#his blue eyed stare is so scary

[mithrun-house-of-kerensil]

last thing you see before he fucking GETS YOU

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi kabru #god i wish he had beautiful brown eyes #his blue eyed stare is so scary #I love him soooo much #my post #kabru

[froggibus]

Pankration - Wriothesley

Pairing: Wriothesley x gn! Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word Count: 900

Summary: Wriothesley is not impressed after you get hurt fighting in the Pankration Ring

CW: injury, reader gets stabbed, fighting, pre established relationship, soft! Wriothesley, mostly just fluffy hurt/comfort, probably some spoilers for 4.1

hello it is 230am and I just did the 4.1 quests for like ~4hrs and now I have major brain rot for this man. something about him just makes my little frog brain go feral. i haven’t finished the quest yet so apologies if something isn’t correct or if I misspelled something also not taking reqs rn but if yall have some ideas for this man i think i could take them

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The familiar sound of heavy boot steps echoes down the halls, reverberating into the infirmary. Sigewinne gives you a wide eyed look but the panic fails to register, drowned out by the pain.

You writhe on the bed, forcing yourself into a sitting position. Sigewinne stands at your side, fiddling with her fingers behind her back.

As soon as Wriothesley enters the room, you can see he’s disgruntled. Your boyfriend says nothing as he locks eyes with you, trodding towards the end of the bed.

“What happened?”

Sigewinne tries to pipe up first. “Y/n got injured fighting in the Pankration Ring.”

Wriothesley’s features soften for a moment as he looks at the Melusine. “Sigewinne, could you leave us for a moment?”

She bows her head and scurries out of the room, as if sensing the anger radiating off of him. You clench your jaw and try to keep your eyes on random objects in the room, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n.”

You don’t look at him, staring at an empty crate in the corner of the room.

“Y/n,” his tone is harsh.

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to make eye contact. Dark blue eyes look at you, partially in concern and partially in frustration. You shrink beneath his gaze.

“What were you thinking?” He sighs in exasperation, “the ring is for fighters. It’s for people who need a little extra stimulation in their lives—it’s not for people like you.”

You nod along with his words, shoulders slumping. Your stomach still aches from where you were grazed earlier in the day, all of your muscles serving as a sore reminder to your bitter loss.

You had just wanted to try it, just one time. You were put against another amateur fighter and you thought the fight would be easy enough. You were on the verge of winning, too. Another minute or so and the fight would have been yours.

And then your opponent slashed at you with a piece of scrap metal they’d welded to a ring and your chances of winning dropped to 0.

“I would have won,” you mumble bitterly. “I would have won if he hadn’t cheated.”

Wri’s eyes widen. “Cheated how?”

From the way his eyes darken, you almost regret mentioning it. “No weapons, no serious injuries, no killing. Those are the rules.”

“Yes.” He agrees.

You lift up the hem of your shirt and reveal the gauze around your waist. “He—he brought some sort of shank into the ring, and just as I was about to win…”

You don’t need to finish speaking for him to get the picture. Wriothesley sucks in a breath, shutting his eyes to gain his composure. He looks almost scary right now, his blue eyes almost black.

His tone is gentler now. “Do you remember who it was?”

You shake your head, “no, but I’m sure the promoter does.”

He considers this for a moment before excusing himself out of the room. You let yourself slump down into the bed, the pain growing worse as the medication Sigewinne gave you wears off. A few tears threaten to spill and your poor attempts to hold them back do nothing.

Wriothesley returns a few minutes later, a somber look on his face. “He’ll be dealt with,” he assures you, and leaves it at that.

You nod, worried that if you try to speak, the tears will come pouring out. You bite your lip to keep them back.

Wri settles on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“I-I—” You don’t manage to say anything before the tears burst out.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap, holding you against his chest. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, petting your head, “I’m so sorry.”

He keeps a secure grip on you, being extra careful not to apply too much pressure to where you were grazed. He rocks you in his arms in an attempt to soothe you, calming you down from your sudden outburst.

He keeps you in his lap even when Sigewinne comes back into the room. The nurse holds out a small white container for you to take.

“These will help with the pain, but you need to see me every day so I can change your bandages.”

You swallow and go to speak, but Wriothesley does it for you. “Thank you, Sigewinne. I’ll be taking y/n back with me now.”

The Melusine grants you a kind smile. “Feel better now.”

You swing your feet over the side of the bed and brace yourself to stand, but Wri has other plans for you. He scoops you up bridal style into his arms as if you weigh nothing.

“You—you don’t need to carry me.”

He scoffs, “and let you walk right now?”

You sigh. He has a point.

It’s not a long walk back to his office, but between the exhaustion of the day and the soothing feeling of his arms around you, you can’t help but drift off.

Wriothesley looks down at your sleeping form and smiles. He knew you wouldn’t be able to resist falling asleep if he carried you—he’s just glad that you didn’t notice it took twice as long to get back to his office as it normally does.

He lays you down in his bed and kisses your forehead. “Rest up, baby.”

#wriothesley #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley genshin #Genshin impact #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #fluff #genshin fluff

[frogchiro]

Creepy konig is absolute gold 🫣 he’d be so scary if you accidentally bump into him in the hallways too

I'm assuming this is about my quite recent thoughts about weird creepy König who keeps staring at you and overall ever since you got stationed as KorTac's new hacker something is just...off it seems.

You can't really put your finger on what exactly but you feel constantly on edge, like you should look over your shoulder all the time because something might just come and grab you. Or maybe it's about KorTac's colonel, König? The first time you met the man you were simply astounded by the sheer size of the man; broad, strong shoulders moving underneath his uniform, connecting to powerful arms which were crossed over and equally broad chest, and yet the most interesting feature about the huge man was the hood he wore over his head and his eyes...Maybe it was something about his eyes?

Maybe it was just the tiredness talking, maybe it was the angle or something, but when you looked up into the colonel's eyes they were...uncomfortable to look at. You felt terribly even thinking that but something about them seemed wrong, like they were just off. Two dark pits surrounded by black face paint and the black hood were staring right at you, the pupils almost immediately growing fat and taking over most of his dark blue eyes but they seemed to just be empty, like absolutely no emotion behind those glassy eyes. He kinda reminded you of those old, creepy, glass-eyed porcelain dolls, just sitting and staring into nothingness.

And bumping into him in the halls seemed like a utter nightmare at the point :(( Especially at night, where there was complete darkness outside the windows and the shitty hallway lights were flickering, some even completely giving up and just turning off, taking the comfort of light with them.

I imagine that it would be during a late night run to the kitchen for water and a snack, literally just a quick walk there and back to the safety of your room. It may sound embarrassing for a young woman in her early 20's to be scared to walk out of her room at night while literally being on a military base but you can't really help it! Not with the eerie feeling of someone always watching you and the mysterious shadow of a person standing right in front of your door from time to time.

Imagine going back to your room already when you suddenly lift your head and almost jump out your skin when your gaze meets Colonel König, or rather...whatever this is. He just stood there against the wall, back straight like an arrow, almost unnaturally so and his stare still insistent on looking right at you, not even acknowledging the quiet, polite salute and greeting from you. To be honest all you got was his head turning after you as you were speeding up your walk to get out of this awkward and frankly terrifying encounter.

Later that night when you were finally in the safety of your room you made sure to triple check if the lock is working and on before crawling into your comfy bed to try and fall asleep, after all there is a lot to do!

You could've sworn that you dreamt about the sound of heavy, booming footsteps right outside your door and the door handle rattling slightly.

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #hackergirl!reader #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig x reader

[quartztwst]

do yall ever see an art of azul and his eyes are like how blue eyed white people stare at you like it’s so fucking scary

i bet that’s how he looks like if you ever met him irl

do u guys think he is the reason why people sign his contracts

jamil and him

azul doesnt blink hc

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst

[d10nyx]

promise i'm working on content right now but here's a drabble because uhh... it came to me x

corrupt cop leon !! 18+ content

tw: non-con, lil mysogyny and filming. fem!reader

Leon thinks you're cute. Real cute. He'd happily take you out to dinner and treat you real nice if Irons wasn't working his ass to the bone. He barely has enough time to eat or sleep as of late, let alone take the time out of his day to take a pretty girl to a fancy dinner. Not that he could afford to on his payroll, even if he wanted to. City life sure wasn't cheap, something he had to learn the hard way.

He's not a scary cop, not on the surface. He can see the way you instantly relax as you see his face after he pulls up next to you. He's still all baby-faced and bright-eyed, his gaze shining as he looks over you.

"Late night for a pretty girl like you to be out," he had said, shooting you a disarming smile. He'd gotten you to talk for a while, nodding and acting all interested until he got your guard down enough. He didn't have to sweet talk you, but he was nice enough to at least try and get the girl compliant enough to go along with him.

Didn't last long, though. You really started to kick up a fuss as he got a little too touchy with you. All girls like you were so stuck-up. How many dates did a guy have to splurge on to get into some panties? What ever happened to a good old-fashioned backseat blowie? The Internet really fucking ruined women. They all thought they were 'too good' for a quick fuck. Like that'd stop him.

He has you pushed over the hood of his car in a few seconds flat. Cop training came in handy, made him real good at restraining the pretty girls he wanted to stick his dick into. Had you cuffed with his hand cupping your mouth before you could even think about screaming, fumbling with his belt for about 30 seconds before he's hiking your skirt up and tugging your panties to the side.

He thrusts into you with one quick snap of his hips, groaning loudly as your tight heat wraps around his cock. You're not really wet, but the warmth and snugness makes up for your lack of arousal. It makes his cock twitch as you cry out into his hand, the feeling of tears gathering against the skin as they trickle down your cheeks making him grin. He always loved it when they cried, made him feel like his cock was really doing some damage.

"Can you do me a favour, sweetheart?" He murmurs, pressing wet kisses down your neck as he thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your clit repeatedly. Still not enough to get you dripping for him. Jeez, you were a picky one, huh? He had a pretty cock, most girls at least had the decency to get wet after a while. You're lucky you're just his type, or he would've dumped you on the side of the road by now.

"See that light right there?" He breathes out after a beat, his free hand tapping the window right where his dashboard camera sits, recording his every move. He grins against your neck, pretty blues peeking through his lashes as he stares at the camera. "Look at it for me, baby. Wanna be able to watch your pretty face on video when I fill you up."

His words seem to make you panic a little, your cunt clenching around his dick as you start to sob, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe against his palm. You're drooling all over him, and he's starting to wish he decided to fuck that pretty throat of yours rather than your cunt, cause that's the only thing on you that seems to know how to get wet. Oh, well. He's too close now to bother pulling out.

It only takes him a few more thrusts before he spills his seed deep inside of you with a whimper, his eyes squeezing shut as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He pulls out a minute later, tucking himself back into his pants, leaving your trembling body bent over his patrol car. Takes him a moment to catch his breath, then he unlocks your cuffs and rubs your wrists - all sweet and gentle.

"Up you get, sweetheart." He pats your ass before helping you up, straightening out your skirt with a sweet smile on his face - like his cum wasn't dripping down the inside of your thighs. He pulls out a wad of cash, stuffing it down your top just to get an excuse to peek at the tits he never got around to touching.

"Money for a taxi, cutie. There's some really nasty men lurking around this time of night."

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you

[sorcerous-caress]

Faux Innocence | Halsin

[Smut, purity kink, slightly toxic Halsin, Durge reader, nb!reader]

Halsin has developed a false impression of who you are. Despite being a bhaalspawn, you were the picture of purity in his eyes and he let his urges to corrupt you take over.

If someone were to ask Halsin what true purity was, he'd merely point in your direction.

For how could anything else compare to you? How could the petals of a budding spring flower compete with you? Not even the sweet nectar of a honeysuckle rivals the sweetness of your innocence.

Is what he sincerely believed, constantly preached and defended with vigour against any conflicting view or opinion someone had of you.

He might have not gotten to know you much, but from what he has seen and through all the troubles you went through to help him and his grove, to help cure this land from its curse and save a child of nature, he has a solidified view about you.

A maniac? A murder? A bhaalspawn? Halsin will soon believe that the sun was blue rather than these blatant lies. You couldn't hurt a fly if you tried, you were the picture of a meek newborn deer in his eyes.

No matter how many times your companions attempted to tarnish his glass stained picture of you, it would never shatter.

Yet you accepted his advances, his proposition in broad daylight. Halsin was sure of one thing that day, and it's that you might have been even more naive than he thought you were, to allow a man you've barely known to bed you so easily.

It almost felt sinful of him to wait for you in the woods that night. His neglected cock throbbing and aching against his clothes, tip leaking pearly white droplets at the thought of your wide eyed stare and sweet smile when you finally arrived.

He was gentle, he really tried to be as gentle as he could. The most careful and delicate he has been in his entire lifetime, a stark contrast to his wild nature and usual intense sexual experiences.

Speaking slowly, softly. Allowing you space and asking you if you're sure multiple times in an almost condensing way. The man would coo at your endearing enthusiasm as he patted your head, amused by your innocence.

Your companions really don't know you at all huh? Spinning false tales of you allowing a priest of loviatar to whip and inflict pain on you so publicly, claiming you were flirting with the devil women after Wyll. They even had the audacity to imply that blood and gore turn you on!

These thoughts only make him chuckle, he has never heard anything so bizarre in his life before.

Halsin picks you up, you fit perfectly into his big arms. The urge to protect you, keep you in his embrace from this scary world that would devour you at the first sign of weakness. It's a miracle that someone as sweet and innocent as you managed to remain pure for so long.

As much as he wants to push you against the tree, he fears its bark might be too harsh for your delicate skin. He only wishes for your utmost comfort as he trails up your neck. Giving your forehead a tender peck before pressing his lips against yours, his tongue politely and wordlessly asking permission for your lips to part.

The kiss is slow, tender, and drives him crazy. He is using all of his self restraint, burying every depraved perverted instinct of his deep down being so careful not to tighten his grip around you.

You're like a fragile fledgling of a hummingbird that entrusted him with its delicate wings.

He asks permission before removing your clothes, swallowing down his saliva at the idea of finally seeing your naked body.

He interprets your casual nod as a sign of being embarrassed, what a timid shy thing you are. May Silvanus grant his soul mercy and give him strength for he is barely holding back. His cock painfully hard and left ignored for the sake of you.

The night is warm and calm, the perfect atmosphere to slowly strip you down. The moonlight illuminating your breathtaking figure as his large hands glide down your soft body.

You belong in a soft bed with featherly pillows, he thinks, covered in silk and veiled by white lace. Maybe even a nest of wool or cotton, as delicate and as precious as an egg, you deserved the same protection.

When he reached between your legs, his breath stopped for a second. Eyes drinking in your most intimate parts on display for him. How he longed to drink you up, swallow you like honey down his throat.

You deserve a hot wet mouth to grind into each night, both to wake you up in the early morning with his head between your legs, and to put you to sleep late at night with your thighs above his shoulders.

Before he realises it, his lips are already on you. Sucking and licking against your heat with the hunger of a dying man. You tasted like pure ambrosia and he was getting addicted.

Nothing could pull him away from you at that moment, no one could convince him to let go before you had your orgasm. How sweet your moans sounded as he drove his tongue further in, as he sucked and swallowed.

And when you held his hand, when you entangled your fingers with his instead of pulling on his hair, he almost came untouched. This simple innocent act of holding hands while he devoured you on his knees, while he shamelessly let his gluttony take charge, it drove him mad with lust.

That hand could never hold a knife or a dagger, he thought, there is no way these delicate fingers could handle a weapon. They were made to be held, to be kissed and to be pinned down.

The melody of your moans echoed through the night, getting louder as you approached release. Halsin felt a sense of pride when he saw the hints of tears at the corner of your eyes, what an intense experience his simple act must have been for someone as pure as you.

“Halsin…please” you breathlessly said, “I'm close, I'm…”

Your next words, asking his permission to cum, were his last straw.

For your orgasm never came. Halsin pulled his mouth away with a wet pop as his primal urges took over. Picking you up again and bending you against his chest, your legs over his shoulder as he kept you in the air.

“Please bear with me, I deeply apologise for this.” you felt something large prop your entrance, his eyes were glazed over.

He's an awful man, he thinks as he plunges his cock into your wet hole. He couldn't resist, he couldn't control himself, he couldn't not be greedy and selfish against your temptations.

The sudden intense change of position, the sudden insertion and the large cock pumping in and out of you with a trail of precum painting your walls, was more than enough to send you over the edge.

Your previous denied orgasm coming back twice as strong. Halsin kept fucking you through your release, pace never slowing down as you cried in pleasure and and your insides squeezed him fist tight.

Drool slipped from the corner of your lips, pleasure clouding your brain and making everything look hazy. Halsin lapped it up with the look of a hungry wolf about to devour its prey, kissing you again and pushing you down deeper onto his cock.

He wanted to ruin you, to steal your purity so it's his forever, to share his filthy fantasies with you until you're as much of a pervert as he is. To fuck each and every one of your holes, to fill you with his cum and bulge your stomach.

Apology after apology were whispered against your lips between each kiss, his brutal pace sending you into overwhelming sensitivity from your fresh orgasm. You could only hold on to his strong chest as you were used like a flashlight, fucked and made to cum so easily by the arch-druid.

The idea of keeping you on his cock forever stirs something dark inside him, to have you warming his cock each moment of the day. To stretch you out on it and bounce you slowly until you cum yourself to sleep, have you all pretty and ready on his lap to be fucked. He would protect you, he would treasure you and he would show you what's your true purpose.

Instead of having to worry about you each time you went out on these adventures, never taking him with you and coming back covered in blood courtesy to your careless companions no doubt. How could they let someone so meek and innocent even see the sight of blood?

You're crying his name, hugging him closer to you. Moving your hips as much as you can to match his pace. Even now you're indulging this selfish man's desires? Fucking yourself against him so he'd give you his cum faster? You really are a sweet thing aren't you. The most adorable person he has ever met.

He was never one to abuse his authority or power, but something tells him if you were a cute fresh druid in training in the grove, he would've made you his personal assistant since day one. Gave a million excuses and reasons on why it should be him to train you, to hold you and show you the proper positions to cast spells, to give you the permission to visit the arch-druid chambers any time.

But maybe even nature is too brutal for you. The sight of that bloodied brutalised squirrel just above the elevator still confuses him to this day, apparently animals can still be hostile whilst in a safe sanctuary like the grove. At least he fully assumed it was another animal that had taken its life.

And Halsin will make sure you never see that side of nature, only the most soft and cherry picked ascents. Have you tending to the flowers and caring for the baby bunnies. Maybe, feeding the kittens seems much more your style.

Your cries pull him out of his fantasy of what a different life with you could've been. There are tears going down your eyes from the intense pleasure and the most cute hiccups and pleads for him to please fill you with his cum, to please push his cock deeper in.

How could he ever say no? It would be criminal to deny you anything.

Halsin was already on edge for so long, it only takes a couple more kisses against your neck, a touch of your curious fingers against his pointy ears and he's spilling his seed inside you. Marking you with his cum and filling you the brim.

His cock pulses inside you as it empties itself, he keeps it plugging you and not allowing a single drop of his cum to escape.

Looking at your eyes, he wonders what you're thinking about in that pure mind of yours. Completely unaware to the depravity of gore inside, to your wandering thoughts about snapping his neck, to your dark urges for him to choke you with his large fists as he fucks you against the harshest tree.

No, instead he kisses your forehead. Smiling as sweat glistens on his skin, he keeps you on his lap.

#♡Halsin #♡smut #♡top Halsin #♡bottom reader #♡durge reader #halsin x reader #Halsin smut #smut #toxic relationship #durge reader #bg3 smut #nb!reader

[trashywormeateroffics]

the great war (bucky barnes x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: you get jealous and have a fight with bucky. inspired by the great war by taylor swift.

a/n: hey anon!!! sorry it took so long. i have no excuse. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!!! <333 also i am once again asking u to send me requests with marvel characters (natasha/bucky/loki) and taylor swift songs so i can write a one shot about it !!!! bye love u

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you don't know how it all happened. one second, everything was perfect. the next, you were acting like a crazy person and saying horrible and hurtful things. and now you're pretty sure you've officially lost him forever.

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it all started with her. agent carpenter. pretty, blue eyed blonde, flirty, perfect agent carpenter.

“alright everyone,” tony begins and the people in the meeting fall into silence. “as you all know, a new member is joining us on the avengers initiative.” they all nod, including you. “her name is samara carpenter and she was personally recruited by fury. which means she's very good at what she does.” the billionaire looks at steve and he nods, taking the lead.

“alright, i want you all to be nice and welcoming. especially you buck.” he says, making most of the people there snort. you look at him.

“what did i do now?” bucky asks, incredulous.

“nothing yet, but if you just stare at her and don't greet her like a normal person she'll leave this team as fast as she came.” sam tells him. the grumpy super soldier rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bird-brain.”

steve shakes his head in disapproval of the two bickering idiots but soon enough he's back on track with the presentation.

bucky's rough gaze scans the room until it falls on you. his eyes soften when he sees that you are already looking at him. you give him a soft and playful smile, which he returns.

after the meeting is done and everyone is dismissed, you head to your room.

not five seconds pass until someone knocks on the door. you smile, because you know who it is.

“come in!” you sing-song.

when he enters, you can't help but stare at him. you've been together for a year now but you still couldn't believe that he was yours. he was so beautiful, so funny, so kind, so dumb sometimes, just so… him. you loved him so much. yet you still hadn't said it. you were trying to take things slow, for both of your sakes.

“hey.” you tell him as he closes the door behind him. he has a look on his face which you recognize. something's bothering him.

“c'mere.” you pat the spot next to you on the bed.

he wastes no time in dropping himself unceremoniously on the mattress and letting out a sigh.

you begin to run your hands through his hair.

“d'you think i'm scary?” he asks with a pout adorning his beautiful pink lips. god, you want to kiss him so badly. so that's what you do. you peck his lips and then immediately shake your head with a smile.

“do you think that adorable pout could be scary?” he purses his lips to stop himself from smiling, but still, a small smile plays on his lips.

“y/n, i'm being serious.” he sighs. you do too.

“maybe to some people you could be. not to me though.”

“but when you first met me-”

“i was too busy thinking about how hot you were to worry about you being scary.” he laughs. god, how you love that sound. you would ridicule yourself to hear it. “is this about what steve and sam said?”

he shrugs.

“i just… hate that i'm so socially inadequate.”

you hand in his hair stops. he furrows his brows.

“bucky,” you begin, “we are a bunch of weirdos, all of us. there is not one person on this team who is socially adequate.”

“but at least the others can fake it, you can fake it.”

“you know what my favorite thing about you was when we first started to become friends?” you ask and he shakes his head. “that your face said it all. if you weren't in the mood for something, i could tell from a mile away, and in return, if something excited you, it would be contagious.” you caress his cheek and he leans into your touch. “and when i couldn't pretend, i always knew you were there to just sit in silence with me. no expectations to be socially acceptable.”

“i don't know how you do it.” he sighs. you frown.

“do what?”

“make every bad thing about me sound so… good.”

your frown deepens.

“hey.” you straddle him and grab his face in between both your hands. “you are perfect. just like you are. don't you dare change yourself.” you tell him firmly. then you purse your lips. “unless you totally want to for whatever reason and i would totally support you because-” you suddenly fall silent. he looks at you, expectant for you to finish your sentence. “because you know i'm here for you, no matter what.”

he smiles softly.

“i know, doll. me too, i'm always here for you no matter what.” you purse your lips to stop yourself from spilling your heart out of your mouth as you caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

“how about we watch a movie? you can pick.”

he pecks your lips and nods.

you spend what is left of the day watching movies and cuddling.

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two days after that meeting, she arrives. you're all hanging around the common kitchen when steve appears with someone trailing behind him.

“everyone, this is agent carpenter.”

“please, call me samara. or sammie even.”

“sammie, nice to meet you.” sam is the first one to greet her. “i'm sam wilson, but the coolest avenger is fine too.”

you shake your head and roll your eyes. then, you take a step forward, but before you can introduce yourself and welcome her to the team, you see her eyes flicking over to something right next to you. or someone. her eyes shine with curiosity and attraction.

“hi, nice to meet you.” she smirks. you swallow slowly.

bucky gives her a nod, but then he seems to remember what steve and sam told him and attempts to give her a smile.

“hi, i'm bucky.”

“bucky,” she repeats slowly, almost tasting the name in her mouth. she's about to say something else but before she can, you speak up.

“i'm y/n. welcome to the team.” you smile as honestly as you possibly can, but dread fills your stomach.

“hi!” she smiles at you. “you're so pretty, oh my god!”

you give her a tight smile.

“thank you.”

“of course!”

the rest of the team introduces themselves, even though she insists she already knows almost all of them and then you all go about your day.

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it had been a month since she arrived at the compound. you had seen her a few times, mostly during training. but you didn’t particularly go out of your way to talk to her. there was something you didn’t like. maybe it was your intuition, or maybe it was the fact that she did seem to go out of her way to talk to your boyfriend. and he did not seem upset by that, the opposite actually. he seemed to enjoy it.

you were not a jealous person, least of all with bucky. but something about her irked you. something about her made you doubt yourself and everything you believed in.

“i like her,” natasha says while she paints her nails, laying on her stomach on your bed.

wanda hums in agreement while she flips through the pages of a beauty magazine. you don’t say anything.

“what about you, y/n?”

“um, yeah.” you try to give them a convincing smile but based on the looks they give you, you do not succeed.

“okay, spill the tea.” wanda tells you. had she been learning internet lingo?

you sigh.

“i just- i don’t know.” you shake your head. “doesn’t something feel off to you?”

“not really.” wanda says as natasha narrows her eyes.

“you’re jealous.” she finally decrees.

“i’m not.” you respond defensively.

“you’re jealous that she seems to be getting along with barnes.”

“i-“ you begin your sentence with the intention of uttering a lie, but it dies right on your tongue. “i am. but i don’t want to be.” you confess.

“explain yourself.” she tells you in a tone that could sound commanding and harsh to someone else, but you know it’s filled with care. she’s your best friend, she would never hurt you on purpose. so is wanda, who looks at you with a knowing look you can’t seem to pinpoint the reason for.

“i just- i don’t know. he’s never like that with anyone. since when is he the type to joke around with someone?” you shake your head. “i’m an asshole, cause i should be happy for him. he’s putting himself out there. but i can’t. i’m jealous. so cliche.” you huff.

“you’re not an asshole. an asshole would make a whole scene, give him an ultimatum or something like that. you’re just expressing your feelings to your friends.”

“and, y/n, we all have those ugly feelings. they are human.” wanda tells you, softly. “you should talk to him about it.”

“what if he gets mad?”

“y/n, please. that man adores you, he could never get mad at you. least of all for this.”

maybe they’re right. maybe that’s the healthiest thing to do. and even as you agree with them, you know you will not talk to him about this. because he will realize that you’re right, and that there is so much more to the world than just… you.

\\\\

“come on! you just have to put it in the oven!”

you hear her before you see her. you weren’t expecting to see him though.

right there, almost as if mocking you, they stand. cooking together. he looks so comfortable around her.

they seem to be wrapped up in their own little bubble, so you clear your throat. immediately, they turn to look at you. he widens his eyes, almost looking guilty.

“james found me and i asked him to join me.” she explains, but you stop paying attention the moment she says his name. she called him james.

“james?” you narrow your eyes in question.

he seems to want to say something because he opens his mouth like a fish out of water but you leave mumbling an excuse about training with nat before he can utter a word.

back in your room, you fall to the floor and break down. you knew she was trouble the moment she walked in, but you weren’t expecting this to happen so soon.

heartbroken, you get up from where you’re sitting and head to your bathroom.

the girl in the mirror looks defeated, but you feel angry. if he didn't need you anymore, then you didn’t need him either.

\\\\

the days after that, you ignore him, always having an excuse at the tip of your tongue to not hang out with him. he doesn’t seem to care that much. until, you suppose, after three days, he begins caring.

“doll, can we talk?”

“hm?” you play dumb. you encountered each other in the common kitchen. that damned place, you hated it now, but you were hungry.

“i asked you if we can talk. you seem… distant.” his brows are furrowed. you only know that because you turned to look at him only for a second. other than that, your gaze doesn’t meet his. “come on, y/n, i know something’s wrong.”

you look at him and smile sarcastically.

“you do?”

“yes. please, let’s ta-“

“hey guys!” you roll your eyes at her voice.

“have fun you two!” you tell them, smiling venomously, only looking at him before you leave.

“is everything okay?” she asks.

“i’m sorry samara, i can’t talk right now.” you hear him say before you hear his footsteps getting closer to you in the hallway.

“y/n!” he calls out to you when you get into the elevator without looking behind you. before the doors can close, you see his metal arm get in between them. he gets in and they close. once they do, he hits the stop button. then, he turns to you. he frows when he sees the hate in your eyes. “y/n, what is going on?”

you scoff.

“fuck off, james.” you tell him, your voice full of venom. he widens his eyes in surprise before narrowing them.

“oh, so that’s it? you’re jealous and that’s why you’re avoiding me and acting crazy now?”

“i’m not jealous, but i’m not blind either.” you clench your jaw. “and don’t call me crazy.”

“you are blind if you think something’s going on with her.” he tells you. you roll your eyes and then tilt your head.

“when was the last time you let someone call you james? when was the last time you cooked with someone who was not steve?” he begins breathing heavily. you laugh and bite your lip incredulously. “i think you took the whole being friendly thing too serious.”

“i can't believe you right now.” he shakes his head. “you're angry because i'm not being an asshole to her?”

you scoff.

“oh, please, james.” he clenches his jaw.

“stop calling me that.”

“oh, so i can't call you that but she can?”

“you know that's not-”

“you know what? go ahead. let her call you james. fuck her in the middle of the common room for all i care. lets see how long she puts up with you.” you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth but its too late, a deep hurt covers his face. still, you can't stop. you're too hurt, too scared. too goddamn stupid. “you think she's going to console you while you have your nightmares?” you laugh venomously. “you think she's going to accept you, all of you?” as you keep talking, his expression turns from pained to angry. resentful even.

he turns to the panel control of the elevator and pushes the stop button so the elevator will move again.

“you know what?” he glances at you and you're almost taken aback by the distant look in his eyes. “maybe i'll fuck her. maybe i'll even date her too. she's probably not as desperate and clingy as you.”

“fuck you.” you spit out.

the doors open, he steps outside. before he leaves, he turns to look at you.

“yeah, you too.”

after the doors close again, you fall to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob. you never thought it would end like this.

\\\\

four days. four fucking, horrible, long days bucky has been gone from the compound. you try to ask steve about it, because you know he knows where he is, but he won't tell you. even though you two are close friends and he never got in the middle of a fight between you two– even though you two never fought– he seemed angry. at you. you didn't know if he knew the reason for the fight, but he knew you were in the wrong, that much you knew.

these days all you do is cry, sleep, eat and repeat. you're way past heartbroken, you're miserable, inconsolable. it's all your fault. this prison of sadness was your own making.

you miss him. god, you miss him. you wonder how he is. did he already fuck someone else? did he regret ever being with you?

you don't dare text or call him. you're too embarrassed. you acted like a crazy person, and said awful, horrific things. and you're pretty sure he'll never forgive you. but what will you do then? how will you build a life without him? oh god, you're crying again. great, just great, you think as you turn around in your bed. who were you without him?

\\\\

its the sixth day of his absence when you go talk to steve. you drag yourself from your bed, with your swollen and red rimmed eyes and knock on his door.

“y/n…” he tells you, pity dripping from his tone.

“hey…” you try to give him a fake smile, but as soon as the corners of your mouth move, they turn downwards into a frown, and you start crying. sobbing really. inconsolable sobs leave you as steve wraps you up in his arms.

“hey, hey, it's okay.”

“no, it's not! i hurt him! i don't know why i did it, but i did!” you sob.

“hey,” he pulls away from you a bit to look you in the eyes, “come in. come on, come on.” he tells you as you slowly make your way inside.

you sit down on the edge of his bed and he sits down next to you.

“steve, is he- is he okay?”

he looks at you. you know him, so you know that that look means he isn't.

“he's safe though.”

“i really messed up.”

“i know.”

“he told you?”

“he didn't need to. i saw it on camera. wanted to know why the elevator stopped working for a while.”

you put your head in your hands and begin sobbing again.

“oh my god.” you sob. “i-i'm so sorry you had to see that. i dont… i dont know what-” a hiccup escapes you. “i can't-” another hiccup. “oh god…” your shoulders shake as you sob into your hands.

“hey…” he draws comforting circles on your back, but nothing can comfort you. not when he's hurt and hates you and it's all your fault. “hey.”

“steve, how can i fix it? can i even-” hiccup, “can i even fix it?”

he looks at you with pity.

“i don't know, y/n. i think he's gonna need some time.”

“oh my god.” you say. steve had always rooted for you two, so if he's saying it can't be fixed it really means it can't. “i'm going to die.”

“you're not going to die.”

“i can't live without him. i can't.” you shake your head frantically. “please, just tell me where he is. i need to-”

“i dont think it's a good idea.” he tells you sympathetically.

“please,” you beg him, “please, i need to- if it ends…” more tears fall from your eyes. “it can't end like that. please. he deserves more than that.”

he looks at you, seemingly pondering what you're saying. you look at him the whole time, pleading. he sighs. he's going to tell you.

\\\\

you look at the old building that seems to be deteriorating with each passing second. you straighten down your clothes (steve insisted you get properly showered and dressed) and take a deep breath. he's staying at a safe house in brooklyn. of course. it was so predictable and so him, you almost decided to leave. maybe you should let it end how it ended. what if this time it was worse? but you didn't have the luxury to think like that. it was over, but you needed him to remember you as the good times you shared, not that damned last time.

you enter the building and go up the stairs to the seventh floor, since there is no elevator.

when you reach his door, a green one who looked like if you blew on it it would fall down, you freeze. what are you even supposed to say to him? hi, bucky, sorry i told you she wouldn't be able to put up with you, insinuating that you are hard to love, hope everythings okay between us! ugh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

you take another deep, slow breath, because you know otherwise he'll be able to hear you. then, you knock two times.

when the door opens he takes your breath away. this time not because he's gorgeous but because you're so scared that you fear you're going to pass out.

“what do you want?” he asks harshly. you feel tears prick your eyes but you blink them away.

“hear me out, please.”

“no, thank you.” he goes to close the door, but you swiftly get inside before he does. he slams the door behind him when he turns around to look at you, now inside the apartment, looking uncomfortable and out of place. “i told you i didn't want to hear you out.”

“just-”

“leave.”

“one second-”

“leave, y/n.”

“bucky-”

“oh, so now i'm bucky?” your lip wobbles.

“you're always bucky.”

“not last time we talked.”

“that's why i'm here.” he lifts his chin, looking at you with so much indifference you wonder if he ever looked at you with love in his eyes.

“i don't care to hear you explain yourself.” a tear escapes your eye. you dry it with your sleeve harshly. his face seems to soften for a second but then it goes back to its harshness.

“i'm not here- i'm not here to explain myself.” he looks at you.

“why are you here then?” you sigh.

“remember that time you took me to feed the ducks on that park?”

“yes. so?”

you smile softly as tears fall down your face.

“that was the time i told you i wanted to be your girlfriend. no one ever took me to such a silly date.” you chuckle softly. then you frown in pain looking at the floor now. he shifts his weight from one feet to the other, impatient.

“what's your point?”

“that's how i'd like you to remember me.”

“what?” you look at him. he's frowning.

“i know that the last time we talked i was… crazy. i just- i know theres no going back, but id like, for the sake of what we had, for you to not remember me like that.” you tell him. “because we were more than that.” the last word comes out broken to give way to a silent sob. you try to compose yourself. “I'm sorry. don't pay attention to that.” you give him a fake smile, which you know he can see right through.

“y/n-”

“okay, i'll leave. but… come back to the compound. i'll move out if you want me to, just, don't stay away from your friends just because of me.” you go to leave, walking past him, when he grabs your arm. when you turn around there are unshed tears in his eyes.

“i don't care about the compound. or about remembering you.” oh. you widen your eyes and heavy tears leave them.

“okay, i'm- i'm sorry for suggesting-”

“no.” you nod, understanding. “no, no.” he repeats. he grabs you by the shoulders and he crouches so he's eye level with you. “i don't want to have to remember you.”

you frown.

“but, bucky-”

“but i probably should.” he cuts you off.

“yeah,” you laugh humorlessly as you cry. “you should. i'm sorry. i never should've come here. i'm sorry.”

“stop saying sorry and explain to me what the hell happened.” you tilt your head.

“i… i got jealous.”

“that's it? that's why you hurt me?” he asks. you look down. this was it. he was giving you a chance. explain yourself like you never have before, you think to yourself.

“i never got why you were with me-”

“stop saying were. this could end today, but as of now, were still together.” you purse your lips. “hey, hey, its okay.” he says softly as he puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes the tears that begin falling again with his thumbs.

“im sorry-” he looks at you pointedly. you nod. “i just… i don't understand why you're with me. im not- im nothing like you.” you begin. he frowns. “you are kind and thoughtful and amazing and im- im not good like you.”

“what? y/n, you're the best person i know.”

“you can't still think that.” he looks at you honestly. he does? “see? you're so- and i'm so…”

“lets sit down.” he tells you and you both do, on the old couch thats near the window. he gestures for you to continue.

“i just- you'll never get it. and thank god you won't. but im not- im not a natural, you know? not like you, not like her.” you fidget with your hands. “you guys, the team, you like me because i'm fake. you wouldn't if you knew the real me. but i showed it to you pretty easily, i guess.” you laugh without a trace of humor. he frowns. then, he grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles. bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“y/n, i like- no, scratch that. i love you because i know you.” your face contorts in pain. you start crying heavily again. “hey, hey, come on baby, talk to me.”

“i just… she's so… perfect. for everyone, for you.”

“i don't want her, i want you.”

“you cant want me after what i said to you. i hurt you and i'll never forgive myself for that.”

“yes, you hurt me. but you were hurt too, i just didn't see it.”

“im so scared you'll wake up one day and realize there is so much more to the world than… me.” you sob and cover your face with your hands.

bucky pulls your hands away from you face and pulls you into his lap.

“listen to me.” he tells you firmly. “there is nothing more to the world than you. you are it for me, y/n. i love you.”

“bucky-” you hiccup. “i'm so sorry i said that about you. i promise you i just said it to you because i- i was lashing out. anyone would accept and love you, you are literally the most amazing-” hiccup, “person-” hiccup, “in the universe.”

he smiles softly at you and the unshed tears come back, but this time, he lets them fall.

“baby, listen to me. i love you. i'm not going anywhere.” you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “and i forgive you. i promise you i don't resent you. i know what it's like to lash out when you're hurt.”

“bucky-” you sob against his chest.

“shh, baby, its okay.” he soothes you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “it's okay, i got you.”

you take a shuddering breath and lift your head from his chest to look at him. you grab his face with both your hands.

“i promise you i'll never lash out again. im so sorry. i-” he gives you a pointed look. “i know. im not saying sorry anymore. sor-” you purse you lips and he lets out a laugh. then, he shakes his head incredulous and looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes you feel like you're going to pass out from all the love you feel for this man. “can i kiss you?” you ask him shyly.

“please.”

and so you do. the kiss is soft, vulnerable, you're telling him how sorry you are, how much you love him, and thats when you remember you didn't say it.

he whines when you pull away, something that makes you smile.

“bucky,”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you. so much i feel like i'm going to throw up.” he lets out a loud laugh.

“i love you more, doll.”

you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on that couch in that old apartment, not ready to go to the compound yet. but you do send a text to steve before turning off your phone to spend time with the love of your life. you almost lost him, but you didn't, and as you lay in that old mattress on the floor, while he makes love to you and whispers of words of adoration and devotion fill your ears, you vow to him one thing. you'll always be his.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #mcu x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Could you possibly write a request about Simon and Soap with Simon's daughter? Like a play date or something? Where the reader (mom) went out for a night out, and the guys are left to keep a little girl entertained? (Like age 5 or so?) It's okay if not. I really enjoy your work! Thanks.

Awe, this is cute! Thanks for this. I put a little twist on it, as I had this idea pop in my head. Hope you enjoy it! Xx

I'll Take the Big Blue One!

Synopsis: Yours and Simon's 5 year old daughter has a play date with her dad and uncle Johnny.

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, mentions of crying

"Are you sure the two of you will be okay with her?"

"Love, Johnny and I have got this. Go enjoy your night with Kate." Simon kissed your temple, and gave you a loving nudge toward the door. "I love you."

Tonight you and Laswell were going out to get a massage and grab dinner, Simon's way of treating you before his deployment in a few days.

Kaya, your daughter, had also been begging to have a "playdate" with her uncle Johnny, and daddy, so Simon thought this was the perfect opportunity.

You gave your husband a smile, mouthing a 'thank you', and took one last look at your daughter before heading out the door.

~

"I wanna do makeovers, Daddy!" Kaya whined, trying to give her dad the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

"Why don't we go outside, bug? It's nice out." Simon tried, as the last thing he wanted to do was play dress up. He was great at a lot of things, but faking enthusiasm for such things was not particularly his strong suit.

"I'd love a makeover , little lass!" Johnny went to scoop the little girl up in his arms, the action causing her to squeal in delight. "Come on, Simon, it'll be fun. If I'm doin it, you gotta do it too."

"C'mon, Daddy! C'mon, c'mon!" Kaya wiggled out of her uncle's arms and sped over to her dad jumping up and down. "Sit with uncle Johnny!"

Simon sighed in defeat, knowing that with both Johnny and his daughter begging him, there was no way he could say no.

He let Kaya drag him over to the couch, sat down beside his friend, and watched as his daughter pulled out a little tote full of child safe makeup, tiaras and sashes.

"Okay so daddy is the purple princess, and uncle Johnny is the pink princess!" Kaya exclaimed as she rummaged through her little makeup set.

Johnny and Simon exchanged glances, and the two's facial expressions couldn't have been more different. Johnny was elated. For some reason, he found this wildly entertaining, while Simon was trying his best to look intrigued.

Kaya walked up to her dad with purple eyeshadow, smeared all over her fingers, and proceeded to rub the product all over Simon's eyelids, doing the best she could to keep it in one spot. She pulled away to inspect her work and giggled softly while giving Simon a kiss on his nose. "Looks good, Papa!"

Johnny had to bite his lip to prevent the laugh that was threatening to escape his lips. To see his lieutenant, a big scary masked man, getting a makeover by a 5 year old, was insanely amusing to the Scot.

"Okay, Uncle Johnny, it's your turn!" Johnny couldn't help the smile that formed as the little girl waddled toward him, her fingers now purple and pink from the eyeshadow residue.

He stayed as still as he could as he felt her little fingers moving all around his eyes, and looked down to see the little girl staring at him in concentration.

"Looking good, Johnny." Simon chuckled as he took a look at his friend, with dark pinkish purple eyeshadow smeared all over his eyelids, reaching up to his eyebrows.

"Not so bad yourself, L.T."

"Okay now tiaras!" Kaya squealed as she ran back to her box, pulling out two, very large, very bejeweled tiaras.

Deciding to just go along with it, Simon swallowed his pride, and exclaimed, "I'll take the big blue one!"

Kaya's eyed lit up at her father's enthusiasm, and she immediately ran to him. Simon crouched down on the floor, so that she could reach the top of his head.

After being at the mercy of a 5 year old for nearly 45 minutes, both Simon and Johnny were completely dolled up.

Simon had purple eyeshadow all over his eyes, bright pink blush with light shimmery purple lip gloss, a big blue diamond plastic tiara with a matching sash- while Johnny had purplish pink eyeshadow, brown blush, a dark red lip gloss, with an emerald green tiara.

"So pretty!" Kaya cooed as she stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Think we should take a picture to remember this moment with?" Johnny looked to Simon with a shit eating grin, only to be met with a death stare. "Glare at me all you want, nobody's gonna take you seriously, looking like that."

"Picture, picture!" Kaya squealed, running to grab Johnny's phone, which was held out to her.

"Bloody hell." Simon muttered under his breath.

~

When Simon was putting his daughter to bed later that night, she tugged on his arm as he sat at the edge of her bed.

"Papa?" She asked.

"What's up love bug?"

"I love you, I'm glad you’re my daddy." She gave him a warm smile and nuzzled herself into the stuffed bear Simon gave her before one of his deployments.

"I love you too, kid." Simon kissed her head softly before turning out her light.

He felt tears pooling in his eyes as he looked back at his little girl, and shook his head slightly to compose himself. It was moments like these that made it so hard for him to leave on deployments.

~

Making his way back downstairs, he found Johnny staring at himself in the powder room mirror.

"Thinking of keeping the new look?" Simon joked, leaning against the door frame.

"I don't know. I think I can pull it off." Johnny turned to him and winked. "She's a good kid you got there."

Simon smiled to himself, nodded his head to Johnny. "Yeah, yeah she is."

"Real question is. How the hell do we get this stuff off?" Soap asked as he tried to wipe away the makeup with his hands.

"I think the missus uses water?" Simon shrugged.

~

"I'm home!" They could hear your voice from the entrance way, as the two of them hurried to try to remove the makeup residue from their faces. They'd been at the kitchen sink for nearly 20 minutes, washing their faces repeatedly. "Boys?"

You walked into the kitchen and were met with a sight that had you nearly doubling over with laughter.

Both men had makeup smeared all over their faces. It was clear they had tried to scrub it off, as red marks littered their skin.

"Well I'll be. Look at my handsome guys." You stifled a giggle with your hand, as you went to the powder room to grab your makeup removing wipes. "Water won't do a darn thing. That stuff is a bitch to get off, let me help."

You walked up to Simon, not hiding the smile that was spreading across your face. He matched your smile and kissed your cheek.

You pushed him back softly as you gently wiped away the makeup on his face. "Err. Some of the eyeshadow may stain a bit. It should come off completely in a few days."

Simon's smile dropped at this, and Soap let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh we are in for it with the boys, aren't we."

"Johnny."

"Yeah, L.T?"

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll bloody kill you."

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A/N: I literally couldn't get the idea out of my head of soap and Ghost letting a little girl give them a makeover😭😭😭😭😭

#cod imagine #simon riley imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #ghost imagine #ghostsoap #ghost cod #mw2 x reader

[rosewaterandivy]

the verbal thing comes and goes

Summary: eddie's first study(ing) date with an appearance from hawkins own lothario.

Warnings: eddie’s senior year 2.0, no Upside Down, scary smart debate team captain reader, NHS president and tutor nancy wheeler, ap music theory nerd and general nuisance robin buckley, pretentiousness alert - you have been warned!

W.C.: 1973

Eddie’s early, for once in his life.

He stands on the Wheeler’s doorstep worrying the strap of his backpack with his thumb. It’s Thursday, and he’s nearly done with his second read-through of Notes from the Underground. Turns out, reading Russian literature and annotating it at the same time is a bit of a commitment. So much so, that scribbling in his Hellfire notebook has fallen by the wayside.

He has highlighters now (yes, plural); who the fuck does he think he is?!

A guy who wants to stay in the same English class as you, that’s who.

Which brings us to his earlier than usual arrival for the study group.

He pushes the doorbell and hears the chimes clang from inside the house. There’s a bit of grime on his cuticles, he’d been fucking with an oil change for the van a few hours ago. Luckily, there’s not a smear of brackish fluid left on the pristine white button.

Mike loafs to the door and opens it with his usual fanfare, which is to say, none.

“What’re you doing here?”

“You mean at your house? Where your sister is? Who’s in my group for this English project?”

Each rhetorical question brings Eddie incrementally closer to Mike and inside the house, who backs away slowly, dead eyed stare and all.

“Psh, get outta my face twerp.” Eddie says, ruffling Mike’s stupidly long hair.

The door shuts behind him and Mike inclines his head toward the stairs, “Think they’re waiting on Buckley, you can head on up.”

Mr. Wheeler grunts in agreement from his lay-z-boy recliner in the living room.

Briefly, he wonders if he should take off his shoes. There’s a pile by the door and carpeted stairs, even Mike is wandering around in socks. And Eddie doesn’t want to be rude, or responsible for whatever mud he’s probably tracking in.

After toeing off his Reeboks, he takes the stairs two at a time and follows the sound of voices down the hall.

It’s an idyllic scene.

Namely, that Nancy has one of the most certifiably girly rooms Eddie has ever had the misfortune to see. But also, that you’re seemingly dressed in pajamas which consist of men’s plaid boxers, socks scrunched around your ankles, and an oversized t-shirt with a warped Tweety Bird face plastered on it. Your hair is up and off your shoulders, tied back with an obnoxiously bright scrunchie, and your face is freshly scrubbed.

It looks like a sleepover, if the legends are true, but neither you nor Nance are currently jumping on her bed and hitting each other in slow motion with pillows, a dusting of goose feathers filling the air.

“Hey Munson,” you greet, patting the spot next to you, “Take a load off.”

Well, shit, he’s certainly got a load alright.

He slings his bag to the floor and leans back against the foot of Nancy’s bed, taking a seat next to you.

“Didn’t realize this would be an all nighter Wheeler.”

Nancy glances up from her notes at your soft laugh. But before she can reply, there’s a clatter from below and Mike bellowing something about food.

“Oh, Rob must be here,” she says with a smile. “She said she was bringing pizzas or something.”

The three of you make your way down to the kitchen, where Robin has been cornered by Mrs. Wheeler. Her blue eyes are wide as she clutches the edge of the pizza boxes, nodding along politely with whatever Nancy’s mom is going on about.

“Oh Bucks,” Eddie says, swooping in to take a box before she can crush it, “For me? You shouldn’t have!”

Robin looks relieved, mouths thank you from where she’d been stopped by the counter. She’s just come from her job at Family Video and is still wearing the stupid vest to prove it. It’s got cheesy buttons like ask me about our newest releases! and Eddie has half a mind to do so.

That is before Steve Harrington comes swanning into the room with a few cans of soda. He stops short, surprised with Eddie’s presence at the Wheeler’s kitchen table. But then you trot in the room, lost in conversation with Nance and he sees Steve’s eyes blow wide as a blush warms his cheeks.

He’s looking at you because of course he is. The universe can’t seem to cut Eddie a break without throwing King Steve a bone(r).

It’d be comical if it wasn’t so typically teenage tragic.

For Eddie, that is.

“Oh, uh, h-hi,” Steve stammers in greeting, “I just grabbed whatever since I didn’t know what you’d like.”

It’s all Eddie can do not to roll his eyes.

Buckley had mentioned Steve not having as much swagger with the ladies as of late, but damn, Eddie didn’t think he’d have to witness it.

Still, it’s not as though he feels sorry for the guy.

Not when you give Steve a smile in thanks, but nudge Eddie’s shoulder with your hip.

“Outta my spot Munson.”

The contact of your thinly veiled hip against his jacket has got him spinning. If he wasn’t wearing the damned thing, he could’ve felt the warmth from your skin. He grunts and shoves over, sticking to monosyllables until he can get himself together.

Mrs. Wheeler eyes him briefly before stepping out of the room, a lingering glance that says watch yourself as she settles in the living room.

Seated around the table, various hands grab for slices of pizza that land in greasy splotches on paper plates. Robin is talking a mile a minute about someone who returned Fast Times stopped at a very pivotal point in the film.

Steve rolls his eyes and pops the tab of his soda. Leaving Eddie to beg Mike’s earlier question:

“What’re you doin’ here?”

This said between bites of pizza, stringy cheese decorating his lips. Spying his predicament, you toss a paper towel at his face and continue listening to Robin’s tales of Family Video.

“Could ask you the same,” Steve replies with a measured tone.

“English project.” Eddie pauses to take a swig of Mountain Dew, “Now you, Harrington.”

“Rob doesn’t drive, so I dropped her off.”

“Dropping off implies leaving, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He’s adopted a curt tone, as if he’s offended by Eddie’s rationale. So he decides to drop it for now.

And sure enough, Steve eventually does leave. Right after hauling in Robin’s overstuffed backpack and trumpet.

Eddie notices how Steve’s eyes linger on you, flitting to and fro, and tries to tamp down the roil of jealousy in his gut.

It’s only once the group is back upstairs and working on the project, the door minduflly cracked open at Mrs. Wheeler’s behest, that he feels himself relax. After all, he can’t dedicate too much of his time to feeling like a possessive meathead with Nancy delegating.

Currently, you’re all huddled over your novels and passing around copies of notes on each text. Nancy’s are neat and tidy, Robin’s are a downright mess, but yours are something else. Color-coded with a key in the upper right-hand corner of the page, not a smear of ink to be found. It’s like the Holy Grail of notes.

They also smell faintly of your perfume.

Eddie’s notes aren’t as batshit as Robin’s, but there are plenty of sketches to be found in the margins. He hopes they’re acceptable, he’s never really willingly taken notes over a book before. Much less, painstakingly copied three sets of said notes for distribution.

He’s more familiar with a different type of distribution.

Speaking of which:

“Shit, I gotta go.”

He hastily packs his bag while Nancy lists off his task for the project. You’ll see each other in class, obviously, but there won’t be another study session until next week. NHS is rolling out their individual tutorials, and she’s got stuff for the school paper. Debate team meets weekly for practice in addition to their class, you’ve got to start prep for research on a few topics. Robin has band shit and life shit, as she calls it, so everyone is pretty much swamped until then.

Even Eddie, with his tutoring from Nancy and Hellfire meetings and Corroded Coffin practices and shows. And, apparently, there’s another meeting with Mrs. Meloy next week to see how he’s “adjusting.”

He says his goodbyes quickly and dashes down the stairs, surprised to hear the sound of you behind him. He turns, tugging on his shoes, inquiring, “Nance forget to tell me something?”

You smile with a shake of your head, “Nah, just thought I’d see you off.”

“Ah, yeah. Prime time for creeps, good lookin’ out.”

He gets a laugh out of you, which lights something in his chest with a dull warm glow. Shouldering his backpack, he makes way for you to open the door and follows you onto the porch.

The last of the summer sun eeks across the sky leaving bands of creamsicle orange and pink behind. You glance up, exposing the delicate tendons of your neck, the elegant slope of it. And it’s all he can do not to press his lips to the sweat gathering in the hollow of your throat.

Eddie clears his throat instead and stands there awkwardly as you enjoy the summer evening. The air is humid, and a dampness permeates the otherwise pleasant moment. You sigh softly, having taken your fill of the sky for now, and turn your gaze to him.

He feels like an ant under a magnifying glass might, not used to the attention and fearful of what’s to come.

“I expected you would’ve called by now,” you say casually, with a fond pull of your lips, “But you’re just full of surprises Munson.”

He scuffs the toe of his sneaker against the pavement and shyly glances down. He notices the weight of his bag now, the sweat beginning to bead along his skin. It’s uncomfortable and his van is within sight, he’s so close and yet so far.

All because you’re staring at him, attempting to have a conversation with the guy who said he doesn’t read much and yet had some of the finest penmanship and annotations you’d ever seen littered all across your copy of Dune.

He’s surprising and you like surprises well enough, but Eddie is becoming more and more of a mystery to you which is somehow even more appealing.

Of course, he knows none of this.

All he knows is that a pretty girl in a Tweety Bird shirt and boxers is looking at him with a secret smile on her face, and he feels like he’s hurtling toward oblivion or humiliation.

“Maybe I lost the note?”

Lies. It’s squirreled away in his most prized possession, a battered copy of Tolkein’s Fellowship of the Ring.

“How tragic,” you tease, “If only we had been taught to memorize things like phone numbers and addresses.”

“Yeah, that would be something.”

You laugh, “Oh, wait. Lucky for you I have it right here.” You tap your temple with a manicured nail, and pull a face as if you’re about to snarl but your eyes are bright and teasing.

“Look,” Eddie says, a laugh falling from his lips, “Maybe I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

“Oh really,” you drawl, arms snaking across your chest. “When a pretty, smart girl gives you her number and offers up her time and expertise, you, Eddie Munson, think twice?”

“Generally, from past experience, yes.”

You kiss your teeth and let out a soft tsk. “Well, don’t.”

“Think?”

The smile you give him could launch a thousand ships.

“About this? Not even once.”

And with that, you turn on your heel and walk back into the Wheeler’s house leaving him dazed and more than a little confused.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #fic: ibciyd #eddie munson fluff

[bellgraves]

SMUT

Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader with König as special guest

Guys I wrote something because I was naughty all year and I will continue to be naughty in New Year 🤭🤭🤭

(I headcanon König to be blonde, sorry if canon is different but he is this big, blonde,austrian man to me)

(Sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my first language and I still learn it!)

NSFW (MINORS DNI!!)

This is filthy erotic yall!! You have been warned 😉

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You, Graves and König were on the last floor in KorTac headquarters. Shadow Company just finished their mission for KorTac, all of the mercenaries were requested to come and take their payment. König was promised to get paid from both Shadow Company and KorTac. His performance in this mission was outstanding. But König wanted something else. Since he saw you on the field, he couldn't get you out of his head.

'I don't want money.' said König.

'What do you want then?' Graves was getting annoyed.

'I want to watch. Your pretty Shadow'. König looked at you.

Graves rolled his eyes in disbelief and laughed.

'You're one perverted bastard. How about I give you other girl. Roze? Or Mila?'

'No. You will give me her.' König pointed at you.

'She is mine.' Graves came closer to you instinctively trying to hide you with his body.

'I want my prize. You will let me watch or else...' König stood up and came closer to you two.

'Easy Colonel. No need for threaths.' Graves looked at König with smug smile.

'I'm a businessman. We will make a deal here. You will give me, half of your payment from KorTac and I will let you watch my little Shadow. How about that?'

'I agree. I think she is even worth much more'. König still looked at you.

'Commander...I never did something like this before..' you felt embarassed.

'Honey,listen to me. I won't let him do something to you without your consent alright? We will have some fun and that's it. That mission was one hell of a ride. All of us need some release.' Graves caressed your cheek.

Just before you wanted to answer that you actually don't agree to do any of that, König did something unexpected. He took off his helmet and sniper hood covering his face. You looked at blue eyed, dark blonde haired man with strong jaw. He was very handsome. He was different than Graves. More rough looking but not scary at all.

'Look at that! You decided to show yourself! You see my dear? König must really trust you.' Graves turned to you again, trying to comfort you.

'You're beautiful woman...I just want to watch you. Nothing more. You don't need to be afraid of me. I don't hurt pretty, little things like you' König smiled at you.

You looked at your Commander. Graves was so handsome in his Shadow gear,with his blue eyes and scar on the cheek, then you looked at taller König also blue eyed but more muscular. Both looked at you with desire. Both so manly and strong. Both of them having visible bulge in their cargos. You felt something jumped in your tummy. You swollowed your saliva and cleared your throat.

'Okay I will do it. But I want you both to keep it confidential.' You finally decided.

'Baby, what happens in the shadows stays in the shadows' Graves looked very pleased with your answer.

'One more thing. No touching eachother. She is still only mine to command.' Graves looked at König.

'Just watching.' König replied visibly amused.

Both of men sit comfortably on the couch while you sat infront of them on the carpet on the floor. You slowly undressed yourself from your own shadow gear, staying only in panties and bra.

Graves gave you encouraging smile and nodded, while König was just staring at you.

You unclipped your bra and throw it to their feet, then you took off your panties. For your suprise they were already soaked.

'Damn... So wet for us already' murmured Graves.

König just narrowed his eyebrows looking more intense at you now.

You started to play with your clit. One hand massaging your entrance and the other slowly pinching your nipples.

You focused on two handsome men watching you and that gave you, some boost of confidence and hotness.

You pushed inside one finger then two of them. You tried to find the spongy spot inside you, but you couldn't really reach it. You felt great pleasure, your juices falling and fingers making wet noises inside your pussy but you couldn't cum yet.

You started to moan and tried to work your fingers faster. König understood you without any words. He suddenly got up from his place and came closer to you.

'I said no touching' warned Graves.

But König sat behind you,making you lean your back on his chest. He then spreaded your legs futher from behind, making you stop touching yourself and you let out a whine.

'Commander Graves. Your little Shadow needs help. Could you come here to assist her?' König asked with his soft, german accent.

Graves didn't have to be asked twice. He shooted himself like a rocket towards you, literally buring his face between your legs. You were spreaded beautifuly, and he just started to larp, lick and suck your clit.

You moaned and throwed your head to the back, leaning more into König's chest.

Graves inserted two fingers into your hole, without stopping licking your puffy clit. His fingers were longer than yours, so he didn't have a problem to find the sensitive, spongy spot inside of you.

'There you are.' Graves groaned and curled his fingers more, making you squirm and reward him with more juices falling from you.

'Commander....commander...please...' you were panting and whining, feeling that the knot in your tummy is going to get released soon. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Graves didn't stop thrust his fingers into you, in the same time with his other hand he was making circles on your clit. He gave you few more licks with his hot tongue before you squirted on his face.

'Fuck, damn baby..' Graves rised his head a little to look at you with proud smile. Drops of your release was sticked to his chin and lips, making him look like he just got out from swimming pool.

'How does she taste like?' König lustful asked, almost whispering.

'Like a fucking heaven.' Graves gave you small soothing kisses on your tummy. Then he took off his gear jacket, shirt but he kept his cargos.

You were lying there all trembling from the orgasm that he just gave you. But that was just the beginning.

König leaned more into you and grabbed you by your thights, raising your ass up and exposing you more to Graves.

'Tell me how the other hole tastes.'

You spasmed a little at König's words.

'Commander...no please...is too much...' you tried to beg.

'Come here.' Graves squeezed you hard by your ass cheeks and slowly massaged with his thumb your twitching asshole. He inserted his tongue there giving you a solid lick. He started to circled it with his tongue putting it in and out, making you whine and mewl.

Some juice fell from your pussy. Graves collected it on his fingers and smeared it on your thights.

'That ass tastes sweet just like her heavenly pussy. Try it Colonel.'

König leaned into you and licked your tight.

'Fuck... You're indeed sweet girl.' König had to control himself to not just push Graves away and dive into your pussy. But he gave a word, so he sat behind you again.

He handfully grabbed your tits and squeezed them making your nipples pop out around his fingers.

'Commander, these looks like aching... Little Shadow probably wants you to take care of them too.'

Graves chuckled darkly and wrapped his mouth around your nipples and started to suck them. First left one, then the right one, at the same time taking out his cock from his cargos.

Graves turned you around making you kneel with your ass up. Your face was almost between König's legs.

'Now is time for some more fun.' Graves pumped his cock few times, spitted on your pussy, his hips thrusted forward, entering you with slight strech. You moaned at the feeling of fullness inside you.

His cock was pushing in and out of you hitting the perfect spot inside of you. His thrusts became faster, making you arch your back.

The sight of your bouncing tits and Graves fucking you from behind was too much for König. He unbuckled his belt and showed off his big, throbbing cock.

He started to fist it just few inches infront of your face.

'Damn, you're so tight doll' Graves groaned.

'Did you have her before?' König asked without stopping pumping his cock.

'Sure I did have her. But I can't get enough of her'. Graves smacked your ass.

König's cock was leaking a precum, he didn't break eye contact with you and having Graves making you lose your mind from pleasure, you reached out your hand to touch him.

König gently slapped away your hand.

'Shhh... No touching Liebling. We don't want to upset your Commander.'

He exchanged wicked smiles with Graves who noded with appreciation.

'I don't want to upset anyone...' You panted trying to catch breath.

'Scheiße.. You're so lucky Graves... to have little, obiedent doll like her.'

'Fuck... Sie ist wunderschön' Graves groaned and thrusted himself more into you.

'Ja... wunderschön...' König whispered.

Even that your brain was foggy, you understood that they're complementing you. Somewhere in back of your mind, you wanted to ask Graves where did he learned german, but all you could do is just let out a moan after a moan.

'I'm..gonna cum....' you whined

'That's it baby, cum for me and cum for Colonel'. Graves didn't stop his speed by rutting into you. With one hand he was squeezing your asscheek and with the other one he was making circles on your clit.

'Commander...Graves....Phillip....' you cried out from pleasure.

Your cunny clenched around his dick, giving you orgasmic release. Wet sounds of Graves cock and your pussy echoed throughout the room.

'Fuck baby' Graves movements became sloppier and with one hard push, he came into your pussy, painting your walls white.

He turned your head by your neck and gave you kiss.

You fell into the floor from exctasy, just when König was finishing himself. He was stroking his cock so fast and shooted load of his cum into your tits. He was panting, trying to catch a breath just like you.

König and Graves looked at beautiful mess that they have made. They high five eachother above your head.

Graves was pussydrunk and very pleased how this night has unfolded.

'Give her a kiss Colonel. She deserved it'.

König came closer to your face, slowly wipping your sweat from your forehead with his fingers. He gave you gentle kiss on your lips.

'Good job little Shadow.' König's eyes still shined with lust. He corrected his pants and put his sniper hood.

'I'll go for money. I have the bag in my car' König left the room.

Meanwhile Graves helped you to get cleaned and dress up.

'You did so well honey. We did have some fun didn't we?' He asked and continued to put you together. You were still little dizzy, but you came back to your senses.

'You made me feel amazing..thank you Phillip.' you smiled at him.

'You're perfect sugar, I'm not giving you to anyone. ' Graves caressed your cheek.

After few longer minutes, König came back to the room carrying black, sports bag. He opened the zipper. It was full of money. Probably few millions was there.

Graves reached hand to take the bag from König but he just passed him and left it under your feet.

'This belongs to her. Watching her, gave me a lot of pleasure tonight.' König smiled under his hood.

Graves looked suprised. Just before he wanted to say something, he got a phone call from Majka - KorTac leader of Strazar unit. König used this moment to break off his dog tags from his neck and hide it into your pocket.

'Don't forget me. I hope to see you again Liebling' he whispered.

You blushed hard. Did he actually liked you??

Graves didn't see or hear any of this. He finished his phone call and shook König's hand.

'Pleasure doing business with ya. If you ever want to work for Shadow Company, you're very welcomed here'.

'I will consider this.' König said and left the room giving you one last look. Graves turned to you.

'So this is how you want make money now huh?'

'What do you mean?! It was all your idea! I did this all for you!' you said with shock.

'Here in Shadow Company everybody respects Commander which is me.' Graves came closer to you and squeezed your arm.

'When I ask something you will answer with "yup yup" . Get it?'

You couldn't hold out and you laughed at him.

'I'm not one of your boys. I will not yup yuping at you. This is stupid.' You shaked your head.

'Stupid?! I will teach you some manners then.'

Graves in a second manhandled you and throwed you into the couch. Without any warning he pulled out his throbbing cock and shoved it into your mouth.

He started to fuck your mouth, making you gag. Drool was falling from your lips.

'When I ask....somethin... You answer with...??' Graves continued to thrust himself futher into your throat.

'Mphm...mhpmm....' You couldn't answer, your mouth and throat full of his cock so Graves grabbed you by the hair and pulled out his cock for a moment.

'You answer with??' Graves looked at your drool and tears falling from your eyes.

'Yup..yup..' you cried.

'That's my girl!! Such a quick learner! Now let's continue our manners lesson, shall we?' Graves thrusted back his cock into your mouth, making you whine.

You didn't know that in KorTac building there was cameras everywhere. Unfortunately they were hacked by SpecGru.

'KorTac is a full blown brothel. That's what they are.' said Ghost with disgusted voice watching everything on the monitor screen.

'But she's kinda cute. Don't you think Lt?' asked Soap with blush on his cheeks.

Ghost looked at Soap.

'Do you think, what I think Johnny?'

'Aye let's play with this little Shadow too Lt' said Soap with smile.

Lovelies, I'm sorry, I know this is so bad, but I hope I made you giggle just a little 🤭

@candy616 🩷🩷

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[mariaxxxxx]

Boy, I want your attention. (Bucky BarnesxReader!)

Summary: A meeting with the blue-eyed brunette takes you into an obsessive state where your only goal is to have his attention.

Warnings: 18+female masturbation, stalking, toxic, obsessive relationship, mention of psychological transport.

A/N:I've always read fanfics where Bucky was obsessed with the reader. Driven by curiosity, I wrote a version where the reader is obsessed with Bucky.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

You know exactly when you fell in love with him; it was at one of the countless Avengers meetings, where Steve appeared accompanied by his grumpy friend Bucky Barnes. You were a little thing in the back of the room, just a viewer, a scientist who worked alongside Tony and Bruce in the laboratories developing technology. You weren't deadly and sexy like Natasha, Adorable and beautiful like Wanda, powerful and independent like Pepper. You were just You; a tiny thing with basic beauty hiding behind a big white coat.

In the beginning, you often bumped into him in the corridors with your good manners. You always said a loud good morning, but it was answered with a strange sound that came out of his mouth. It was stupid, you knew, but having that slight attention from him awakened a feeling in your heart that you had never experienced before. Every day you said good morning and were answered with grunts. Until, one winter morning, Bucky answered you in every syllable.

It was silly, but her heart leapt out of her chest at finally being noticed. From that day on, you established a strict routine to always have a good day. You woke up at four o'clock in the morning to get ready; she carried out a thorough skin cleansing, fixed her hair, shaved her arms and legs, put on makeup and chose beautiful clothes. You arrived at six on the dot, the time you would find him leaving the gym.

"Good morning." You said when you saw him walking down the hallway that morning. He was beautiful, perfect, in his natural element.

"Good morning." He replied.

You worked bouncing that morning having received his attention. The next morning you carried out the same process; waking up at four in the morning, a moment of beauty, going to work, receiving the much-loved good morning. The routine was slowly killing you, waking up so early wasn't doing you so much good and it was necessary to create an excuse for Bruce for you going to work so early.

“Your shift doesn’t start until 9am” Bruce said. “You don’t need to arrive 3 hours early.”

“It’s okay” You said. “I like to arrive early so I have time to be alone and get some things done.”

Bruce didn't seem to believe his excuses, but decided not to argue. You lived close to the tower so arriving so early sounded strange to the others, so to throw them off you created a version of yourself who was addicted to work. The first to arrive and the last to leave. Tony even congratulated you on your professional performance, your colleagues patted you on the back and Bruce exclaimed how useful you were. The routine was taking its toll on your health, but it was worth doing all this to get his attention.

Time passed and his recent compulsion only increased. You watched him and wished he was yours at the same time. You said “good morning” every morning when you really wanted to say how much you were in love with him, You wanted to be his, You wanted to be his girl. You committed yourself to discovering his routine in the hope of having more dates with Bruce's help, it wasn't difficult.

“So…” You started to speak while leaning on an analysis counter. “...Is the Winter Soldier really adapting?”

Bruce typed on the computer and stared at the screen.

“It's been difficult for him, but everyone is helping. He knows how to adapt back to society.”

It was a gift that Bruce was a man so out of touch with real life. It was almost a sin how easy it was to get little bits of information out of him.

“It must be scary to be used as a toy.”

"And yes." Bruce muttered. “He is doing well with therapy.”

“Does he go to therapy?” The question came out too abruptly to the point of interrupting Bruce in his activities.

"Why the interest?" He questioned, looking at you intently.

“I'm madly obsessed with him and I want to know everything.” You said in a sarcastic tone.

"It is clear." Bruce said equally sarcastic. “Please don’t go around selling information to journalists.”

"No." You mumbled. “I just think it's kind of scary to have a deadly, unstable killer living under the same roof. I mean, I would be very scared.”

“We all deserve a second chance.” With that the conversation ended.

You felt happy knowing that Bucky was moving forward with his problems. The atrocity committed by HYDRA against Sergeant Barnes was no secret; for the public, the Winter Soldier was going through a healing process before facing criminal charges for his crimes. There was a strict description of what processes were being taken. Now, you knew two things about him: his morning trips to the gym and his therapy.

(…)

Through Jackie, a nice front desk girl with a big tongue, you found out about Bucky's therapist. To his delight, he consulted in the tower with a therapist with a funny name whose name You didn't bother to remember. The room's corridor was to the north, far from his usual laboratory, which made it difficult to create an excuse to walk through those corridors. The good morning still happened, but you were getting greedy. No alternatives You decided to tell Tony and Bruce how excessive work was giving you anxiety attacks, afraid of losing your best scientist, the duo decided to refer you to the building's therapist. You were happy, indeed. Now he would have something in common to talk about with Bucky and the chances of bumping into each other in the hallway were greater.

The first appointment would take place on Monday after office hours. You got ready in the bathroom, sharing the intention of looking as beautiful as possible for him. Her luck didn't accompany her that day, as she didn't find Bucky in the corridors in the morning and faithfully hoped that he was in therapy. Did not happen. Her disappointed face became apparent when she didn't see him in the waiting room.

"Hello." The therapist said the moment you sat down in front of her. What brings you here today?”

"Anxiety."

The conversation with the therapist was pleasant, but disappointing. After an hour and a half of talking about how anxiety can be neutralized with exercise and regular appointments, you were released. On the way home You reflected on your love, on Bucky. How cruel and painful it must have been to have your autonomy taken away and restored in an unfamiliar world. He must be devastated, You thought. That's why he needed you. You could take care of him, give him a good life and be the perfect companion. You decided to keep going to therapy sessions in the hope of one day meeting him and kept waking up at dawn to look pretty for him.

(…)

“We can go to the cinema tomorrow” Wanda said excitedly. “I'm sure Jennifer Aniston's new movie will be funny.”

"It is clear." You mumbled.

After your fruitless attempts to find Bucky in therapy failed and the hallway encounters ceased to exist You hatched another plan to get closer to him; be friends with an avenger. Sure, there was Bruce and Tony, but it was all very professional and it would be difficult to explain the friendship between a young girl and two middle-aged men. Steve was busy, Pepper traveled too much, Natasha was inaccessible, Vision was a machine and Wanda... It was Wanda, the little girl with no family and no country. It was easy to become friends with her. All it took was one meticulously planned meeting by You in the elevator and BOOM! BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.

Wanda was his free pass to the Avengers floor. It wasn't unusual, or strange, to see You wandering the halls with your newest friend or alone. You saw Bucky more often; sometimes on the sofa with his sulky face, sometimes in the kitchen devouring a sandwich and sometimes in the minibar with a glass of whiskey. You learned new things about him. He didn’t sleep well at night so he went to the gym so early, the therapy was helping, but he hated going to therapy, referring to therapy as ‘’a shitty obligation’’. He was a sentimental man too, with his sullen and closed-off manner he had mixed feelings for his now teammate; he loved Steve and supported Sam, he liked Bruce but hated Tony with his arrogance, he feared Wanda, was nice to Vision and kept his distance from Natasha.

The new discovery kept you immensely happy; Bucky refused to go on dates or even meet other people. You once caught Steve complaining to Sam how Bucky was closed off to the world and avoided the company of the opposite gender. You were happy that your man was so faithful to you.

Meeting Bucky was always a balm for your heart; however he never spoke directly to You. On a good day You could get a good day or good night out of him, but these moments were rare and happened very quickly. You even tried to improve his appearance a little more to please him; He kept his hair always tidy, his clothes were discreet with refined touches, his nails were always done, his lips were always painted. Nothing worked. The man never looked directly into your eyes no matter how hard You tried.

“We should go to the park too.” Exclaimed Wanda, breaking You out of your thoughts. “I’ve never been to Central Parque.”

You held back the urge to roll your eyes at such a silly quote. It was girls' night at the roast, in her room. You were praying for Wanda to sleep and for You to be free to put your plan into action.

“There’s nothing much at Central Parque. Just beggars and rats.” You said to correct yourself immediately. “I promise I will go on a sightseeing tour by your side. Let's get to know all the good parts of New York. Away from rats, squirrels and drug addicts.”

“Are there places like this in New York?” She questioned as she wrapped herself in a blanket.

"Oh yes. There are truly good places in New York. I’ll make sure to take you to all the cool places.”

Around four in the morning, Wanda fell into a deep sleep giving You the opportunity to escape. You walked through the hallways carefree since if you were caught, which could easily happen, you would say you were going to the terrace to get some fresh air. Your feet headed towards Bucky's room, a familiar path but never before explored. According to his information, at this time he would be at the gym using all his energy to combat insomnia. That gave you a few hours to explore his room.

The door wasn't locked and when you opened the door, his woodsy smell reached your nostrils, as if he had pressed his body against your face. You enter the room, closing the door behind you. You sniffed the air, overwhelmed by the multitude of smells that circulated the environment. Bucky was perfect to the point of making his scent addictive.

“Bucky?” You call his name softly, slowly crossing the room and looking at the perfectly made bed.

You knew he wouldn't be there, but you created the fantasy in your head that you were a secret girlfriend and were going to see him in the early hours of the morning. Tonight, You would be his girl; I would put on his blouse, lie in his bed, put her head on his pillow and imagine being fucked until her brain melted.

Her eyes thoroughly analyze the environment around her; it was tidy, perfectly tidy. The room was spacious with large glass windows covered with a long navy blue curtain. The bed was large with white sheets. The closet, his favorite part, had several clothes that ranged from the most casual to combat clothes. You play with some pieces of clothing in the closet; smelling, pressing against his body, running his hands, imagining it to be his transformed chest.

"Beautiful." You mutter when you come across a cabin boy wearing black blouses. Your man liked black and so did you, he looked great in dark colors.

You remove your clothes piece by piece; first the shirt, the pajama pants, the bra. Stripping down to just black lace panties. You take one of the black blouses off the hanger and put it on. A comforting feeling fills your body with the fabric brushing against your skin; it was as if his hands were on your body; passing her hands over her shoulders, down to her breasts, going a little further down, passing over her belly and stopping at her pussy. You turn off the lights in the closet and head towards the bed, where you lay down on his scarves, where your head rests on his pillow.

Your panties dampened at the thought of having Bucky on top of you, on top of you, fucking your pussy with his dick until you reduced your spirit to dust. Resolving to deal with your throbbing clit and neglected pussy, You sat with your back to the headboard, took off your panties, spread your legs and started playing with yourself. You slid your middle finger over her slit, then brought it back and started circling her clit, slowly, very slowly, like he did in his dream. It was torturous, almost painful, to deny himself climax.

You closed your eyes and focused on the sensation, your hips began to move involuntarily in search of more contact, you decided not to torture yourself any longer and began to move your fingers faster. It was close. Her pussy was wet like it had never been before and clenched in anticipation of release. You removed your finger from your clit and moaned at the lack of contact, tears forming in your eyes as your climax was interrupted. You closed your eyes, and started brushstroking again, a movement that provoked yourself. But you didn't do that for long. After a few movements, you started to pick up speed. You moaned softly, moving your finger faster and faster over the swollen organ. His other hand grabbed her soft breast, pinching the hardened nipple hard. It was so close. You squeezed the nipple harder, lifted your hips and came. You moved your hand away from your now sensitive pussy and relaxed onto the mattress. Her body softened with the intensity of her climax. It was the first time you had reached a peak as strong as this.

“Don’t stop because of me.” A deep voice echoes through the room. “Come on girl, keep going. I’m enjoying the view.”

You open your eyes, scared and panting, to find Bucky standing at the foot of the bed with his arms behind his back staring at you. Your stomach tightens in nervousness from being caught and your heart pounds from being so close to him. It was him. Bucky. Your Bucky. The man of your life.

“I...” You try to speak, try to explain yourself, but only disjointed noises come out of your mouth. You didn't want him to see you like this. Bucky was an old-fashioned man, coming from the 40s. You believed he preferred a sweeter, more demure version of a girl willing to be a housewife who would do anything for her man. For him, You would play this role. You'd throw a hundred years of women's rights out the window to be that man's.

Bucky moved to the opposite side of the bed, giving you a sullen look before taking off his shirt and exposing his chest. His eyes fell to the scars on the border between his arm and his shoulder, it was horrible and beautiful.

“You know, I didn’t expect You to have the courage to one day approach me.” He said as he started to push his pants down his legs. Suddenly, he's there, wearing nothing but black boxers. His mouth is almost watering, but his brain is on alert. This wasn’t the Bucky You knew, this wasn’t the low-key, moody Bucky.

"I need to go." You say in disbelief at his action. You push your body off the bed only to be thrown back between the pillows.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Bucky murmurs imitating a cute voice. “You always wanted this. Do you really think I didn't notice your attempts to get my attention? Even therapy You found a way to go just to be by my side.”

"How do you know that?" You ask in disbelief.

“I'm a fucking trained assassin, girl. I know when I'm being watched.” Bucky puts his knees on the bed hovering over You. “At first I thought she was a Hydra agent, then I realized she was just a crazy little girl desperate for attention.”

Those words really hurt you. Is that what he thought about you? Just a crazy girl clamoring for a man's attention? His heart broke when he realized how Bucky seemed to despise You, hate You. It wasn't supposed to be like this. His eyes started to water.

"Not talk like that." You asked in a sad whisper. Bucky let out a sarcastic chuckle through his mouth.

“Do you really think I didn’t notice your attempts to please me? I noticed his changing appearance and his ridiculous attempts to get closer. At first, I was going to let it go, but I wanted to know how far You would go. I just had to give you the rope to hang yourself.”

"All this time..."

"Yes." Bucky stops you. “I liked the attempts to get my attention. Cum! Waking up at 4am to get ready pretending to have anxiety attacks just to go to my therapist and creating a friendship with an Avenger just to be closer to me. Woman, you are crazy!”

His words really, really irritated you. You tried to push him off the bed and walk away, only to be pushed hard onto the soft mattress with Bucky on top of you, his hands on the side of your head.

"Skirt!" You demand as you push, or rather try to push the man was as heavy as a statue made of marble.

"No." He says with clear amusement in his voice. “I like crazy women. I felt special having someone go out of their way to please me.”

"Did you like it?" You ask in disbelief.

"Yes. You are so dedicated and persistent, I like that. A little obsessive-compulsive, but nothing I can't handle.” Bucky praises, as he looks straight into your eyes. “Now open your legs.”

#bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #winter soldier x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #captain america #winter soldier

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 22 Straw Hats go to Dressrosa to stop Doflamingo! (Who has big plans for Reader)

You already have plans but I think it would be cool to see these things happen

Reader joins Luffy and Ace in the Area (Because she was stubborn)

When she was the walking and talking toys she actually felt very uncomfortable and that something is very wrong

They learning that the Area Prize is the Flame Flame Fruit! (Because when Reader brought Ace back to life she brought him back to life with his powers)

Reader meeting Sabo with Ace and Luffy and is in awe meeting her new brother (She’s sparkly eyed learning about her newest big brother)

When Robin was turned into a toy, what if Reader’s power was activated on her mind to prevent her memory of Robin from being ‘Erased’ and she’s just confused as to why everyone doesn’t remember ‘Mama’ (When Robin and everyone turned back to normal her horn stoped flaring)

I think it would be interesting since Sugar’s power affects memory when she turns people into toys, however if it’s someone that Reader knows then her power is activated on her own mind, preventing her memory from being wiped

Doflamingo intends to make Reader join his ‘Family’ as the Heart Suit (As her ability will be useful to him) as he learned what Caesar found out about her blood and wants her power

She brings Scarlet and Corazon back

Reader’s in awe seeing the little Tontattas and find them cute

Reader meets Bartolomeo (Or ‘Big Brother Barto’) and he swears to keep her safe

So much happens in Dressrosa I can’t keep track! 😭

-Arriving in Dressrosa was incredible for everyone! The city was massive, and it had been a long while since you had all been to such a large city.

-Despite everyone wanting to go out and have fun, Law had to be the bearer of bad news, warning and reminding everyone that Doflamingo was in charge here, and he had people everywhere.

-Nami was hesitant on letting you go onto the island, even in your disguise, as they didn’t want to risk your safety, but after you, unknowingly, giving her big pleading eyes, as you wanted to explore, she relented, allowing you to go with the group.

-Robin gave you a hat much like her own, only dark blue, and a large pair of heart shaped dark purple sunglasses that covered a good portion of your face. The two of you were matching, something you couldn’t help but beam at and Robin thought was adorable as everyone was wearing disguises, something Law insisted on, despite some of them being very bad.

-When a massive tournament was announced with a wonderful prize, none of your family was anticipating seeing your face on the poster, offering you as the grand prize for the tournament at the colosseum.

-Ace and Luffy were furious, wanting to immediately throw hands as you were hugging Usopp, who had immediately kneeled, panicking.

-Law realized that this was a ploy to capture you, “They must realize we’re here already. This is a trap so we should- OI YOU IDIOTS!!” He was quickly yelling at Ace and Luffy, who had grabbed you, running off to the colosseum so one of the two of them could win, to ensure your safety, but not before Luffy grabbed you and ran off with you!

-The others ran after them, but once inside the colosseum, there was no way out for the fighters. Luffy explained his genius plan, that if this was a trap to kidnap you, the safest place for you would be at the colosseum!

-Robin agreed, thinking that would be a smart choice, before her group agreed to research more of the other strange reports, like marines, government officials, other pirates, and other nobles from other kingdoms going missing.

-Robin showed her rare scary side, as she stared down both Ace and Luffy with a sweet smile on her face, “You promise to keep Y/N safe, right?” all four men, Ace, Luffy, Usopp, and Law, were all quickly intimidated by Robin, but they promised and you beamed brightly, “We’ll be back soon Mama!”

-She smiled at you, giving a small nod and everyone went their separate ways. However, it was amusing when your brother’s signed up, because they couldn’t use their actual names, so Luffy became Lucy, and Ace became Anne, which you thought was kind of funny, before they gave you the nickname Eri, which you loved as you got to match with them with new nicknames! Despite not fully knowing the reasoning behind it.

-Your big brothers wound up being in different rounds, so they wouldn’t be fighting against each other, which did work out so one of them could stay with you during the different rounds.

-Rebecca was so pretty, and she let you inspect her helmet after she bought Luffy and Ace each a lunch box, and you beamed, “It’s so shiny!” she couldn’t help but smile softly down at you, worried about you, seeing a child there, but Ace just gave her a firm nod, “She’s the safest with us right now.”

-Rebecca didn’t know the situation, but she didn’t question it as your brothers commented a lot on the different fighters, seeing so many strong ones. Ace cracked his knuckles, seeing Burgess there. Ace told you, as he walked away so he wouldn’t attack the taller man, that he was part of Blackbeard’s crew, who was the one who almost got Ace killed.

-Three men approached as you were watching the first round with Luffy, as Ace was in the first round, something he enjoyed, as you got to see him fighting without his Devil Fruit ability, as that would have given his identity away.

-The tallest of the men spoke to Luffy, revealing he knew exactly who he was, despite the disguise, explaining that he fought Garp many years ago, and Garp ruined his life, and now he and his grandchildren were going to take their anger out on Luffy!

-You had been on a bench when they started to attack, with other fighters yelling at them, as Luffy was doing his best to dodge the attacks, telling him to knock it off, and that he was the wrong person.

-You gasped, seeing your big brother being attacked, and as Chinjao charged, you called out, running into the way as shouts filled the air, seeing a child, “Please don’t hurt my big brother!”

-Your glasses were folded and down the front of your shirt, as you were having issues seeing inside, as it was a bit too dark for you, so your face was revealed as your large tear-filled eyes were looking up at him, silently pleading with him, Sai, and Boo to not hurt Luffy.

-They froze, seeing this tiny child willing to defend her big brother, and as the first tear fell, instantly they were all on their knees, trying to console you, apologizing, their vibe instantly going from scary to soft as you sniffled softly, trying to stop your tears. At least Chinjao knew who you were, but he kept it quiet, not wanting anyone else to know so you wouldn’t be at risk.

-It was amusing when Ace arrived back, winning his match, seeing a room full of rough looking fighters all acting goofy, trying to make you smile as you were in Luffy’s arms.

-You were learning what Garp had done as you were holding onto Chinjao’s hand, or at least one of his fingers, “So grandpa made you sad?” your cheeks immediately puffed up in a pout, glaring lightly, angry for him which instantly caused heart related issues as people all over the room collapsed from cuteness.

-You told Chinjao, “I’ll call grandpa and I’ll ask him to apologize. Everyone should apologize when they do something wrong, right?” As you asked this, you looked at Luffy who beamed brightly, telling you that was correct.

-After Luffy fought, winning his match, returning Chinjao’s head to normal, which looked pointy and made him even taller, you got to meet two new people after Luffy made it back to you both.

-The first was a man who looked like a chicken, with a bright green mohawk, who called you Y/N-senpai, knowing exactly who you were.

-His name was Bartolomeo and he beamed, getting to meet his idols, as he told Luffy that he joined because when he saw you were the prize, he had to win so he could save you and return to your family, unaware that it was a ruse by Doflamingo, but Luffy could tell that he was a good person as you were holding onto his hand, looking at his painted nails while he was gushing that you were holding his hand.

-The second man was someone that Ace and Luffy both knew, and you were wide-eyed as they rushed to him, embracing him while ugly crying. Sabo was so warm and kind, hugging both of them, so happy to see them again.

-You were a little shy as Sabo kneeled, removing his hat, “And who is this?” Luffy beamed brightly kneeling beside you, “This is our little sister- Y/N!” If he was more surprised he didn’t show it as he gave you a warm smile as Ace spoke, “And Y/N, this is Sabo, he’s our third brother!”

-Your eyes went huge, immediately sparkling as Sabo quickly fell, clutching at his chest, “Really? I have another big brother?” and Koala didn’t hesitate to take blackmail pictures, thinking it was adorable.

-It was about a half hour later and you were crying, your hands clutching at the end of your dress as a super tall man walked into the room you had been put, after all the fighters were being attacked, pulled in by a sticky man that made your skin crawl, Trebol.

-You didn’t know where any of your big brothers were, as you had been ripped from Luffy’s arms, screaming out for him.

-This new man was very tall, wearing glasses over his eyes and had a huge fluffy pink coat. He introduced himself as Donquixote Doflamingo, and you knew the name, as Law had been saying this was a dangerous person.

-Doflamingo had smiled wickedly, seeing you there, as he knew from Caesar what you were able to do, not only naturally, with your unusual ability, but also your blood.

-After Law had destroyed the lab, making sure every piece of research that had been collected, including the blood vials, had been destroyed, Doflamingo was furious, until he realized that you and the rest of the Straw Hats would be coming to Dressrosa.

-He knew that your family would take the bait on offering you as a prize in the tournament, as it would make them not think clearly, and he had been proven right, as your brothers had basically delivered you right to him.

-He picked you up by the back of your dress, letting you dangle as he laughed, “You are quite the surprise, Y/N.” you sniffled softly, your eyes piercing into his own, despite being hidden by glasses, “Mister Dof-Dof…Mister Flamingo, where’s my big brothers?”

-Doflamingo was stunned stiff, seeing your tears, hearing your words, mainly only what you had called him, as he had a sudden flashback of Corazaon, who would always call him big brother.

-Only moments later, Doflamingo had you in his arms, holding you carefully, properly as he smiled down at you, “You’re going to join my family Y/N. Let’s see- you’re cute so how about the Heart Suite!”

-You were a little confused, holding onto his fluffy coat as he held you like a little doll, “But… I have a family, my big brothers and sisters, and mama!” He just ignored your words, choosing only what he wanted to hear, “You can call me big brother! And I’ll introduce you to everyone else!”

-Your instincts were telling you that he was dangerous, so you behaved, not wanting to do anything to upset him as he took you into a large room where lots of other people were, introducing you as the newest member of the family!

-You saw Law, but he was hurt as your eyes went wide, but he caught your eyes, silently telling you to be quiet, which you did. Doflamingo sat you down on his own chair so the others could greet you, many of them commenting on how tiny and cute you were, including Sugar who was elated to have someone her own size now.

-She had to leave not long after, to go back to work as Doflamingo lounged around, as he wanted your family to come to try to save you, so he could take them out so you would have no choice but to join his family!

-When Luffy and Ace arrived, shouting at Doflamingo to let you and Law go, your horn surprised everyone by suddenly growing, being covered by the aura as you looked confused, reaching a hand up to touch it.

-Doflamingo chose to ignore it for the moment as he chuckled, “Your plan to take out Sugar failed, Nico Robin is a toy now!” You froze, hearing this but tears welled as you saw everyone’s confusion as Luffy spoke, “Who’s Robin?”

-Law spoke to you while Viola ran over, holding a key to Law’s cuffs, telling you that Sugar had the ability to change others into sentient toys, but when they get changed, the memories of those changed are lost to others. You could remember her no problem as he theorized your ability activated when you realized that she was in danger, so you were able to remember whoever Doflamingo was talking about, while they didn’t.

-Ace and Luffy managed to throw Doflamingo out, who strategically retreated to call upon the family, as he watched in horror, seeing toys returning to normal, your horn also returning to normal, showing that Sugar had been taken out!

-After you unlocked Law’s shackles, being the only one there without a Devil Fruit ability, seeing the Sea Stone cuffs, Ace glared slightly, knowing that they needed to take Doflamingo out and Luffy agreed.

-The plan was for them to meet in a specific place, and Luffy trusted Viola with getting you to Robin, as she knew the back streets, which she agreed to. You didn’t want to be apart from them again, hugging Viola tightly, but she did her best to keep you calm.

-She told you of Scarlett, and what had happened to Dressrosa all those years ago, including what happened to Rebecca’s mother Scarlett, who was Viola’s younger sister. Your eyes were big and sparkly as she hid around a corner, trying to get you to the flower fields, after you both saw Robin flying overhead, “Are you and Rebecca princesses then?” She couldn’t help but giggle, thinking you were cute, as she told you that they could be, but they had to take care of Doflamingo first.

-At the flower fields, you were reunited with Robin and a man who was dressed like a prince and Bartolomeo as your eyes were sparkly, “It’s a prince! Mama it’s a real prince!!” Cavendish adored your praise, posing for you as you squealed happily.

-When the group was attacked again, Robin put herself in front of you, glaring hard at the opponent who blew his hat off, you didn’t know his name, before she spoke to Bartolomeo, “Will you take Y/N and get her to safety?”

-He seemed stunned by her request before he immediately grinned, creating a staircase out of barriers with his ability, as he and Cavendish stood in front of her, the two easily blowing the unknown man back, “Take Y/N and run, Robin-senpai!” she picked you up and ran with Viola, sending him a wink as you waved, “Bye-bye big brother Barty! Bye-bye Prince Cabbage!”

-While Cavendish was in anguish over his name, as you had trouble saying it, Bartolomeo had fallen to his knees, large tears flowing from his cheeks as light shined down upon him, as if he had done everything in his life worth doing, being your big brother!

-Robin did her best to protect you, as more members of the family appeared with the intent on taking you from her, and when she was trapped, Leo, who appeared, “Take Y/N and run!”

-You looked back, scared for Robin, who gave you a firm nod as you followed Leo, running. You learned that he was a Tontatta, a race that you could only describe as fairies, which you adored, holding Leo in your hands as he guided you through a forest to safety.

-Leo told you to stop and you gasped, seeing Law hurt, one of his arms off, while he was trying to stand, as Luffy and Ace were fighting against Doflamingo, all of them hurt.

-Leo took to the skies, looking for a safe way away from the area before he gasped as you ran for Law, “Big brother!” Ace and Luffy froze, hearing you there as Law turned, looking panicked, telling you to run.

-Law lunged, sensing Doflamingo charging to grab you, and he took a hard hit to the back as he covered you, keeping Doflamingo from grabbing you, who was sneering down, “You’re just like Corazon- weak!” You were in shock, your eyes wide as your brothers charged, getting him away from you as you hugged Law’s head.

-Law told you about Corazon, who was Doflamingo’s younger brother, who was killed protecting Law so many years ago. You felt so sad for Law, hearing how this man, Corazon, had died to protect him, just like how he had protected you just now.

-The first sob ripped from your throat as you hugged Law and he felt the wave of energy flow through him as you healed him, reattaching his arm and healing his wounds before they all froze, seeing two figures reforming from nothing.

-Corazon kneeled beside Law, who was stunned, seeing him there as tears welled as Scarlette gasped as you swooned, catching you as you developed a fever and fainted.

-Luffy and Ace were both now furious, seeing that you had been pushed so hard to not only heal Law but bring two people back from the dead.

-Scarlette took you and ran after Law and Corazon turned to face Doflamingo alongside Luffy and Ace, as he was now furious, looking almost unhinged.

-Scarlette was stunned to find not only Kyros, but Rebecca and Viola as well, all of them banged up, but safe and sound, as they all gaped, seeing her there, seeing her alive again! With you included (despite being unconscious), as they shared a family hug, all of them crying, being reunited at last.

-After discussing your condition, Viola told them how she knew of your ability to heal others, but there had been a rumor, after you had revived Ace and Whitebeard, that you could bring others back from the dead, and many were trying to stop that rumor, not wanting it to spread.

-A new voice spoke up, “You’re right.” They turned, seeing Sanji there, who looked beat up, smoking quietly as he looked relieved, seeing you there, knowing that you must have done something reckless again as Scarlette passed you to your brother after Viola vouched for him.

-Sanji told them to get to safety, as something big was coming, sensing Luffy and Ace’s power, and he took off towards the ship after getting word from Robin that he needed to take Nami and the others on the ship and they would meet up on Zou.

-Chopper and Nami took care of you while you were recovering, finding out what had happened between Sanji and you, once you were awake, and they were amazed so much had happened, but they were glad to hear that you hadn’t been hurt, just kidnapped and scared, and overdoing it with your ability again, but they didn’t scold you, just making you rest instead.

-You thought about all the new fun people you had met on Dressrosa, you wished that you had been able to say goodbye to all of them, as they had been helping everyone.

-As you sat on Sanji’s lap as you ate, holding up an apple slice to him, Brook was sitting next to you, telling you of the next destination, Zou, which was a giant walking elephant, which made your eyes sparkle brightly!

-When you asked about Luffy and the others, Nami told you not to worry about them, as they were going to meet your group on Zou, so you all would wait there for them, and you nodded, hoping they wouldn’t take too long.

#eri reader #one piece #luffy #sanji #zoro #usopp #nami #robin #chopper #brook #franky #tralfagar law #portgas d ace #one piece sabo

[lingeriae]

8:00pm

synopsis - Gojo comes home, he looks flushed warnings! - very suggestive, so minor dni! reader is black and is implied to be female.

it was 8:00pm when Saturo came home, his face flushed and his eyes holding a certain seriousness which was strange, because it's Gojo Saturo we're talking about.

"You're home early..." you said, sitting up from where you were sprawled out on the couch, your shorts riding up at the sudden movement which definitely did not go unnoticed by the blue-eyed sorcerer that stood by the door, he didn't say anything as he took off his shoes at the door, then his coat before walking over to you.

pushing out your lips you looked up at him, "you good?"

he huffed as he bend down to kiss you, sucking and biting on your lips causing you to release a whimper into his mouth that made him press himself into you, pushing you down on the couch. satoru pulled back, looking at your now glossed over eyes and plump lips that were swollen and wet. It was at that moment you could feel his dick getting harder through his pants, a gasp falling from your lips as he pushed his print into your shorts deciding that it was a good thing you decided against underwear.

leaning down he brushed his lips over yours, both of your eyes meeting. his eyes were always your favourite thing about him because they always showed his true emotions, they always sparkled in any lighting and they were easy to fall into. right now saturo's eyes were sparkling, but the scary part about it was how dark they seemed while sparkling.

'maybe it's the lighting?' if that's what makes you feel better, hun.

saturo's lips parted, a shivering rolling down your spine as you continued to stare into his eyes, the words he said next causing heat to spread throughout your body (and core).

"wanna put a baby inside of you," he breathed, moving to kiss the side of your neck. "please let me give it to you, say you'll make me give it to you."

you swallowing trying your best to formulate a sentence as he continued kissing your neck, his hands siding into your shorts before he pausing at your lack of underwear. he laughed breathily into your neck before leaning back to look at you,

"need an answer, mama. gonna let me give it to you?"

all it took was an 'mhm' from you and he was instantly on you.

his hands held your hips into place as he thrusted into you, a cry leaving your lips at how rough he was being with you and how good it felt. you tried getting him to slow down, telling him "it's too much." and to "slow down." all of which he ignored. he looked so concentrated, eyes focused on your pussy bringing a hand to rub your clit causing you to tense.

"f-fuck toru w-wait!"

saturo's eyes snapped up to you, gazing into your fucked out eyes. a grin spreading across his face as he watched you try to push at his stomach, his muscles contracting because of how hard he was fucking you. he grabbed both of your hands with on one of his, putting them above your head fucking you harder, his eyes almost rolling back at how you clenched around him.

"you're saying that but, h-hah, this pussy's saying otherwise!"

#writtenbyjae🧘🏾‍♀ #gojo satoru #x black reader #black reader #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jujustu kaisen x black reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru x you #gojo x black reader #gojo x reader #saturo gojo x reader #jjk🌟

[go6jo]

i imagine suguru to be a mama’s boy until around the age of seven when his cursed technique starts to manifest itself. hes the example of a perfect child, all of his mom’s friends praising him and showering him with compliments, her dearest son which she flaunts with so much pride - hes polite, and he’s kind, he says please and thank you and rarely ever speaks unless spoken to - quiet, examplary. faultless. until one day shes startled out of sleep with a loud scream echoing throughout the whole house and she immediately jumps out of bed to check on suguru and she swings the door of his bedroom open only to find her son curled up in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest, trembling while staring with tremendous fear into the window on the wall directly across from him, and she runs to him, crouches down to his level to hush him and ask him what’s wrong. he can barely speak through the heavy sobbing, hiding his face in her chest, little fingers fisting her nightgown “there’s something outside the window, mama.” she looks outside clutching suguru to her chest still but - “there’s nothing outside, ‘ru” she figures it must have been a nightmare so she lifts him up into her arms and starts walking towards the window despite all of his protests, he’s thrashing and he’s trying to escape from her grasp but still she insists there is nothing outside, mama promises, alright?. just look. and when he does, she feels his skin run ice cold under her hands, muscles tense and breath hitching. hes frozen in place, unmoving while staring with wide eyes into nothingness. it becomes a reoccurring event. she takes him to all these different specialists, she’s desperate - psychologists, neurologists, - mediums even - and still no answer as to why her otherwise calm and perfect boy has turned out this way, difficult and inconsolable. he sees things, it must be some kind of illness, there’s no other plausible explanation, she thinks. he’s not crazy, he can’t be crazy, she’s in denial— eventually it turns into something out of her control, and she starts to believe he must, in fact, be crazy because it becomes a problem. one she has grown tired trying to find a solution for. he refuses to leave the house, saying there are monsters lurking everywhere he goes. his friends at school start to think he’s weird. he refuses to eat and he becomes more difficult to deal with each passing day. his mom starts to grow more and more distant every day. what did she do to deserve this, to deserve a problematic child. he’d been so perfect and he’d ruined everything. suguru can see it in her eyes, she doesn’t know what to do anymore, she does’t think she can handle this anymore. she doesn’t want to — he can see the disappointment in her eyes.

so when her son arrives home one day saying he’s moving to tokyo, i found some people who can help me, ‘ma. she thinks nothing of it. he is 15 years old now, he’s gone back to his old quiet self, has settled down for the most part, yet, still, his mother asks no questions, because it’s a burden she can finally get rid of. (he meets a blue eyed boy on the street one day, white hair, around the same age as him while he’s paralized in the middle of the sidewalk, a scary figure blocking his path as he’s returning home from school, tormenting him. he’s stuck in place looking at the monstrous thing until, in the bat of an eye it is gone and standing in it’s place is a boy with a smug smile on his face “easy. see? gone.” he joins suguru on his way back and eventually reveals that he ran away and it mustn’t be long until someone comes looking for him.) he packs and he leaves on a summer day after kissing his mother’s cheek goodbye, his figure towering over hers already, she’s at the kitchen counter, preparing lunch, chopping some vegetable and barely even spares him a glance when he walks through the front door. he still visits her every so often. even brings you home to her once and she thinks you must be a saint. she treats you well, sits down on the couch with you and flips through an old album full of pictures of him, there are only baby pictures, though. no record of suguru from the age of eight onwards. looking at you both, suguru feels a semblance of normality, something he hasn’t felt in a while. not ever since he was a kid. you’d been nervous to meet her, had known very little about her for suguru rarely ever mentions her, much less his father. “she loves you” he mouths while sitting on the couch opposite to you when his mother gets up to check the pot on the stove. more than she loves him, he thinks, but he’s happy - he’s happy that she does, he knew that she would - and he’s smiling at you but there is a hint of sorrow in the gesture. his mother doesn’t resent him as much nowadays - out of sight out of mind, he’s not a weight in her life anymore. until he stops coming over as often, a whole year goes by before she gets to see him again, standing on the porch of his old childhood home he’s grown a lot ever since the last time she saw him, he’d always been a handsome boy, she thinks, but he has grown into his features, looks more comfortable in his skin, less awkward, more mature, his hair a lot longer than ever before and he has blood on his clothes. for the first time in years she’s striken with the most profound feeling of worry towards him, towards her own son, the little boy she had raised with her own two hands and who had suffered so much at the hands of the world is that his blood? is he going to die? she grabs him by the arms and begins pulling him inside the house but he resists, whispering his last words to her. “im sorry, ‘ma.” (about this post.)

#geto x reader #very briefly but idk how else to tag this. im not putting this on the main tags and definitely not tagging this as meta #mother mention #geto angst

[spicyclover]

All the things you said | part three

Summary: A big dinner is organized by Charles to bring together some pilots and their wives, girlfriends, sister and friends. Everyone enjoys the evening until a topic of conversation leads to dark revelations. What secrets will be revealed?

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You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful. 

Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day? 

Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you now makes you well.

The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.

Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you. 

You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you. 

Then came darkness...

When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and takes the elevator. 

You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.

In the elevator, the ride seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.

You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors open that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.

Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.

Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you entered his life. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.

He still remembers the first time he saw you. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky. 

He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said in your beautiful voice. 

He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses. 

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the apartment. 

The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.

Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the apartment. No one dares to go to see Charles.

The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.

It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.

“Hello?” 

To be continued... 

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[andraxicated]

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

Pairings: gojo, toji, nanami, geto x f! reader

Synopsis: kissing and fighting scenarios with jjk men in various settings

Tags: kiss under the influence | fluff | suggestive | age gap | long ass hurt-comfort mini fics | mentions of sex

a/n: all i see is jjk filth hmmm *insert dwayne johnson eyebrow meme*

obvsly aged up characters

milestone event masterlist

kissing in the bathtub with gojo

the sea of blinking gold looks rather incredible while soaking in the bathtub of your friend's penthouse, but nothing can beat the taste and smoothness of the wine gliding inside your tongue. how many glasses have you had? you don't know, all you could think about was how good this wine was as you treat it like water.

"wow, is drinking so much better than talking to me?" the reverie shatters as that white-haired blue eyed non-drinker giant opens his annoying mouth. your eyes open elegantly, still in the ridiculous drunken impression of being a high-class lady. perhaps this was your subconscious wanting to fit in with satoru's world, the lady that his family would want. as they say, your true self reveals when you're drunk and uncaring of the world; the liquid courage.

"satoru!" gojo winces at your echoing voice bouncing off the walls in his luxury bathroom. "what??!" he replies with an equally loud voice that scrunches your face cutely. but the smile on his face doesn't last long as your next words shocked him to the core.

"when are we going to put a label on us?"

you say boldly while staring right into his soul, and the next moment the wine on your glass splashes on satoru's face. you stand up abruptly from the bathtub, then flashing gojo with your lower half that he hasn't recovered from the whiplash of shocking events. you get the bathrobe without explanation and wrap it around yourself because everything is slowly sinking in.

suddenly, you hear the sound of a person rising from the tub, and the next thing you know, the bathrobe is peeled off you and you're being carried by your bestfriend. gojo sets you back down on the bathtub, gets the bidet, and shoots it like a gun to your face.

you screech like a cat, grab the bidet from his hand and knock it against his head that this time it's satoru who screeches from the pain. "owwww!" "don't waste water!" you scream at him that he immediately looks up at your ridiculous reasoning.

frustration resonates within his body that he can't hold himself back anymore, his blue eyes make you feel the cold air hitting your wet skin. one audible gulp then your fingers turn off the faucet of the bidet, nervously not breaking eye contact with satoru.

"don't joke around like that" the bathroom falls silent with his low voice that you turn meek like a lamb. "i'm not joking" you say in small font. satoru only gets scary when he's angry, he's someone you don't want to anger. yet to him, it's like you're purposely angering him and toying with his feelings; and so, he won't hold back anymore.

'just this night, let me fucking taste wine and your lips'

he gently grabs your nape and pushes your lips to his own, the faint bittersweet wine enters satoru's tongue and he finally understands why people drown in alcohol. because it's addicting. just like kissing the one you long for.

you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck while his hand rests on your waist and squeezes the flesh. you moan from the stimulation and pull away from him, but he doesn't allow it as he pushes his head further to catch your lips with his mouth.

both of you made a promise that night to remind if the other forgot. but how would one forget such a moment so special?

kissing in the snow with toji

countless excuses to party with your friends yet you slip out the door and make it your cover story. you're actually meeting toji, the guy who's years older than you, and your constant fuck around these months. you met toji at a grocery store where he was trying to sweet-talk the cashier into letting go of his insufficient payment. it ended up in you intervening and paying for him, a car ride to the motel, fallen groceries on the floor, and him pounding you against the wall as a payment to his debt. because hey, he seemed like a good fuck.

that was a few months ago, now you're downing one last drink before exiting the premises to meet toji at the back. a puff of smoke mixing with the cold air from the familiar alleyway and you know it's him. your heart rate gets faster and a happy kind of feeling wraps you as you start picking up your pace. "found you!" your youthful voice booms to surprise toji, his mature and unsurprised demeanor a stark contrast to yours.

"you found me" his husky voice sends shivers down your spine, a charm that could get any woman he wants. but he's here, toji is here grinning and throwing away his cig, feet stomping the stick while holding your head between his palms for a kiss.

one hand leaves your face and lightly traces the side of your breast, going down to unzipping your jacket, lifting your shirt below, and caressing your tummy. you don't even get to moan because toji swallows whatever noise you're making, his amazing kissing skills a stimulant between your legs. but the chilly wind bites at your tummy and you make him put it down. you pull away and reveal a string of saliva that toji reconnects with a light peck; did his eyes seem soft or was that just the lighting? anyway—"toji, I'm getting cold" you whine with a scrunched face as toji looks up to the sky and chuckles.

"yeah, because it's the first snow" then it made you whip your head so quickly to watch the unique little snowflakes floating in the air; a sight that always made you feel happy as a child. toji looks back down on your awe-stricken figure, he thinks it's ridiculous because it's just snow but whatever makes you happy is fine with him.

"they say you get to be together with the one you watch the first snowfall with" you say out of the blue that it snaps him out of admiring you. "bullshit" he says without thinking that you widen your eyes and turn back to him. toji kinda felt bad but it's really how he feels.

"what if it's true?" and yet you always retort his ideas, he admires you for that. "it's not"—is this how older people think? he can indulge you for a moment but he chose to shut you down that it leaves a hole in your heart. efforts to level up your relationship always go down the drain; at this point, your patience is thinning.

"i understand, im going back inside since it's getting cold." you don't want to ruin a good scenery like this with him, so you opt to go back inside the club. he was already facing your back when he suddenly spoke up: "i'm not good with words" three steps closer. "i don't know how proper relationships work" two steps closer. "and i can't give you what you want, so i'm sorry" one step closer, and that was the tipping point in which you turn around in such close proximity.

"you can give me that, you just won't let yourself" you say in a strong voice, slapping the truth in his face. toji looks stressed as he passes a hand on his face, a mannerism that you're frustrated with someone; it hurts but what else do you expect from this fucked up relationship.

"you attend a nice university, you have supportive parents, you have everything I didn't have when I was young. are you seriously going to throw all that for a bummer like me?" toji puts his hand in his pocket, searching for his cig and his ligther.

"i don't-" "yeah drown in poverty with me, i don't even have a stable job." silence ensues as he finally found the pair in his messy pockets, nonchalant expression taking a peek at your dropping face; it pains him to know your dealbreaker but that's just how the world works. he has lived enough on how to deal with things like this.

you're bright and full of youth, a bright future ahead of you. toji thinks he should've ran away with his groceries when he found out his money was short, life would not be complicated then.

"you said i have a bright future..." your fiery attitude never fails to surprise him; toji drops the cig he takes out and looks at you dumbfounded, heart abnormally skipping a beat. "we can share that future!" your naivety is amazing that it leaves him at a loss for words and gasping for air. "kid, are you serious?!"

he knows you hate that name that he uses it to snap out whatever fantasy you're having, but toji should know you're being serious about this. "don't call me kid" this man really—god, you hate him when he's treating you like this.

you start to walk away but his big figure suddenly comes into view. "i asked you if you're serious" "i'm dead serious" annoying snowflakes keep on blocking his view the same way his heart blocks his mind. "then don't go running away when I want to keep you" toji goes for your lips and enters his tongue without asking; soft lips providing warmth for the snowfall as he keeps on devouring your mouth, not wanting to let you go.

white light snowflakes decorate the surrounding as he pushes you against the brick wall, burying his face onto your neck as you two stand there in the blissful warmth of each other's arms.

kissing in the rain with nanami

"(y/n), where are you going?"

you don't answer him as this stupid employee of yours runs after you when you clearly need space. should you fire him? no, wait he's about to leave the company in a few months! plus, he's already training a new guy to become his replacement, all of this done without your knowledge as his superior and his girlfriend.

"go back inside" a curt command falls from your mouth, one that nanami ignores because he knows you don't mean it. you want to be chased and doted on, and he's so used to your dramatics that he quite enjoys chasing after you too.

"love, stop there. your headache is going to worsen if you keep frowning and running away from me." sweet words slip casually through nanami's lips that it lulls you to calm down. he catches up to you and turns you around to see your contorted face about to cry from the frustrations of work and life.

he sighs while looking up at your head, tucking one strand of hair behind your ear and purposely grazing your skin with his fingers; a gesture that made your insides shiver whilst tightly clutching your handbag.

nanami's hand passes over your head like a soothing trick that eased the headache, it was his usual act when he feels your stress signals; later on to be revealed that he was a sorcerer of some kind to which you blurt out laughing. turns out it was true the more he takes away the heaviness on your head.

then his hand rests on the back of your head as he pushes you gently onto his chest. the onslaught of your favorite men's perfume attacks you when you fall into his embrace, it was the first thing you gave him when you two started dating; until now he kept spraying it but secretly buys the refills himself.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling because you were supposed to be angry remember? yet, the thrill and comfort of knowing the company dinner is just a building away; with the ceo's daughter and an employee like nanami being intimate without care...it just takes away the repressed feelings you both have.

but not everything should be pacified, you need to lay the problem on the table. you pull away from him and speak: "why didn't you tell me? i wouldn't have been so upset if you told me in advance."

"well..." "well?" you pry for an answer, seconds pass but nanami doesn't open his mouth.

and you knew exactly why. "did my father know about us? did he threaten you?!" you scream exactly as lightning then thunder hums in the sky.

little droplets of rain grow into bigger ones as nanami tries to get you two to shelter; but you won't budge as you plop down on the ground, tears mixing with the rain.

"what are you going to do now?" you sob out as you look at him pitifully but it's nanami who's looking down at a spoiled child who breaks down every little thing thrown at her. "are you going to be some sorcerer-masseuse who relieves people from stress?"

nanami can't help but laugh at the absurdity of your claims. you're the only person who could break a smile in that hard wall of his. he shakes his head and gets you up by your feeble arms; the rain sticks your clothes to your body that nanami spots something underneath, making him blush.

"you go in first, I'll follow suit-" "no fucking way babe, we're going in together hand in hand" "no stop-" sometimes he talks a little too much doesn't he? and so, you pull his face into your mouth and smash both of your lips together so fucking hard that it hurts so good.

the alcohol in your system takes advantage of your bold, bratty side and reveals it to your boyfriend, who very much enjoys it as well when he grips your waist a little too tight. tongues licking each other, buds not knowing if they taste water or lips, it's—it's just so fucking messy that you both just laugh because this is your unusual selves.

in the rain where visions are obscured, nanami sees the clear reason why he's going back to the jujutsu world. you may not understand but it was always done to protect you.

kissing in the moonlight with geto

how many times have you looked his way? toned abs, muscular legs, half-up long hair, and slit eyes that catch your gaze every time you take a sneak at him. god, you're not qualified to be a secret agent. could you be more obvious of how you like him by your fidgets?

this party at the beach club became uncomfortable when your dear friends left you to hook up with some guy; and no matter how much you get approached by half-naked men, you turn it down and casually move to another part of the beach to wallflower.

because holy shit, you've never seen such an attractive man in your life that potentially likes you too! it's always men liking you but you don't like them back that ruins the chances of you ever getting a boyfriend. yet, tonight it feels oddly weird that you're immediately pulled into this stranger who keeps exchanging glances with you.

you're thinking of how to approach that fine guy, he's already behind you, smiling. "hey" his sweet rake voice that you're so used to hearing become so distinguished as geto captivates you with his overwhelming charm by offering a drink.

you know his type, laying it down low just to strike at the right moment, then strip that bikini down your body. and you'd let him do it anyway; ah, the things handsome men could get away with. "you wanna go for a walk?" "yeah, sure" geto sweetly asked you for a walk then made you not be able to walk the next day—the audacity!

turns out, he's some local surfer from the island that made you think about ripping your flight back home apart.

the romance died down as you get thrown back into the busy city life. forgot geto, forgot that island as you spend the rest of the months shoving houses up your client's noses.

out of all the people you could be selling houses to...it had to be him, freaking geto suguru! the hookup from the island where you had a fun time on the sand. you suddenly feel so small amidst his large figure despite being established in the real estate industry, yet it kinda hurts that he was acting like he didn't know you! but to be fair, you're acting like you didn't know him too.

"so? are you going to take this house? it has a big pool and a nice view which you're looking for. it's probably the only one-" "can we go back to the pool?" geto cuts you off with an irked tone that flustered you but nonetheless, "yes" you agree to him as your heels clack albeit louder this time.

"this is it, you can clearly see the moon...sir?" you spin around in confusion when you see geto standing far away from you, hands in his pockets as his eyes narrow evenly at you.

"why are you acting like you don't know me?" "excuse me?" he scoffs at your response like it's some joke. "did my techniques leave a bad taste in your mouth?" geto's voice gave a hint of playfulness as you fully understand what he meant; leaving your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. finally, you got some voice back only to lose to his game, ideas of clapping back a witty response flung out the window.

"this is highly inappropriate-" "(y/n)" he drawls out your name as he approaches you slowly that you're insides are lit aflame from the flashbacks of how he groaned your name. "wanna go for a swim?" scam. you know this isn't going to end up swimming. he looks absolutely stunning when he takes off his clothes like he's not in the middle of buying a house.—but you're just the same; you give in and take off your blouse and skirt, chucking them somewhere to have some fun time with your client. this was a clear violation of rules but who cares?

who the fuck cares when geto carries your legs and places them on his sides, lifting you up as you grip his shoulders and dive in for a kiss. the taste of unfamiliar metal enters your senses when you take a lick of his pierced lips. hot. the same goes for you when you take geto to the wall of the pool and pull away despite his protesting hold.

"i suddenly want to test my lungs" you say seductively that the air is knocked out of geto's chest from the amusement you give him. the way your happy eyes glistens from the moonlight, your reflections on the water, your face looking like a pool model...he thinks he has to grab this chance.

this house won't be housing a single man after all.

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