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the workin’ of my hands— a whatever’s still to come oneshot
summary: a stretched summer night between you and steve.
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
word count: 2271
warnings: prosaic smut, too many metaphors, and an over abundance of chiaroscuro - the usual!
note: am I positively feral for unreal unearth? 100 percent yes, do you even know me at all?! like I’ve said, this series is a long way from seeing the light of day, but enjoy a lil’ taste in the meantime.
Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.
Enjoy! 💜
It feels destined and star-crossed, the way his heart kicks up when your fingers brush against his.
Finally worked up the courage to ask you out, and it’s holding hands that does him in?
He shakes his head minutely, biting his lip and tearing his gaze from you. Not noticing your upturned face, thinks you’re looking at the stars when in reality, you can’t stop looking at him.
So familiar yet so different from what you imagined he’d be.
No matter.
Not when he squeezes your hand and he cuts the engine of the beemer.
It was a casual date, all things considered; dinner at the diner followed by a movie. During which Steve had been a perfect gentlemen, opening doors and keeping his hands to himself.
He doesn’t exactly want to and would rather propriety be damned, but the thing is he likes you. Really likes you. To the point that Robin is getting sick and tired of his moping and making cow-eyes at you whenever you’re in Family Video.
“Shit, or get off the pot, Harrington.”
He snorts, and continues to stock the new releases across the shop. “Such language,” he taunts, “And from a lady, at that.”
Robin rolls her eyes and Steve swears he can almost hear it. “‘M tryin’ to give you some advice, dingus.”
“Uh huh,” he replies, walking back to the counter for another stack of tapes. “No offense Robs, but I think between the two of us, I’m the dating expert.”
Now it’s her turn to snort. “Okay, big guy.” She taps the keys of the computer idly, “Then when is the last time you’ve used this so-called expertise?”
“Pfft.” He rolls his eyes, “I dunno, like last week? Crystal or Christine— whatever her name was.”
Robin smirks, “You think that was last week? Try a month ago. Poor Christine only stopped calling you last week.”
Steve stops, a tape nearly falling from his grasp. The door chimes, signaling a customer walking in, and he nearly falls over himself trying to assist them.
Only to see you standing by the door.
Robin lets out a low whistle and busies herself at the counter. And Steve would like nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
You look divine.
A bright summer dress, skirt skimming just above your knees to reveal sun-warmed skin. The faint aroma of sunblock and chlorine clings to you, invading his senses while he forces his eyes upward.
The bodice of the dress is damp, clinging to your rib cage and waist; it’s clear you’d just come from the pool and had thrown the garment on as a cover-up, a lone bikini strap slipping down one shoulder and chest heaving.
You’re clutching a tape in hand, something you’d rented last week, and that’s when it all slides into place.
“I—uh,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “I forgot to return this earlier, how much in late fees?”
It’s at this point that Robin has the sense to make herself scarce.
“Oh,” Steve replies, one hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s not a huge deal since it was due this morning.”
His free hand comes to take the tape from you. Your fingers brush for the briefest of moments before Steve is turning to deposit the tape with the other returns.
He tries to stifle the shudder that runs through him, the sensation of your soft skin against his.
“Did you like it?”
“Hmm?”
Steve clears his throat, “The movie, did you like it?”
“Sure,” you say, fingers lingering on the tapes he’d just stocked. “It was fine.”
How Steve got from there to here, on a bona fide date with you, he’ll never know. Though Robin is insistent, it has something to do with “the Harrington charm offensive.”
Usually, somewhere between dates three to five, Steve maybe gets his dick wet. If he’s lucky.
But you flutter your lashes and look up with those big doe eyes and he finds himself defenseless.
“Wanna come up?”
He all but stumbles up the stairs to your apartment, tittering giggles spilling from your mouth as you unlock the door.
Steve’s eager, and you like it.
Is it such a bad thing, that he’s desperate for more of your time?
It’s like his mind finally rests in your presence, his soul is at peace. No longer constantly looking over his shoulder for the next big, bad thing.
You quiet the agonies inside him.
Replace them with warmth and light.
His mouth is on you as soon as the door is locked. Boozy and warm, with the faintest hint of tequila from your drink at dinner. You sigh into the kiss and Steve swears it’s a sound he’s heard only in his dreams.
Heat licks up the ridge of your spine, Steve’s hands everywhere, as if he can’t get enough of you. Leading him from the entryway, your hands land on his hips fingers hooking into belt loops.
A gentle tug brings you both into the dim light of the bedroom. Hands glide up his chest to settle along his shoulders as your lips part from his with a soft click. He takes slow breaths, mindful not to pull from your orbit.
Your arms drape languidly around his collar, fingers idly caressing the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Eyes blown wide with lust, starry and enchanting; if he’s not careful, Steve swears he could get lost in them.
A slow smile graces your lips as your hands drift to his chest— a soft push sends his back to the downy duvet while you nudge his legs apart.
“Honey,” he rasps, running a hand through his hair, watching your deft fingers pop the button on his jeans. “You don’t have to—“
A disapproving cluck from you as you unzip the fly. “But I want to, baby.”
Steve’s dick jumps.
Baby.
Sticky sweet falling like spun sugar from your ruddied lips. He groans, eyes screwing shut and head falling against the pillow. He’s as good as gone now; your intoxicating smile and the working of your dexterous hand, freeing him from the confines of his boxers and sealing his fate.
Because Steve isn’t used to this— being cared for. He plans the date, picks her up, pays for dinner, drives her home, and pretty much does all the heavy lifting in the bedroom. He’s a generous lover, or so he’s been told.
“If you’re down for a good time, call…”
So to say he’s unprepared when you get your mouth on him and sluice him up with lover’s spit, is an understatement.
Steve’s soul could leave his body at this moment and he would be none the wiser.
Not when your pretty little mouth is wrapped around his cock in a smile. It’s everything he can do not to blow his load right then and there.
You work him up easily. Not that it’s that difficult, because he really, really likes you. Your hand working in tandem with what your mouth can’t fit and Steve is losing his damn mind.
The sounds are obscene.
Wet sucks and licks from your mouth, moans as you sink him further down, crushing against your molars. Low whines pouring from his own mouth, begging,
“Oh, fuck. Jus’ like that— ohmygod your fucking mouth.”
His hands cradle your head tenderly, like he can’t bring himself to believe that this is happening. And as heavenly as your mouth is, Steve knows, deep in his bones, that he has to be inside of you.
Like, yesterday.
“Honey,” he says, fingers sweeping along your jaw, coaxing you to look up.
When your eyes meets his, Steve has to stave off an orgasm from a particularly harsh suck of your mouth.
“C’mere,” it comes out more desperate than he’d intended, but you don’t seem to mind.
Fingers wipe away the lover’s spit that had gathered on your mouth and chin, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“What is it, baby?”
Your voice is a wrecked low rasp, and pulls at something primal in his guts. The weight of you settles against his lap, a wiggle of your hips stoking the heat trapped in his veins.
Steve takes a moment to study you: wild hair from the torment on his fingers, eyes warm and glassy, lips slick and revealing a bright flash of teeth. The strap of your dress falls from your shoulder and he wants nothing more than to wreck you.
As if you can read his mind, you wink and reach back to unzip the dress. You pull the fabric up and away inviting the moonlight to gleam against your skin.
It steals breath.
His hand reaches out to trace the curve of your breast, earning him a lustful sigh that falls from your open, panting mouth. You’re so soft under his fingertips, Steve wants to get his mouth back on you, he has to.
But then you pull your pantries to the side and, oh god, is that hotter than he thought it’d be— only to grip the hot, firm line of him against your petaled heat.
Steve goes to say something, anything to warn you, that he can’t possibly fit. That you’re not loosened up enough. He hasn’t even eaten you out or worked your open on his fingers.
But all that comes out is a groan as he disappears into the divine, wet heat between your thighs.
Jesus Christ in Heaven.
“S’okay, baby,” you coo. “I can take it.” You lean closer, hair tickling his neck and breath fanning against his skin, “I was made for you.”
Steve has no idea what comes out of his mouth at that. Just thrusts up uselessly, hands holding firm to the flare of your hips. You chuckle lowly and brace yourself against his chest, finger nails scraping along his skin.
You ride him like it’s your job, alternating slow, winding thrusts with quick, percussive ones. You’re so tight. And wet. And hot. Half-lidded eyes trained on him, changing your tempo to suit his pleasure.
Steve can feel himself growing warm, heat climbing up his neck and chest. A rag-doll beneath you, a sheen of sweat along his skin, mouth open in a wet gasp. The quirk of your lips sends a rush through his veins, a low keen falling from his lips.
“Slow down, gonna come if you keep that up.”
You settle into a slow, lazy roll of your hips, but just barely.
“Why, don’t you wanna come, baby?”
He’s in so deep that his skin blooms with a shudder when his cockhead kisses your cervix.
“Big and filling me up so well, Stevie.” A plaintive moan erupting from your lips, accompanied by a vicious clench of your walls. “God, you feel so good.”
Steve smiles delirious and completely captivated by you. Extricates a hand to drag you back down to him, rests your forehead against his, as if your souls could become intertwined, and kisses you like he’s a dying man.
And, hell, he might as well be.
“Fuck,” rushes out in a hoarse breath. “Fuck!”
The room spins out of control and he can feel you smiling against his collarbone. You wind your hips and flutter your walls against him, as Steve grinds deeply into you. Steadies himself by palming at your hips, thumbs tracing the jut of bone there, as if it would ground him.
His orgasm crashes on him like a tidal wave, bringing with it a sense of deja vu— you and him but in a different time and place. Your eyes and smile remain the same, as does the feeling— a bone-deep sense of home.
But the clothes are different, as are the words that fall from your lips. Dappled in light from the moon or sun, the images keep coming and so does Steve.
“Philtatos,” you gasp, reaching your peak with a full body shudder. Steve’s hands anchor you to him, points of heat flaring against your skin.
And it’s glorious— you are glorious. Moonlight cutting through the shade of night to illuminate your pleasure. The clench of your cunt is nearly enough to make him come all over again, and wrests a strained moan from the confines of his throat.
By the time Steve comes to his senses again, you’re sponging open-mouthed kisses and bites to his neck and chest, a hand laid over the steady beat of his heart. You wiggle against his hips and thighs, wet and sticky between your legs.
He clutches at your waist, breaths evening out once more. Fingers trace the curves of your ribcage while he revels in the comedown.
“What was that thing you said? Phil—“
The crescents of your nails drag delightfully against his skin. “Philtatos.”
“Yeah, that.” Steve’s hand settles at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair idly. “What does it mean?”
You hum contentedly, nearly melting at his touch and earning a raspy laugh form him.
“S’like a nickname,” you supply softly. “It’s Greek.”
He doesn’t press further. More interested in the working of his hands, wants you boneless and sated spread out before him. His cock kicks up at the thought.
“Baby,” you ask, syrupy sweet.
“Uh huh.” He’s woozy.
“What’s your refractory period like?”
A shiver courses up his spine. He laughs and shakes himself alive, pulling up to take you down to the mattress. You acquiesce easily, back arching and lips searching for him in the near dark.
“Okay honey,” he says with a knowing lilt and grin, “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fan fiction#stranger things fan fiction#fic: wstc#Spotify
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This and shidou and date night need i say more?
—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒
cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.
oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.
he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.
and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.
“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.
“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”
his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.
you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.
“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.
“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”
to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.
“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”
shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.
it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.
“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”
your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.
but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.
“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”
as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.
“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”
then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.
because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.
#—ping! new message from (oh-miniso)#yeah i am NOT OKAY over this 😵💫😵💫😵💫#blue lock smut#shidou ryusei smut#shidou x reader#bllk smut#blue lock x reader#shidou smut#shidou ryusei x reader#—riv.fic!#—bllk.thirsts!
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𓇢𓆸 a line
— jungwon x gn!reader
genre. angst, fluff if u squint | wc: 691
warnings. mention of being old EWWWW, LOVEYWON L BOMB!!!!, main character death i think that’s it but lmk!! inspired by something i saw on tiktok i cant really remember so if this seems familiar that’s probably why LOL
everything feels and looks foggy, your head isn’t pounding but it doesn’t feel light either. you blink around for a few seconds in a weak attempt to clear your vision. “y/n!” you hear your name from a voice you know all too well, and in that instant your vision snaps into place, locked on the boy that is quite a distance away from you, but the soft and curly black bed of hair makes it crystal clear on who it is.
tears start welling in your eyes, your body on autopilot as you begin to run towards him, arms stretched out as you’re ready to engulf him in a bear hug. “jungwon?” you call out, he’s still a bit blurry in your eyes but you know for a fact that it’s him. your heart is pounding in your ears, every sense feels heightened except for your vision, which is so ironic since all you want is to see the boy you miss with your own two eyes.
“y/n! stop!” jungwon yells out to you, and your body instantly responds to him as you stop dead in your tracks like a cartoon character. you squint your eyes, trying to make out his face as he begins to walk towards you. “won? Is that you?” your voice comes out in a struggle, it’s a bit hard for you to talk and it feels as if you were at a concert the night before.
“hey,” he says as he approaches you, hand reaching out as if to touch you, but it seems reluctant. “what are you doing here?” he asks in a hushed voice, concern written all over his face, but then again, you can read him like a book so through the subtle furrow in his brows and the corners of his lips slightly downwards, you know he’s more worried about you.
“what— what do you mean? you sound like you don’t want me here,” your tone is laced in a joking manner, but your eyes are still holding up pools of tears. “what? of course i do! i miss you so much,” jungwon says, lips curving into the smile that always makes you feel reassured and safe. you take a step forward, wanting to embrace him and feel his warmth again but his hand reaches out to you, fingertips meeting your shoulder as he frowns again.
“don’t cross the line,” he says firmly, gaze leaving you as he looks down onto the floor. you follow his eyes, seeing a faint, blurred white line that separates you and jungwon. confusion is written all over your face, but jungwon too, can read you like an open book. “what kind of near death experience got you here?” he jokes with a dimpled grin, but it gives you the answer you’re looking for.
“you’re so annoying!” you try to joke back, but the tears that were pooled in your eyes are beginning to fall down your cheeks. “you left before i could even say that i love you,” you sniffle, wanting to push or smack him but all you can do is silently cry. jungwon’s lips curve into a saddened smile, “you didn’t have to say it, i already knew. i just wish i could’ve been with you.”
you begin to cry harder, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. “it’s okay. i know you still look out for me.”
you hiccup out of surprise when you suddenly feel familiar arms wrap around you, eyes wide before more fat drops of tears fall as you close your eyes and enjoy jungwon’s hug. “miss you so much, but it’s not your time yet,” he whispers into your ear, your grip on his sweater tightening into a death grip. “i’m always watching you, i can’t wait to see what more you do. in the meantime, i’ll be right here waiting for you, in this exact spot until you grow old with gray hairs and wrinkles,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss onto your temple.
“then will you kiss me?” you mumble into his shoulder, and you feel his hair tickle your cheek as he nods.
“promise.”
#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#enhypen oneshots#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#jungwon x reader#enhypen jungwon#jungwon drabbles#jungwon oneshots#jungwon fic#enhypen fanfic#jungwon angst#jungwon fluff#jungwon fanfic
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Tav visits Haarlep after the incubus just finished up having a particular rough session with someone and Tav immediately abandons whatever intentions brought them to the boudoir and tends to Haarlep once it becomes clear that no aftercare occurred. 🐾
oh bless, that's so sweet. Someone to consider his needs above all? Incredible. That's the sort of care he deserves <3.
Even with aftercare, I think he'd often been the one giving, not receiving. Some pampering to set that right, is definitively in order.
Running a bath, his favourite scented oils, a gentle back rub, and then falling asleep listening to you read Raphael's dairy out loud as a bed time story... :) This situation is intimate and unexpected enough that it may even get a "what did I do to deserve you?" out of him <3.
Alright; lil drabble (divider by saradika-graphics)
Haarlep found you as he returned, bone tired, to the boudoir. That was intense. Not the most pleasant either, but pleasant has received new meaning after meeting you, so that's hardly a fair standard.
"Hey love," you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You doing alright?"
"What a pleasure to see you pay me a visit," he flirted, shamelessly, flaunting his body as usual as he dragged himself over to the healing pool.
"You don't look that fine to me." You follow him, your armour clanking on the floor behind you as you go. The water smells like cherry, Raphael's favourite. It'll have to do, as your love doesn't seem patient enough to wait for you to run another bath. The water parts before him, the crystal blue contrasting against the red of his skin, and he sinks in deep.
"Just tired."
"Don't tell me you pulled a muscle." you joke, keeping your tone lighthearted. "Would Raphael feel that one too?"
The incubus snorts. "I'm sure you know of a way to make me feel better."
Sex. Everything always seemed to be about sex to him. A lot was, sure. But not tonight. You settle behind him, up to your shoulders in the water. It's always the perfect temperature, a hot bath is truly a luxury. The sponge drips water on his shoulders, beading like glass against his oiled skin. With gentle circles, you wash him. He hums, and after a while, his eyes sink shut. Smiling as you watch him, you take your time to enjoy this moment.
"Lean your head back," you say, softly. He does, and his hair is next. When you're done, you climb onto his lap, the incubus' skin hotter than the water, and bring your hands to his face. His eyes open slowly, blinking like a cat, and his arms snake around your waist.
"Am I being pampered? My my..."
"You wish," you retort, "I'm just trying to get my fill of how delicious you are when you keep your mouth shut." To soothe the sting of your playful teasing, you peck a kiss on his lips.
His laughter rings through the boudoir. "Very well. I'll indulge you."
#ask#anon#stray cat anon#bg3 headcanons#haarlep headcanons#watch me be off work for two days and immediate knock out ten asks and three drabbles or smth#haarlep#haarlep x tav
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Could I please please pleaseeee request some fluff with pre-outbreak!joel 🥹🥹🥹 he’s everything to me ❤️❤️❤️
OMG I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT PRE-OUTBREAK!JOEL IN A HOT FUCKING SECOND
Sunset Canyon
Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel x fem!reader
Summary: Date night with Joel
Warnings: a little bit of breaking the law (oops), Joel being a menace to society, ✨feelings✨, kind of a throw away ending but it's okay
"Joel, I don't know about this." You hesitate outside the fence, and Joel softens as he glances between you and the open gate.
"Nobody even lives here yet. We can't get in trouble if no one sees us, right?" He asks, and you laugh.
"Didn't your mama ever teach you what trespassing means?"
"It ain't trespassin' if I've gotta key, and I'm here for work." He says as he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist. You sigh and bury your hands in his hair as he mouths at your jaw. You relax a little at the feeling of his lips against your skin and the cool night air surrounding you. Texas summers are brutal, and you've been dying to go swimming. With his and Sarah's schedule being the exact opposite of yours, finding a time to go has been hard. So, when Joel started working on a house with a pool in the backyard, he asked Tommy to watch Sarah while he told you of his master plan. It seemed fine until you actually showed up and remembered that laws exist.
"For the record, I'm not going to jail for swimming in someone else's pool."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he mumbles into your neck. He looks at you with big, pleading eyes, and you take a deep breath. "You've been workin' too hard. We both have. If you don't wanna do this, we don't have to. I just wanted to take you swimmin' finally." He says. You know he can see you wavering, and a tiny smirk pulls at his lips.
"You promise we won't get in trouble?" You ask. He lets go of your waist and crosses a finger over his chest.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he says. You take one more look around before letting him pull you into the backyard, closing the gate behind him. The pool is gorgeous, with the underwater lights casting a blue glow across the backyard. It's crystal clear, and you can't fight the want to jump right in. Joel tugs his shirt over his head while you set your bag down and take off your coverup dress. Joel wolf whistles as you shed the fabric to reveal your pink bikini, and you laugh. He saunters over to you and immediately grabs your hips, his thumbs running over the delicate fabric of your swimsuit. "Man, if I knew you were hidin' this little number, I would've taken this job a lot sooner."
"Is that right?" You ask, and he nods. He leans down to kiss you a little frantic, biting your bottom lip and stealing the air from your throat. If you knew he would react like this, you would've worn it sooner too. You let him kiss you, his big hands wandering to your ass, as you slowly walk him backward. He doesn't notice what you're doing until you push him into the pool with a huge splash. When he comes up for air with a shocked look on his face, you laugh loudly and unapologetically.
"Now that's just mean." He whines, his wet hair flopping over his forehead, and you make a sympathetic noise.
"I thought you brought me here to swim, Miller. Not get in my pants."
"I did bring you here to swim. That pretty little bikini is just an added bonus," he says as he swims to the pool's edge. "Would ya help a guy out?" He asks, reaching his hand out. You roll your eyes, knowing he could probably pull himself out of the pool just fine, but oblige and grab his hand anyways. In a split second, he's pulling you into the warm pool with him. The water feels amazing, and all your worries disappear as you breach the surface.
"Now that's just mean." You parrot in a deep, southern accent, making Joel laugh, and swim toward you. You splash water at him and try to swim away, but he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to him. You smile and wrap your legs around his waist, letting him hold you in the water and stare down at him. He's all tanned muscle and big, bright smiles as he stands in the pool.
"Is this a good date night?" He asks.
"Well, I've never been on a date that required breaking and entering," you say. "But, yeah. This is a pretty good date night."
You spend the night swimming, lying on the concrete, looking at the stars, and talking about anything and everything. It's comfortable and safe, and loving. And as you look over at him, staring up at the cosmos, you know you could do this with him for as long as he'll have you. You want to do this with him. Maybe forever.
But that's another story for another time.
#pre outbreak!joel#the last of us fluff#the last of us x reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller drabble#joel miller the last of us#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller#the last of us#joel tlou#joel miller fic
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hi hope ur happy and healthy! i don’t know if u write for niragi aswell but how do u think niragi and chishiya would react to a clingy fem s/o. like she loves cuddling and is kinda pushy but doesn’t cross boundaries obviously
Helloo! Thank you anon. I kind of got carried away and rather than just headcanons, I wrote out like a split one-shot instead.
For some reason, I figured that since Chishiya and Niragi are toxic af, their s/o would probably feel entitled to a bit of clinginess. Though maybe this went too far - the s/o characters kind of teased them about it... maybe they crossed the boundaries a bit too much.
Thank you though for giving me an opportunity to write from Niragi's POV for the first time. Now that was an interesting experience
Chishiya x fem s/o
Niragi x fem s/o
*some mature themes in the Niragi one*
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Chishiya
Tact and subtlety. That was the best way to approach an issue like this. The last time we had discussed boundaries, she ran, crying, all the way up to the rooftop before explaining everything to Hatter. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and the last thing I needed was my private issues being aired out in front of the executives. I had to make myself clear, re-establish those boundaries before they were crossed again.
‘Chishiya?’
Perfect timing. There was a tentative knock on the door.
‘Are you in here Chishiya?’
The door opened slowly. She peered around with a kind of trepidation, as if she knew perfectly well that I hated when people barged into my room. Her eyes finally settled on me, crinkling into a smile as she skipped her way over to the couch where I was sitting and plopped herself beside me. Much too close beside me.
‘Where did you go? I was looking for you everywhere?’
‘Here, obviously.’
She frowned slightly, then masked it over with a smile again. ‘Well, yeah. I know that. I just meant why? You disappeared and left me in the lobby.’
‘I wanted to be alone.’
Tact and subtlety.
Surely she would catch on. My hints were crystal clear - blunter than Niragi’s pocket knife. But to my surprise, she leaned back into the couch and nestled her head against my shoulder.
‘It’s okay, we can have some alone time up here.’
Surely?
I got to my feet, detangling myself from her and ignoring her small protests of confusion. The way she was curled on the couch was so open, inviting. It was a part of her that I had always been drawn to, and it was hard to resist someone who was so welcoming in everything they did. But this was necessary.
I stood back, sliding my hands firmly into their pockets where she couldn’t get to them. And it seemed to work. Her face fell, realisation clicking.
‘Okay, what’s wrong? Did I say something?’
‘No.’
‘Something I did then?’
I averted my gaze to the window overlooking the pool, where the militants were sitting on recliners, snickering between themselves with their guns resting between their thighs. Last Boss had his katana stretched out over his knees, inspecting it for scratches.
‘Wait…’ she said slyly. The sudden shift in her tone brought me back into the room. ‘Is this about what I did in the meeting?’
A teasing glint flashed in her eyes. It was remarkable how she could treat this - me - as a laughing matter. What she did was infinitely dangerous, and yet she was so cavalier.
When I didn’t react or rise to her bait, she said, ‘Nobody saw it, you know. Relax.’
‘Niragi saw it.’
She sighed, waving a hand airily. ‘Oh dear, whatever must we do? Sir Niragi looks distastefully upon such brazen displays of affection.’
‘I don’t know why you’re laughing.’ Down by the pool, Niragi was excitedly disclosing something to the others, who smirked and shook their heads. ‘Do you know what this could do to us?’
There was a pause. ‘To you, you mean.’
I stared at her, refusing to give in no matter how much she smiled it off.
‘Fine, fine!’ She huffed. ‘Say no more. No holding hands in public.’
I gave her a pointed look.
‘Or playing with your hair.’
I cleared my throat.
‘Or trying to kiss you. I get it, okay. Executive Chishiya Shuntarou is not a fan of PDA.’
Saying it so brashly, she had reduced this entire situation - her showing vulnerabilities to a group of people who were violent and manipulative enough to take advantage of it - to a pathetic dating preference. I swallowed. Since when had my throat become so dry?
‘I’m not—’
‘You don’t have to worry about a thing!’ She reached across the couch for a stray napkin on the side table and pulled a pen from her hoodie pocket. ‘You know what, I’m going to need this in writing, just so I don’t forget.’
Something seized in my chest. I watched the napkin intently.
You wouldn’t…
She scribbled something down. I could clearly make out my full name, and the letters P, D and A, followed by her signature. Glancing up with earnest, she added, ‘I think for good measure, I’ll get Hatter and Aguni to sign this too.’
Subtlety and tact, I reminded myself, before diving headfirst for the napkin in her lap.
Niragi
God, how the hell had I ended up in this situation? Normally I was the one who pushed girls away with my so-called “posessive” behaviour. I was surprised things had ended up like this. And it was a little distracting, too. I mean, having a woman constantly fawning over you should have been the dream. But as it turned out, it was actually super uncool.
I’m a militant. She can’t just…
I had a reputation to uphold. I was a leader. A boss, in my own way. People answered to me, did what I said without a second thought, and for the first time ever, I was top dog around here.
Not for long if she keeps this up.
I scanned the poolside where the same people every night chose to drown themselves in a dream world rather than face the cold, hard reality. They were all clinging to their lives by a thread. But not me. I knew better than to allow myself to be distracted. Well, the only distraction I would give into was… The memory of last night ran fresh in my memory, and I grinned.
‘Niragi! I had a feeling I’d find you here.’
Her voice was achingly sweet. Just hearing it was enough to send me into a rage of blind attraction and blind irritation. She skipped up to the wire pool chair where I was lounging and immediately sank into my lap. She had changed her outfit, now wearing a black bikini with camo shorts, and it took all my strength not to graze my fingers all over her smooth skin.
God, she knew how to tempt me. It was almost a shame.
‘I didn’t see you after your executive meeting. Where did you go?’
I kept up appearances, pulling her further onto my lap. Dipping my head, I ran the tip of my tongue along her collar bone. ‘Nowhere you need to know about,’ I whispered, then bit the delicate skin of her neck.
‘Ow!’ She recoiled, clasping a hand over the reddened skin. ‘What the fuck? That was so uncalled for.’
‘Oh really?’
She leaned back, frowning deeply. ‘Obviously you’re mad at me.’
I pulled her closer, aiming to finish what I started on her collarbone. It’s not like I ever settled for half measures anyway. But before I could, her hand suddenly clamped over my nose and eyes, pushing me well away.
‘You’re not coming any closer until you tell me what that was about.’
Tsk. Annoying.
I feigned a smile, wondering if this time I might just be able to wriggle my way out of this without being slapped in public.
‘It’s nothing much,’ I played it off. ‘I just didn’t like that little show you put on in front of Aguni earlier.’
‘Show?’ She looked almost offended. ‘I don’t do shows, Niragi. You know that.’
‘You know what I mean. The whole “how long are you gonna steal him for?”, “when can I have him back?” thing. It’s getting old pretty fast.’
It wasn’t working. Unimpressed, she raised a brow as if she was waiting for me to get to the point already. Well, to hell with it. Might as well spit it out now.
‘Look, you know I want you in the militant faction,’ I told her. ‘I really do. But how am I gonna convince Aguni to let you in if you’re being so clingy?’
The word slipped out without me realising, and at that point, I realised I had royally fucked up.
‘Clingy…’ Her eyes turned dark. ‘You think I’m clingy?’
‘No,’ I said abruptly, . ‘That’s not what I meant, baby. You know it wasn’t.’
‘So it was a freudian slip?’
I admit, I had dug my own grave there. Was there any way of salvaging this? Just when I thought my time was up, my life over, she laughed lightheartedly, her smile sweet and innocent. Too innocent.
‘That’s kind of cute Niragi,’ she called out, loud enough that the entire courtyard could hear, ‘but I’m just not sure I want to wear matching shirts.’
What. The. Fuck?
Several partygoers turned their heads, staring in confusion. Others seemed surprised, a few intrigued. Catching on quick, I tried to cover her mouth with my palm, but she batted it away with her hand.
‘Whatever you’re doing, cut it out!’ I hissed, trying to grab her wrist.
‘That’s kind of insane!’ She continued, raising her voice even higher. ‘Taking baths together? Yeah, I guess it would save water, but even I want my privacy.’
Some of the Beach’s members were whispering now. I couldn’t let her go on like this, she was out for blood, and… oh shit. Some of the militants had heard. My own subordinates. I felt the colour drain from my face.
‘This is pathetic. Stop it.’ I tried to wave at the others, signalling that it was a joke, but they only looked puzzled. What she said next sent cold dread tingling down my spine.
‘I guess I could dress as a bunny for you - is that what you’re into Niragi-chan?’
Niragi-chan? Bunnies?
‘Oh, it’s the ears that get you going, huh?’ She added, laughing now. ‘Who would’ve known!’
Every breath came out laboured. I could feel their eyes on me, their ridicule. I would have taken a slap any day compared to this.
‘Stop.’
She pursed her lips and finally lowered her tone to a hoarse whisper. ‘I don’t like you calling me clingy,’ she said, and gestured to the giggling spectators. ‘But actually I think the clingy one is you.’
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Velleity
Star and Paul meet again after the pack has left Santa Carla. Some things change. Some things don't.
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Technically set in Flight Feather's timeline, but a scene we don't see.
She wears a silver knife on her hip.
Pretty scars dot her arms, in patterns he recognizes from astrology books, and the night sky above them. Constellations carved into her skin. Her hair wild and dark like a bramble patch about her face, framing crystal-clear eyes that watch his every move.
"Harris."
He's leaning against a railing on a hill, overlooking the town, smoking. Just a cigarette, nothing laced with anything that would round out the world. Just something to keep his mouth busy.
Marko is off, doing what he came here to do. Seeing his human mother. Paul didn't want to follow.
It's only been three years since they'd seen her. It feels like a lifetime, somehow.
He takes the cig from his mouth, and smiles, just a little.
"Thompson," he replies.
Star comes closer, and he can tell she's changed. Even without seeing how she moves like she never has before, he can tell, that little unnamable sense in the back of his own supernatural head knowing he's in the presence of one of their own.
Her footsteps are nigh-silent even on the patchy gravel of the lookout ground. She isn't wearing shoes, he notes. Bare feet. On her legs, just under her long, flowing skirt where it billows up with every step, he can see more scars - different star patterns.
"You cut your hair," she says, dark eyes roaming over all of him.
Star comes close, and stops. For a long moment, they look at each other, and its impossible to tell what's passing between them.
Were it any other vampire, Paul might think she was sizing him up. Wondering what foul little magics he was keeping under wraps only to pull out if the physical fight went bad, or how to best ask for a roll in the bushes. In those ways, he was glad their kind desired very straightforward things like that. It was easy. Simple.
But he knows her - even now, with three years of time between them making a stranger from the mold of a friend, he still knows her in that regard.
Enough to know he doesn't know.
Star reaches out, and plucks the cigarette from his fingers. She lifts it to her own lips. He lets her.
"You grew yours out," he replies, looking over the dark mane, that indeed was even longer than he remembered, now to her mid-back. There were braids and little glinting chains with tiny shells braided into sections of it.
She smiles.
"You're back in town, I see," she says conversationally.
Paul shrugs. "Not for long. Marko's visiting and I'm just keepin' him company."
She raises an eyebrow over an eye sharper than he'd ever had the fortune to see it before.
"Family," he says by way of explanation. He doesn't elaborate.
She takes another drag, and doesn't mask her surprise, but also doesn't comment further.
She hands him back the cigarette. He tastes something other than smoke on it, and he gets the feeling that if Marko were breathing it in, with his bane, he'd get burned lips.
Paul breaks eye contact first. Hers like two pools of pure night, like a sky with no stars, like all the deep places of the world that either had never seen sunlight, or knew a sun from a time before the world was the world. Something making him bow his head under her stare. Something new.
Something powerful.
"So, the old witch made her self a new one, huh?" He says, only a little dryly.
Star crosses her arms, and Paul sees she's still got the habit when defensive. "The Widow saw fit to take me in as her progeny, yes."
"So what does that make you, then?"
When Star smiles this time, it's with teeth that are knife sharp and absolutely lovely.
"It means, Paul, that she likes peace and quiet. And so do I. Mind your manners."
Something passes between them, and now Paul can recognize it.
Star now had power, and this was no longer their territory...but hers.
"Well, I'll make sure to say grace before tucking in, then," he says sweetly, clasping his hands together in a mockery of the gesture.
The cigarette is burned out. He flicks the butt away, to meld into the rest of the litter and detritus filling the potholes in the old pavement.
"...How's the kid?" He asks, at length.
Star is quiet. For a long time, she's quiet. Her eyes drift from him, out past the guardrail to the rest of the world. Out here, you couldn't hear the ocean, too far into the land, but with their senses they could still smell it. Paul finds that he's not sure it's the comfort it once was.
Star's shoulders slump.
"I don't know. I haven't seen him in a long time."
Paul watches her, her tight, unhappy expression.
"He's better off. I was always a terrible mother."
For just a moment, they're suddenly back in the cave. It's a bad night, when Star is having thoughts bleaker than grey clouds over choppy waters, no one wanting to come close, but he's at her side, trying to convince her that the stars are still shining out there if she'd just fly up to find them.
"You left him," Paul says, tonelessly.
Star glances at him, and then sets her arms over the railing. Looking out over the town.
"He's with my grandparents. Without me, there won't be any reason for screaming matches that he'll have to sit through, about things he doesn't understand and is too young to be hearing about."
"Without you, there won't be anyone," Paul says, before he can consider not doing so.
It seems he perhaps should have, in this case. Star's eyes turn to him again, now tight with anger.
"You don't know them. They're good people, better than me. He'll actually have a future with them!"
"Star, you're still his mother-"
"I didn't want to be!" she hisses, her eyes flashing in the light, hard and cold and aching.
Paul stands his ground against her. She glares at him, and then, all at once. She falters.
Her hand comes up to her face, a fist against her forehead. Like she can keep whatever is inside there, but it doesn't work. Paul knows her. It never did.
"I let him drown that night on the beach, Paul," Star says in barely a whisper. "I saw him in the water. I knew."
She brings her hand down, and looks at it. The fingers that are half-way to claws.
"And I didn't go get him."
There had always been...suspect. Paul had felt it, only distantly, only ever in the far back of Dwayne and David's minds, when Star had found them. When she'd seen what had become of her child. Paul never put much real thought behind such a notion.
But then, Paul never thought much.
Around them, the summer is just over its peak. Late August, before the days begin waning in a noticeable way. There's no one out this late at night - early in the morning. Even the town below is silent from here.
Paul thinks, that if this was a night for it, he could lay back as he does at the haven, and just spend the night watching the sky above turn on its axis.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls another cigarette. The flick of the lighter is like a gunshot in the night.
"You never claimed, for all your humanity, to be a good person."
"No...I didn't."
#the lost boys#drabble#star tlb#paul tlb#she's a full vampire now under the widow#star is a complicated person and we love her
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Still waters
Two weeks later, I deliver the piece @sasumimo has suggested on my post asking for writing ideas.
Thank you for the idea and I hope it is to your liking! After that angst I've just written, this felt like balm for the soul!
Here is the prompt:
The moon shines brightly onto the clear, summer night sky, overpowering the shine of the endless expanse of stars surrounding it. The softest, warm breeze caresses the sleeping leaves of trees and the petals of the fragrant night wildflowers, fireflies flitting into the darkness.
Little Apple grazes onto the damp grass, a little a-ways from the entrance into a large, dark cave. A white, Lan robe has been draped over her back, and two apples have been laid at her feet to snack on.
Her masters have disappeared into the cave, and she's a bit too grateful for that - she's heard enough of their nightly adventures to last her five lifetimes and a little into the sixth, so she happily takes in the cool night air and the distant sounds of nocturnal wildlife before laying down for a nap.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have finally reached the end of their impromptu spelunking trip, having explored the rocky depths of the cave, weaving through intricate passageways with curiosity. They reached a breathtaking underground pool, crystal clear water revealing the beautiful rocky formations underneath. A small stream of water from somewhere between the rocks flows into the pool, the rocks around it glimmering with droplets.
"Wow, this is so cool!" Wei Wuxians exclaims and leaps to the edge of the water, dipping a hand into it, breaking its stillness. "It's nearly as cold as the Cold Springs back home!"
Lan Wangji's heart leaps with joy, a smile curling the ends of his lips - Wei Ying thinks the Cloud Recesses are home! He will never find that knowledge less breathtaking, no matter how many times Wei Ying says it. And to think he used to refuse staying there so vehemently, thinking it to be the place of his demise... now it's home.
Lan Wangji is about to say something - something along the lines of I love you - but the words catch in his throat when he sees Wei Ying begin undressing. That's yet another thing Lan Wangji will never get used to or take for granted - it still makes him lightheaded to see Wei Ying without clothes on, skin still carrying the signs of their lovemaking, no matter how many times he's seen Wei Ying naked.
He feels his ears burn red, embarrassingly so, but Wei Ying is so incredibly attractive, his body now having become more his than Mo Xuanyu's, that Lan Wangji can't help it.
It's a bit (a lot) voyeuristic, the way Lan Wangji watches fabric slide off his husband's body, the way he moves, elegant and smooth without meaning to, as he undresses. Muscle flexes slightly underneath his perfect skin, and Lan Wangji swallows hard, imagines - no, remembers (oh, God, remembers!) - the way that skin feels underneath his fingertips and the reactions it elicits out of Wei Ying to be touched.
He doesn't even realize why exactly Wei Ying has been undressing - well, he had his own suggestions as to why, but alas - until he hears the little yelps and expletives that leave Wei Ying the moment he slides into the cave pool water.
"I'll never get used to this!" he wails as he stops at a waist-deep level, "Lan Zhan, are you just gonna let me freeze to death here all by myself? Come freeze with me!"
Lan Zhan huffs a laugh and begins undressing. Wei Ying whistles a low, flirtatious laugh, and Lan Zhan's ears flush a deep shade of red.
"You're so hot, Hanguang-Jun, the moment you touch this water, it'll boil me alive!"
"Wei Ying."
He laughs and wades further into the water, smiling through the bite of the cold that he seemed to have forgotten about. The horny mind is a wonder of nature.
His eyes inevitably draw downwards, where he sees what his teasing has done to Lan Zhan and he gets a mischievous idea. He swims gracefully around as Lan Zhan arranges his clothes in order - very Lan of him to worry about that - and begins humming their song as he does. Lan Zhan's eyes snap his way, and Wei Ying sends him a sultry look as he continues for a few more seconds, making a show of shaking water off his hair.
Lan Zhan finally dips into the cold water, and gains a semblance of rationality the moment the chill bites into his skin.
"Finally!" Wei Ying exclaims, "I need to work on my siren call, I hoped I'd lure you in a lot sooner!"
Lan Zhan easily adjusts to the cold, years of having soaked into the Cold Springs paying off, so he wades up to Wei Ying, who just then decides to move a bit further away and coax Lan Zhan into a little chase.
"Doesn't this feel a little nostalgic, Lan Zhan? It's been forever since last time we shared some space in cold water, but last time it was me chasing you out~"
Lan Zhan smiles, remembering how flustered he had been back then, how it would have never crossed his mind to allow Wei Ying to be close to him and touch him.
It crosses his mind now, and he nimbly catches Wei Ying at last, pressing their bodies together. Wei Ying blushes momentarily before wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's middle.
"Hm, I was right back then, indeed. It's a lot warmer on your side~"
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6 | Blue Gold
Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Pirate's Treasure Masterlist
The next morning, you wake up and get dressed. You head outside and see Bakugou waiting for you. He has the map in his hands, ready to continue the search.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"Yeah, are you?"
"As I'll ever be," he grumbles.
"Then let's go."
With that, the two of you set off into the jungle. The heat is almost unbearable. You can feel sweat rolling down your back.
"This place is a fucking jungle," Bakugou complains.
"Well, it's your island, Captain," you retort.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he huffs.
You push your way through the foliage, making your way toward a clearing in the middle of the jungle.
When you reach the clearing, the two of you pause and look around. The clearing is surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes. "Shit, do you have any water?"
"What?"
"We're going to need water, and food. It'll be a long journey, and there's nothing to eat in the jungle," you remind him.
"I have some food left," he tells you, "back at the ship. But if it's water you-"
"Fuck, Bakugou, I thought you said you were prepared. Why don't you have any water?!"
"If you just let me talk I can show you how to get water, princess," he groans, annoyed.
"Don't call me princess."
"Then shut up and listen."
"Fine."
"There's a stream nearby. If we follow it, we'll find a waterfall. It'll have fresh water," he explains.
"Okay, fine. Lead the way."
The two of you continue walking through the jungle. As you walk, you notice a lot of strange sounds. Birds, animals, bugs, everything is alive here.
After a while, you come across a large river. It's rushing downstream and looks pretty deep.
"This is the stream," Bakugou says. "Let's get moving. The waterfall is this way."
The two of you walk along the bank of the river until you reach the waterfall.
"Here we are," Bakugou announces.
The waterfall is a sight to behold. It's a large, wide waterfall with a small pool at its base. The water is crystal clear and looks like it would be perfect for bathing.
"Alright, let's get to work," you say.
"What? Work? We're just going to fill up our canteens and leave," Bakugou reminds you.
"No, we need to bathe, Bakugou. We can't travel around smelling like shit. Come on, it's not like it'll take long."
"Fine, but don't take too long," he grumbles.
You roll your eyes. "Just try not to stare too much."
"Oh, please, I've seen naked women before."
"Really? Who? Where?" you ask as you turn your back to him and start to undress.
"On the beach, where else? Sometimes rich a-holes come here or swim dangerously close to the shore," he admits.
"Oh," you say. "Well, that's good to know."
The two of you walk down into the pool, and you start washing yourself.
"Hey, Bakugou, have you ever gone swimming here?" you ask once you're up to your neck in water.
"No," he says. "Never felt the need."
"Why not? It's nice."
"Because I've never had a reason to," he tells you.
"What about now? Aren't we trying to find the treasure?"
"Yes, but we're not looking for it at the bottom of this river," he states.
"Maybe not, but it's refreshing. You should try it."
"I'll pass."
"Fine, but if you change your mind, just say so," you smile before dunking your head under the water.
When you come up for air, you see Bakugou sitting on land staring at the map.
"What're you doing?" you ask as you swim over.
"Trying to figure out where we should go from here. But this damn thing must be in another language."
"Can I help?"
"Whatever," he says, holding the map out to you.
You squint your eyes to see. The whole thing is written in Japanese. Does he not know how to read?
"Well, I can tell you what the symbols are, but we already solved that part," you explain. "Hey, wait, what's that by your finger? In the corner?"
"What?"
"That."
"I don't see anything."
"That little symbol right there. It's a kanji. What's it say?"
"A what?"
"Kanji. It means it's a character. It's the symbol right there. I'm assuming that's the name of the island."
"How can you tell?"
"Don't you know how to read?"
Bakugou huffs. "I've been trapped here for years, what makes you think I ever read anything?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," you reply softly. "I can teach you, if you want."
"No thanks. You're not going to be on the island long enough for me to learn," he says, dismissing the idea.
"Fine, well, it looks like the kanji for the word 'curse'," you explain to him.
"Figures."
You then swim backwards a bit. "Hey, Bakugou, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he says, still staring at the map.
"What happened to the pirates and archeologists that came here before me? I heard stories about how they all went missing."
"They did."
"Why?"
"Because they were looking for the treasure."
"So, you don't know what happened to them?" you then ask.
"I do."
"Oh. So, they're dead?"
"Yes."
"Jesus," you shake your head. "Asshole like you who goes around killing other people won't even take a bath," you tease.
"Fuck off," he grunts.
"I'm just saying, you should at least rinse off. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, you know. Besides, we're going to be stuck here together for a while. I'd hate to have to spend the entire time smelling you."
"I don't smell!"
"You do," you insist. "We both do. Now, come on. Take a bath, you smelly jerk."
Bakugou grumbles. You know he agrees with you, he just doesn't want to admit it.
"Fine, whatever," he groans, getting to his feet.
"You're welcome," you say, grinning.
You then turn around as Bakugou undresses. Once he's about halfway into the water, you turn around, and when you do, your eyes widen.
He has the body of a god. His muscles are well-defined, and his skin is perfectly tanned. His hair is damp and messy, and his face is beautiful.
He's absolutely gorgeous.
Your heart skips a beat as his red eyes meet yours.
"Why're you staring?"
"Um, I'm sorry, but, well, you're, uh, you're just really handsome."
He stares at you, expression blank.
"Thank you," he finally says, sounding unsure.
"Uh, you're welcome. It's true."
Bakugou is speechless, his cheeks a shade of pink.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Good. I was worried I made things weird. I just thought you should know. Since, you know, you don't see people very often," you say as you wade into the water, turning away from him.
"Thanks," he says, still flustered.
You take a deep breath, then continue washing yourself, trying not to look at him.
You're not sure what's gotten into you, but you feel a spark between the two of you. It's been a long time since anyone has looked at you the way he does. But, it's probably just wishful thinking.
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Intertwined [Diluc]
c/w: mentions of death, mentions of underworld dealings (violence, assassinations etc), mentions of blood
Note: For dearest @iridescene . I promise despite the content warnings above, it's not that angsty!! Also please check ur discord though no pressure to reply soon <3. Thank you to @pen-observing and @dinoshimaaa for giving it a read through for me.
[1]
There was no sun in the world of the underground intelligence network. It was cold and everyone huddled together to give each other warmth in the ways they could. But it was terrifying for Diluc to hold anyone close. Anyone and everyone’s warmth was scalding.
Yet somehow, your warmth slowly crept into his heart and enveloped it.
(He didn’t know how, with all the quarrels and fights the both of you had. But perhaps it was exactly that. Of course, he would never let it slip.)
“Are you sure you’ve packed all the supplies we need?”
You nod as you flip to the next page of your book.
“Did you include enough heat packs?”
You nod again, a little curter than before.
“Don’t forget the first-aid kit.”
Shutting your book, you furrow your eyebrows at Diluc and huff, “Yes, mom! I’ve gotten everything packed. Including your share and extras. Geez, I can’t believe I’m getting nagged at by someone who joined the network later than me.”
Diluc scoffed, “It’s only a few weeks, [name]. You should think about who had the greatest contribution instead.”
You stick your tongue out at Diluc. But your mean facade breaks and you laugh in your seat, soon returning to your book. You assure him as you flip a page, “Don’t worry, I’ll do a second check again before we head out for the mission.”
But even all the checks wouldn’t have prevented the two of you from being seen by the fatui.
In the middle of a tundra, both of you run against the snow currents. Neither of you can see what’s in front of you, but you can only keep running into what feels like a void.
At one point, you suddenly feel the ground disappear beneath your feet. You fall and Diluc catches your hand.
You dangle off a cliff, while Diluc is sprawled out on the snow, his hand holding yours. Even when all you can see is the rugged surface of the cliff in front of you and Diluc’s pained expression above you, you know the fatui is closing in on the both of you.
The harsh winds buffet and sting your face. There is no warmth from Diluc’s glove. And instead, you feel his arm quiver.
After a period of Diluc struggling and the winds howling, you shout to him to let you go. However, his bone-crushing grip becomes much tighter instead. He wasn’t going to let you leave him like his father.
He’s had enough of those.
Diluc grits his teeth and takes a deep inhale of the cold air that burns his nose. He tries to lift you, but it is futile. He looks back at the encroaching silhouettes in the snowstorm and tries yet again.
Your tears pool in your eyes and you feel them turn into ice as they roll down your cheeks. You’ve got your hands so, so full with a stubborn man.
But you aren’t going to drag this stubborn man down to wherever you were about to head to, especially with the feelings you harboured for him.
You start to wriggle your hand from your glove and it catches Diluc’s attention.
“Stop.”
You clench your jaw and fight against his grip.
“Stop.”
Diluc looks at you with sheer panic in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.
“Stop.”
It’s the first time that it was all he could say and it makes you want to laugh in this perilous situation. Instead, you say your last goodbye to him. He can barely hear you with the howling gales and the stomping from the steps of the fatui, but he still catches your words crystal clear.
“Diluc, shine true.”
When you fall, all that’s left in his grip is your glove as he watches you disappear into the snow currents.
But even after you slip out of his grasp, Diluc never truly let go of your hand.
[2]
It’s you again. And you’re sitting in front of that painting for the nth time. The one with two people braving a snowstorm.
The one that’s about to be auctioned off by the Ragnvindr museum soon.
Diluc has the urge to ask you if the painting means anything to you before it’s gone. He would gladly sell it to you at the price he bought it at if you had the money to purchase it.
(Or… there is a part of him who would let you buy it at a price you could afford.)
He finds himself walking to you, but he simply stands beside you rather than actually asking you the question. Diluc steals glances at you, searching for what the painting means to you in your eyes.
You realise the Diluc Ragnvindr of the Ragnvindr Art Museum standing beside you, and you greet him. He nods back in return. A stifling silence falls over Diluc as you continue to admire the painting.
(He rolls his eyes internally at himself for approaching you for nothing.)
Diluc clears his throat, “Does this painting mean something to you?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure.”
Before silence takes over, he asks, “Would you be participating in the auction next week?”
You shake your head. “No, I don’t have the money to buy this. I’m struggling to get by,” you giggle, “If Master Diluc didn’t set free admissions for the general exhibition of the museum, I wouldn’t have had the money to come so often.”
(You don’t know where you got the balls to joke with the owner of the museum, but you just roll along with it.)
A smile tugs at the side of his lips and he purses his lips to shake it off.
“Of course. I believe we shouldn’t let money be a problem for people who want to see art. Art is for everyone, especially those who can appreciate it.”
You thank him and take your leave.
“Hold on, may I ask for your name?”
A soft smile grows on your face. “It’s [name].”
The next time you come again, it’s the evening before the auction. A wave of guilt washes over him when he sees your back and he reconsiders pulling it out of the auction for you. But he knows it is too late. Such irrational thoughts and actions would cause great inconvenience for everyone.
(Were they really irrational? Would the great inconvenience be worth it for you, someone whom he only got the name of last week?
Did he really only know you last week?)
Diluc walks up to you. “Would you like me to take a photograph of you and the painting?”
“What? Isn’t photography banned here?”
He inhales, chiding himself internally for having forgotten the rules of his family museum.
“I would gladly make an exception for you. A phone camera is unlikely to be able to replicate the painting and I believe you would keep this photograph for personal use.”
You smile in amusement, taking up Diluc’s offer.
As he presses the button on your screen, you say, “You asked me if the painting meant something to me,”
Diluc lowers your phone and meets your gaze. He passes your phone back to you, not breaking eye contact with you.
“I think it’s you. I think the answer is you.”
Diluc looks at you, dumbfounded. A whole flurry of thoughts runs through his head, and he soon can no longer make any of them out with a storm of them.
You chuckle after glancing at your phone, “Sorry, I don’t know what hit me, we just started talking a week ago. I shall take my leave, the bus is coming soon.”
You leave in haste as Diluc stands unmoving. In his spot, he watches you disappear out of the door.
The next night, Diluc sells the painting to the highest bidder. When he passes it into the hands of the buyer, he thinks of you.
(And he wished you were the one who got the painting instead.)
After that evening, Diluc never saw you at his family museum again. He cannot wrap his head around your answer.
He thinks he won’t know.
[3]
Technology reigns supreme and becomes one with the people. People soar higher, physically and psychologically. And yet, the both of you end up way below the gutters. Maybe in hell, watching people reach their heaven as you claw about to survive.
Diluc returns to the abandoned museum that both of you reluctantly call home. Even though nobody uses it anymore, somehow water still runs in the building and electricity flows through parts of it.
You sit on the sill of the window, with your bow and arrows resting against the wall beside you. Diluc observes that they are void of blood and kept tidily. Your job went smoothly today. You’re relatively dry as well, so you must have returned before the pouring rain.
Your hand cups your chin, watching cars fly overhead. The neon lights glow strongly despite the downpour and they illuminate your face with their flashing colours. There is a distant look in your eyes as if you’re looking far beyond the technology Diluc believes to be bullshit.
You don’t turn to acknowledge him. He knows you saw him from the window.
Hearing his footsteps approach you, you turn to look at him.
“You’re back. I see you are close to unscathed, Darknight,” you spit, emphasising the nickname the people gave Diluc.
Disgust swirls in Diluc’s chest at the mention of that name.
He takes out a sandwich, tucked away dry in his jacket, which you reluctantly catch and place on the tiny space beside you. Diluc sits at the other end of the room and rests his claymore against a wall. He peels off his sopping wet coat, tossing it to a corner. He unwraps another sandwich he bought as he continues to keep his eyes on you.
The plastic crinkles. The sound bounces around the walls, becoming increasingly deafening.
Diluc brings his sandwich up to his lips. But before he gets his first bite, he tuts and gets up to walk over to you.
“Eat, will you?”
You continue to keep your eyes trained on the pompous outside. The sandwich lays untouched beside you.
“I’m back safe. Stop throwing a tantrum-”
“I still stand by my opinion that you could have turned it down. You know how fucking dangerous that was,” you say with your voice a little loud which startles Diluc.
“But you do know how much money that job gives right?”
“But you could have died.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, but it doesn’t stop a tear from trickling out.
Diluc’s frown breaks. He shifts his gaze down to the splotches on the floor, blooming as rainwater continues to drip from his hair. “I’m sorry,” he wants to say, but it doesn’t come out of his mouth. He had to do it. There was no one else there for the both of you.
“I know. But you know we had to do it. We were running out of money.”
Reality weighs heavily upon your shoulders. In a soft voice, you retort, “We could have just taken up more low-risk jobs. Delivering arms, bodyguard duties, assassinations-”
“I wouldn’t call assassination low-risk.”
You point at your bow and arrow. “I can do it from afar and I know how to escape. My point is… You didn’t have to get involved in that whole rain of bullets.”
Diluc cradles your head and leans it on his chest.
“I’ll stay away from such jobs.”
“Are you sure you want to turn this job down, Darknight?”
“Don’t call me by that name.”
“I know you have a partner by your side. The one with the bow and arrow.”
“...”
“If you want to guarantee their safety, I hope you know not to turn down this offer. There’s a hefty sum waiting for you too.”
His windpipe constricts as his words fall off heavy from his lips.
You finally meet his eyes. “Promise?”
Diluc thinks pinky promises are childish. But when you fold all your fingers into your palm except your pinky and raise it to him, he feels a knife about to turn in his heart.
The gods have forsaken both of you. And when he hooks his pinky around yours, he thinks he’s forsaken you. Even though he wasn’t leaving you, it’s as if he’s already turned his back on you.
“Alright [name], eat this sandwich for now. We’re going to an eatery to eat tomorrow with this cash.”
Before you do, you urge him to dry his soaking wet hair and change to a dry set of clothes.
When you finish your sandwich, you look out the window yet again. Absent-mindedly, you say, “One day, we’re going to live a comfortable life. It doesn’t matter if we don’t have those tech crap people have. Just you and me, watching daybreak or twilight.”
Diluc only smiles at your sentiment.
But as he knows, the light of the gods shines on neither of you. Perhaps there were no gods.
It isn’t long before you have to face harsh reality again (with death trailing right behind). The moment right before you close your eyes in the arms of your lover, he thinks you see the grim grey clouds overhead with the rain pelting on your face.
And he wished he could have given you the daybreak or twilight you wanted to see.
(But he forgets that you saw the fiery red of his eyes and hair too.)
[4]
Heaven is on your balcony. The sky is a canopy of dyed purple. A book on hand and sunlight from the setting sun stretching onto the pages. A warm cup of tea with a gentle fragrance that wafts to your nose.
After the nth time of glancing up from your book, you spot a glimpse of a redhead down below and a smile tugs at the side of your lips.
You flip your book to the next page. But you can barely comprehend what’s happening on the page, mind filled with the arrival of your lover.
The door opens and Diluc enters with his hands full. You rise from your seat to kiss him on the cheek.
He smiles softly at you. “Did you finish the commissioned art piece today?”
You laugh and roll your eyes jokingly, “Of course. Why? Do you not believe in me?”
“Of course not. Here, this is for you.”
He sets down the bags that he’s carrying and hands you one of them. You open them and you see the top of a few books. You lift one of them slightly out of the bag and gasp when you see the title. Even without looking at the rest, you jerk your head up towards Diluc and stare at him, unable to formulate any words.
“I saw you staring at them the last time we passed the bookstore.”
You smile so wide your cheek hurts. “Thank you.”
He nudges you to have a seat at the dining table with your new books. As soon as he changes out, he starts whipping up a meal. You watch him open cupboards, move from the stove to the sink and back, and add ingredients into different pots.
(Of course, you watch as his biceps flex and relax.)
When he catches you staring, you quickly avert your gaze and pretend that you’re reading. He lets out an inaudible chuckle that you notice when you steal a glance at him again.
Needless to say, the dishes he made are fragrant and delectable. A delightful birthday feast as the sun gives the stage of the sky to the moon.
After he clears out the dishes, he turns off the lights. Only the lights from the street lamps outside spill into the dining room. The glow of the light from inside the refrigerator illuminates Diluc’s face, highlighting his jaw, nose and eyes.
You see him take out a big red box before it gets dark again. Little dancing flames start appearing in the dark and you make out a cake with the flickering candles.
“Happy birthday, [name].”
Your eyes crinkle with affection as warmth brews in your chest. From the corner of your eye, you see the first snow fall through the window behind him.
“Thank you for being here. I’m glad that we ended up here.”
(You grab him by the collar and tug him towards you. Both of you kiss, sharing lifetimes full of love.)
[END]
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So much for stardust Chapter Twenty Two
It was afternoon before I woke up again, after dreams of star studded cats and the Axolotl. Squirrelstar walked up to me. “How are you feeling, Kenz?”
“Dizzy. Sleepy. Trippy.” I felt my stomach growl. “When can I go home?”
“Jayfeather mentioned how you were having dreams about StarClan.”
“So? I get weird dreams all the time. Just because I dream of your dead ancestors doesn’t mean you have to detain me longer! You’re forgetting that—“
“Just answer the fucking question.”
“Oh, so warrior cats actually swear?” I shrank back into the moss in the nest. “He gets it from me.” Squirrelstar sat down, putting her paw on my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Look. Jayfeather and I think that it’s a good idea that you should go to the Moonpool tonight. Clearly, for whatever reason, StarClan thinks you’re important.” Squirrelstar sounded like a caring but firm mother. “StarClan can go—“
“Don’t infuriate StarClan.”
“Given how easily I lost a fight against a small patrol of feral cats, I am saying that I don’t have a choice in this.” I yawned, stretching out my aching joints. I sat up, moss falling from my hair. I was no longer feeling the effects of the poppy seeds. “We have to move now if we want to get there in time.” I nodded, following Jayfeather.
I marveled at how a blind cat could lead the way through dense forest. As soon as I arrived at the cavern, I felt blind myself. The luminous glow of the Moonpool struck me with awe. A chilly nighttime breeze blew through the cavern, chilling me to the bone.
“Lay down and press your nose to the pool.”
I nodded, laying on my stomach and pressing my nose to the icy water. A chill ran down my spine. I wanted to pull away, but couldn’t, as the pull of the Moonpool was too strong. “It’s freezing!!”
I heard a screech from Jayfeather, causing me to fall in the Moonpool. I stopped myself from panicking as I knew how to swim, and I knew that I could breathe underwater from the gills on my neck courtesy of Umbredoggo biology. A scarlet tinge stained the crystal clear pool. My gut dropped as I saw Jayfeather’s lifeless body at the water’s edge, his final fear stricken moments etched on his face.
A pair of glowing yellow cat eyes and glistening wolf fangs shone in the pale light. Sure enough, it was Bipper in his weredego form. He plunged into the Moonpool after me, shoving me into the icy depths.
Panicking, I transformed into my umbredoggo form to fight back. I snapped my jaws, trying to aim a bite on Bipper’s leg. He slashed his claws on my back, staining the water and electric blue. I yelped as I felt a slash on my neck where my gills were. I gasped to hold a breath as I was dragged deep into the seemingly endless pool, my gills too damaged to breathe properly.
I shoved at Bipper with all my might, but he was as unmoving as stone. Darkness swirled around us, almost as if we were entering the twilight zone. Bipper locked antlers with me and bashed me against the edge of the pool, causing me to let go of my breath and inhale water through my lungs. My eyes rolled back to their sockets as the world went black.
I awoke in pain. Dark grey vines strangled my neck, holding me to the ground. Dipper’s unconscious body laid there, tangled in vines. He was barely breathing. I struggled against the vines to free myself, only for them to wrap around my legs and wings. I saw a flash of gold as Bill approached, his eye glittering with victory.
“I have you at last, Nightshade.” Bill’a cackle sent a chill down my spine as I was cut free from all the vines sans the one around my neck, restraining me from any movement to escape.
“Let me g—“ The vine around my neck started choking me, digging into the wounds on my gills. My lungs were heavy with water and my head spun. “No. I don’t think so.” Bill chucked me to the ground, stunning me and causing me to transform back into human form. I breathed heavily, trying to get myself stable enough to fight.
My breaths shallowed and shallowed until they were no more, my eyes rolling back into their sockets. Just as I thought everything was over, a bright light consumed my vision.
I blinked awake at the side of the Moonpool, Dipper’s human body collapsed on top of me and panting. He smiled as I recognized his dusty brown eyes. He wiped some blood off his face, signaling that he was doing CPR. “How did you break free from Bill’s possession?”
I noticed Bee come out of the shadows and lift me up. Loona was there too, and she carried Dipper. I shivered from hypothermic shock as Bee carried me to her house. She put me on oxygen and wrapped me in warm blankets. “Where’s Dipper?”
“He’s at the shack. Ford’s looking after him.” Bee patted my head, signaling that everything was gonna be okay.
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The russet-haired male’s only eye twitches as if spasming at the thought of what might happen to him if he disobeys.
He makes the wise decision not to.
Instead, he makes a show of putting his fingers to his forehead like it’s some kind of difficult task to recall.
Jungkook quickly becomes impatient and clears his throat.
Yoongi gets the message loud and clear, his only functional iris departing from the Pack Alpha to her.
You bathed in that spring, trying to cool the heated flush from your flesh. It didn’t work. And when you had scrubbed your skin raw, and let sleep take you in that crystal pool, there came a shadow in the night.
Concern is what makes Jungkook’s stomach drop. Yoongi goes on.
It came and went just like that. But I watched it descend over her, wrapping around her as if it had a mind of its own.
At first she didn’t react. But when it caressed her like it was some long lost lover, that’s when she was roused. It started with a moan when the dark hand of the shadow brushed her scent gland on her neck before reaching down-
It’s all he can say before Jungkook is gone from her side and stood in front of him. Well, where the russet-haired male had been standing.
His hand is wound around the man’s neck as he holds him easily in the air.
You stood by and watched this happen and didn’t think to inform me? Namjoon? Anyone else? I should kill you for negligence on this very spot.
w-what? it's all she can say, voice heavy.
She.. she's bearing someone else's mark? The thought has her heart dropping with a pang. Her head swims in it's attempt to try and gather her thoughts, trying to remember what happened that night.
Alas, she can't.
So, she asks Yoongi :
What the fuck happened? What else did you fucking see that you didn't tell us yet?
The urge to scrub the mark off of her skin eats away at her, and before she can think of better, her claws elongate, and she rips open the skin on her elbow that bears the mark. Droplets of blood trickle down her arm, and the sting doesn't bother her. The skin that bared the mark her alpha didn't give her is no longer on her. That's all she fucking cares about.
Please... don't tell me there's more that happened..
Jungkook had been told about the aphrodisiac’s potential effects, but he had not been made aware of the fact that being exposed to the substance could induce such strong hunger for sex, nor the lack of memory that accompanied it.
Did that mean she didn’t remember how they’d been fucking like rabbits before her pussy had sucked so much of his cum out of him that he couldn’t even stay awake anymore ?
The thought is one he shouldn’t have, but he does because the teeth of possessiveness bite into him as he thinks on it all.
He should have questioned why she had smelled so different. So intoxicatingly sweet. But he’d been a fool. He’d been stupid to think she had wanted him so ardently when she’d not been on her heat.
He’d been so eager to please her that he hadn’t even considered the slight slur to her words or the river of slick that had sopped her thighs when he’d hardly even made it through the door.
And later, he’d failed her when she needed him most. When some unknown fucker had dared to touch her.
His unused hand balls into a fist, his knuckles going white while the digits of his other hand close around Yoongi’s throat, his own face turning red in the lack of blood reaching it.
He didn’t want to hear more of this. But for the sake of his omega, he needed to.
His words are menacing as he seethes them out whilst his eyes flash.
Since my omega has decided she wants to hear the end of your story, continue. But make it brief. You don’t have much air left.
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate at that.
He coughs and croaks out:
The shadow… it touched her. Wrapped around her in places you’d been kissing earlier. Places you would never let any of us see. It-
Yoongi tries and fails to grab at anything to give him leverage as Jungkook’s fingers tighten around his windpipe.
It made her whimper and whine. When it had coaxed her to sleep, it tried to pull her out of the water. It tried to drag her by the elbow. In the very same place she-
Jungkook throws the male as if he’s nothing but a ragdoll.
Fury flames his eyes and burns his words with scorn as he orders all alphas:
Find it. Find who or what did this to my mate. The first one of you who brings the source of it to me will be given the finest rations we have for half a year.
Fail me, and I’ll kill you all myself.
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WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME, DARLING?
ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru
content warnings ─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, noncon, babytrapping, slight electrocution (nanami's part), breeding kink, gaslighting, ankle cuffs (nanami), implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, implied abuse, stockholm syndrome.
ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ they have given more what you needed and provided for you and yet, it's not enough. why would you dare leave them when all they had is the "love" they have for you.
GOJO SATORU
gojo's quiet. eerily quiet. the glint in his eyes are absent. his blindfold hanging around his neck. his jujutsu uniform is still intact and hasn't changed from his clothes as the head of the gojo clan while he walks back and forth while you sit in silence like a child waiting for their punishment, except you weren't a child. you were his wife. the wife of the head of the gojo clan and the strongest sorcerer alive.
you were reminded how powerless you are with the people in the clan. watching your every move like a hawk. afraid of the wrath he is yet to show if they messed up. they only have one job. the job is to make sure his wife would never leave the clan's premises and when you did, all was in panic and it was reported to him immediately and that landed you in this situation.
the tears made of frustration and anger pooling in your lashes. chewing on your lips while your hands turns into fists. clutching your jeans in a way to never punch him straight in the face. you hated being weak. your freedom taken away from you. he loves you, he says. you could never believe such words coming from him.
“why would you do this to me, (y/n)? i've been a good husband to you, aren't i? why?” he asks like he was hurt. partly true. partly he's lying. shoving it to your face how capable he is to control your life.
good husband? you were never good to me.
glaring at him and gojo chuckles at your cute reaction. it is that menacing face of yours but why it is so adorable. you were just probably looking for him to give you the attention you needed and for him, he's willing to provide it for you. what kind of husband is he, if he can't give you what you needed.
he kneels down down to meet your level. his hand reaching out to touch you but you slap it away.
“don't touch me.” you bitterly spat to him and gojo frowns at it. he must have made you upset and he didn't like it.
“ah, my pretty wife is upset to me. what should i do?” ignoring the way you have just slapped his arm and the tone of your voice. grabbing his chin like he was in deep thinking and it infuriates you more from how he was taking this.
he looks at you with those blue eyes of his and from the absence of it's glint earlier it was now shining like a crystal clear lake reflecting the thousand stars in the night sky.
can't he understand that you don't want to do anything with him nor be part of this clan of his but it was already sealed years ago when he threatened your family and as a part of it. you were married to him.
it doesn't mean that he was the strongest he can do whatever he pleases and take your freedom away and be bound in this clan of his. no fucking way.
“hah! now, i know. you need some lovin' from me, don't you? without me must be a bore to you that's why you did that. i understand.” he sing-sang. from how he sounds it was like he solved one of the complicated problem in the universe.
you scoff at him. “you kept me here, you fucking asshole! i never asked to be with you nor to get tied down with you and i certainly don't need your love. you can shove it down to your ass.” you retaliate at him and that felt good. being able to stand up for once and fight for your own.
gojo smiles although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. he really hated when you're like this. acting stubborn and brave when in fact you will just easily bend as he pleases but he let you have it. you were all bark and no bite, after all.
“mou~, (y/n) don't be mean to me. your best interest is all i have in mind. now, can i show just how much i love you?” he asks before approaching you wrapping his arms around you before lifting you up. you kicked and punched him but it was proven useless to his overwhelming strength. all you could is huff out frustration.
“this is way better right, sweets?” he groans as your warm walls squeeze around him. holding your cheeks in his palm as he wipe the tears continuously flowing out from your pretty eyes with his thumb. your speech garbled followed by the hiccups and your throat felt dry, hoarse even.
gojo would never hurt you. he keeps his fist tight. nestled in his pockets to avoid hurting you. he will never ever lay a hand on you. well, only if you're misbehaving and he takes it on you while fucking. he get two things from it.
one, is never you talk back to him and keep your mouth shut, with only the sweetest voice of yours leaving your mouth and second is he can admire you. there's not a day where he didn't think of you. you're the only one who occupies his thoughts. his sweet wife. how life for him would be if it wasn't for you?
“doing so well for me...” he mutters, pressing a tender kiss for your lips while his hands wanders throughout the expanse of your soft skin. all for him to mark, to defile and to worship.
he ignores how your nails makes indentions in his back, claws at his arms or you try to push him away. he didn't see it as resistance but only it was too much for you to handle him. you were just marking him, the same he have on you. laying claim on what you own and tonight, he have a plan for you. one he never thought since it would be a pain for him and to you but considering how you acted to him today and the attempt. he will make sure it will never happen again.
“you know (y/n). I have been thinking about it for a long time....” he says in between groans and kissing you. “the elders had been bothering me about it too, but never put it in consideration for the reason i don't want to force you in a responsibility that you don't want and i don't want it either.” his hips meeting yours and his cock lodging deeper inside you. patting your round belly lovingly and your mind took a minute to register what he intends to do with you. with the remaining strength you have despite your mouth not having a mind of its own. you desperately tried to get away from him. it didn't matter how useless it was. you never and will never let it happen to you.
“why the sudden change, sweets? i'm not saying anything.” his grip on your plush waist tightening as you squirmed beneath him. “but considering how you were behaving recently i may have to do it.”
“no! please don't!” you manage to speak out, your voice cracking and more tears came flowing out and your vision blurs. you don't want his lineage continuing because of you. “you don't have the choice. you're mrs. gojo now and you belong to me. i do what i see fit, f—fuck... you're tight — squeezing me. see, you like it. you want it.” his breath fanning to your cheek while he ruts inside you. the blue in his eyes is glowing brighter than ever.
“don't worry about it. i'll take care of it. all you have to do is have our baby and if you misbehave again. i won't think twice putting another one again to you.”
there won't be another attempts of escape, not when you're under the clutches of gojo satoru. your dear husband.
NANAMI KENTO
his grip were tight. muscles bulging and the hard lines on his face was much prominent than it already was. he tugs on your wrist when there's a pause in your steps while he drags you away from your almost momentous escape.
his blonde hair disheveled from the usual style he had it on and his lips pursed in a thin line. there's many things running in his mind but it's mostly disappointment. angry at himself for letting you loose at this time of the day where he wasn't present and by your side.
shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.
the only word ringing throughout his brain. it didn't stop until he was meet by the familiar door leading you inside. his frown deepening once he noticed the unlocked door and the destroyed knob. luck really sided with you today despite the "safety" countermeasures he strictly made for you.
nanami doesn't mean any harm. he simply doesn't believe in laying a hand on you. the outside world isn't a safe place for you. in this home he created for you is the only safe place and you can't be contented by it.
he made you sit in the couch. kneeling in front of you as he unlocked the cuffs wrapped around your thick ankles. placing the defective item in the side for later inspections on why it didn't activate the first step you had taken outside. after many electrocutions you still didn't learn from it even it left you immobilized and whimpering from the pain and it wasn't doing any good for nanami. he got no choice even it pains him to see you hurt from that. it's for your own good — he tells himself. that is why every attempt and to your pain, he made sure to pamper you. treat what a good husband do to his wife — no matter how stubborn she is, no matter how many times she disobey him.
he didn't say anything and let his fingers rub the sore spots where the cuffs were placed. when he's away they were on the whole duration and when he's with you, they're off.
there's a slight pain he felt in his chest when you flinched when he touched you. your hands clutching on the cover of the couch while those silly tears makes their way in those lashes of yours. they're so pretty and it squeezes his chest to see he is the reason of your tears. he could endure it. endure everything but he won't ever let you go.
“i told you not to go outside, sweetheart.” he reasons. holding your hand as his thumb brushes the back of your palm. looking at you with those stern, brown eyes of him but you didn't look back at him. biting the inside of your cheek in frustration. nanami sighs, this is what he gets but it's for your own safety. he can't simply let you go when the outside is swarming with curses and humans alike that would harm you.
you were completely upset and so he decides to leave you space but not without pampering you. he places you in the tub. run the soap along with your plush body while his hands untangled the knots in your hair before dressing you into one of the most comfortable nighties before settling you in your bed.
he leaves you in peace, continuing his routine before joining you in bed. he takes his suspenders off, placing the blunt blade in the tables before unbuttoning his shirt. he takes in his reflection. stress is beginning to take a toll on his body. the stress of exorcising and overtime added by his darling running away from him. he could just ease it up.
he hears you sniffle with your back turned against him. comforting yourself in a way you know and it can't compare how he can do it but still his heart aches. he can give you everything but not your freedom, not when everything's a threat and so he lays beside you.
places his hand in your arm, running it all over to your soft skin until it settles on the back of your palm where he takes it in his. bringing it to his lips for him to kiss it. you take your hand away from him and nanami frowns.
“please understand me sweetheart, it was for your own good.” he tries to coax you again in believing him that it was solely for you and not for his selfish reasons. you only shrugged your shoulder to him before moving your body until you're almost in the end of the bed and nanami could have so much patience for you and that's when he gets fed up at your actions.
he kisses your forehead, his arm snaking over to your soft middle bringing you in front of him and then he was straddling you. holding your wrists above in one hand while he takes his white shirt off, showing those hard muscles that is built from stress and hard work.
and that is the moment you knew that how tight the cuffs are or how painful the electrocutions, it could never compare how tight his grip and hold to you. a certainty that you will always be with him.
he treats you like a fragile glass, his hold feathery light but it's enough to bruise your delicate body. his blond locks hangs and sways with every roll of his hips. your thick leg is pressed to your chest while he fills you to the brim.
“ken...” a gasp followed by a cry while his cock brushes your inside. molding your hole in his very shape. his cock hitting the spot that leaves you drooling and crying for his name.
“you're so good around me sweetheart...” he pants while he caresses your round cheek. stares at you with his tired eyes that is filled with love and adoration for his wife. looking at you with such desire while he kisses those tears away from you.
how could he let you go when you're squeezing him so tightly. milking him dry that you're sucking the pent up stress he was feeling today by your sweet cunt and body of yours. he was like a man reborn and what's a good way to reward you is to stuff you full and by the time he was done you were passed out in his bed.
it's better this way. you wouldn't have the strength to run away from him for the next days and when you'll do it again. he's going to fuck you rougher but that is enough for today.
he holds you in his arms. stares how adorable you look under him and it's a choice he didn't regret from taking you from the outside world — only you and him should exist. he takes one last look at you before closing his eyes. in the morning he will wake up and sees you and it's enough to get by the long day ahead of him when he'll go home with you waiting for him.
FUSHIGURO TOJI
toji wouldn't say he got softer. lenient, more like it. it fits best on how he treats you and ignores and learned to be patient with you even it isn't his strong suit despite the crying and the talks of wanting to be free.
the reason? you're pregnant.
he got you knocked up. it was easier than to discipline you. no matter how tight his grip on your neck or how he bruised you in the daily. you will still and have the strength to escape him. the solution he came up to is to get you pregnant and so he did. the bump getting more prominent each day other than your already round stomach.
and so toji smugly thought you wouldn't do anything reckless with your condition but you've proven him wrong. tested the calm waters until it drowned you.
the scar in the corner of his mouth twitches. clicking his tongue in disappoint while thinking of the ways how he'll punish you.
“you're getting bold, aren't you?” he lets out a slight chuckle. emerald green eyes piercing through your own that you will end up blind if looks could cut. “and a ungrateful baby mama of mine, hmm?” grabbing your soft jaw with his large palm that made you whine. snarling at your frightened expression.
“i work day and night providing for you and this is what i get!? and then you try to take my child away with you. how ungrateful are you?” he lashes out at you. his voice raised and toji never raises his voice at you. he only taunts and degrades you in what he sees fit at situations.
“i didn't ask you for anything...” you mumbled. “you're the one who put me in this situation. i never wanted this.” you say in a matter of fact. you never wanted him nor this life and now you're stuck with his child growing inside of you.
toji raised a brow at this one. bringing your face closer to his and he can see your lips wobble and quiver. a smirk unfurling in his lips. “you didn't get to decide what i want and it's your job to keep me happy and satisfied. you clearly don't have a choice on this one, baby.” his voice in a mocking manner at you. taunting you at your very being of being weak and powerless.
“consider yourself lucky or do you still want to test my patience? i've been too far patient at you.” you only glare at him and toji didn't like it. “of course, you don't have a choice. you will receive whatever i give to you. now — be good to daddy.” he says. instantly caging you in his muscular arms. ripping the piece of cloth that covers your modesty and toji is quick to sink his fangs into you.
he's deaf to your cries. to your pleas. teeth nibbling in to your soft neck while his cock deeply plunges inside your tight hole. growling when your warm walls engulfs his huge length. no regard for your baby bump that it is his child that he was crushing.
your nails digs in his arms, scratching, digging, nails scraping his skin that blood surfaces but he was oblivious to it. toji had shed too much blood for his and of others. had gone through numerous tribulations to give a damn about skin peeling from his woman who doesn't know when to behave and get on his nerves.
through bleary eyes you eventually got tired. all the hope leaving from your body, trying to fend toji off from you. what's the point? he'd already ruined you and he'll just pull you away again from the others.
“where's the fight in you, sweetheart? got tired?” his tone amused like you where the biggest entertainment he had in his entire life. “all those bitchin' and you only end up like this. you learn fast. that's right. you will just be my breeding bitch.” squeezing your round cheeks that you don't know if it'll end for you but his warm cum seeping throughout your womb gave you the answer and that smirk of his. it draws the endless horrors you have to take from him.
“why the relieved face? don't think i'll stop filling this tight pussy of yours.” he says deep and dark.
a tear trickled down in your cheek and that is all for you. bound forever to this madman.
GETO SUGURU
well.... suguru doesn't like you confined in fancy contraptions nor imprisoned. he likes you freely walking in the compound in that kimono made of silk, embroidered with stories weaved in that clothing. it's a luxury for you and made to pair with him. a deemed god for his goddess. it's a money well-spent he would say and doesn't mean when he spoils you — he trusts you.
adoration and trust is a two different things. he keeps an eye on you most of the time cause you will never know when you act on impulse or have the slightest idea of leaving him.
he keeps you lock and guarded. the twins are a relief when they kept you company when he's tending to his business. besides the twins are fond of you and share the sentiments with him. still, he can never be so sure.
and then it happened. one of the cursed spirits in his disposal that monitors you alerted him of escape. one can never be so sure with you. thank him for the length he had to go through just to keep you by his side and suguru isn't so pleased with what you had done. bruising his ego and efforts of doing that.
“why would you do that?” he asks. in the comfort of his private quarters with you. no fancy robe and he only wore his black sweater with gray sweatpants while you sat in his lap. your back against his chest. “i don't know.” you answered unsure. you didn't even recognized by if it was your voice.
“you don't know?” the question is like dragging a sack from how heavy it weighs when he asked. “surely you have a reason for that, sweet girl.” he hums. his fingers playing with the hem of your nightie. “i'm sorry.” you meekly apologized to him.
“it will take a lot before i'll accept that apology.” he nibbles in your ear. his hand holding your plush waist goes up to caress your arm. “w-won't do it again. i promise.” geto stops for a moment before grinning. “oh, it won't happen again, sweet girl.” he says, palming over to your plush mound.
“g-geto-sama....” you rasps out, voice shaky. your thighs clamping in his hand to avoid further ministrations.
“spread your legs or i'll get angry at you.” he warns and you immediately obliged. his fingers forming into a v to spread your pussy lips before toying with your clit.
“g-geto-sama.” throwing your head in the back and settling down in his shoulder. your lashes fluttering, breath stuttering from the sensation of your bud being played. “p-please” you moaned out. grabbing his sweater to steady yourself. “quiet. you don't have the power to order me, sweet girl not with what you had done.” his index finger teasingly pokes your hole, slick and warm for him. your thick thighs quiver in anticipation but you can't do anything to obey him.
“ssh. that's right...” he whispers. his lips ghosting to your neck before catching your lips with his before pumping his thick fingers in and out of you. his thumb nudging your clit for added stimulation and you can't help but to draw those pathetic moans and whimpers. you consider yourself lucky. punishment with your master are never this been kind.
“who would touch you like this if you left me?” he murmurs. slowing down to hear you whine and beg for him and you shaked your head. “no one. only you could touch me.” you answered quickly. your hips moving to match the rhythm of his fingers but he quickly pulled away that a sob came following next from you from the lost of contact.
“bad girls, don't get to cum not after the little ploy you pulled.” he says and the man who had been your captor lover for the last years won't let it slide. let it sink to you that you can never do anything without him.
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𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader
(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary... it would make this make a lot more sense though)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity
thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie !!
When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture. Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.
And then you found out he wanted to bring Sam and Bucky along too… and you were simultaneously more and less surprised. More, because who brings tentative coworkers one barely gets along with on a romantic vacation? Less, because of course he would do this. Of course he had plans to dress you up in the tiniest bikinis he could find and show you off to the men who had already become pawns in his perverted game of social chess.
Not that you minded; you were the Queen of the board and it didn’t bother you if it was what the King wanted.
~
You spent the first night in the villa alone with him, which you appreciated. It had been a while since you two had some real quality time together, and you were craving him more than ever, in every way.
After a beautiful day spent swimming in the crystal blue ocean and enjoying the sights your new temporary home had to offer, you took a shower and tried not to get too excited about how you might be spending the evening with him. But, of course, you were only a few minutes into washing the saltwater off your body when you began to imagine his tongue on you, god that man could use his tongue to destroy you any way he wanted: with his words, with his kisses, or perhaps best of all with it tasting every inch of your cunt. It was amazing how he could get on his knees for you and still have all the power. He liked to make you keep eye contact with him while he did it, make you beg him to let you come, whatever it took to remind you that you were thoroughly and properly owned.
And you loved every second of it, you loved being helpless to him. He made you feel so safe that being vulnerable with him by now felt like no risk at all. You could remember early on when your fears and insecurities made you more hesitant to submit to him, and it was only with gentle patience that he coaxed you into it, never pressure or anger. You weren’t a virgin when you met him but, sometimes it felt like you might as well have been since you were so inexperienced and undersexed then. In fact, he was the first man, the first person other than yourself to make you come… and he made you come more ways than you had known possible.
Okay, so maybe the plan to not get your hopes up wasn’t going so well… you were already struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. Frankly, you would’ve already done it if you didn’t know that touching yourself was against the rules.
You’d gotten so used to taking care of yourself while he was in prison, at which point he obviously suspended that rule, and it was a hard habit to break at times.
You emerged from the bathroom in the fluffy robe you found on the door, smiling when you saw him lounging on the bed in a matching one, reading Анна Каренина (known by the West as Anna Karenina). He looked contemplative, as always, and you always thought he looked especially sexy in his reading glasses. You slipped into the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as he found a position where he could read comfortably with his arm around your shoulders.
“You must’ve already read that book a thousand times, Helmut,” you sighed.
“And it gets better every time,” he mumbled back, turning the page.
You pouted slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder, and he chuckled. “Is my little lutka in need of some attention?”
You nodded, and he kissed the top of your head softly.
“Why don’t you keep me warm while I finish this chapter, hm?” he offered, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at his words. He phrased it like a question, but it felt more like a gentle demand, and you were happy to agree either way.
“Yes, sir,” you hummed as you sat up and straddled his legs, undoing your robe and opening his to wrap your hand around his half-hard cock.
He reached his full potential with only a few slow strokes, and you found yourself absent-mindedly licking your lips as you saw the way your fingers just barely met with your thumb and imagined how your body would be pushed to its limits to take him. Good thing you were already dripping wet even though you’d just been in the shower.
You indulged in rubbing your pussy over his shaft for a moment, enough to coat him in your wetness, before you lined up his tip to your entrance and sunk down onto him with a sigh, feeling like you could never tire of being stretched open by his thick cock.
When your hips met his, and the tip of his cock brushed against the deepest parts of you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a whimper. After so long apart, you were still readjusting to taking him and being on top didn’t make it much easier.
Honestly, you really weren’t trying to move; you just found your hips rocking slightly, seemingly of their own accord. You moaned under your breath as your clit rubbed against his body, but you were pulled from your trance with a whine as he slapped your thigh.
“No moving, draga, I think I made myself clear,” he reminded you sternly.
“Yes, sir,” you breathed.
You were pretty sure that at some point, you were a patient person. But you couldn’t imagine that now, not when all you could think about was how amazing it would be to just ride him right there, memories running through your mind and making your inner walls ripple unintentionally. He either couldn’t feel it or didn’t care, stoically continuing to read even as you were struggling to stay still.
Your plan was to be good for a while and then hope that you could convince him later… but you know what they say about best-laid plans, so you ended up cutting straight to the convincing pretty fast.
“Can I move yet, sir?”
“It’s hardly been a minute,” he frowned.
“Please,” you sighed, just barely moving your hips without even meaning to.
“Not yet,” he asserted, sounding a bit annoyed, but you needed this more than anything.
"Please let me move, please; I just wanna ride you so bad,” you begged.
He sighed, clearly irritated, and just when you thought you’d made a grave error, he finally put his book aside and looked up at you with a grin. "If I had known you would be so whiny, I would have had you keep me warm with your mouth.”
You opened your mouth to respond but let out only whimpery moans when he ran his hands up your body, toying briefly with your nipples before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you down into a rough kiss. Moaning into it, you couldn’t hold back any longer and started to rock your body atop his, savoring that perfect drag of his length along your walls that you’d missed so much.
Before you got a chance to really set your pace, he grabbed you tight and rolled the both of you over, pinning you under his weight as he fucked you in that way that was somehow rough and slow at the same time, moving his kiss to your neck and holding you down by your wrists.
“Fuck, th-thank you, sir,” you sighed, your cheeks warming when he chuckled against your skin.
“You really are too sweet, draga,” he whispered.
Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs did the same to his hips, keeping him deep inside you while his lips and tongue teased your collarbones, his fingers interlacing with yours.
He spent the entire night somewhere between making love to you and fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come more times than you could count, only taking breaks from fucking you to eat you out like a starving man (and one time for a quick drink sometime around 3 a.m.). It was no wonder, then, that you passed out just a few moments after he finally came inside you, sleeping soundly in his arms until well into the morning, nearly noon in fact, when the sun was streaming in through the massive window.
After a relaxed breakfast of champagne and fruit (the native pamplemousse was unlike anything you’d ever eaten before), Helmut encouraged you to shower again and meet him at the pool, which was a bit surprising since he normally liked to have you keep his come in you as long as possible. “Our guests should be here this afternoon,” was his only explanation, and you had a few ideas about what that meant, all of which made your gut sink in an oddly pleasurable way as you were filled with anticipation.
“Wear that bathing suit I bought for you, the new one,” he added finally as he stepped out onto the back patio.
~
It might seem silly to have a pool on a property right by the beach, but on days like today, where the ocean water was just a bit too chilly, you were thankful to have the heated pool to take a dip in. Honestly, you were a little surprised that Helmut didn’t make you swim in the ocean to see your nipples get hard through the tight black bikini, but then again, they were already getting there just from sharing a pool chair with him.
He was lying against the cushioned chair; your body sat between his spread legs as the back of your head rested on his chest. And, this is entirely unrelated, but you really liked how he looked in the round sunglasses he had on.
You hummed contentedly as you reached up behind you to touch him, rubbing his shoulders and pecs. You wiggled a bit, slowly, and imagined how it would feel if he got hard right against the small of your back.
"Mm, what's gotten into you, lutka?" he purred, rubbing your arms.
You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know the effect you have on me, don't act surprised."
Just before anything exciting could happen, Sam and James entered through the fence, apparently already having changed into their swimsuits; you wished you had thought to wear sunglasses so they couldn’t catch you ogling their muscular bodies, but instead, you just tried to keep your cool as you waved hello.
“Welcome!” Helmut called out, both of you getting up to greet them properly. “I hope your flight was alright…?”
“Yeah, it was great,” Sam nodded, “thanks.”
“You really own this whole place?” James added, glancing around.
“Yes, would you like to have a swim? I hear it should be warm enough tomorrow for the ocean, but until then…” Helmut trailed off.
Sam went right ahead, diving in and smiling wide when he popped back up. That man had such an infectious smile, you thought he should charge people to see it or something because you felt spoiled seeing it for free.
James jumped in behind him but seemed a little surprised when he returned to the surface to see you back in your chair with Helmut. “Care to join us?” he asked you.
“Um, no, I already swam a bit this morning,” you remembered, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll stay by the pool a while longer.”
“Aw, I was looking forward to getting to know you better,” he pouted, and everyone else raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Um, verbally, I mean,” he added, cheeks flushing slightly.
“What would you want to know?” you asked, sighing as you relaxed against Helmut’s chest.
“Well, what’s your story?” he shrugged, swimming up the edge of the pool to hang his arms over the edge.
“I… suppose it’s a rather short story,” you realized, “I was born in Sokovia, but my parents were immigrants. I was a bit of an ugly duckling as a child, I think.”
“You look like quite the swan now,” James winked, and you hoped Helmut wouldn’t notice how much that affected you.
“Oh, thank you,” you mumbled.
“Which reminds me, that’s a cute bikini you have on,” he complimented.
“Do you like it?” you hummed coyly. “Helmut picked it out.”
“Why don’t you give them a better look, darling?” Helmut prompted, and Sam swam up to hang over the edge too as you stood up and fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms. The Baron motioned his finger in a circle, silently instructing you to twirl so they could see the back, and you did though you felt a bit self-conscious about it. Finally, once you were sure they’d had an eyeful, he let you sit back down in his lap.
“Cute, isn’t it?” he cooed as his fingers travelled slowly up your sides. “It’s Chanel.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Sam dismissed, unlatching himself from the edge of the pool and falling into a backstroke. “This is weird. I just wanna swim.”
“You didn’t think this was seriously a free vacation, no strings attached, did you?” James shot back, getting up out of the pool and shaking some of the water off of himself before sitting down in the chair beside you two and letting his eyes wander over you. “So, Chanel, huh?” he prompted, and you nodded.
“Helmut says I should only wear the nicest things,” you explained, sitting up slightly.
“Why does it matter? You’d look beautiful in anything,” James cooed, and you felt a little dirty for how much you liked his attention. Good thing you liked feeling dirty.
“And a rare wagyu steak would taste just as good served any way, but you wouldn’t put it on a paper plate, now would you?” Helmut countered. “Well, maybe you would…”
James rolled his eyes but brushed off Helmut’s insult, returning his attention to you. “I guess I’m just… hungry enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
You reached up to trace your fingertip over the silver chain dangling off of his neck, biting your lip as you hooked your finger around it and pulled him closer. “Are you hungry enough that you don’t mind that it’s another man’s meal?”
His blue eyes went wide for a moment before glancing down to your lips and back up to your unwavering gaze, your brow raised as if a challenge while his furrowed as if he were considering accepting it.
“If he’s willing to share…” James whispered back.
“Then kiss me,” you requested softly, pulling him closer by his dog tags one more time until your lips met.
The way James kissed you was… difficult to describe. Gentle, but with this edge of intensity— like he was restraining himself, like there was so much more passion teeming beneath the surface. You wanted to bring that out if you could; you wanted to see how far you could push him until he lost it.
As James carefully ventured his tongue into your mouth, only to pull back and nip your bottom lip with his teeth, Helmut kissed you too— on the back of your neck, that spot that always made you wet and desperate right away. You moaned, and you couldn’t be sure exactly who it was for, but James sure decided to respond to it either way, tilting his head more to let his kiss explore you deeper.
Helmut’s teeth dug into your shoulder right as James nipped at your bottom lip like they had somehow explicitly coordinated to make you desperate; your right hand reached up to weave into James’ hair, your left squeezing Helmut’s wrist at your side.
The kiss ended just a moment too soon, and there was a delay before you blinked your eyes open to look back at James, who seemed quite proud of himself.
“Touch me,” you pleaded in a whimper.
“Where?” he asked, somewhat innocently.
“Y-you know where…” you mumbled.
He grinned wide, all trance of innocence gone. “I know, but I want you to say it.”
“My cunt,” you whispered, and he snarled just a bit at the word. “Please?”
“Of course, which one do you want?” James prompted with a grin, showing you his hands as your eyes instantly gravitated to the metal one.
“I think you know which I’m going to choose,” you mumbled shyly, and he smirked as he reached forward with the vibranium arm to brush his fingertips over your stomach, moving down to the top hemline of your bikini bottom.
You just barely gasped when the metal digits swiped over your clit and began to rub gentle circles, almost too slow as if he wanted to tease you… which, of course, he did.
"Do you like the way he touches you, draga?" Helmut whispered. His voice in your ear was like honey on your tongue, like honey everywhere.
"Yes, sir," you nodded, looking down at James' hand buried into your bikini.
"Hey, tell me you like it, too," James protested, "I'm the one doing it after all."
"I like it, James," you repeated, looking up at him. "I… don't have a title for you. Should I call you something when you touch me like this?"
"You can just call me Bucky from now on, okay? I think we're well past close enough now for that."
"Okay, Bucky," you sighed, watching the way his jaw clenched when you called him by name, "please put your fingers inside me."
"Both?"
"Yes, please," you breathed.
"But my fingers are thick, they're hard metal, and you're so small and delicate…"
"I want them to stretch me out, just please—"
A loud moan of shock jumped out of your mouth when he pushed the fingers in all at once, and though it reawakened some of the soreness from when Helmut had fucked you the night before, it felt wonderful enough to make your back arch up from the strong body behind you, his erection now digging into your hip.
It was certainly loud enough to get Sam's attention, who suddenly appeared beside the chair while he towelled off his chiselled chest.
"Damn, what are y'all doing to her over here?" he wondered aloud as if he were concerned for your health.
"Just playing with Zemo's little doll," Bucky answered. "She's really fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers."
"Wait, move over, let me see," Sam insisted, making Bucky pull his fingers out and Helmut holding you more firmly as Sam slipped his hand into your bikini as well, poking his fingers at your entrance before pushing them in.
His fingers were even thicker and longer than Bucky's, just by a slight margin yet enough to make you mewl and arch your back as your eyes fluttered shut.
"Fuck, yeah, you were right," Sam breathed, and you felt more hands running over your body but you couldn't even tell anymore whose they were; you knew one that reached to pull up your bikini top and expose your breasts was Helmut's, because only he would be so bold, but the fingers teasing your nipples, the rough palm running up your legs… they could've belonged to anyone, and that realization made your clit throb.
"Okay, okay, that's enough. I was here first," Bucky mumbled as you felt Sam's fingers slip out and the metal ones push back in— not to mention the thumb reaching up to circle your clit slowly.
He wasn't just exploring you this time; you could tell he had a mission. The way he instantly curled into your spot, the way he moved quickly yet deliberately, all made your thighs begin to quiver.
Helmut kissed your ear, gently tilting your head to access your neck better where he began to suck hard enough to leave a mark, mumbling something in Sokovian about how good you were being for him and his guests.
You loved being good, and the praise made your hips lift a little so you could rock yourself onto Bucky's fingers; the three men chuckled proudly.
"Feels that good?" Bucky pressed, and you nodded quickly.
He fingered you even faster, harder, and you cried out.
"Ohhh fuck, Bucky!" you gasped. "Bucky, I'm gonna come!"
"Oh no, you're not," Helmut groaned, giving you a quick spank on the inner thigh as you whined and jolted. "James, take your fingers out."
"Do I have to?"
"You do if you want a chance to fill her with more than just your fingers…"
That worked right away, Bucky pulling back as you pouted at being empty again.
“Let’s take her inside, and we can continue this there,” Helmut suggested, and Bucky lifted you up into his arms as the Baron led the group back to the master suite.
The convenient thing about bathing suits is that it takes so little time to get naked, which is why the second the patio door was shut, Bucky and Sam were stripping as their hard cocks bobbed up against their stomachs. As if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Helmut stepped away for a moment (which left you feeling more alone than usual) just as the men began to help you strip; Sam untied the back of your bikini while Bucky knelt and pulled down the bottoms, leaving you feeling exposed as you were totally bare before them. Bucky smiled up at you and kissed along your thighs while Sam grabbed a handful of your ass and growled a bit under his breath.
When you looked over at Helmut, you saw he had actually dressed in his robe rather than stripping, nearly making you whine with disappointment. But you couldn’t focus on that long as hands moved all over your skin, both of them still just slightly wet from the pool, and you shivered for both of those reasons.
You gasped when Bucky suddenly licked a thick stripe right over your folds, and if it weren’t for Sam’s arms holding you up, you might not have been able to stay standing.
Looking down at where Bucky was devouring you, he looked back up at you with a lot less dominating intensity in his eyes than you were used to seeing. Not that you minded; after all, no one could do what Helmut did as well as he could, but maybe Bucky could do something different, and it would be just as enjoyable. His tongue lapping at your clit was certainly wonderful so far.
Sam guided one of your hands back behind you to stroke his cock, your mouth falling slack, which he took advantage of by turning your face and capturing you in an open-mouthed kiss. You heard your moans stifle against his tongue, felt his cock flex a bit as you smeared the precum you found at his tip.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Helmut interrupted, and everyone turned to look at him. “Darling, come here,” he instructed with a curled finger that pointed to the bed, “hands and knees.”
You nodded and pushed the other men away, taking your place on the bed and looking up at him as he held your jaw gently.
"How long has it been since you had another man inside you, lutka?" he asked lowly.
"I can't even remember,” you admitted, “it's been so long…"
“Are you willing to try it?” he asked gently, no hint of domination or pressure in his tone, and you found yourself searching his eyes for the right answer.
“What do you want?” you asked him instead of answering.
“Draga, I’m asking what you want,” he reminded you, but you were afraid he would be hurt if you showed interest in the other men. Sure, previous evidence indicated that wasn’t an issue for him, but your gut instinct was to deny your attraction. So, you compromised.
“All I want is you,” you answered first, “but…”
“But?”
“But is it awful if… if I want them to fuck me, too?”
He smiled, kissing your forehead. “No, I don’t think so. Only as awful as it is that I want to watch them fuck you.”
You looked up at him and smiled back, brimming with gratitude that he was so gentle with you. It was fascinating how he wielded complete control over you and yet never used it against you.
“I have one rule, draga,” he added firmly, “you cannot come for them. You only come for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And stay on your hands and knees, so I can always get a good look at you, yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
He kissed you one more time before pulling away and sitting back in the chair in the corner with his ankle over his knee, looking at Sam and Bucky expectantly. Every chair he sat in seemed to look like a throne as soon as he was in it.
“Well, get on with it, then,” he instructed, motioning to you. The men looked at you and looked at each other before some kind of silent agreement took place and Bucky stepped up first. Sam sat down to watch you as you felt Bucky stand near the bed behind you, flesh and metal fingers running over your back until you shivered.
Then he pressed his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness, and that made you shiver, too.
You braced yourself as he lined himself up, whimpering slightly as he pushed his cock into you as well as hearing him moan lowly. The hand at your waist tightened as he hissed in a breath through his teeth.
"Fuck," he breathed, holding you still so he could fill you completely. “S’tight…” he slurred.
“How does it feel for you?” Helmut asked you, raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, your mouth fallen slack, yet your brow furrowed.
“It feels… different,” you stammered your answer. You gasped loudly as Bucky started to move, and yes, this was very different. His cock was curved differently and though it didn’t exactly reach any new parts of you (you were sure Helmut had already touched every part of you physically accessible), it did stroke them in new ways.
He gained speed rather quickly, clearly too on edge himself to stay patient, and you didn’t blame him although it sent you moving faster toward the edge than you would’ve liked. At first you wondered if it would even be a challenge to keep from coming like Helmut had demanded… you chided yourself internally for ever being so hubristic.
His legs pushed yours apart, spreading them wider, and he began to really fuck you in earnest, fast and needy and each slam of his hips against your ass harder than ever. “O-oh fuck,” you choked, forcing your eyes shut and scrunching up your nose for a second when he slammed the tip of his cock right into the deepest spots inside you. This position left you with nowhere to go, put your whole body on display for him along with giving you no escape from his onslaught of pleasure. Worst of all was that you were pretty sure he wasn’t even trying that hard to make you feel good, and yet feeling used like that only turned you on more.
"Bucky, please, slow down," you whimpered.
"Absolutely do not do that," Helmut interjected sternly. "Don't let her tell you what to do."
And, possibly just to spite you, he actually fucked you faster. You sobbed and bit down on your lip, fighting everything building up inside you.
“You’d better not come,” Helmut warned through his teeth, “you’d better not fucking come. You know how bad it would be for you if you came for another man.”
“Y-yes, sir,” you nodded.
But Bucky was slamming right into your spot, and he knew it, too. He knew how desperate you were becoming, and apparently, he didn’t mind at all that you’d be punished for it. He leaned down to growl against your ear, “I know how close you are. Don’t you think it’d feel so good to just let go and come on my cock?”
You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as the force it took to hold back your orgasm became painful. “No, it would only feel good to come for Helmut…”
“C’mon baby, just stop fighting it and come for me,” Bucky taunted, “squeeze me tight with that sweet little pussy; I know you need to so bad.”
He wasn’t wrong, but you blinked with teary eyes up at Helmut and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud of you. “Please, m-make him stop,” you begged, “I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”
“He’s not going to stop until he comes, lutka, and you need to stay strong,” he explained, his voice soothing you slightly. “You need to be my good girl. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir,” you whispered.
Bucky held your hips tight as he pulled your body back onto his cock, and you forced your eyes shut to try to focus on not coming. No other man had made you come in your life but Helmut, and you had no intentions of breaking that streak.
“Think you can make me come before I make you come?” Bucky challenged.
“I have to,” you answered breathlessly. “And I want you to come… I wanna make you come so bad, Bucky, please…”
“Mhmm?” he encouraged.
“Please, I want it, please come for me,” you whimpered.
“Fuck, I will,” he promised darkly, fucking you even harder.
Helmut interjected a brief instruction: “Pull out.”
Bucky nodded a little, breathing heavily as you felt his cock throb slightly, especially at the base where each movement stretched you out even more. It was so beautifully erotic and you were tensing every muscle inside you to try not to come, which helped speed him up quite a bit since you were gripping him so tight.
“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, “fuck!”
He pulled out and instantly painted your back with a roar, sliding his cock over your ass as he pumped stream after stream of come onto you. You sighed happily, satisfied that you had managed to stave off orgasm with perhaps only a few seconds to spare— you’d never been so happy to make someone come before because this time it brought relief that you had done well for your Baron.
Then again, you always felt that way when you made the man himself come, but this was different because you had been moments away from failing him.
Speaking of the Baron, he stared down at you proudly the whole time, kneeling down slightly to swipe his finger through the cooling spend on your back and bring it to your open lips. “Mm, you really are my perfect little girl,” he mumbled as you sucked his finger diligently. But he turned his attention away from you to call out across the room, “Sam! It’s your turn.”
Your eyes went wide. “W-wait, Helmut, I’ll come!”
“No, you won’t,” he hissed, eyes darkening again, “because I told you not to.”
And Sam was already behind you, taking Bucky’s place who had already cleaned himself up a bit and returned to his seat, letting the Baron pour him a drink which he gulped down in one go.
When Sam pushed into the end of you, your natural instinct was to arch your back up to try to keep him from going too deep, but he growled and pushed your back down again with a strong hand that made you feel so small for a moment. “No, baby, no running away… you’re gonna take it all.”
“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, yelping a little when he roughly shoved in that last inch.
From then on, he went much harder on you than Bucky had, spanking you and gripping your ass while he fucked you, and the most embarrassing part was how much harder it made it to keep from coming. It was clear that he realized making you come would give him power over everyone else in the room for different reasons, and he was determined to gain that power.
“Does he fuck you this good, huh?” he groaned.
“He fucks me better,” you shot back right away, making Helmut chuckle slightly.
“If your plan is to make her switch allegiances, you’ll have to do better than that,” Helmut taunted, and Sam doubled his efforts as one hand pinched your clit and the other groped your breast. You almost lost it right there but managed to pull yourself together, your whole body shaking with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay.
“Well, if he can fuck you better then why doesn’t he?” Sam continued his leading questions, even though you could barely keep up a conversation at this point. “Why does he keep pimping you out to us if he’s fucking you right all on his own?”
“Don’t you understand?” you breathed, your head falling down onto the bed as you were almost able to look back enough to see his face. “This is my punishment. He knows I don’t want anyone else; that’s why you’re here.”
Sam smiled, perhaps in pity, and yet you honestly had to close your eyes because his smile was so lovely that it could’ve brought an end to your restraint. “Poor thing, he’s really got you whipped. I… still can’t believe I’m doing this, but you feel too good to stop now.”
He yanked your head back by your hair for emphasis, making you yelp as he fucked you brutally. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the sheets, and you had to close your eyes because the way Helmut was staring at you made this all much too difficult. Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem jealous at all, or angry; but he didn’t seem like he was getting any excess pleasure out of this, either. It was… almost neutral, but something burned behind his eyes brighter than maybe you’d ever seen it, his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced as he waited for you to either hold or break.
With the top half of your body fallen limply onto the bed, you reached out above your head and felt Helmut’s hand grab yours, squeezing slightly, and it helped keep you grounded as you held his fingers.
“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Sam groaned out his warning, “gonna cover this pretty ass in my come, you want that?”
“Yes, please,” you shuddered.
“Keep begging for it,” he demanded, rushing his words as you felt his cock start to throb against your walls with his impending orgasm.
“Please come, please come, please come on me, Sam, please,” you chanted, over and over, struggling not to come and hoping that if you could speed him up, then you could make it.
He grunted through his teeth as hot ropes of seed covered your ass; though your body was left wanting, dangling on the edge so close to your release, your mind was satisfied that you had managed to follow your Baron’s rules.
Sam stepped back to admire his work, finding another spare robe to cover himself with as he rejoined the other men across the room.
“Would you like a drink as well?” Helmut offered to Sam, unfortunately letting go of your hand in the process. Sam was still catching his breath, running his hands over his short hair as if he was processing everything.
“No, but are those cigars up for grabs?” Sam replied, pointing to the ornate box propped open, and Helmut nodded.
“Of course; what’s mine is yours,” he answered, presenting the box and lighter to him.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Sam added flatly, the three of them all looking at where you were sitting, covered in come and waiting patiently for your next command.
Just as you feared they’d all have their cigars and whiskey and ignore you completely, your Baron knelt down to look at you face-to-face, smiling proudly.
“You did so good for me, darling,” he cooed, and your insides clenched as if you could come just from hearing that. “You don't think I'm horribly cruel, do you?"
"No, sir," you smiled weakly.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised with a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stepped away to the master bathroom.
You glanced at the other men— Bucky with his crystal glass of whiskey, Sam puffing at the cigar stoically— and wondered what, if anything, you could possibly say.
“So, how’s your weekend been so far?” Sam asked you plainly, breaking the silence.
“It’s only Friday night,” you realized, sighing as you tried not to imagine how much debauchery the Baron had in store for you. Right now you were so exhausted that it sounded like too much work; and you were so desperate only for Helmut that the idea of anybody else being involved intimidated you.
Helmut returned quickly with a washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed and placing it gently on your back.
“As pretty as you look covered in come, I’d rather not make too much of a mess,” Helmut explained as he wiped you down with the damp cloth, your skin tingling and your body crying out for more of his touch.
“Will you fuck me, sir?” you mumbled, somewhere between an honest question and a desperate plea.
“Yes, I will,” he answered, making you hum happily, “and I’m finally going to let you come.”
You bit down on your lip, trying not to moan just from hearing that.
“But I’m not going to let you stop.”
The lump in your throat was impossible to swallow, but you tried anyway as he tossed the rag away and circled the bed, standing behind where you were laying limply. He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to where he needed you, covering your body with his as he kissed the back of your neck slowly.
“I bet you’ll come the moment I’m inside you, draga,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement, gasping a bit as you felt his cock teasing your swollen, sore pussy. Just the tip bumping into your clit was enough to make you think you could come right there, you’d been on the edge so long.
But then he pushed into you in one stroke, not rough yet enough to reignite the soreness of being filled by two men already, and your walls started to pulse around him. A million words swirled in your mind, words about how perfect he felt and how you’d missed him so much and how no one could fuck you like he could, but none of them made it to your mouth where you could only moan loudly.
He wrapped his arms around you, he kissed everywhere he could reach, and waves of pleasure washed over you until tears filled your eyes. You lost count immediately, coming on his cock over and over as you became a limp, whimpering mess right away.
“You two really did miss out,” Helmut taunted the other men between his own moans, “it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her when she comes. She gets tighter every time… blyat, so tight I can hardly control myself.”
It was already hot to hear him speak to you like that in these moments, but for him to speak to someone else, to keep you from forgetting that you weren’t alone and that these men had just fucked you and were watching you come right now? You hadn’t even imagined before what that would be like.
“Please, please, sir, please,” you chanted, your voice breaking until you could barely whisper.
“What is it that you want, lutka? Do you even know what you’re begging for anymore?”
“I want whatever you want, sir, please,” you cried. He reached around your body to rub your throbbing clit, and you all but screamed.
“I know you do, beautiful, I know,” he breathed, kissing your back and shoulder tenderly to calm you. “I love you so much, draga, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love you too, Helmut,” you whispered, “more than anything. I love being yours.”
“Aw,” you heard Bucky briefly sigh.
“Dude, shut up,” Sam corrected him harshly.
“It’s sweet!” Bucky defended.
“It’s weird; this is all so weird,” Sam frowned.
“You didn’t seem to mind before…” Bucky trailed off.
Two of Helmut’s fingers swiped over your open lips and you immediately sucked them into your mouth with a satisfied hum, the taste of his skin always comforting you. When he rolled you onto your side, it was so much easier for him to touch you wherever he wanted and it only did more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure until you worried you couldn’t take much more. But you kept sucking his fingers, tears still falling which he occasionally kissed away, until he took his hand away to wrap around your neck instead. You nodded a little to let him know it was okay to choke you, and your loud moans fell to sudden silence when he tightened his grip.
It made your eyes roll back, it made your walls flutter and your toes start to go numb, it made you wonder if you were going to pass out whether or not he let you breathe again because your body was already ready to give in.
You sucked in a gasp when he let go, sobbing his name as a particularly deep thrust knocked you right into your peak again. He kept one hand on your neck as the other reached between your legs to play with your abused pussy as he fucked it harder than ever.
“I can’t come anymore,” you assured, shaking your head and trying to push his hand away from your sore clit. “I— I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, draga, I know you can. Just relax and let me keep making you feel good,” he instructed, somehow both gentle and demanding all at once.
“I… I can’t…” you breathed, nearly incomprehensible between thick sobs, but you were already coming again in spite of your words, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body from the inside out. He choked you out into silence again, praising you all the way through it.
“There you go, shh, it’s all right,” he soothed, “you’re so beautiful, darling, so good for me, just keep going…”
You reached back to lace your fingers into his hair and tug, which did nothing to deter him from kissing your neck just beneath where his thumb gripped it, same as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist didn’t stop him from quickly rubbing your clit.
Breath filled your lungs when he let go, and you were so desperate for relief that you felt like you weren’t even in control of your words anymore.
"Please come inside me," you begged mindlessly, "please, I need you so bad, please…"
“Is that what you need?” he groaned. “You need to be full of my seed?”
“Yes, please, want it deep in me— fuck, Helmut, please!”
He growled and bit your ear lightly, mumbling his promise to fill you up in Sokovian— sometimes you thought he spoke Sokovian when he was about to come because he was so distracted that he forgot English, but you didn’t think that at the moment because you were currently too cockdrunk to think about anything.
His low moan echoed right through your body as you felt his cock flex and throb with each pump of come, just as deep as you’d wanted, and you sighed happily at the familiar feeling, finally relaxing into the mattress.
But perhaps you relaxed a little too soon because he made you come one more time after he’d filled you, whispering something about he wanted to use your pussy to milk every drop from his cock, but after that finally he pulled out, and you collapsed face-down onto the bed, ready to pass out even though the sun was only just beginning to set and you’d slept until noon earlier.
“Well, I think we sufficiently knocked her out,” Sam chuckled.
“‘We’?” Helmut repeated, sounding a bit offended yet bemused as he redressed.
“Okay fine, you did most of the heavy lifting, but only cause you wouldn’t let her come for us,” Sam relented with a frown.
“I swear, I was this close to getting her to break,” Bucky interjected, sighing before taking another slow sip of his (third) drink.
“Yeah, what would’ve happened if one of us made her come, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud. “She seemed pretty worried about whatever punishment you had in store for her.”
“Nothing too terrible,” Helmut shrugged, “I just would’ve fucked her in the ass.”
Bucky choked on his whiskey as Sam tried and failed to suppress a smirk.
“She lets you do that?!” Bucky blurted out between fits of coughing.
“She lets me do whatever I want,” Helmut replied, “I’m surprised that hasn’t become abundantly clear to you by now.”
“I guess we’re still adjusting to it, that’s all,” Sam explained. “I don’t know about you,” he looked at Bucky, “but this is new for me.”
“I was born in 1917; everything is new for me,” Bucky frowned.
“Well, this is new for us too,” Helmut assured, “especially her, she was so inexperienced when she met me…”
He paused for a moment to reminisce before glancing at you lying prone on the bed and looked totally fucked-out.
“But look at her now!” he finished. “She takes it all in stride.”
“Yeah, she’s a trooper alright,” Sam agreed. “Be careful with her, Zemo, ‘cause I think if you hurt her too bad, Bucky here is gonna be waiting in the wings to steal her.”
“I— what?!” Bucky snorted defensively.
“Don’t think we can’t see you giving her googly eyes, not that I blame you or anything… getting deepthroated for the first time will definitely make you catch feelings,” Sam smirked before taking a puff of the cigar again.
“It’s not like that, I’m just… listen, I guess I’m just a bit more conventional than you perverts,” he frowned. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I just can’t imagine having a girl like that all to myself and letting anybody else lay a finger on her.”
“Not everyone is as insecure as you, James,” Helmut shrugged. “Women can’t be stolen. They can only go where they want to. And she wants to be with me.”
He turned back to ask you if you agreed, but you were already fast asleep. Smiling slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and unfolded it to drape over you; you instinctively cuddled up under it without waking up, letting out a quiet sigh.
“Goodnight, draga,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead. “Rest well, you’ll need it for the morning.”
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Make Your Mark On Me
Summary: 'if you stepped through that threshold, the comfort of friendship would be something not so easily retrieved again.'
Pairing: Sam Wilson x agent!reader
Warnings: friends-to-lovers, angst, Explicit sexual content, Oral (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, size kink, Sam has shmeat.
Word Count: 2.8k
Authors Note: Words cannot describe what this man does to me. Sam Wilson, sir, thank you for your service. And thank you @sweeterthanthis for all her help and support✨🖤
The crystal chandelier bounced iridescent sparkles through the bustling ballroom, shimmers of glimmering light twirling around as if you were in a kaleidoscope. You scanned the area, careful to not make your presence known. You were meant to blend in -- to fade away into the background. It was a job you had done easily for years.
You were never meant to leave your desk. Infact, when you had agreed to take the job as the Avenger’s personal technical analyst in the first place, your only request was to never see any real action. You were more than happy to stay put, in the ears of your colleagues rather than actually holding the gun.
Your job was safe, predictable, routine.
That was until Sam Wilson came crashing into your life.
The mission, for anyone qualified, would have been easy. Dress up, play pretend, hack into a terrorist database…
Okay, that part you could do with your eyes blindfolded. Though, that wasn't the point.
“Don’t suppose you know who I’m supposed to be looking out for?” You spoke under your breath into the small comm snug in your ear. You stumbled for a moment, the heels Nat made you wear proving to be less than ‘easy-peasy’ as she so casually put it.
“Big guy in the corner.” Sam echoed in your ear. “And may I just say, you are looking gorgeous tonight.”
You rolled your eyes, as if he was standing right beside you and not somewhere blended into the crowded room.
“We’re working, Wilson. Besides, I know you're out there charming the pants off of some model.” You retorted, the remark intended to make him laugh but he only scoffed, as if the idea wounded him.
“Babygirl, you think so little of me. I’d much rather take your pants off.” Sam’s words were smooth, well rehearsed and at this point, expected.
It’s the way it had always been between you two. Of course, you’d never let anything come of the innocent banter, except the occasional burning cheeks and lingering touches. Sam was your best friend, and that was how it was always going to be.
Besides, Sam Wilson could, and had on many nights, pulled any woman he set his sights on. You weren't about to be added to the ever growing list of women that hobbled out of his bedroom at three in the morning.
“Well, jokes on you. I’m not wearing any.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for the awful retort, a smile pulled across your lips at the melodic sound of your friends' laugh.
“Grab a drink, gorgeous. Loosen up for me.” He cooed, his tone playful as you swiped a champagne flute off a passing waiter. “The office you want to get to is upstairs. Last door on your left. You can meet me around back when you’ve secured the file.”
You nodded your head, bringing the glass to your lips and letting the liquid quell your nerves. You could do this.
Easy in and out.
Carefully you made your way through the crowded room, hyper aware of your surroundings as you quietly slipped through the masses. You smiled politely at a group of men who let you through, though it didn't go unnoticed how one of the strangers lingered their hands on your hips a little too long as you slid by.
“Don’t be nervous. I got you.” Sam’s words caught you off guard, the earnest in them causing you to fumble with your retort.
“You watching me, Wilson?” You mumbled, making your way up the stairs and towards your mission. It was almost over.
“Told you before we left, I’m not letting you out of my sights.” Sam chuckled softly, adding, “I got eyes everywhere baby. Your ass in that dress, by the way-”
“Watch it Sam.” You warned, but you couldn't help the smile that formed on your mouth, his words warming your cheeks. Because with Sam it never felt like objectification. With Sam there was always so much kindness behind his words, you almost took it for honesty.
Which, of course, it couldn't be.
“Okay, I’m at the door. How do I-”
“Is the little lady lost?” A deep gruff voice startled you as you spun on your heel only to come face to face with the same handsy stranger.
You cleared your throat, shaking your head quickly and trying to steady your voice. “N-no, sir. Just looking for the washroom.” You answered a little too quickly. There was radio silence on Sam’s end, and that made you a little nervous.
“Sir? I like the sound of that. Why don’t I escort you, and you can come up with a way to replay my kindness when we get there?” He toyed with the idea, his words crass as he gripped your forearm.
“Uh- no thank you. I can find my own way.” You stuttered, suddenly aware of how alone you truly were in this dark hallway with him.
“It wasn't a question.” He snarled, pulling you against him but before your body could even collide with his, he was on the floor.
You opened your eyes, a very worried Sam standing where the stranger once was. His eyes scanned you for a moment before he realized how startled you truly were.
“Did he touch you?” He spoke, and though he meant well, his tone came out dark. It was a side of Sam you very seldom saw, and now, watching his jaw click back and forth into place, you couldn't help but shiver. The stranger was lucky he only knocked him out.
“Only here,” You rubbed your arm where he had grabbed you and instantly Sam pulled you against his body, his hands running small circles in your back. “I’m fine, Sam. Really.”
Sam chuckled softly, pulling himself out of his rage and back to you. “Course’ you are. That’s my girl. Now let’s finish this thing and get you home.”
After you hacked into the computer database and retrieved the file your team needed, you and Sam slipped into the small black car. The ride home was one filled with silence and though it was usually comfortable with your friend, this time was anything but.
“He really didn't hurt me.” You finally spoke, trying and failing to reassure the nervous man.
“I know, but-” He began, but you squeezed his hand, the touch shutting him up instantly. If only it was always that easy. You chuckled softly at the thought.
“Baby, you had my back. Just like you said you would.” You bolstered, your eyes fleeting from his only for a moment as they landed on his lips. You mentally shook your head, averting your gaze to his lap, which wasn't really much better.
This strange warmth that began pooling in your stomach coaxed you into an unease you couldn't shake until you got back to the compound. Sam walked you to your room, resting on the door frame as you shuffled in, your eyes trained on the floor.
There was something different brewing between Sam and you tonight.
Something you had buried deep down and seldom let out. Maybe for fear of rejection, but deep down you knew he would always let you down easy. So perhaps it was the notion that, if you stepped through that threshold, the comfort of friendship would be something not so easily retrieved again.
“Why haven't you just kissed me?” The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. They seemed to slap Sam across the face, halting him in his place.
“Excuse me?” He managed to speak, words caught in his throat.
“I- I just mean… You look at me the same way you look at them. Hell, I’ve seen you pull the same lines on me you use on them. So why haven't you-”
“You want that?” He questioned. Now facing him, you could see a glimmer in his eyes you could only place as mischievous.
You worried on your bottom lip taking in Sam’s muscular form. It wasn't as if you hadn't noticed how incredibly beautiful he was before, but someone you had downed your attraction under a list of excuses. But now, in the dim lighting of your bedroom with the years of built up tension sizzling around you, you couldn't think of a single one.
“I just think I’d like to know what it’s like. At least for the night.” You spoke in sincerity, padding across the room towards him. You could tell he was bewildered by your sudden confidence, and to be fair, so were you. You could blame it on the champagne or maybe the bodycon dress Nat had squeezed you into, but you knew it was just Sam.
“Baby girl, if you cross this line, there’s no going back.” He warned, a false seriousness in his words. But there was honestly there, and you knew it, too. There would be no back peddling, but there was something in the way your hands were shaking; body vibrating with the notion of Sam close to you that had you wondering if you even cared.
“Show me.” You couldn't help the smirk that pulled at your lips when Sam sucked in a breath, his eyes never leaving yours.
You expected him to buckle. Turn away and walk out of the room, desperate to hold onto whatever reminisce of a friendship you still had. But he surprised you as he closed the distance, one hand sliding onto your waist and pulling you flush against his chest and the other cupping your jaw.
His thump traced your bottom lip, coaxing a soft gasp to spill from your throat.
Sam smiled softly at your reaction, his tongue flicking out to dampen his lips and -
You could have passed out right there. All the air in your lungs dissipated the moment his soft lips touched yours. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him in, craving more, urging him on.
You could feel his smile in the kiss as you moaned, completely lost in the way his hands roamed your form. He was intoxicating, the heat of his body mixed with the warm smell of vanilla and nicotine incinerating any worry that had been floating in your head. You could only feel him - and the mattress as you fell backwards onto the bed.
Sam’s fingers found the bottom of your dress, dipping underneath the fabric as he pulled it up around your ass. His lips left yours, only to connect with the column of your throat, teeth gracing your jaw as you breathed him in.
The tension in the room changed suddenly when he caged you down onto the bed, his forehead resting on yours as you caught your breath.
“If you want me to stop-”
“Stay, please.” You gasped out, his eyes meeting yours and seeing the same desperation mirroring back.
“Fuck.” Sam growled out, eye rolling back in his head as you watched any hesitation melt away.
You were on your back moments later, his lips on your thighs and he held your knees apart. His mouth on your clothed cunt, tongue lapping against the wet fabric as he stretched it and with a snap, he tore it away. You gasped arching your back as if to soften the blow as he caught your clit in his mouth.
“Stay put, gorgeous.” He hummed against your sloppy folds, his nose rubbing against your clit as he devoured you; tongue puncturing your dripping hole as he drank you in.
You slapped your hand over your mouth, not at all eager to be added to the list of screamers Sam had come home with, but it was easier said than done. And by the way he was eating you out, it was only a matter of time before you were a whimpering mess.
“Don’t hold back those beautiful sounds.” Sam encouraged, a finger curling inside you, pulling at your walls as you choked on a moan, eyes rolling back in your head when he found your throbbing clit again. With only a few more twirls of his tongue, you were pouring out onto him, your first orgasm ripping through your body as he ate up every last drop.
“Fuck. You taste so sweet, babygirl.” Sam gasped, wiping your come from his lips as he flipped you over, instructing you to get on your knees and hold the headboard. “Gunna’ fuck this pussy so good. Gunna’ ruin you, gorgeous. Want you remembering that you asked for this.”
You could only whine in response, most of your will fucked away by his skilled tongue. But you had no idea what was to come. Sam lined himself up with you then, stroking his warm head in your slick folds as he began so rip you open with his cock.
You were no one near a virgin, but you probably could have fooled Sam as he coaxed himself further into you. On instinct, you arched your back away from him, terrified of his size as he began to slide deeper and deeper -
Sam grabbed you by your waist, holding you still as the tip of his thick cock kissed the deepest parts of you. “Nuh-uh, you're gonna’ take every last inch, baby girl. I know you can. Be my good little thing.”
You bit back a scream, letting go as you sunk back down onto his cock. You knew for a fact that you wouldn't be sitting comfortably tomorrow. Or for the next few days…
Before you could beg, Sam bucked his hips against you, pulling a gargled sob to vibrate from your chest as he fucked into you. There wasn’t any possible way he could get any deeper, but as he dug his fingers into your hips and speared you against his base, you swear he discovered a new part of you.
With one hand holding you steady and the other tangled in your hair, Sam made you his. You throbbed, pussy fluttering around his cock as he kept his brutal pace.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck.” Sam couldn't contain himself, a smile forming in his lips because he finally had you. Not only that, but he was balls deep, spanking your ass and coaxing screams from your beautiful lips. “Taking this cock so good.”
You didn't have the ability to answer him, gripping the headboard for dear life as you began to come undone for the second time tonight. And he knew, too; the cocky bastard.
“Thatt’a girl. Hold onto that for me. I know you’re close, but hold on .” Sam grunted against you, his large hands gripping your ass and watching your puckered hole glisen with your come. If he had it his way, he’d make another meal out of you, but he knew you were only moments from soaking his cock.
“I cant- oh- Sam!.” You screamed, your body betraying his demand. “Yes, yes…” You chanted the word, on the brink of complete destruction as your orgasm began to-
With a whine, he pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back and folding you in half. You gripped your knees, and gasped and he sank back down into you. With a few deep pumps you were right back where you were, whimpering and pleading with him to make you come.
“Just wanted to see your pretty face when you come apart.” Sam admitted, a crooked smile forming on his mocha lips and your swear, it was the sweetness of it that had you tumbling over the edge. He was just so beautiful, you couldn't hold back.
And just like that, the golden God between your legs turned you into a screamer. His name left your lips so many times, you swear it became your new religion. A prayer you only spoke for him.
“Where do you want it?” He suddenly sounded vulnerable, but then again, so were you. Cockdrunk and flushed from his assault. You lost yourself in his question until you noticed how hard he was gripping your thighs, holding back his orgasm as he shook, slowing his thrusts.
“Fill me up, Sam.” you pleaded, and just like that, he crumbled. A broken growl left his lips, one hand coming to wrap around your throat and hold you steady as you consciously make the effort to speaze your used cunt around him.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like that” A few sloppy thrusts later and he was painting your throbbing walls with his hot spend. The both of you shivered, panting against one another as you took in the mess you’d made. You had shattered everything platonic in a matter of minutes, and yet the goofy grin plastered on Sam’s lips was unyielding.
“You’re my best friend.” He grinned, still catching his breath. He stroked your face, tucking your damp hair behind your ear as he kissed your lips tenderly.
“I don’t want you like a best friend.” you puffed, framing his jaw in your hands as you took him in.
In this new light, Sam looked ethereal.
Like something otherworldly and for a moment, you knew that even if everything would change the moment you left the confines of your bedroom, Sam would always be yours. And that would always be enough.
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