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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | exhibitionism + piercing
pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers
warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention
word count | 1,580
an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece đ„ș this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends đđ
thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off đ« piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you đ you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there
lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs
andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself
"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs
"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch
"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy
the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"
lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you
you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit
"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect
"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal
"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub
"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"
"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"
you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure
steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"
ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch
andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"
and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"
the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring
"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace
"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot
andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"
"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm
"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come
"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"
lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"
as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen
all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"
when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" âno little one, donât move. weâll take care of the mess; you just hang tightâ
everything feels like youâre experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. youâre cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon youâre safe and content in your daddyâs arms
the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddyâs wonderful friends
wow holy cow i got carried away with this đźâđš all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much đđ
Title: Open Up Baby
Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader
Summary: Tony Stark straps you into a StarkTech-compatible bench for a private demonstration of his newest toys- complete with biometric feedback,
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, SMUT⊠BDSM/Restraints/Bondage, custom tech ball gag, toys (Egg vibe, anal beads, dildo)  Overstimulation, Toy fucking/Machine-assisted thrusting, Filthy talk (Tony can't shut up), AI assists with data tracking, clinical observation, forced openness, Sensory overload
A/N: my entry for  @avengers-assemble-bingo for April Kinky Bingo⊠Well this one turned into a whole thing..
Square: B2- Open Up BabyÂ
Card Number: KB003
You were already strapped to the bench- back arched, thighs spread wide in glossy chrome stirrups, wrists bound snug in Stark-grade cuffs that didnât budge an inch. The synthetic leather beneath you was cool against your skin, but your body was already starting to heat with anticipation. The bench itself shifted slightly with every movement, like it was reading your tension, calibrating every twitch of your muscles into data Tony could access later.
You could hear the soft hum of the roomâs ambient systems, the low mechanical whirrs, the faint electric pulse of tech running in standby, and underneath it all, Tonyâs voice. He hummed absently as he moved around you, flicking through translucent holoscreens that floated in the air, readable only to him. Light glinted off his arc reactor through the thin black shirt he wore, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, veins flexing with every subtle flick of his fingers.
He looked like a scientist. Or a surgeon. No, a goddamn artist.
âYou look tense,â he murmured, stepping in close, his fingers grazing your jaw with a feather-light touch. âThat wonât do. We need to get a clean read. No clenched teeth, no locked jaws. Just you- open andâŠrelaxed.â
He held up a sleek piece of tech. A mix of leather and metal. To you it looked like a ball gag. That wasnât just a gag. It was his gag. Something custom. Personal. Laced with Stark Industry Tech.
âOpen up, baby. Gotta install the biometric reader. Itâs not science without a baseline.â
You hesitated, lips twitching. Just for a second. But he didnât push. He just waited you out, smirk deepening, one brow arched like he had all the time in the world. That cocky, knowing gaze made you squirm even before anything touched you. Your breath hitched. And then you parted your lips.
âThere we go,â he said, tone thick with approval as he slid the gag into place. It clicked against your teeth, snug and firm. A soft vibration flickered across your tongue as it locked in pushing the muscle down.
Fridayâs voice chimed in overhead, calm and clinical.
Tony leaned down, brushing his lips across your cheek in a whisper of a kiss. âGood girl. Now letâs get to work.â
He started with the egg.
Sleek. Silver. Pulsing faintly in his hand like it had a heartbeat of its own. The metal shimmered under the clinical lights, smooth and polished, shaped with the kind of precision that only Stark could deliver. He turned it over once, twice, like he was admiring a prized gadget- one that he was particularly proud of.
He showed it to you like a doctor unveiling a revolutionary new tool- calm, confident, deeply amused. Except this wasnât a sterile exam room, and the look in his eyes wasnât professional. His smirk told you he already knew what kind of mess this thing would reduce you to.
"This is your warm-up," he said, voice low and playful. "Phase One. Internal warming protocol. Testing receptivity. Calibration through heat and pulse response."
You whimpered into the gag. Of course you were excited- heâd been teasing you with this little 'demonstration' all week. Whispering promises in your ear, tapping out reminders on your thigh, dropping technical jargon laced with filth that left your core throbbing before heâd even touched you. Now that it was finally happening, your whole body was buzzing with need.
He didn't wait. He moved closer, one gloved hand parting your thighs a little further, the other settling between them. The bench adjusted beneath you, lifting your hips another inch to meet his touch perfectly. His fingers dipped between your folds- testing your wetness, teasing you just enough to make your body jerk in its bonds.
"Already responsive," he muttered, half to himself, half to Friday. "Sheâs going to be a dream to log."
He slid the egg in with two fingers, slow and deliberate. The cool metal kissed your entrance, making you flinch slightly- it was colder than you expected, stark contrast against your heated skin. Your walls instinctively tried to resist, clenching down, but his fingers were patient, coaxing you open, parting you around the sleek, unyielding toy.
The egg slid upward, heavy and smooth. As it moved deeper, your body yielded to it, the slow stretch making your breath catch. Its contours were designed to press into every sensitive spot, and you could feel your muscles fluttering around it, trying to accommodate the sudden fullness. As he pushed it deeper, you could feel every inch of it being swallowed by your body, your slick muscles tightening, fluttering around the intrusion.
He pushed the egg up high inside you, then paused, his finger still inside you too. "Squeeze for me," he ordered. You did, instinctively, your walls closing down as you used your pelvic floor, and Tony gave the platic string attached a soft tug.
The stretch, the resistance- it was delicious. The egg stayed locked in place. You couldnât push it out if you tried. He smiled, clearly pleased.
"Perfect. Secure fit," he murmured. "Wouldnât want it popping out mid-test."
It settled deep inside you, a sinful throb blooming in your core. Then it pulsed- just once, a quick flutter that made you jolt.
"There we go," he breathed, watching the screen light up with new data. "Didnât even turn it on yet and sheâs already going. Fuck, I love this job."
You were barely processing the first toy when he reached for the second.
Beads. Tapered, growing in size, each one gleamed under the soft blue lighting like tiny pieces of futuristic art. You squirmed, thighs pressing together, but it was no use- Stark had seen your reaction.
Tony laughed- low and delighted.
"Didnât know we were going there, huh?" He nudged your knees apart again, voice dipping to a darker octave. "Come on, baby. I want you to open up for me. Letâs see what this one does..."
You shook your head slightly. Whimpered into the gag. Wide eyes watching him as you tried to protest around the ball gag in your mouth.Â
Tony turned to the tray beside him, selecting a small, frost-blue tube of gel. "Wouldn't be very considerate to skip prep," he muttered, more to himself than to you. He uncapped the tube and squeezed a slow, deliberate line of the slick, glistening substance along the length of the beads. The gel shimmered faintly under the light, warming as it reacted with the ambient temperature.
He coated each bead carefully, fingers moving with methodical ease, making sure the entire string was evenly slicked. "Lubricated. Body-safe. Custom formula," he said with a wink. "Slippery enough to slide in smooth- sticky enough to stay in place until I say otherwise."
Then he held the beads up for you to see, the string dangling between his fingers. You tensed instinctively.
"Oh no. Youâre freezing up. Canât test properly if you donât behave. Legs. Open."
You didnât.
Tony tsked, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment. Then he grabbed your chin, firm and steady, tilting your head so your eyes locked with his.
"Don't think so much. Thatâs not what good test subjects do."
Click.
The bench tilted beneath you without warning. Your hips rolled upward, knees falling further apart as the restraints auto-adjusted. You were fully exposed now- helpless. Wide open.
"You know I can override those restraints, right? I built them. Now be a good girl and show me everything."
He dipped his finger back into the gel and brought it to your ass, pressing a cool dollop directly to your tight, puckered entrance. The sudden chill made you flinch, but it was followed by the warm glide of his fingertip as he gently teased the gel in slow circles.
"You tense here, too," he said, amused. "Don't worry. This formula warms up just like you do."
He rubbed it in carefully, working the gel into your rim with delicate, coaxing pressure. The sensation tingled- both from the temperature shift and the way his finger circled and pressed until your body finally began to relent.
Then he lowered the beads between your cheeks and began to press them in- one at a time. The first slid in easily, the gel working its magic, cool and slick. The second made your breath stutter. The third had your whole body tensing as your hole stretched just enough to accommodate the new pressure.
Each one pulled a different, desperate noise from you- somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, caught in the back of your throat and forced through the gag in broken fragments.
By the time the third bead settled inside you, you felt full. Stretched in ways that left you panting, your back arching hard off the bench. Everything was working together- the deep pressure of the egg nestled high in your core, the hum beginning to buzz through your clit like a phantom, and now the slow, firm intrusion of the beads pressing against nerves that had you seeing stars. You struggled to catch your breath, the gag forcing each inhale to be short and choppy. Air hissed through your nose while your mouth flooded with saliva, spit slipping from the corners of your lips in thick strands that slid down your neck and onto your chest. The overwhelming heat of arousal and frustration tangled in your gut, building like steam with nowhere to escape. The restraint of it made the fire inside you burn hotter.
Your muscles clenched involuntarily, your hips rocking against the air, chasing friction that didnât come. You couldnât speak, couldnât beg. Just drool, tremble, and take everything he gave you.
"Mmm. That moan? That was bead three. She likes that one, Friday."
"Confirmed," the AI replied. "Pelvic floor tension rising. Heart rate increasing."
"Good. Means itâs working."
The egg began to heat. The beads hummed in sync, and you felt everything shift- internally and externally- as pleasure bled into pressure, and pressure into overload. You were trembling now, thighs twitching again, trying to close- but the bench held you wide, utterly exposed.
"Heart rateâs spiking..." Tonyâs voice was pure, filthy glee. "Oh, sheâs gonna break soon. Look at her squirm."
You rutted against the air, clit untouched and screaming for attention. Your walls fluttered around the egg, your ass clenching down against the beads as the different pulses overlapped and collided. It was all too much and somehow not enough. You needed more and needed it to stop, all at once.
You tried to breathe, but the gag made it impossible to take anything but shallow, panting gasps. Each exhale was laced with a moan. Drool spilled freely down your chin, dripping warm across your face and neck. You were flushed, messy, wrecked- and he hadnât even touched your clit.
Your back arched violently off the bench, cords of heat coiling through your belly and thighs. It felt like your body was unraveling, muscles tight and desperate, nerve endings screaming with pleasure.
Tony leaned in again, voice dark and syrup-smooth. "Weâve got her plugged, egged, and ready to combust. Think she can handle the next phase?"
Friday answered, "Orgasm build-up at 87%."
"Perfect." He tapped a command into the air. "Now letâs push her."
The egg pulsed deeper. The beads vibrated sharper. You cried out- moaning, writhing, the gag muffling it into raw, incoherent noise. You couldnât form words. Couldnât beg. Just sob through the pressure building to a breaking point.
"Baby, this is science. Filthy, beautiful science."
It hit you like a wave- white-hot and all-consuming. Your legs shook violently in the stirrups, muscles spasming as your body locked around the egg and beads pulsing inside you. Every nerve ending fired in chaotic pleasure, overwhelming your senses. You tried to scream, to sob, but the gag reduced it to a shattered, strangled cry that vibrated through the tech, each desperate noise dutifully logged.
Drool spilled in long, wet strands down your chin as your back bowed hard off the bench, your whole body trembling under the assault of pleasure. Your cunt clenched tight around the egg, milking it involuntarily, while your ass throbbed with each hum of the vibrating beads. Everything inside you was pulsing, moving, grinding you down into submission.
Tony watched, transfixed, his gaze locked on your ruined, shaking form. âThere she goes - God, I should patent that moan.â
Your eyes rolled back. You could barely breathe. You could only tremble and leak and convulse as the orgasm tore through you. The bench beneath you vibrated subtly with your bodyâs response.
Friday: "Orgasm confirmed."
Tony waited until you were trembling, your breathing uneven, your thighs still twitching with aftershocks that rippled through your overstimulated body. Sweat slicked your skin in a thin, glistening sheen, catching the light as your chest heaved with broken gasps around the gag. Your limbs strained weakly against the restraints.
Then- slowly, methodically- he reached between your cheeks and took hold of the first bead. He didnât rush. He eased it out one at a time, each slick orb dragging along your inner walls with a sticky, stretching glide. You shuddered at the sensation- the unbearable emptiness that bloomed in the wake of each removal. Your ass clenched reflexively around the loss, trying to hold onto what had filled you so completely. But he kept going.
The final bead popped free with a slick, obscene sound. Your hips jolted involuntarily, your back arching once more as your body spasmed again, clinging to the ghost of sensation.
He curled his fingers inside you, tugging the retrieval loop with a firm, practiced motion. The egg slipped free, wet and shiny, your cunt fluttering uselessly around the sudden void. The stretch, the drag, the warmth- it all left you aching. You cried into the gag, overwhelmed by the emptiness and the continued tremors in your muscles. Your thighs kicked slightly, your knees drawing in as far as the restraints would allow.
"Vaginal walls contracting. Core temperature still elevated. She's not done trembling yet," Friday observed, calm as ever.
Tony held both toys in one hand now- wet, warm, shining. He looked down at you with naked satisfaction.
"Thatâs some damn good tech," he said. "But weâre not done."
From the tray, he lifted his final piece.
A dildo- sleek, deep grey, Stark-stamped at the base. Modeled after him, and you knew it. Maybe a little bigger. Slightly wider at the base, with delicate ridges along the underside that hinted at something extra. Your breath caught just looking at it.
âThis oneâs special, baby. Built it from memory- well, from yours,â Tony said, rolling it in his hand. âTemperature regulated, pressure-sensitive, and the best part? The internal sensors sync to your contractions. It responds to you. The more you clench, the deeper it drives. A perfect loop.â
You whimpered around the gag, heart fluttering.
He moved between your spread legs and lined it up against your soaked, fluttering entrance. You were already sensitive- still trembling from the last orgasm- and when the wide tip pressed in, you nearly cried. It stretched you slowly, steadily, a little more than you were used to. Your slick walls resisted at first, clenching down instinctively, but Tony was patient, guiding it with precise control.
âThere you go,â he coaxed, voice smooth but sharp-edged with amusement. âThatâs it. Take all of it. Come on, baby- I know you can..â
His tone dipped into a purr. âThere you go. Taking it like you need it. Bet you love being filled up with Stark-grade tech, huh?â
Your back bowed off the bench as he pushed it in, inch by inch, your pussy yielding to every contour, forced to accommodate the full shape of it. The fullness was delious, your body stretched taut around it. Your eyes rolled back as the final ridge slipped inside, the toy settling deep.
âThere,â he said, watching your reactions with fascination. âFills you out just right. And now... we see what she can really do.â
The base clicked into a pulse pattern, and the toy began to move inside you- slow at first, deliberate, like it was learning your shape. You could feel every textured ridge of the shaft as it rubbed against your inner walls, dragging across oversensitive flesh, sparking little detonations of pleasure with every pass.
Then it pulsed- long and low, a rhythmic thrum that radiated from base to tip, sending heat spiraling through your belly. With every thrust, the toy seemed to stretch you deeper, nudging a spot that made your toes curl and your thighs twitch against the restraints. Your pussy clenched around it reflexively, triggering the internal sensors Tony had mentioned. And just like that, the toy responded- pressing harder, thrusting deeper, faster.
It wasnât just fucking you- it was reading you, syncing to the wild flutter of your muscles, pulsing in tandem with your arousal.
âLook at her,â Tony murmured, grinning as he watched the toy disappear again and again between your legs. âEvery little squeeze makes it work harder. Youâre doing this to yourself, baby. And I havenât even touched your clit yet.â
Youâd been so consumed by the thrusting inside you, by the stretch and pulse of the toy, that you hadnât even noticed Tony move. But suddenly, he was there- looming over you, and the egg was pressed directly to your clit.
The sensation was immediate and brutal.
Your entire body jolted. The contact felt almost painful, your nerves raw and exposed, the stimulation electric. You tried to buck away, hips arching, thighs trembling, but you had nowhere to go.
Tony caught you effortlessly. One hand shoved the egg against your swollen clit, refusing to relent, while the other pressed down on your thigh to keep your knees from closing.
âUh uh. None of that,â he said smoothly. âYou donât get to hide from this, baby. You earned it.â
You sobbed into the gag, thrashing your hips side to side, but the bench and Tonyâs hands made escape impossible. Every attempt to squirm just sent the dildo thrusting deeper inside you, and the egg grinding cruelly over your clit.
âYouâre not gonna break,â he whispered, teasing. âYouâre gonna burn for me.â
"Donât you dare run from it. look at me."
He was holding you still- one hand clamped over your thigh to keep your legs spread, the other pressing the egg mercilessly to your clit. You were trembling in his grasp, utterly helpless against the merciless pairing of his tech and his control.
"Youâre gonna come again for me, sweetheart. Real dataâs in the repeat response," he said, eyes locked on yours, voice both commanding and hungry.
The dildo thrust deep, the ridges grinding against your most sensitive spots as your walls clamped down. The egg buzzed brutally against your swollen clit, so overstimulated you couldnât tell whether you were trying to run from it or chase it. Every jolt of pleasure lit your nerves like lightning- white-hot and impossible to hold back.
Your body jerked, hips spasming, thighs trembling violently as the sensations overloaded you. Your entire body was working against you- every clench, every twitch, every gasp just triggered the toy to go deeper, harder, faster. You werenât riding it anymore- it was riding you, and Tony just watched with that devilish smirk, keeping you wide open.
âThat's it. Shake for me. Scream into that gag. Show me what science can do.â
The climax tore through you without mercy- harder, deeper, a violent unraveling of every nerve as your body convulsed around the relentless rhythm of the tech inside you. You didnât just come; you shattered, splintering open in a release so intense it blurred your vision, your mind, your ability to distinguish pleasure from pain. Your vision shattered into sparks, your scream muffled into a raw, hoarse noise behind the gag. Your body thrashed in the restraints, muscles locking as the orgasm ripped through you, longer and sharper than the last.
He slowed the toy, letting it ease to a stop deep inside you before withdrawing it carefully, letting you feel every last ridge dragging along your raw, overstimulated walls. Then, with a gentleness that almost contrasted the torment heâd just put you through, he removed the egg from your clit. The instant the contact broke, your whole body sagged in the restraints with relief and exhaustion. You were shaking, barely breathing- every inch of you buzzing, nerves fried and twitching from the overload.
You could taste salt on your lips- your own tears and spit, your jaw aching from clenching around the gag. You were drenched, body glistening with sweat, your skin flushed and hypersensitive to the air.
He removed the gag last. Your jaw fell slack with a wet, trembling gasp, strands of spit clinging to the corners of your mouth. You blinked up at him, vision hazy, lips wet and parted.
Tony gazed down at you, eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction, his mouth tugging into a crooked grin that said told you so. He looked like a man admiring his finest creation- smug, yes, but also thoroughly entertained by the glorious, twitching mess sprawled out beneath him.
âYou did good, baby. Fucking beautiful. But next time?â
He leaned close, brushing a kiss to your temple- slow, deliberate, his breath warm against your damp skin.
âThink Iâll need to design something that gets you to squirt. Canât let a variable like that go untested. Wouldnât be very Stark of me to stop now, would it?â
He turned with a little flourish, tapping the screen with a flick of his fingers, not bothering to look back.
âFriday, save this session. Label it: Successful. Prepare files for Phase Two.â
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Hi, Iâm Rae! I write dark fics on my blog harryspet. I write for many characters but these are my Steve fics. Most of these stories contain DARK ADULT content!! This means there are mentions of abuse, violence, noncon/dubcon, smut, and overall just a lot of angst.
TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD
our soulmate In which Steve and Bucky both find their soulmate at a local diner.
a long way down In which the dead are walking, you belong to Bucky and the two of you stumble upon Steveâs settlement.
the good guy In which Steve returns from the war and things are not the same.
welcome to eden In which the neighborhood you and your husband Steve move into isnât like anywhere else on earth. The women are flawless and then men are way too happy. (stepford wives au)
caged bird In which you have to make a deal with three devils in order to survive in The Cage. (prison au)
sheltered In which your soulmate is not at all who you expected. (a/b/o)
pinky promise In which you and Peter play Mommy and Daddy. (ddlg/ddlb)
off to the races In which you call the kingpin your Daddy. (ddlg/short series) part two
your soul is mine In which youâre an angel and a demon named Steve Rogers owns your soul.
please donât bite  In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires.
the alphaâs trophy In which youâre the last Omega and Steveâs the most influential Alpha in the country.
under his eye In which you try hiding a dangerous secret from your Commander. (handmaidâs tale au)
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
âriseâ - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series iâve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her âthe day the world endedâ universe and it completely blew me away. i couldnât believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
âwhen the bough breaksâ - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smutâŠmakes up for it. yes yes.
âi burnâ - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
âone way or anotherâ - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. thatâs it.
âsomething wicked this way comesâ - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
Persistence: Steve hates the word ânoâ. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Drain You: Steveâs bad mood comes to a head at his surprise birthday party. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Better Then He Can: Steve wants Tonyâs happily ever after. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
On Demand: The reader becomes a camgirl to ease her financial woes but money is soon the least of her problems. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Defector: The reader is a former Hydra employee put under surveillance of Americaâs greatest defender. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth: The reader is a fic writer and her number one fan canât get enough. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Letâs Play: Steve doesnât like being lied to. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
What we lost in the ashes: At her weekly grief counseling groups, the reader finds herself seeking support in strangers. Even the famous Steve Rogers. But is there more to his compassion than meets the eye? [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Sunlight: Steve is bound to eternity, but heâd rather be bound to you. [dark(vampire)!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Silent Night: You go away to an isolated cabin but find youâre not alone. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+, holiday request]
Irreconcilable: You and Steve come to a breaking point but heâs not ready to let you go. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Apostate: You notice something about Steve. [dark!hydra!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+] Part 2
Hot Blood: Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as youâre trying to keep your own place there. [dark!mob!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Sequel
Ready or Not:Â You make a run for it but how far can you make it? [dark!nomad!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
The Masks We Wear (Steve Rogers, MCU): You find yourself at the end of your rope but someone unexpected picks up the other end. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Sleepover: The reader stops at a safe house but isnât as safe as she thinks. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader, Sam Wilson (mentioned) ~ 18+]
sweet as honey, hard as nails:Â Youâre trapped by more than four walls, trapped between the past and the present. [dark!nomad!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Sweet as honey, hard as nails holiday epilogue
Desperate Measures: At first, you think itâs a joke when you get the strange messages, but when they donât stop, you realise too late how real it all is. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Part 2
Kona: Bad news sets your life adrift as the winter brings uncertainty and grief. [dark!viking!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
A Birthday to Remember: Youâre birthday celebration is crashed by an unexpected guest. [dark!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Merciless: Youâre caught in the spoils of war. [dark!medieval!Steve Rogers/Reader ~ 18+]
Graceless:Â The reader finds herself still unwed as a new social season begins. On the cusp of being âon the shelfâ, a most unexpected suitor appears to assuage her fears of spinsterhood. [Regency AU, tall!reader]
For more fics ft. Steve alongside other character go to the Multiple Character Masterlist for Series or One shots
WC: 1.9k words
Warnings: Mafia AU. Tension. Angst. Comfort.
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To no oneâs surprise, Visionâs home was a very big upgrade from their modest â cramped, falling apart, barely maintained â flat.
For starters, he lived in a club. It was what it said outside, it was a club. The building was big and even thick for a building, there was no cramping to get inside. It had a lobby! With space!
And his home was big, it was the size youâd expect a family house to be anywhere else in the world where rent didnât cost seven kidneys per week!
And it wasnât even a rental! His parents had gifted it to him when he graduated from high school, so he could live closer to his college.
He was moving out with Wanda soon, they wanted a bigger place, more kid-friendly.
She was afraid of asking how much âkid-friendlyâ would cost in New York.
Most of her clothes fit into a single suitcase, and the rest was in her chest of creations, both of them fit fine in Jenniferâs boot, along with a plastic back with her shoes and her work equipment. By the time they were done, her room looked pretty naked, aside from the old furniture she had collected through the years, and she helped Piet get his things as well â he had even fewer of them.
Vision only had one spare room, so Betty took the walk-in closet â which was the size of their bathroom! - and Piet got a big wardrobe that had belonged to the other room, which was converted into a home office.
Everything fit, honestly. Her sewing table itself fit in the closet, which was good, because she needed a place to work if the wedding was going to be her only project.
It was a really, really nice place.
It felt weird to be there.
âIâll find somewhere else to go soon,â she tried to tell Wanda as she walked out of her room. âIâm sure there are people looking for roommates and-â
But her friend grabbed her hands, squeezing them.
âYou can stay here for as long as you need,â she told her. âEven after we move, we can arrange something.â
She softened, and Vision came behind Wanda.
âWe can rent you two the place after we move out,â he offered.
âAnd weâll help you find jobs that actually pay well,â Wanda added. âAnd are not tangled with the Mafia.â
Piet chuckled out, walking to her side as Betty exhaled. Yeah, that was way better.
âThatâs good, cause I donât think we are getting paid for the work we did this month,â he put a hand on her shoulder. âAnd we still have the lease.â
Betty groaned.
They had to deal with their lease.
They had to get so much furniture out, what would they even do with it?!
âThatâs is a tomorrow problem,â Wanda interrupted him, very serious. âYou two are going to clean up, and eat and relax.â
Relax. As if she could do that.
But she was the first to go into the shower to clean up all the sweat and snot and the pure stink she had built up from going through a fucking shooting and then being arrested by ICE, and then moving out in a rush.
So, yes, she smelled terrible.
Betty washed her hair and scrubbed every bit of skin she could possibly reach under the shower, and was just done dressing when someone knocked on the door.
âCome out, Betty,â Pietro called. âYouâll really wanna see this.â
With a towel wrapped around her head, she hurried out to find Pietro already heading to the living room. She followed him, curious about what had caught his attention.
â-federal authorities conducted a series of coordinated raids targeting key figures of the German Mafia known as Hydra,â the reporter's voice filled the room, the image on the screen showing the FBI building as a backdrop. âThe raid that we exclusively captured in the Williamsburg located restaurant was just one of a number of raids today, that resulted in more than a hundred individuals being indicted on several charges, such as racketeering, extortion, drug trafficking, and organized crime. It was the most dangerous of them, with an intense standoff between agents and criminals. Emergency services were called, but there were no casualties, and the situation was quickly brought under control.â
Betty stood beside Pietro, her heart pounding as she watched the footage of Mama Stefka being overrun by heavily armed agents and the sight of the familiar faces. Wilfred, Nathaniel, and Gideon were together, and Nate seemed to have a wound on his shoulder.
She hoped he was alright.
âThat sounds like a major blow to organised crime in our city,â the anchor declared, looking back at a screen where he was able to see the reporter. âWere there any unexpected developments during the operation?â
âIndeed, Marvin,â the reporter confirmed. âIn addition to the arrests of Mafia members, authorities also detained a group of individuals suspected of being in the country illegally. Sources indicate that these individuals were found working at the restaurant in which the raid we captured happened.â
The screen switched to footage of ICE vans, and Betty caught a glimpse of Martina being escorted inside, but no sight of herself and Pietro â which was good, cause she probably wasnât in the state to be seen on TV.
âAccording to authorities, of the dozen restaurant employees, only two were legal immigrant workers, and two were American citizens,â the reporter continued. âThe remaining eight individuals are part of a large group of workers believed to be trafficked to work in illegal businesses commanded by the criminal organization and are believed to have ties to human trafficking networks. The arrests highlight the ongoing efforts by law enforcement to combat both organized crime and illegal immigration in our community.â
She crossed her arms, watching the girls on the screen, and Wanda came to her side, rubbing her shoulder gently.
âTheyâll be fine,â she promised softly, and maybe it was an assurance to all of them.
It had to be.
âTheyâll be home with their families,â Pietro added. âItâll be safer than here.â
Yeah, she agreed with that.
She focused back on the screen when the anchor asked a question she didnât quite catch, but the reporter answered anyway.
âFederal authorities have stated that the investigation remains ongoing, with additional arrests and charges expected in the coming days. Meanwhile, immigration officials are still working to determine the legal status of the remaining people detained in today's operation, with potential deportation proceedings pending for those found to be in violation of immigration laws. Back to you.â
She disappeared, leaving some last seconds of videos.
âThank you, Maya, for that update. We'll continue to follow this story as it develops. Stay tuned to NBC News for the latest information. That's all for now. Goodnight.â
They moved on to different news, and she walked out back to the room, moving to dry her hair as her mind wandered off.
That was a long day. It was a really exhausting long ass day.
Her throat tightened in a knot, trying to keep her focus for a moment, trying to keep herself stable as she untangled her hair.
Dammit.
And Steffan-
She breathed in deeply.
Nope.
Not right now.
She sat on the big guest bed, just drying her hair with a blow drier.
She was just done with that when her phone lit up with a message with Jenniferâs name.
Betty had just saved her number a bit before she had left, with the promise that she was going to use her position to check if Steffan was arrested or registered in any way.
âNo Steffan Bauer was arrested today.â
She exhaled, feeling the weight of the world leaving her shoulders.
âThank youâ, she texted back.
But she didnât finish her texts there.
âI couldnât find any registry of him in any database I have access to. Legally, so far, I cannot find him at all.â
That made her frown.
What?
âIs he illegal?â she messaged her back.
âMaybe. But even illegal immigrants can be found in some databases.â
Betty frowned more.
That was really weird.
She exhaled, sending another message to her.
âThank you. I know that was a lot of work, thank you.â
Betty set her phone down.
That wasnât⊠normal.
Normal was a word for that, yeah.
She chewed on her lip but grabbed her phone again, clicking on Steffanâs contact.
She had to know.
Even if it was just to hear him say he was a fine.
Betty wasnât going to go running after him, she wasnât stupid.
But she just needed to check on him.
They werenât together for half a month, they were together for half a year!
So she pressed the call button and waited.
And she waited and waited and waited, and he didnât pick up.
So she called again.
And again.
And again.
No picking up.
The fifth time she called, it didnât even ring, it just fell straight into voicemail.
And again, and again, and again. Every time she called it went straight into it.
Betty might have called him ten times by the time she stopped and threw her phone on the bed.
That asshole!
Fuck him!
She stood up, pacing around, holding back her tears.
He wouldnât dignify her with a single call?
A minute to say he was alright.
He didnât even call to know if she was okay.
A knock on the door made her raise her eyes to it, and Piet stepped inside, looking worried.
âHe knew,â she exhaled, defeated. âHe had to know.â
His face softened and he stepped inside, sitting by her side.
Bettyâs lower lip trembled, but she held that in. No crying today.
âIâm sorry,â Piet spoke softly, sitting down in front of her. âDid you talk to him?â
She shook her head.
âHe wasnât arrested,â she told him. âI called ten times. The five first ran, the other five just went straight into voicemail.â
Piet grimaced, looking down, and she knew he knew. It was impossible not to know, right?
She couldnât control the way her lip turned down and her throat tightened, and he was so quick to wrap his arms around her it really just broke her.
Betty couldnât hold back her tears anymore, she started crying about everything.
Steffan, the shooting, being arrested, being stuck in that stupid country where she couldnât even risk needing a doctor or she would be thousands of dollars in debt!
She missed her home. She wanted to see her parents again and be a citizen and not an immigrant! Betty wanted to speak the languages she was raised in, and to have a home!
Pietro held her tightly, rubbing her back and petting her hair, and they ended up lying together, with his arms not ever leaving her and his lips pressed to her forehead.
He didnât let her go, which was good; she didnât think she could hold herself together now.
They stayed there for so long time just morphed into nothing, until the sound outside the bedroom as dead and she had no more tears left, and then more. But they didnât fall asleep, they just held one another.
At least, he kissed her forehead and rubbed her arm.
âNow,â he spoke slowly, focusing his eyes on her. âWeâre going to get you some water and Iâll whip us something. And everything else is tomorrowâs problem.â
Betty breathed in. Yeah, that sounded really great.
âSure,â she agreed softly. âLetâs do that.â
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âitâs a Bad Idea, right?â was posted on my Patreon in September 2023. To have early access to it (and lots of other stories), consider subscribe to my page! Itâs just $2 a month, and I know you wonât regret it!
Warnings : R18 : Smut, Sex toy, sex in a not so private setting, quickie, oral with a twist
Word count : 3270
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Thank you @violetmuses for giving me a reason to peruse this idea as I loved every second of it.
The girls had insisted that you needed to be the one to pick up stuff for the party. Everyone else said they were too busy with other, more important wedding prep to pick up these kinds of supplies, but you grew to think that it was more for the entertainment value of sending the goody-two-shoes to such an embarrassing place.
This was your first time going to an âadult storeâ, as you were tasked with picking up games and party supplies for your friendâs bachelorette party the following weekend. Youâd never been to a shop like this before, and you could hardly believe it was real, even as you stared right at it from the other side of the street.
The bride had given you the address, saying something along the lines of âthis place is the bestâ. Yet, upon arrival, you found it to be a dark red with an almost gothic theme. You were left nearly trembling in your shoes as you debated whether to just go in or run away and just buy the crap off of Amazon.
You decided it was better to get this over with and get the stuff instead of going back empty-handed to a teasing and cackling bridal party. So you bucked up, took a deep breath, and crossed the street to enter the store.
Youâre immediately greeted by a shiny black mannequin decked out in red pleather straps circling where its nipples and crotch would be. You stumble back for a second before scurrying around it as you take in the oddly large store.
There were walls upon walls of vibrators, dildos, and naughty nighttime attire. You didnât even know where to begin just to find something simple and novelty for a bachelorette party.
You didn't see any other customers, but it was near closing time when you worked up the courage to show up, so it wasnât really much of a shock.
But, there werenât really any staff in here either. The only employee you saw appeared to be a rather bored-looking cashier at the back of the store. He had thick, dark hair that nearly hung in his face. Yet, it seemed to curl up at the back, giving him a rocker vibe.
He had a few piercings in his ears and one on his nose that caught the dim red light that washed over the room, and he had plenty of tattoos on the majority of the skin he showed.
He wasnât paying much attention to the store, only leaning over the table as he read through a magazine. That is, until he noticed you staring at him. You didnât realize youâd been standing stock still with your eyes glued to him for so long until his vision locked with yours and you nearly felt your heart stop.
He raised an eyebrow as he took in your shocked expression from across the room. You tear your eyes away, wondering behind a rack of lingerie to hide your red face.
But, as you tried to meld into the obscene scenery with the hope of becoming invisible, you missed the way he unpursed his lips as they pulled into a sly smile. His eyes lost their quizzing tone for a more devious stare as they zeroed in on the sweet little thing that tiptoed into his shop.
He tossed the magazine under the counter before pushing away to saunter towards the scared little kitten of a young lady that was already hiding from him.
He finds you gawking at a pair of vibrating panties only to turn and see him leaning on the rack of skimpy negligees. "See anything you like?" His voice was deep with a rough drag as he spoke to you slowly.
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of him so close. It was enough that you could smell the cologne and a little sweat mingling on his skin.
From here, you get a much better look at the stubble that adorned his face, along with the dark patch of hair that sits below his lower lip. But, what captivated you the most were his dark blue eyes that glittered with a mischievous light, like he was eating you alive with his gaze alone.
You heard him, but you didn't respond right away. He leans further toward you as your voice shrinks into your throat. You see his full ensemble of a white and thin tank top, black jeans, and boots with a studded belt. The tank top was thin and meant only as an undershirt, so it showed the small bump of each of his nipples and wasn't able to hide them. Above it was a little nameplate that read âBucky/managerâ.
"You all there, kitten?" He said it a little lower this time to snap you out of whatever trance heâd accidentally pulled you into.
"Huh..uh yes..I mean no, I didnât find..um, I'm looking for bachelorette stuff." You sputtered the words out as best you could while battling the heat rising over your skin.
"Oh, I see. We have a special room for that in the back." He points towards a beaded door by the register with his thumb, barely turning towards it so as to keep his eyes on you. His gaze seemed to wander all over you, like phantom hands ghosting over your skin, making you sweat a little.
"In the back?" You ask, unsure as to why something so simple would be kept hidden.
"Did I stutter?" His tone was still deep and playful, but the statement made you all the more weary.
You squeak out a "no, sir!" as you fear that you insulted him in some way.
But, he just chuckles at the formal title. "Sir? Well, arenât you polite? But, here you can call me Bucky, got it?"
You nod dumbly as you watch him push off of the rack heâd been leaning against before holding his hand out to you. It gave you a proper view of his ink sleeve and silver rings. You place your shaking digits against his palm, letting him close his thick but nimble fingers around your hand and tug you along towards the back room. "Come on. Follow me, scaredy cat."
He leads you towards a thick black bead curtain by the back register, and you follow him through it, letting the beads clack together as the two of you disturbed them.
The room was fairly spacious, like a walk-in closet, but it held much more than just bachelorette supplies. In the side corner sat the party games, dick straws, and even what looked like a 'make your own dildo' kit. The other side was populated by more private items. A variety of beaded strings, tentacle-shaped phalluses, and edible products, both wearable and not.
One particular piece of candy stood out to you the most as you saw it perched on a shelf not too far from your head. In big, bold letters across the box read âCandy Cock', and the clear window did not disappoint with its short description as it showed the bright red hard candy dick with decent proportions.
Again, you're caught staring as you hear him clear his throat with a playful "ahem" before telling you that "The party favors are over here. Or did something already catch your eye?"
You try to shake your head vigorously, but he leans in anyway and picks up the cherry-red cock off the shelf.
"Best to use your words, kitten", This was the only moment when his tone was more serious before slipping right back into being more playful and flirty.
"These are new. Could be pretty fun at parties." He said this as he held the box up towards you.
There was no way you were bringing something like this to the bridal party; theyâd never let you live it down. But, your voice was still too meek, "Oh, I donât think.."
Heâs quick to cut into your sentence as you get more and more flustered, taking a pretty bold leap as he speaks. "Would you like to try it?"
"What?"
"Just a taste test. We just unloaded these today, so youâd be the first to try them out."
You didnât know what to say, jaw slightly lowered in shock as he opened the box before your very eyes. The clear red candy glittered under the dim lights of the back room, but you didnât move as he brought the candy phallus to your open lips. "Tongue out, kitten."
As if on command, you give a shy lick, letting the taste of a bitter cherry tickle your tongue. Your heart was pounding so hard it could burst right out of your chest as you stared at this man with wide doe eyes and dragged your tongue along the top of the hard candy cock.
You let yourself get a little more bold, flattening your tongue along the tip before dragging it along the shaft. Your mind was blank and yet swimming in heat, as you couldnât fathom why you started doing this. It wasn't like you to be swayed like this into doing something so naughty.
Your face feels so terribly hot that it reaches from the tip of your ears to the cleft of your breasts, but for a single second, you thought you heard his own breath catch in his throat as you licked at the candy in his hand.
His body draws very carefully closer, almost waiting for a new reaction from you as he brings the tip of the candy cock back to your parted lips.
"Tell me to stop if you donât like it. Ok?" His eyes were soft as he spoke, but as you nodded slightly, they flooded back over with that devious dark stare that made your skin feel hot all over again.
You donât push him away, even as his ringed hand tangles into the back of your hair and the candy is pushed into your mouth towards the back of your tongue.
The sour cherry made the back of your throat pucker as he pushed the candy further in. The taste wasnât bad, but it was all just too much at once, leaving you to choke on the sweet and sour cherry saliva that pooled in your throat.
"C'mon, I know you can take it all, kitten. Just relax." His words of encouragement felt more like a command.
You sputtered against it as he pushed it deeper, filling your entire head with its flavor. It made your knees weak, and he let you fall to the shag carpet floor once they finally buckled.
His hand left the back of your head to cup your cheek as you took the red cherry rod to the back of your throat with a weak hum. All the while, he had sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he took in the absolute mess he had made out of you.
He dragged the candy back out, giving you a little air and letting the rounded tip catch on your teeth before pushing it back in.
"So good. You like the taste, kitten?" He almost sounded breathless as he leaned down towards you, and his lips ghosted over your cheek while he spoke.
You sputter out a "yesh" in response. Itâs a wet and sloppy sour candy chaos until he pulls the candy free, leaving a sweet string of saliva to connect you to where you wore the once bulbous tip away, leaving it a rounded nub.
He wiped the spit back onto your lower lip before leaning back to admire what a mess heâd made of you. The word "gorgeous" rumbles out past his tightened teeth in the form of a deep growl.
He looked back at the beaded curtain, pulling it apart with his fingers. Finally, he was aware of the precarious surroundings, and as he looked through the little gap he made between the beads, he found the store was still empty.
He looked back at you with a hardened gaze. His blue eyes became darker, and his pupils widened as he drank in the sight of your cherry-stained lips. That evil smile of his makes your heart stutter in your tight little chest.
He cups your face in his hands to coax you back onto your feet. "You did really well, kitten. such a good taste tester." He hooks his thumb on your lower lip before slipping it past your teeth to pull your jaw down to show off your red tongue.
Youâre so dazed that as his lips come crashing into yours, you barely register the feeling of his own tongue slipping past your teeth to fight yours.
The first kiss is slow and heady until he sadly pulls away to comment on the taste he's stolen off your tongue.
"Not bad." His voice was low and almost shaking before he leaned to slip his tongue back between your lips. By now his hands have left your cheeks, one running over your blouse and the other snaking over your bare thigh as it hiked up your skirt.
Heâd backed you towards the shelf, making all the merchandise shake and one oddly shaped dildo fall to the floor by your feet. Itâs kicked away with the heel of his boot as the rough fabric of his jeans is dragged along your bare skin when he presses his knee between your legs.
This kiss is deep, wet, and all frantic as he steals the sweet taste of the candy from your mouth, almost sucking it off your tongue, licking it off your teeth, and biting it off your lips.
His growing hardness can be felt against your thigh, and his fingers pull more of your skirt to your waist. Heâs rubbing hot, naughty circles into the skin of your waist as he steals the breath from your very lungs. Itâs suffocating in the best way possible, and when he finally pulls away, you make a small sound of protest before gripping his tank top to try and pull his lips back to yours.
But, heâs stronger than you and is able to pull his hands away only to where his fingertips are touching your skin, still somewhat hiding under your skirt. Your blouse is all fucked up, and your breathing is labored, ragged, and rough. He looks a little guilty, but still quizzingly like heâs looking for a shy little âyes, give me more, donât stopâ from you before completely defiling his innocent little Kitten.
You respond with actions over words, putting your little fingers on the buckle of his studded belt to loosen it before pushing your nimble digits past the hem of his jeans. He gets the message loud and clear as his gaze becomes heated all over again.
He puts his hands up and lets you tear through his jeans to free his cock from the confines of his clothes. You struggled a little to pull him out as you dragged the lip of his boxers down the length of his shaft as best as you could. It finally bobbed forward, almost bumping against your leg from how absentmindedly close youâd gotten to him. His length is just above the candy he had you choking down, solid in your soft hand as you brought your fingers around it for a few test pumps.
"You wanna do that here? The door is still open. Anyone could walk in and hear this little kitten cry. You want someone to hear you?" His actions didnât match his line of questioning as he dug his hands further up your skirt, dragged your panties to the side, and pressed himself against your core.
You only whined in response as he pushed himself into you. It was enough of an answer to spur him further, as he quickly pressed the tip of his cock against the back of your cunt with a small burst of pain and pleasure.
The space wasnât ideal, and the pairing was so strange. A scary pink and toned man with hard muscles and a possible nipple rings vigorously fucking into a pretty prim and shy young thing right off the bat. It jostled the shelf wall where he has you pinned even more as your head rolls back with a thump and your nails dig into the skin of his back.
"Aw hell! This pussy is beautiful. So tight around me, kitten!" The pace came without warning, leaving you with no room to think or listen as he sang more and more praise into your shoulder. The sentiment of âkittenâ becoming the only name you wanted anymore as his Vick stirred your body into a frenzy held tightly in his arms.
Your undoing comes easily to him, making you sing a similar melody as he once had as you cream around him. Yet, this dance was done unprotected, and as the tight knot in his stomach was about to snap, he pulled away and spilled into the palm of his hand so as not to drip onto the carpet.
He keeps you from collapsing, holding you up with his other hand as he catches his own breath. Yet, something within you has snapped after tasting such devilish fruit already, and he canât catch you as you fall to your knees. This time, however, you fall to the floor with a purpose. To lap at and lick up the seed from his fingers, prompting a labored "holy shit" from the man above you.
"You're a bit dirtier than I thought, arenât you, kitten?" He almost canât believe his eyes as he watched you lose yourself in such a taste.
You give another nod as you finish licking his hand clean.
He extends his other hand, this time to help you up off the shag carpet for the last time.
He puts his clothes back together and helps you straighten yours before taking his gaze away from you to give the small room a quick look-over. He grabs a bachelorette party kit off a shelf and shows it to you. Something simple and pink with dick-shaped everything.
"Think thisâll do?" He asked while watching you struggle to think.
"Huh," youâd completely forgotten why you came here, too head fucked to recall that âyes, you were here for party suppliesâ.
"Oh, yes. That would be perfect, thank you." You shake back into reality as you grab the box from him.
He ushers you out of the back room to the register before scanning the barcode on your party pack. But, thatâs all he rings up before asking you, "Cash, credit, or debit?"
"Um, what about the candy?" That shy demeanor takes over you once again, prompting him to match it with his signature playful grin.
"Itâs on the house for my special little taste tester."
The sentiment made your belly flutter as you handed him your debit card.
He swipes the card and taps away on the register before the receipt whirs out of the machine and he tears it off. He scribbled something on it before handing it to you along with your card. Giving a little wink as he does.
"Hope to see you again, kitten."
You couldnât help but give an embarrassed smile as you looked down at your shoes with a "maybe you will" before grabbing your things and exiting the store.
As you're putting your card back in your wallet, you see the note he left you on your receipt. It read âcall me, kittenâ with a phone number written below it.
a/n: this has been sitting half-written on my pc for i don't even know how many months (tbh at least half a year. i was living somewhere else when i started it wow). finally took a deep breath and finished it (though with an ending that kinda flies by a bit because just wanted it to get done. i was scared that the story would never see the light of day, so zooming through the ending was a better option)
summary:Â a nervous breath then escaped his lungs before he uttered, âyou do know what kind of massage this is, right?â to which you only blinked back at him all the same, none of your shock evaporation at his words, âyou know that Iâm here to give you more than just a regular massage?â
warnings: massage therapist!bucky barnes x reader, smut, sex worker!bucky, bucky doesn't have the metal arm in this one, thinking that your friend just signed you up for a normal massage but then it turns out to be an erotic one, kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, fingering, toys, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration
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With a hand tangled up in one of the ties of the robe you wore, you answered your front door after finally hearing the bells chime.
âHi,â a soft smile swiftly warmed up the features of the man standing on the other side of the threshold, âare you miss Y/l/n?â
âYeah, I am,â a tingle of nerves flickered through your body as your gaze washed over him, âyou must be the masseuse.â
Why did he have to be so attractive? If it was this difficult to remember to breathe when he was standing completely out of your reach, then how were you going to survive a guy such as him touching you?
Following your gaze down to the folded-up table he carried, he nodded, âguilty,â before setting down the duffle bag he clutched in his other hand and extended it for you to grasp, âmy name is Bucky.â
âBucky,â you briefly shook it, ânice to meet you.â
âYou too,â the touch faded, and he bent down to pick the supplies back up, âso, where should I set up?â
âOh, in here, in the living room,â you gestured behind you and shifted to the side for him to enter. As he set up everything, you stayed at the perimeter and felt your heartbeat thump behind your ribcage, âis it weird that Iâm a bit nervous?â you then quietly asked.
Briefly pausing his actions as he unfurled the massage table, he cast a glance your way.
âItâs not weird at all, itâs okay,â he stated in a calm tone, âbut I assure you, this is a completely safe space, youâre in good hands.â
âI justâ, this wasnât exactly my idea, or even at all,â your hands fiddle further with the terrycloth tie around your waist as you began to ramble, âNat, my friend, she told me that I needed to relax, so she booked this appointment for me as a treat. I donât even know what it is she signed me up for, if it was just like a little five-minute long thing or what.â
âOh no, she signed you up for the full package, 90 minutes.âÂ
âReally?â your eyebrows rose, âwow, thatâs amazing.â
Once the table was set up and he rummaged through the bag for a towel as well as other supplies, his low timbre filled the room once more.
âSo, before we start, Iâd just like to ask if thereâs anything off limits to you, anything you donât like or that youâre not interested in? Or perhaps something in particular youâd like today?â
âUh, I donât think so,â your eyes narrowed slightly as you thought, quickly scanning through your body to get a good sense, âyou can just be as rough with me as you want.â
âAlright, you like it rough, good to know,â you felt yourself suck in a silent breath at the way the phrase fell from his lips, âyou ready to begin?â
âYep,â you swallowed, hoping he didnât notice how flustered he seemed to make you.Â
He then lifted up the ivory sheets heâd sprawled out on the plush bench and held it up high, giving you a smidge of privacy as you dropped your robe to a nearby armchair, before laying down on the table and feeling the cotton drape over you.Â
As you layed there on your stomach with your face comfortably nestled in the little nook, you sensed Bucky adjust the fabric, folding it down so that your entire back was exposed.Â
A dull click found your ears as he pumped some oil into his palm. The very first touch conjured a brisk breath to fill your lungs as his hands slid along your spine, spreading the slickness around.Â
Though when you finally managed to force yourself to relax into his touch, a soft moan slipped from your lips as his meticulous grip found a muscle particularly sore.
âSorry,â you timidly apologized for the sound.Â
But he simply zeroed in on the very spot that had made you groan and said, âdonât apologize, whatever bubbles up, please let it out.â
Your lips stayed half parted as his touch dug deeper, âit just feels really good right there...â
âYeah, you seem to be holding a lot of tension in your back, especially right here between your shoulder blades.â
âProbably all the time on the couch,â you let out a pitiful chuckle, âI just kept on getting into uncomfortable positions and then stayed like that. Which, funnily enough, is pretty symbolic of how I ended up there in the first place, stuffing my face with Ben and Jerryâs and binging the most depressing of romcoms.â
âBad breakup?â he guessed.Â
âI donât think you can call it a break-up if you never really were together in the first place,â you let out a sigh. Yet again had you fallen for a guy whoâd turned out to be a complete and utter asshole, âmen are just pigs,â you spat out, âno offence.â
âOh, none taken,â he uttered, âyou know, itâs actually very common for people to get this particular treatment after something like that.â
âReally? Your touch is on the same level as bawling your eyes out to Joni Mitchell?â you jested, âwell, now Iâm really happy that I let my friend talk me into this.â
Soon, when his touch had kneaded every inch of your back, it faded away and reappeared lower on your frame as you then felt him fold the sheet up to expose your legs, letting the thin fabric only drape across and cover the curve of your bottom.Â
Once his touch had soothingly wandered up the length of your legs and as his broad palms dented your slightly parted thighs, you nearly didnât notice through the trance-like state youâd drifted off to when his reach crept close enough to your core to feel the heat radiating off it. A gasp parted your lips as his fingers briefly ghosted against the very outside of your puff before retreating back down your thigh.Â
âIs it alright if remove this for a bit?â he then asked as you felt his hand clutch the sliver of modesty that remained.Â
âOh, uhm,â you fought to comprehend his question through the haze youâd slipped into, both the haze of relaxation, though maybe more predominately the haze of sin, which was most likely what had swayed you to utter, âsure,â trying your best to stay calm as he removed the sheet completely.Â
It became a difficult task to keep your quiet noises at bay and have them not seep through your heavy breath as he then began to massage the soft peak of your butt.Â
You tried to remind yourself that it was the biggest muscle on the human body and thereby completely normal to be treated in this manner, but that truth would have been easier to swallow if it had been a less attractive specimen touching you in such a way.Â
Eventually, Buckyâs lavish rubs came to spread you apart with each repetitive motion, surely granting himself a perfect view of just how mortifyingly wet youâd become.Â
As he let his broad thumbs dig into your sitting points, you told yourself it was the slipperiness of the oil that caused his fingers to sweep closer to your core and not your own nectar that had leaked down towards his touch.Â
It felt so good that your hips unconsciously tilted up and into his touch, as his thumbs slid close enough to caress your outer lips, nearly capturing them in a gentle pinch.Â
You didnât know how long it took, how long you essentially grinded into him as if you were in heat, but eventually, you snapped out of your fog and realized just where his fingers were.Â
âU-uh⊠w-what are you doing?â your frame jumped slightly at the realization.
âDo you not like this?â his touch paused, though didnât retreat.Â
âWhyâ, uhmâŠâ you nearly panted, âyouâre just very close to somewhere else.â
And when he simply uttered, âyeah, I know,â in an almost amused and cocky tone. You swiftly propped yourself up onto your arms and glared back at him, successfully prompting him to rip his hands away.
Snatching the sheet back over your frame as you scrambled to a seat, you stared back at him in utter shock, âIâm sorry, but are you actually trying to sleep with me right now?â
His brows furrowed slightly as he blinked back at you, seemingly confused at your outburst, âIâm just doing my job.â
âIâve had massages before, that was notâ⊠that right there was something else. That was not you doing your job, that was your hands being persuaded by your dick.â
A nervous breath then escaped his lungs before he uttered, âyou do know what kind of massage this is, right?â to which you only blinked back at him all the same, none of your shock evaporation at his words, âyou know that Iâm here to give you more than just a regular massage?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âOh boy, Iâm sorry, I thought you knewâŠâ his glance fell to the floor as he then began to enlighten, âwell, the lotus wellness center, where I work, specializes in the blend of not just physical and mental health, but also sexual health and satisfaction. An erotic massage, like the one you were signed up for, is one of the many services we offer.â
Your eyes had grown as wide as saucers during his explanation, âo-ohâŠâ
âI totally understand if you wanna stop, if youâre not interested.â
âIââŠâ you tried to make heads or tails of the situation you found yourself in, âso you were gonnaâ, what? Fuck me?â
âI was gonna try and make you feel good, help you relax and unwind. You were signed up for the aurelia treatment which would involve me using my hands to pleasure you, as well as whatever toys you might be interested in.â
âToys?â
âYes, I have a generous collection with me,â he briefly gestured back to the duffle bag resting on the couch.Â
âOkay, uhmâŠâ one of your palms came down to brush over your features as you fought to comprehend it all.
âDo you want me to pack up and go?â you heard him ask.Â
Slowly, ever so slowly, before you even realized it was moving, you shook your head. Letting your gaze flutter back up to find his, you exhaled lowly, âfuckâŠâ
âI can also just give you a completely traditional massage if thatâs what you want.â
ââŠand if I wanna try the other thing?â you nearly whispered.Â
âDo you?â Â
âIââŠâ you tried to speak, though couldnât find the words and ended up just hazily nodding back at him.Â
âAlright,â he gently mirrored the nod that still faintly rocked your head, âI wonât do anything youâre not comfortable with, I promise. You just say the word, okay?â
âOkay,â you breathed, shivering slightly at the tingle of goosebumps that spread across your flesh.Â
The way he held your gaze a moment longer before shifting it to the massage table you still sat upon made you feel as if you might melt off it entirely.
âLay back down,â he faintly nodded to the bench.Â
Your eyes stayed glued on him long after you now layed sprawled out on your back.Â
Letting his touch graze the sheet you still absentmindedly clutched to your chest, he asked, âdo you wanna keep this on?â
âNo,â you shook your head faintly, âyou can remove it.â
âOkay,â he gently peeled the fabric off of you, âjust say if you get cold, alright?â
âMhm,â you hummed, still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fantasy you found yourself in.Â
He began by working at your arms, tenderly spreading some oil across them and massaging down the length of them, one at a time, till his skilful fingers descended to work at your palms. It nearly felt as if he was merely holding your hand before he tossed you into the deep end with how intimate the simple beginning sensed.Â
You couldnât command your gaze to leave his visage as you traced his every move as if he was made of stardust.Â
When his warmth let go of your hand, he reached for the bottle of oil that didnât have a pump and unscrewed the top. Your bottom lip got caught by your teeth as he then poured a bit out over your stomach, curving the s-waves of droplets all the way up and across your boobs, dripping over your pebbly nipples as they stared back at him.Â
As Bucky began to rub it in, he first stared softly down at your belly before swooping up, only to skip over your tits entirely and instead yanking a disappointed whimper from your lungs as he then commenced massaging your shoulders.Â
You felt a bit lightheaded as you blinked up at him, all tall and broad, looming above your head and digging his warm touch into the base of your neck.Â
Though when his rough palms finally did swoop down to caress your soft peaks, he quietly checked in, âthis okay?â to which you simply nodded your head, eyebrows knitting together at the intenseness of the built-up anticipation.
Your entire chest cage heaved beneath his touch as he finally massaged your boobs, even occasionally fleeting away to ghost across your nipples, only to capture them in a pinch the next moment.Â
You felt as if you were floating down a calm stream, letting the river of sin take you somewhere new and wonderful.Â
Eventually, his broad palms swept up and down your form, though each time his reach dared to near your core, he barely touched you at all, missing entirely the spots that throbbed for attention, which of course only caused the sensation to deepen and render you even more desperate from his teasing.Â
When he then shifted to stand to the side of the patted table, his deep voice washed over you once more as his touch stayed warm against your skin.
âEverything okay so far?â
âYeahâŠâ you hummed as you lazily blinked up at him, and the soft smile that curved your lips caused a similar one to bloom upon his own.Â
His slow stride then carried him further down till his fingers began to dent the softness of your thighs.Â
After heâd made your eyes flutter at the way he worked at the muscles in your legs, focusing on one thigh at a time, slowing working his way up till his fingertips stretched to dizzily brush against your outermost petals, it was then, that his sweeps grew and blossomed till one fleeting tease to your centre morphed into more as he kept coming back, each fluttering time slowly transforming till the maddening pets had become everything youâd dreamed of.
Soft whimpers flowed out of your lungs as he gently folded each of your legs up by your sides and cracked you wide open for him. Â
As he gazed down at you with such intensity youâd never experienced before, it only took one step for him to change his angle and stand tall next to your hips.Â
Letting his palms run up your inner thighs, the edges of each of his broad thumbs then met and joined on either side of your pussy as he captured it in a light pinch, making you moan softly, âfuckâŠ.â as his touch rolled your clit through your glistening puff.Â
You nearly didnât catch it because of how hard your own pants were, but Buckyâs own breaths had picked up as well and with a few stray curses seeping through his teeth as he continued to pluck at the strings of your pleasure.Â
But then, before you could truly lose yourself to the ecstasy you felt flicking in your periphery, his hands slipped away, a smirk fast on his lips as a whine escaped you and he returned his attention to the rest of your body. Though thankfully, his torture only carried on a short moment before he finally granted you the first of many treats.
âOh, yeah,â you couldnât help but moan as he rubbed your clit and carried you over the peak.Â
âRight there?â he leaned down closer to you as he kept up his pace, his free hand coming to rest right beside your head as he loomed over you.Â
âYeah,â you breathlessly panted as your body trembled beneath his touch.Â
âYeah?â he huskily echoed, nearly sharing your breath as he drew out your orgasm for as long as he could, and even as your body began to squirm at the sensitivity that swiftly set in, his touch never left you, only lightened to make it bearable and tickle you back from the high.Â
He studied your features fiercely as his fingers then came down to tease your entrance.Â
âHow about this?â your leaky hole swallowed up the two digits he swiftly filled it with, âhowâs that? Is that what you want?â
âOh fuck!â your back briefly arched and lifted you off the table, closer to him for but a moment as sloppy sounds of your want echoed at the slow rhythm he played you at.Â
âOr do you need a little more maybe?â he sneaked another finger inside, âhuh?â his frame then bent down till you could feel his hot breath fan across your face, âwhat do you want? You want something more to make you feel good right here?â his fingers slid back out of your pussy and fluttered up till they found your puffy pearl, âor here?â he briefly soared back down to plug up your cunt once more, but only offered you one messily rock before his digits slipped back out and drifted down much further than you expected, âor maybe even here?â you let out a gasp as the slick pads of his fingers glided over your little rosebud.Â
âIâ, Iâ,â you struggled to answer him, feeling so foggy that you might just fall off the table, âfuckâŠâÂ
âI have any toy you could dream of with me,â he purred as your grip found his shirt for support, âso, what do you want?â
âI wantâ, I wantââ
âWhat?â he pushed as he continued to stare down into your eyes.Â
And as blinked back at him, only one wish came to mind, one that you timidly whispered, ây-youâŠâ
But as fear began to prickle at your nerves, they all dissipated as the masseuse wasnât offended at all, your words somehow conjuring a dazzled smile to appear upon his lip before he then chuckled warmly, âroll over for me.â
You nearly gave yourself whiplash from the hast you tried to fulfil his command.        Â
As he soon kneeled down to be on level with where your head was now twisted and resting on its side, his hand drifted up for you to spot the dildo clutched in his grasp.Â
Handing it off to your flicking fingers, his touch briefly lingered on your cheek, stroking it softly as he said, âthen pretend this is me, will you? Get it nice and sloppy for me.â
When you began to plant pecks across the silicon, your eyes shadowed him as far as they could as he straightened back up and walked back far enough to disappear from your sight, only for you to know where heâd gone to once you felt his mouth begin to devour you whole.Â
It became difficult to concentrate on the task heâd given you, so much so that he had to remind you each time his lavish tongue buried between your legs caused your own to forget itself.Â
Arching your ass further up towards his efforts, he tilted away from your drooling cunt and instead nipped up till he lapped against your other hole.Â
âOh, that feels really good,â you moaned around the dildo as you tried to catch a glimpse of him, though only saw the edge of one of his hands and they dented your bottom.Â
âYeah?â he let a dollop of spit drop to your rosebud before he nudged the pad of a thumb against it, âyou like having this little hole played with?â
âUh-huh,â you nodded, then watched as he momentarily dipped away to snatch up a butt plug from the zipped-open treasure trove his bag was.Â
Once the toy was snugly buried within your little ass, he snatched the dildo out of your mouth and a string of your drool chased the silicone as he brought it back to tap against the sloppy petals of your pussy.Â
It didnât take very long after heâd begun to fuck you with the toy that you tumbled over the edge once more, making you that much more malleable when he yanked at your legs and manhandled you down to the bottom of the bench till your unsteady feet were once again on the floor and he had you bent over the table like a needy whore.Â
That was also when your weak pleas began to bubble out, begging for him to fill you up with something other than a toy.Â
Even though you couldnât see his face, you swore you heard a tinge of astonishment in his tone when he asked you to clarify, making sure it really was him that had you begging and not just the way he made you feel.Â
Though once you finally managed to convey the sincerity of your words and convince him of the way he and not just the acts he was performing, drove you wild, it was in the middle of chasing your next high that he broke his pattern and traded out the dildo with his own hard cock.Â
A low moan seeped across your spine as he buried his length completely and let himself melt down against your back. Letting himself savour the sweetness of your warmth clenching around his fat girth, it took him a while before he finally began to move and soon found a steady pace that had your toes curling against the floorboards.Â
His fingers gently dug into the soreness still remaining all down your back as his hips repeatedly collided with the plush of your ass in desperate thrusts. Though as his digits worked their way down the length of your spine, they eventually found the little plug that still remained in your ass.Â
Teasingly twisting the toy, you thought that was everything he had planned, though all of those fantasies fluttered away when he suddenly yanked the small plug out and switched it with the bigger toy still firm in his grasp, your little hole only managing to wink up at him before he stuffed it full once more.Â
You lost track of the amount of times he made you cum as the remainder of the intense dance became a bit of a blur. At one point he had you flipped around and lying on your back, gasping up at him as he folded you in half and nearly broke the massage table beneath you from how hard his deep strokes were. At the next, the dildo he drove you mad with was traded out with his own fat cock and he conjured a vibrating wand to hold against your puffy clit as he watched your pussy leak from the bliss. But at the end, once you were nothing more than a puddle on the table, his load painted against your tits as he let his frame drape down atop of yours, a hazy question left your lips.
âIs that usually how that goes?â you asked as you both panted, plastered against one another.Â
Raising himself up only enough for his eye to catch your own, he uttered sincerely, ânoâŠâ and his gaze flickered down towards your lips, âno, it is notâŠâ before he let himself give you the thing you hadnât dared to request. The kiss was so sweet it nearly caused you to forget the sinful acts youâd just wrapped up.
a/n: asdfghjkl I have been writing this since january...... wow. it's never taken me that long to write a story before... also I made a quick student bio about the majority of the people in this story, so if you wanna start off by looking at that, then here is the link âĄ
summary:Â Â just a slutty murder mystery
warnings:Â reader x various CEvans characters (Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Frank Adler, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen), DARK content, noncon, smut, violence, university AU, murder mystery, detective!Ari, family friend!Ari, mma!Curtis (I just couldn't resist), surely extremely inaccurate on all levels (the college stuff, the investigation, everything, but this is just for fun so it's okay. lol I got the frat name from fantasynamegenerators.com hehe), polyamory, kissing, alcohol consumption, crying, drugging, murder, somno, daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, penetrative sex, size kink, vomiting, flashback sequences are written in all cursive
word count:Â 11.100
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Walking up the steps of the Kappa Zeta Nu building, you pulled your humming ear pods out of your ears and popped them in the jacket pocket where your phone rested. If it hadnât been for the big Greek letters above and its proximity to the college, the fraternity house could almost fool someone into thinking it was just any other regular suburban home.Â
Giving the front door a rhythmic knock, it quickly swung open to reveal a scruffy-looking mathematics major, still groggy from sleep.Â
âMorning Frank,â you couldnât help but notice the spark in his eye that your presence generated.Â
âAngel,â your nickname sounded so good on his sleepy lips, making you smile as he gave you a quick glance up and down, âhow do you look like that this early in the morning?âÂ
Walking past him, further into the house, you chuckled, â8:30 is not that early.â
âUm, on a Saturday it is.âÂ
Thanks to the open floor plan, you quickly caught sight of Jake sitting by the kitchen island, scarfing down a bowl of cereal.Â
âHey!â the blonde smiled, mouth still full of his breakfast, âIâm guessing by the gorgeous look on your face that you made it through last night?â
âYep,â you exhaled, thinking back on the major cram session you had to power through in order to meet the paperâs deadline. The lengthy assignment for your cognitive psychology class had been so extensive that it probably hadnât been that smart of you to keep procrastinating it the way that you had, but somehow you got it done, âturned it in just in time.âÂ
âAtta girl,â the computer whiz reached over the counter to give you a high five, âI knew you could do it!â
âSpeaking of yesterday,â yours and Jakeâs fingers lingered a moment before parting ways, âhowâs our boy doing? Did he make it through last night?â
Appearing behind you, still sweaty and panting from his morning run, Steve answered your question, evidently catching the tail end of the conversation just as he came in through the door, âCurtis is doing just fine,â he leaned against one of the counters, catching his breath, âbetter than fine actually, he won.âÂ
âHe did?â a bright smile bloomed on your face, âman, I wish I could have been thereâŠâ you were usually so strict about being there for important things, such as Curtisâ occasional MMA fights, but because of your procrastinated schoolwork, you hadnât been able to tag along. âItâs all Lloydâs fault, you know. He did the whole oh yeah, we can have a little study date, get that paper done, no sweat, and then distracted me, leaving me with all of the work to get through yesterday.â Â
âYou wanna turn the faucets on down here, give his shower an icy turn as revenge?â Jake suggested, fiddling with his spoon playfully.Â
âNah, Iâll just give him the cold shoulder for a bit,â you settled your forearms against the countertop, unintentionally giving the guys a better view down your top, âhe hates it when I ignore him.â
âHe sure does,â Jakes drawled, nearly dropping his utensil into the milky bowl as he unabashedly stared down your cleavage.Â
Biting your bottom lip a second, you returned to the matter at hand, âis he up yet?â
âCurtis?â Steve clarified, opening the fridge and plucking out a cold bottle of water.Â
âYeah.â
âNope,â Frank shook his head behind you, âheâs still sleeping.â
Only pushing yourself halfway up, you asked âcan I go see him?â slightly taking the others by surprise.Â
âWhen have you even needed permission to go barge into his room?â Frank questioned.
âI donât knowâŠâ you muttered, glancing down at the speckled pattern of the counter's surface, âmaybe heâs got company or somethingâŠâ
âAngel,â Steve leaned over the opposite side of the table, craning his neck so that he could catch your timid eyes, âhe is not gonna go pick up some random girl just because you miss one of his fights.â
Bowing your head, you opted not to answer, instead just attempted to shake the doubt off you entirely.Â
In a bouncy rocking motion, you straitened back up and moved towards the stairs, two of the guys tagging along as they too needed to head upstairs.Â
âSo,â you glanced over your shoulder at Frank and Steve, âhowâs Ransom settling in?â
âThe new guy?â Steve spoke, âfine, I think. I donât know, I donât speak trust fund kid, so how would I know.â
âI donât think heâs that bad⊠Shouldnât we at least try to include him in our little group? It just seems kinda mean not to since weâre so tight and you all live with him,â reaching the top of the stairs, you heard, from the bathroom directly in front of you, the trickling clues of Lloydâs luxurious shower, and briefly glanced down at the far end of the hall where the new guyâs closed door was, his vast room mirroring Steveâs at the opposite side, though his was much more secluded from the rest, being closed in by the injection of both the broad staircase and the bathroom before the cluster of rooms came. âLike you said, you donât know him yet, he might be super sweet and just takes a bit of time to warm up to people.â
âMaybe,â was all Frank cagily, not giving it any more thought.Â
Coming to a stop in front of Curtisâ door, you slowly creaked it open, revealing the sleeping display of a bruised buzzcut, still lightly snoring on his back.
âJesus christ,â you breathed and leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, taking in the beaten form of your friend, âyou sure he won?â you asked the men still lingering a second longer, peeking over your shoulder into the room.
âYeah, you donât wanna see the other guy,â Frank gave your behind a quick tap before ducking into his own room.Â
Turning your head to look at Steve, himself leisurely making his way down towards the room at the end of the hall, âyou sure heâs fine?âÂ
Stopping in his step, he offered you an earnest glance, âheâs fine, Y/n. Go wake him up.â
After shutting the door behind you, you peeled off your jacket and let it drop down onto the desk chair you passed on your way towards the small mattress. Kicking off your shoes, you climbed the twin bed, kneeling beside your resting friend.
âWake up,â you sang, dipping your smile down low to rouse Curtis. Receiving a less than lively reaction, only getting a soft inhale of breath as an indication that heâd woken, you tried again, swinging one of your legs over his form to straddle his hips, âhey, tough guy,â you felt his palms slide up the curve of your ass and come to rest around your waist, âyou alive?â
Just barely fluttering his bruised eyelids open, a bright smile bloomed on his lips, âhi angel,â he sighed contently at your presence, blinking up at your softly illuminated form as the gentle morning light streamed in through his open window, the family of birds living in the tree just outside aiding in the gentle ambience.Â
âA little birdy told me that you won last night,â you let your upper body sink down against his, resting your chin on top of your folded palms, right underneath his chin.
âI did,â you saw as the sting of his various injuries woke him up even further, âalthough I still would have preferred if my good luck charm had been there instead of doing boring homework.âÂ
âOh, please donât make me feel any worse,â you hid your face in his chest, âI already feel like I have too much making up to do.â
âOh yeah?â he picked your head up for you to see the sly smirk now adorning his face, âwhat did you have in mind?â
âI donât know,â you spoke shyly, feeling your cheeks flush as the position the two of you had found yourself in dawned on you, âI just really wanted to have been there,â and you sat back up, wary of where you placed your hands for support on his beaten frame.Â
âAh,â he waved a reassuring hand, âyouâll be at the next one.â
âOh, I will,â you grinned promisingly, scooting down to the foot of the bed as you watched him sit up, the duvet falling off his body to relieve the rest of the colourful aftermath, âa simple assignment wonât be able to stop me,â your enthusiasm made him smile through the wince he let out as he got up off the mattress.
Tailing after Curtis as he moved out into the hall and made his way down towards the lavatory, you suggested as you followed him into the bathroom, âwe should totally do something to celebrate your win! Itâs the weekend, we should do something fun!â
Standing by one of the sinks, Lloyd, fresh out of the shower, didnât take his eyes off his hair in the reflection as you sauntered in. As Curtis grabbed his toothbrush, he leaned down and whispered cheekily in your ear, âI know a way we can celebrate, just the two of us,â flashing you a glance that caused your breath to get caught in your throat.Â
Cutting off your flustered giggle, Lloyd spoke, âthereâs supposed to be a party tonight down on the other side of campus. Me and a few of the others were talking about going.âÂ
âOh, the one Delta Phi is throwing? Natâs going to that! Said something this morning about meeting the guy sheâs been seeing there.â
âWhat-, guy?â Lloyd finally ripped his eyes away from the mirror, âwhat happened to that yoga chick?â
âI donât know, I think she was moving a little bit too fast for Natashaâs speed,â you spoke of your commitment-phobe of a roommate. Saddling up beside the fighter now brushing his teeth, you said, âso, what do you say?â bumping your hip gently against his as you saw him look back at you in the mirror, âit could be fun.â
Pretending to ponder the proposal, Curtis answered, âif you put on a pretty little dress, then I might be convinced to go,â the foaming toothpaste lightly murmuring his flirting.
ââŠItâs always the innocent-looking ones youâve gotta look out for,â Ransom spoke over the loud, bassy music to the moustachioed man next to him on the couch, âand this little charade youâve all got going on must be a hell of a good time,â he elbowed him suggestively, though didnât conjure the desired reaction from him, âoh, come on, you can tell me, dude. Just help a brother out with a few details.â
âI wouldnât know,â Lloyd shrugged with a smirk and took a sip of his beer.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
Huffing out a soft sigh, he answered, âsheâs an amazing girl, donât get me wrong, but she just has a few rules.â
âWhat, like some bdsm kinda rules?â Ransomâs eyebrows wiggled excitedly.Â
âNo, man,â he tried not to chuckle at the yearned-for images his inappropriate guess provoked, âback when we met her she-⊠her heart was fucking broken and there wasnât a lot of stuff that she wanted to do anymore, that she felt comfortable with, but over time, I guess when she started getting over whomever that fucker was, she began to relax and let us in.â
âSo, youâre really saying you havenât hit that yet?â the prying man furrowed his brows, unmoved by the sob story.Â
âNone of us have.â
âThen are those stories about you banging her last week just rumours?â
âNo, no, well not exactly, we did have fun, trust me,â he chuckled, poking his cheek playfully with his tongue, âbut I didnât exactly bang her.â
âSo, let me get this right, youâre all mad for her and she hasnât given out? To any of you? What, is she still a virgin or something? Waiting for marriage?â
âI donât think so,â Llyod thought for a moment, âbut it kinda wouldnât surprise me either if she was⊠I donât know⊠itâs kinda complicated, but damn if she isnât worth it.â
Letting out a low exhale, he shook his head, âI donât know how you stand it, dude. If she was mine, she wouldnât be able to walk. Hell, how do you even share someone like her?âÂ
âWell, I donât know if sheâs mine per se, we all just have fun, you know? Why not share?â
âHey,â your chipper voice interrupted their lewd convocation as you finally caught sight of them on the dark leather couch in the corner of the party, âthere you are,â and immediately grabbed each of their hands in yours, âcome on,â you leaned your weight back, ushering them to get up, âweâre doing shots in the kitchen!â
âSeriously, Barnes? Watch where youâre going!â Ransom exclaimed as the host of the party had rowdily bumped into the rich boy on his way through the narrow kitchen, causing the bright pink shot in his hand to spill all down the front of his white sweater, âthis is cashmere, dude!â he yelled after Buckyâs quickly disappearing form, clearly not haven noticed the interaction himself over the deafening music and his drunken haze.
âOh my god,â you gasped, noticing the huge stain now blooming on the man beside you, âare you okay?â the sharp alcohol still stung in your throat causing your words to come out ragged.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â he stared down at himself, then over his shoulder in contemplation of whether or not he should run after the guy in pursuit of revenge, âthis sweater however is not.â
As your eyes washed over the ivory knit, watching it soak up the colourful cocktail, you thought out loud as an idea struck you, âwell, maybeâŠâ and acted quickly, grabbing the manâs hand, âcome with me,â you yanked him past the rest of your jovial friends and down the hallway towards the small bathroom.
Catching on to where your head was at, Ransom spoke after crossing the threshold, âY/n, this is very sweet, but I donât know if it will work.â
âJust shut up and take it off,â you held out your hand, too blind by your inebriated problem-solving instincts to consider any other outcome.
Gazing back at you a moment, he then chuckled and tugged the sweater over his head with one hand, your eyes widening as he placed the item in your waiting palm, it haven apparently been the only layer he had on.
âThank you,â you breathed, dumbfounded for a second as you stared at his bare chest, briefly admiring his toned form before shaking it off and spinning around to turn on the sink. Holding the stained material against the slowly trickling cold water, you pressed and pinched the spot gently in an effort to not agitate the delicate fibres. âI swear, Iâm always the worst at spilling stuff on myself, Iâm like a child, plus the fact that Iâm a knitter, so not to promise anything, but Iâd say youâre in pretty good hands.â
He didnât say anything, simply settled in beside you, leaning against the edge of the sink as he watched your face contort in adorable concentration.Â
âOh, dammitâŠâ you gave up after a few minutes of gentle scrubbing. Turning the faucet off, you held the sweater up and looked at the, although lighter, still very much visible pink stain, âwell at least itâs a little bit better than before,â you tried, flashing the half-naked man an apologetic look, âmaybe if I soak it a bit itâll get better, but-â
âHey,â Ransom placed his fingers atop yours still clutching the wool, âitâs fine,â he lowered your hands as he leaned in and closed the gap between you two, his alcoholic breath fanning across your flush cheeks as he uttered a quiet, âthank you,â before unexpectedly pressing a greedy kiss against your lips.Â
Feeling his grip tug the sweater out of your hands, you instinctively pressed your palms against his chest for support as the whole move had made your intoxicated body lose its balance. His lips were soft, but his kisses were hungry, determinedly letting it build far faster than you were ready for.
You let out a soft giggle of surprise as he suddenly scooped you up and planted you on the edge of the sink, nestling himself in between your parted thighs, your short dress haven ridden up from the movement.
âSo, is this why they all call you angel?â he asked as his heated pecks fluttered down your neck, âbecause you swoop in and save the day?â
âI donât know if I do thatâŠâ you breathed timidly, the reality of what he was doing just catching up to you now.Â
âOh, but you do. You saved mine,â he smirked, âyouâre my hero,â you felt the tickle of his fingers as they snuck further up under your dress, âhowever can I repay you?âÂ
âI, um,â you giggled nervously, catching his wrists before they could get any further, pressing your lips against his in an effort to soften the blow as you thought of a gentle way to let him down, âI think that kiss by itself was a pretty good thank you,â you hopped down from the sink even though he made no effort in providing you room to do so.
Enclosing his arms around you as you giggly stumbled further towards the still-ajar door, he uttered, pressing the obvious tent in his pants up against your softness, âbut why stop there? I can do a lot better than that if you just give me five more minutes,â but the door conveniently swung open a bit more just as two familiar figures passed it.
âAngel!â Jake, completely blind to the man still clawing at you to stay inside the bathroom, hooked an arm around your waist and yanked you along as he and Frank jovially strolled past, âthere you are! Itâs almost 11 o'clock, please donât tell me that youâre bailing on Curtis and truly dooming him to lose to us.â
âI think Curtis would lose to you two in beer pong whether I am on his team or not,â you smiled, thankful of their timing, âyou guys are the reigning champions after all.â
âDamn right,â Frank roared, excitedly lifting his fist, âJ and F! F and J! Ainât nothing this duo canât accomplish.â
âWell, not everything,â you giggled, hooking your arms around their forms as they strolled on either side of you, their arms draped over you in return, âfor instance, youâre both terrible cooks.â
âShut up, angel,â Jake said playfully, âweâre unstoppable and you know it,â he stopped you in your tracks and trapped you against the wall, âsay it,â he smirked down at you as Frank, not missing a beat, slipped in as well, enclosing you completely, âsay that weâre unstoppable.â
Sucking in a sharp breath, you uttered, âyouâre unstoppable,â the sudden proximity awakening memories that made your heart flutter.Â
âGood girl,â he purred purposely, and a shiver ran down your spine as you recalled just how hot they both sounded cumming for you, a while back, when they had managed to talk you into playing with them both.Â
âYou guys are so mean,â you said light-heartedly.Â
âYeah,â Frank scrunched his nose through his warm smile, âbut you like it.â
Twirling you around the dancefloor, Lloyd had been the only one in the mood to satisfy your surge of energy when you came pouting, begging the boys to dance with you. Holding you close, his hands roamed as you rocked to the music, causing you to close your eyes and drift away.
âHey,â a different hand suddenly tapped you on the shoulder and tore you out of your dream, âI need to talk to you a sec.âÂ
Eyes fluttering open to look back at your redheaded roommate, you gave her a quick, âokay,â before raising yourself up onto your toes to speak into your dance partnerâs ear, âhey, Iâll be right back!â
âOkay,â he shouted back over the loud music, âIâll just go grab a drink, you want any?â
âPlease,â you reluctantly let go of his hand and yelled after him as you followed your friend through the swarm of partying people, âa beer, thanks!âÂ
Rounding the corner to settle into a comparatively quieter nook, you tugged your wild hair behind your ears as you looked back at Natasha, âwhatâs up?â
Biting her lip, she spoke, âyou love me, right?â
âWell, obviously, Iâm about to get down on one knee and everything,â you joked, âwhat is it?â
âCan I have the room tonight?â she asked with a small winch, knowing damn well how frequent this request was.Â
âSeriously?â your eyebrows shot up, âagain?â
âPlease?â she folded her hands dramatically in front of her and begged.Â
Letting out a soft sigh, you said slowly, âif you buy me that super good chocolate with the blue wrapper that they sell down on the corner, then-â
âOh my god,â she cut you off and threw her arms around you, âthank you, thank you, thank you!â
âYouâre the worst roommate ever, you know that?â you smiled, patting her back.Â
âAnd you are the best, a true saint! Me and my sex life pray at your altar.â
âYeah, yeah,â you chuckled, playfully pushing her away, âgo on then, get laid.â
Returning to find that Lloyd had settled in with the rest of the guys, taking up all of the clustered couches, you put on your best miserable expression as he handed you your beer, âguys,â you dramatically caught their attention, âI have some really devastating news to tell youâŠâ faking the need to suck in a self-soothing breath before uttering, âtonight, on this very night, I am homeless!â
âOh no!â they played along, giggling as you pressed the back of your hand up against your forehead.Â
âI know! Whatever am I to do? If only some big, strong, handsome boys would let me crash at their fratâŠâ
Clutching onto Curtisâ broad shoulders as he gave you a piggyback ride back to the frat, you all laughed at Jake and Frankâs terrible, lewd rendition of the schoolâs fight song. If Lloyd had been here, if his stamina hadnât forced him to stay out and enjoy the night a little longer, he would have probably not only joined in, but led the tune, waking up everyone in the dorms you passed.Â
âSo,â Ransom smirked as you all tumbled in through the destinated front door, âwho will have the pleasure of bunking with you tonight?â
âI, uh,â you giggled as Curtis sat you down, your shoes clutched in your hand, âI donât knowâŠâ
âYou can sleep in my room if you want,â Steve offered generously, âIâll just sleep down here on the couch.â
âReally? Are you sure? Because I can just sleep down here on the couch, itâs fine.â
âNo, no,â he waved a hand reassuringly, âyouâve had way more to drink tonight than I have, so you should really take the room closest to the bathroom, just in case.â
Smiling widely, you stumbled over and wrapped your arms around his bulky form, âthank you, Steve,â breathing in his scent as you smooshed your face into his t-shirt, âyouâre the best.â
âYou wanna borrow a shirt to sleep in?â Curtis asked, reaching out a quick arm to steady you as you lost your balance on your way towards the wide staircase. Â
âOh, yeah,â you offered him a fuzzy smile, both the alcohol and the hour causing your eyelids to feel like they weighed a ton, âthat would be great.âÂ
Getting settled into the comparatively more private bedroom located next to the stairs, the bathroom too separating it from the rest of the doors clustered down the narrow hallway, you lazily changed into the t-shirt Curtis soon handed off to you, tugging it over your dress before sliding your party outfit off underneath the grey cotton, keeping yourself somewhat covered purely because you didnât wanna end the conversation you and the rest of the boys were trying to wrap up.
âAlright, we should probably let the lady sleep,â Steve spoke, watching closely as every time you blinked, your eyes gradually stayed closed just a little longer, nearly falling asleep against Curtisâ broad shoulder.
âNo, no,â you protested, inhaling sharply in an effort to wake up more, âIâm just resting my eyesâŠâ
âRight,â Frank chuckled as they all got up from their comfy seat on the mattress, being too tired to fight it, Curtis gently helped you lay down, tugging the duvet over your curled-up form.
âHey,â Ransom poked his head into the room as the rest began to filter out, âI thought you might like this,â you were surprised to see him have a small glass of water in his hand for you. Not simply placing it on the bedside table by your head, he kneeled down next to you and held it out, âhere,â expecting for you to take it, âI swear, chugging a glass of water helps with the hangover,â sliding his free palm under your head to raise it up.
âThank you,â you smiled wearily as you slowly accepted it and raised it up towards your lips.Â
Noticing that you were only taking a small sip, his fingers found the bottom of the glass and pressed it up further, âall of it,â he tilted it for you to down it all, âor else it doesnât work.âÂ
Coughing lightly as you lowed the now empty glass, it left an odd taste in your mouth, though you just summed it up to be the handiwork of some of the strong beverages you had consumed during the night working its way up again.Â
âThanks, Ransom,â you groggily patted his cheek, âyouâre so sweet.âÂ
His eyes flickering over your tired face, smooshed against the pillow, he smirked, âgoodnight,â got back up and strolled out past Curtis still lingering in the doorway, arms crossed and watching over you like a guard dog.Â
âNight,â you quietly called out after him as you saw his frame disappear towards the furthest room down the hallway. Redirecting your attention back to your friend, you hummed, âgo to bed, Curt. You gotta still be super sore from last night.â
âItâs not that bad.â
âOh, so youâre just gonna stand there all night, fall asleep on your feet and act as my sleep paralysis demon for the night?â you joked with half-closed eyes.Â
A small laugh bubbled out of him as he finally moved, âsleep well, angel,â he uncrossed his arms and reached out for the doorknob to tug it closed.Â
âGoodnight, Curtis,â you snuggled further into the pillow as you felt sleep overtake you like a wave crashing the shore, adding absentmindedly under your breath, âlove you.â
âHmmâŠâ you hazily blinked your heavy lids open, roused by the pinching pressure between your thighs. Looking up at the dimly lit figure, you mumbled fuzzily, âw-what?â unsure if this was real life or a dream as the whole bed spun beneath you and you felt like you were floating.Â
âShh, go back to sleep, angel,â Ransomâs grunt pierced your ears as his palm pressed over the bottom half of your face, silencing any words you might speak, âItâs alright, daddyâs got you,â a shy cry vibrated against his hand as you felt him rock against you, finally noticing fully the unexpected sensation of his thick girth stretching you out, âjust be a good girl and lay right there, let me have a little slice of heaven.â
Keeping your exhausted legs spread wide apart, his determined hips acting as a door stop, he moaned quietly, âfuck, it really did do the trick,â he looked down at your dazed form, awake enough to be present for him, but unknowingly sedated enough for you not to fight back, âalmost a shame you wonât be able to remember any of this in the morning,â he slid his hand down to squeeze your throat, pinching your rapid pulse and making the world even more blurry, âlook at you, fucking out like a perfect little doll. You wanna be doll, huh? My own personal little fucktoy?â
Fighting to keep your eyes open, your whole body rocked at his movements as he frantically picked up his pace, selfishly pounding into you, melting on top of you and pressing your sedated body further into the bed.Â
âYou know, I barely needed to touch you a second before you soaked my fingers, you clearly want this as much as I do,â he tightened his grip on your throat, âyou need this, you need me,â stifled moans flowed from his lips as he unmercifully pounded into you, scratching his own vile itch, âpoor you, none of your boyfriends ever touch you properly. Thatâs just what you need, isnât it?â he mocked as your fluttering cunt tried to squeeze him out, expelling him from your body, âyou just need your tight little pussy to be stretched out? Just need some good dick? Donât worry, angel,â you vaguely felt his tongue flicker against your slightly numbed skin, âas long as I am here to help, Iâll keep your pussy sore, keep it filled up,â you just managed to catch him growl before you lost the forlorn battle and your body dozed off again.Â
Waking up with a low groan, you quickly sprung up, feeling the contents of your stomach fighting their way out. With no time to entertain the surprising presents of Curtis already curled up at the foot of the mattress, you bolted out of bed and ran out the door, thankful for the close proximity to the bathroom as you soon found yourself kneeling in front of the toilet, regretting every sip you had indulged in as they burned your entire chest on their way out again.Â
Feeling as your loose hair suddenly got picked up and gently held back, you heard the warm rumble of Curtisâ voice as he said, âwow, okay, alright,â his large palm found your spine, soothingly caressing it as you hurled your guts out, âitâs alright, angel. Just get it all out.â
âUrgh,â you groaned, clutching the cold porcelain as you spat out the fowl tang, âI am never drinking again,â keeping your head over the bowl till you were sure you had gotten it all out. With a heavy sigh, you slumped back, colliding softly with the mass of your friend.Â
âYou okay?â he asked, lightly running his hands over your goosebump-ridden form.Â
âI think so,â you blinked up into his steely eyes, the reddened look to them flying over your exhausted head, âat least I made it to the bathroom this time,â you tried to joke with a half-hearted smile.Â
Letting your body weakly droop down, sighing in relief as you felt the cold tile hug your form, you heard Curtis notice, âno, no, you canât fall asleep out here,â feeling his fingers already slide beneath your body.Â
âBut itâs so comfortable,â you let out a small winch as he scooped you up into his arms, your frame draping over his strong limbs, and a dull pain stung your core. âHey, what date is it?â you suddenly asked, trying to make sense of the uncomfortable tingle.
âI-, uh, why?â he thought, carrying you back into Steveâs room, your eyes noticing the other doors down the dark hallway were all open wide, even though it was the middle of the night.Â
âNo reason, I just think I might be getting my period or somethingâŠâ
âMiss Y/l/n?â a voice called, though you were a million miles away, âMiss Y/l/n?âÂ
âHuh?â you blinked, shaking your head slightly as you unsteadily glanced up at the figure, âsorry, yes,â you reluctantly let go of your friendâs hand and rose from the seat you had been waiting in.Â
âYouâre gonna be fine,â Curtis gave your hand one last squeeze, âIâll wait right here for when youâre done, okay?âÂ
He and the other guys hadnât let you out of their sight since the terrifying news had spread like wildfire yesterday morning and rocked the entire campus to its core.Â
âOkay,â you nodded weakly, not truly present as you followed the stranger inside.Â
Pulling out a chair at the cold table, you sat down and averted your gaze from the walls of the bare conference room provided by the school for the law enforcements to use for their investigation.Â
âThe detective will be right in, you just sit tight,â the figure spoke before they closed the door behind them, leaving you alone in the makeshift interrogation room.Â
You didnât know how long you were in there, maybe a minute, maybe ten, but soon you heard the door creak open once more and a voice, long forgotten, found your ears, âhello, Iâm detective Levinson, I will be conducting this-â
âAri?â you blinked up at your elder childhood friend in amazement, the nauseating feeling of grief momentarily washing away at his unexpected presence as he sat down opposite to you, âwhat are you doing here?â your eyes drifted over his informal suit, the jacket missing and the sleeves sloppily rolled up passed his burly forearms, âand when did you stop being a beat cop?âÂ
âUh,â he blinked, a solemn expression washing over his stern face, softening it significantly, âaround a year ago,â he then sighed deeply and said, âI really hoped there had just been another Y/n Y/l/n here at this schoolâŠâ
Effectively bringing you back down to earth, âoh, yeah⊠will this be a problem? Can you not do this if you already know me?â
âNo, no, itâs not that. I just-,â his head tilted gently to the side, âthis isnât something I ever wanted you to go through.âÂ
Sucking in a sharp breath, you nodded shyly, âyeah, well, I am.â
Looking over you a moment, taking in the small changes you had adapted in the years since you had last seen each other, he offered a genuine, âIâm sorry,â and attempted to catch your weary gaze.Â
âItâs not your fault,â you glanced down at your hands as your fingers once again began to dig nervously into your skin, leaving angry little half-crescent marks in its wake, âyouâre not the one running around murdering students,â you awkwardly attempted to joke. Â
Exhaling lowly, he then opened the file in front of him and laid out a small tape recorder in the middle of the table, âare you ready to begin?âÂ
âYeah.â
Pressing on one of the side buttons on the recorder, Ari then announced methodically, âcan you please state your name for the record?âÂ
âY/n Y/l/n.âÂ
âAnd for the record, are you speaking to me voluntarily?â
âI am.â
Glancing over the open folder sprawled out in front of him, he asked, âwhat was your relationship with the victim?âÂ
âRansom, he-, um⊠he was a friend. I honestly didnât really know him for too long, but he lived with some of my best friends, so it just seemed pretty natural for him to also become a part of our little group, if youâd call it that.âÂ
âAnd you last saw Mr Drysdale when?âÂ
âAt the party Saturday night. I crashed at their flat after that, so it was probably early Sunday morning that I saw him last, when he was on his way to bed, I think.âÂ
âDid anything happen to him that night? Anything unusual? His behaviour? Someone he interacted with? Anything you can think of that stands out?âÂ
âUhm,â you thought back, remembering the heated kiss you had shared in the bathroom, though looking back into Ariâs studying eyes, you couldnât help but lie and say, âno, I donât think so. It was just a party, you know,â the thought of telling your childhood crush that you drunkenly made out with a guy sent your stomach turning, crushing the truth before it could crawl out.Â
âAlright,â he nodded, âwell, if you do remember anything, please reach out, weâre running the bulk of the investigation from here, so you know where Iâll be.â
âStill have your number,â you forced an awkward laugh.
âRight,â he sucked in a breath and averted his piercing gaze, âso, uhm, I donât think I have anything else to ask you right now. Thank you for your cooperation with the investigation.â
âOf course,â you watched as his fingers wrap around the tape recorder, clicking the protruding button and making it stop, âit-, um,â you felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyes fell upon you once more, making the polite words seem that much harder to muster, âit really is good to see you again. Nice to see that youâre doing good,â then added jokingly, âthat your mom still hasnât talked you into cutting your hair,â a sincere smile tickled your lips at the mention of the warm woman living next door to your own parents.Â
Even though it was clearly forced, your words still conjured a genuine reaction from the guy who used to babysit you, âyeah, no, you know sheâs never winning that battle,â he chuckled, shaking his head lightly, âitâs, uh, itâs great to see you as well. You-, umâŠÂ yeahâŠâ he dropped whatever compliment was on the tip of his tongue and averted his gaze, âI donât wanna keep you any longer, you can go, you probably have classes to get to.â Â
âI actually donât,â you informed him, though still slowly got up from your seat, âour professors have given us all some time off to-, uh, you knowâŠâ
âYeahâŠâ he nodded understandingly, his vision following your form as you made your way towards the door.Â
Pausing just before your fingertips grazed the doorknob, you looked back, timidly chewing on your bottom lip, âhey, Ari?âÂ
âYes?â he responded quickly, clearly still completely captivated.Â
Finding it difficult to even breathe properly in his presence, especially when those soulful eyes were locked upon yours, you found that your words crumbled before they even got to see the light of day, âI-, umâŠâ then hastily scrambled your brain for a makeshift, âgood luck.â
Breathing out a soft smile as he watched you nervously fiddle with the door handle, he said, âthanks, Y/n.âÂ
It had been Monday morning that a garbage man had found Ransomâs body in a dumpster on the far side of campus. Even though they had tried to contain the news, it still spread like a wildfire, and come lunch that day, it was the only thing any student could talk about.Â
The frat quickly got sealed off as an active crime scene as it had been the last place witnesses had seen him alive, forcing the rest of the guys to temporarily bunk up with friends in their dorms. You felt a bit ashamed about the immense relief you felt at that small detail, the comfort of having each one of them fight over who got to stay with you being something you welcomed with open arms. In the end, it was both Curtis and Steve who stayed with you, Natasha giving you the room and staying with her newfound beau in the meantime, giving you the entire space for a while. Â
The guys had always been protective of you, but it almost seemed to have grown over the past few gloomy days. Not a second passed by where at least one of them wasnât at your side, holding you as you cried, walking with you through the crowded campus or just keeping you company, making sure you werenât alone. You just added it up to be their version of freaking out and buying into the whole conspiracy that it hadnât been a drug deal gone wrong as so many had assumed of the recently deceased playboy with a penchant for illicit substances, but actually someone on campus, a stone-cold killer masking as just the person next to you in your lit class.Â
âWhy donât you go ask him?âÂ
âMe?â your brows furrowed in Lloydâs direction, âwhy me? If you wanna know so bad, why donât you just go ask him yourself?â
Chiming in, Jake tilted his head, âwell, you did say you know the guy.âÂ
Exhaling lowly, you averted your gaze, your crossed arms tightening over your chest, âyeah, you could certainly say thatâŠâ
âSo just go, bat your eyelashes at him for a bit and figure out how much he knows,â Lloyd tried to persuade you, though even his ever-present cocky charm couldnât sway you this time.
Previously assuming that the whole conversation had just gone over Curtisâ head, as he had just quickly sat beside you and stared out the window, he suddenly perked up, âwe just-âŠâ he struggled to vocalise, âif it really is someone here on campus⊠just the thought you sitting in class with them or-, fuck, anything, it just-âŠâ like a magnet, your fingers naturally found his own in a comforting squeeze, âangel, we just wanna keep you safe and the thought of someone like that running around terrorising the school-⊠just please go figure out if he has a suspect yet. See if he has got any leads.â
From the moment you had said goodbye to the familiar detective, shame about not telling him the whole truth had nearly eaten you alive. You had lied to not only a person you had known your whole life, but also a law enforcer. It was insufferable, like a snowball rolling down a hill and growing bigger and bigger with each accumulated snowflake.Â
âFine,â you cracked, the shameful storm inside your body becoming too much to bear, âIâll do it.â
âKnock, knock,â you said with a small smile as you pushed the ajar door open completely.Â
âY/n,â Ariâs spine straightened in surprise, his eyes no longer glued to the computer screen before him, âwhat are you doing here?â
âThought you might be hungry,â you held up your alibi for coming in the form of a takeout bag, âitâs from this little Indian place downtown,â you shut the door behind you before plopping the crinkly bag down on the table, the warm light from the desk lamp illuminating the brimming containers of curry stacked inside, âyou like Indian, right?â
âI-, I do,â he said, still taken aback by the kind gesture, âthank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Thought it was the least I could do as a thanks for what youâre doing,â you waved a hand in the direction of the cluttered corkboard on the wall.Â
âItâs just my job, you donât need to thank me,â he said modestly, leaning back in his chair and lending you to spot the silver pen his fingers fiddled with.Â
Lowering your gaze to stare at your shoes, you exhaled, ârightâŠâ
âSo, um,â he filled out the awkward silence, âwas there anything else you needed?â
âOh, sorry,â you mumbled, keeping your eyes averted, âyouâre obviously super busy and here I am just barging in,â your vision finally flickered up to lock with his, already steadfast on you, âI just, uhâŠâ your breaths became more jagged as his sky-like eyes captivated your own, âthere was actually something else I wanted to talk to you about, something I wanted to tell you.â
âAlrightâŠâ he nodded, listening intently.Â
Blowing out a shaky breath, you revealed, âI lied, something did happen that night.â
âOkay,â his brows furrowed, though not as much as you had feared, âwhat was it?â your anxious brain haven already thought of a million different dramatic punishments he could penalise you with.
âI, uhâŠâ you squeezed your eyes shut nervously, âI kissed him,â your pained voice rushed to force out, âat that party. It was in the bathroom and almost became something else, but, um yeah⊠we kissed⊠me and RansomâŠâ you peaked just one of your eyes open, your tense shoulders nearly pressing against your ears at this point, âIâm really sorry, I just felt like couldnât tell you something like that, not you. I wonât be arrested for hiding this information, will I?â
âNo, no,â Ari quickly rose from his seat, âY/n, youâre okay,â he stepped closer to you as he attempted to calm your uncalled-for panic, âyou wonât be arrested.â
âOh,â you breathed, âgood,â feeling your shoulders begin to drop back down again, âyou know how my mind tends to freak out.â
âYeah,â he nodded softly, âI doâŠâ his words genuine as memories conjured the whisper of a smile to appear upon his lips, âthank you for telling me.â
Awkwardly, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, grateful that uncomfortable moment had passed, you recalled the other reason for why you had come, âsoâŠâ
âSoâŠâ he echoed.
âDo you have any leads, if you donât mind me asking?â
âThatâs classified information, you know I canât tell you that.â
âI knowâŠâ you averted your gaze and scrabbled your brain for what you could do or say to get him to tell you, âitâs just, Iâm so scared all the time. The school was always a place that made me feel safe, till nowâŠâ although your intentions behind those words werenât completely truthful, the statement wasnât that far off, âit was just worth a try asking you.â
Holding your gaze, you could almost see his heartstrings get tugged as his brows quivered in compassion, âI-⊠I do have something. If you didnât know, we just finished sweeping the victimâs living quarters, so if they havenât already been notified, your friends should be able to move back in by tomorrow, but we also found something, not there, but in proximity to the dump site, there was a knife with traces of the victimâs blood on it. Itâs in the lab right now as we speak, trying to decipher if there are any identifiable prints on it.âÂ
âOh my godâŠâ you felt goosebumps sting at every inch of your skin.Â
âYou havenât heard any details about what state his body was found in, have you?âÂ
âNoâŠâ both from avoiding the papers and keeping to your dorm, you might be the only student on campus not aware of how your late friend had died, âhe was stabbed?â
âThat was decisively what killed him, yeah, but he was brutally beaten before that.â
âHoly shit, thatâs-âŠâ you shuttered, your eyes just now noticing the nauseating photos pinned on the board beside you, âfuck⊠I donât know how you do this all day, deal with these kinds of things.âÂ
âIt gets easier over time,â he shared, his worried eyes scanning your face a moment before apprehensively uttering, âthis might be a really stupid question, but how are you holding up?â
âI-âŠâ you toyed with the thought of lying to him yet again, but then opted to share the truth, âI am not doing so good, to be honest. I could probably count the number of hours Iâve slept in the last few days on one hand, or so Iâve been told. I donât think it feels like Iâve slept at all, but apparently I have, just a little bit.â
Sucking in a pained breath, he murmured, âIâm sorry. I can help find someone you can talk to, if you want.â
âNo, itâs alright,â his kind offer made it easier for you to look away from the horror plastered all over the office walls, âI mean, Iâm not alone, that fact has become crystal clear throughout all of this.â
âYeah, I kinda pieced that together,â he spoke in a much different manner than before, causing your brows to crinkle, âI conducted all the other interviews. Itâs nice that youâve made friends, making the most out of your college experience,â he said in a tone, almost reminiscent of jealousy. Â
Averting your eyes, memories you so desperately tried to keep at bay pried their way in and snuffed out the fuming flicker his resentment had ignited, âhey Ari?â
âYeah?â
âDid you know?â you asked wearily.Â
âKnow what?â
âDid you know all of those years, growing up together?â you lifted your vision once more as he offered you a questioning hum, âdid you know that I was in love with you?â
Taken aback, it took a bit before he managed to answer, âno, I didnât.â
âWhy didnât you ever call me? You just left.âÂ
âI was getting married, Y/n. What was I supposed to do?âÂ
âNot fuck the girl you used to babysit,â you shot back coldly, âwhat even was I to you?â
âI-⊠I donât know,â his frustrated words came out breathy, âdo you think I planned for any of that to have happened? To sleep with you of all people? I didnât. But when I came home that summer and saw you again, saw who you had become, I donât know, everything just changed, you changed. I fully thought that youâd to still be that same little annoying brat you used to be, but you really werenât. I didnât expect it to happen, I didnât expect you to suddenly do something like that to me, have that kind of power over me!â
âSo, you just decided to break my heart instead? I was mad for you, for as long as I could remember. That summer was the happiest Iâd ever been and then you just up and left in the middle of the night without a word. Did you even think to imagine what it was like for me to run around that morning looking for you and instead finding an invitation for your wedding? I had to hear from your fucking parents that you had just come home to prepare things before the big day. You hadnât even mentioned to me once that you were engaged, or even as much as just in a relationship. Was any of it even real to you or was I just your last bit of fun before you got tied down?â
âIt was, Y/n,â he insisted sincerely, âit was the realest thing Iâve ever felt.â
âThen why did you go without as much as a goodbye? You know how much that broke me?â
âYeah, well you seem to be doing just fine now,â he said pettily.Â
âExcuse me? You donât get to say something like that to me. You were the one who broke my heart, you donât get to judge how I glued it back together. Just go back home to your wife, why donât you.â
Suddenly looking back at you in confusion, Ari then illuminated carefully, âY/n, Iâm not married.â
âWhat?â you blinked.Â
âI mean, I know you werenât there that day, but I thought my mom at least had told you,â the gears turning inside of him were nearly visible to the naked eye, âI couldnât go through with it.â
âWhat? Why?â
Biting his tongue as he held your eye, he then exhaled, âbecause I didnât think I should get married if I was in love with someone else.â
Sucking in a stunned breath, you saw tears cloud your vision, âb-but⊠you never even calledâŠâ
âI know I didnât,â he concurred heavily, his eyes unable to look away from your glossy ones. Feeling as if you might faint, you saw his woeful vision flicker down towards your lips, âIâm sorry, Y/n.âÂ
But just as you saw him slowly inch his face closer and closer to yours, a sharp intake of air stung your lungs as you raised a hand up as a barricade, âI canâtâŠâ too scared of history repeating itself, âwe canâtâŠâ
Sighing deeply, his eyes traced the tear that rolled down your cheek, âI knowâŠâ
You had just been helping the guys move back into the frat. That was all you had been doing. One moment you were all laughing, actually having a normal and pleasant moment for once, and the next, two officers were barging down the door and reading Lloyd his rights.Â
Youâd nearly lost it completely and Curtis had to hold you back so that you didnât go scratch one of the officerâs eyes out. The man in the cuffs however took it with style, only trying to break through your hazy to let you know that he would be fine and for the others to take care of you, after all, this wasnât his first rodeo down to the station, although those times it had only been for petty crimes like bar room brawls and such.Â
âBut I mean, how did it even happen?â you thought out loud a while later, the miranda rights still ringing in your ears like a triggering song you just couldnât get out of your head, âthatâs what my mind keeps going back to,â you had finally calmed down after what felt like forever of the guys talking out of marching down to the station to do something, anything to get Lloyd out. Completely powerless, you sat curled up at the end of the couch as words flowed from your exhausted lips, âhow could someone like him be killed? He was such a nice guy.âÂ
Not being able to stand it any longer, Curtis pipped up from the armchair on the other side of the living room, âno, he really wasnât,â your bolstering words about the deceased being too much for him to take without cracking, âhe was a rich creep and everyone knew it,â frustratingly, he gesticulated, âwith everything that he did to you, how can you just sit there and say that he was a nice person? The guy drugged you and violated you in your sleep for fuck sake!âÂ
The room went dead quiet as soon as those words left his lips.Â
ââŠwhat are you talking about?â your voice no higher than a whisper as you watched your burly friend shrink in regret. âCurtis,â you repeated more sternly this time as he didnât offer an explanation, âwhat do you mean? What did you do?â your voice broke as thoughts about if Lloydâs arrest hadnât been a misunderstanding after all entered your mind.Â
âYou canât tell her,â Frank shot a glare at the fighter, âwe had a deal.âÂ
âYeah, well that was before Lloyd got fucking arrested!â Jake chimed in, panic shining clear through in his tone, âsheâs a part of this, has been since the very beginning. She has a right to know.âÂ
Finding your wide eyes in the crowd, Curtis asked you wearily, âyou really wanna know what happened that night?â hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you gave him a small nod in confirmation, âfine, Iâll tell you.â
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âIs she okay?â Curtis pushed the ajar door open further to ask, haven, on his way to the bathroom,  caught sight of an out of breath Ransom tugging the covers back over your passed out form.Â
The head of the cashmere-clad man snapped up at the sign of company, the sudden alarm that began to bloom on his features was quickly drowned out by his usual arrogant air, âyeah, man,â he shot back defensively, rushing to get out of the room, âsheâs fine,â sounding like it had been a completely crazy question to ask.Â
Furrowed brow staying put, Curtis uttered slowly, âalright, but I think Iâm just gonna check myself, if you donât mind.â
âI said sheâs fine!â Ransom slammed the door shut behind him, prohibiting the man now only inches from him from entering, âjust go back to your own room!â
Worry and suspicion only growing at the obvious fibs, Curtis demanded, âwhat were you doing in there? What did you do?â
âWhat are you talking about?â he scoffed back.Â
âWhat did you do to her?â Curtis took a looming step closer just as their raised voices began to stir some of the other slumbering residents.
âI didnât do a thing,â he cockily dared a chuckle, âcalm down.â
âI will not fucking calm down,â Curtis barked back before attempting to call to you through the closed door, âangel, you okay?â
Leaning against the wall beside his own room, Jake rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he groaned, âguys, can you not yell in the middle of the night? Some of us are kinda trying to sleep here.â
Frank, as well haven appeared, seemed a little more alert at the sudden commotion in the hallway, âhey, whatâs going on?â
âNothingâs going on,â their suspicious friend waved a hand, âCurtis is just being a little bitch and freaking out for no reason,â the ostentatious gesture granted the opposing man an opportunity to slip past and enter the room.
Nearly kicking the door down, Curtis rushed to your side, examining your unconscious form with worried eyes, âangel?â the dim lights streaming in from the hallway just barely letting him notice how wrinkled and haphazard the t-shirt heâd lent you just a few hours before was on you.Â
âJesus, just let her sleep, dude.â
Ignoring Ransomâs words of warning, Curtis tried once more, âY/n?â touching your skin lightly before giving you a gentle shake, âcome on, wake up for me, baby,â his heart nearly beat out of his chest as he unsuccessfully tried to stir you, the shallow rise and fall of your abdomen not granting him as much comfort as it should have.Â
Nearing the end of the hall, Frank asked once more, âwhatâs going on?â side-eyeing Ransom warily, âis she okay?â
âOf course sheâs okay,â the trust fund kid scoffed.
âThe fuck she is,â Curtisâ head whipped back in the direction of Ransomâs silhouette in the doorway. Getting back up on his feet, his sharp intakes of air causing his shoulders to rise, he stormed back out and demanded, âwhat did you do? Why were you in here and why the fuck is she not waking up?â
âDid you not see how much she had to drink tonight?â Ransom defensively gestured to your passed-out form on the narrow bed, âI was just checking up on her,â and with a heavy sigh abandoned the argument entirely and descended the stairs.Â
Catching Curtisâ arm just in time to stop him from storming down after the man at the centre of the quarrel, Frank tried to catch the darting eyes of his friend as he asked firmly, âCurtis, whatâs going on?â
âI saw him in there, hovering above her like a creep.â
Already worried eyes suddenly growing in alarm, âhe was in there?â Frank quickly shared a panicked look with Jake, both now sharing the same inkling of what horrible thing had occurred, âalone with her?â
âYes.â
âWait,â Frank gasped, âdid you say sheâs not waking up? She is still breathing though, isnât she?â
âYeah, sheâs just out cold. Why?â
âOh my godâŠâ Jake shuttered, his interrupted slumber now long forgotten.
âWhat? What is it? What arenât you guys telling me?â
Exhaling lowly, Frank carefully began to explain, âCurtis, you know that my sister goes to Bayshore, right?â
âUm, sure, yeah?â unsure as to why that fact was significant.
âWell, she told me about this student who overdosed after being drugged and raped. The guy was apparently caught and everything but just came from a wealthy enough family to not only never be convicted, but also keep the news out of the papers. Curtis, thatâs where Ransom transferred from.â
Seeing nothing but red, Curtis stormed down the stairs. On his determined path to the kitchen where the object for his bubbling rage now stood, leisurely sipping from a glass of water. Curtis narrowly caught sight of Lloyd as he finally stumbled through the entrance from his drawn-out merriment, uttering a hushed apology to the bulky frame of Steve on the couch for the way he had carelessly slammed the front door shut behind him.
Only rolling his eyes at the sight of Curtis, Ransom didnât even lower his glass as the fuming figure neared, âdude, I already told you, I didnât do a thing-â though the rest of his provoking words got squashed as Curtisâ fist suddenly collided with his jaw, swiftly grabbing onto his soft sweater before he could crumble like the shattered glass now scattered across the cool tile, âwhat the fuck!â  water splashing onto both of their feet.Â
âWhat did you give her?â Curtis barked, his fingers digging into the intricate, stained knit so hard that they threatened to poke through to the other side.Â
âGive who what?â appalled glare piercing as he fought against the hold.Â
âY/n!â he shook him heatedly, âwhat did you give her?â
âI didnât give her shit, man,â Ransom just managed to spit out before white knuckles collided with his face once more.Â
âDid you touch her? Because I swear to fuck, if you laid even as much as one finger on her, Iâm gonna-â
âOh, I see,â he actually dared to chuckle, a bit of crimson already staining the pearly whites he flashed, âyouâre jealous that you didnât get with her tonight.â
Landing another raging blow, Curtis yanked him in close and growled, âyou shut up and answer my question! Did you touch her?â
Scoffing through his laboured groans of agony, Ransom finally disclosed smugly, âof course, I did, man. Sheâs been all over me all night long, begging for me to give it to her good.â
The rest of the frat haven now clustered in the kitchen as well, staying in the periphery, Frank accused, âwhat did you give her? Was it the same as the girl you killed back at Bayshore?â
The deep-pocketed manâs eyes flickered over Curtisâ shoulder, bruises blooming and swelling up his vision, âexcuse me?âÂ
âThe rape victim that overdosed at your old school?â the bridge of Frankâs nose twitched in fury, âit was you that killed her, wasnât it?â
âI didnât do anything of the sort, all I did was show those girls a good time, itâs not my fault some canât keep up.â
âIs that what you think happened tonight?â Curtis hauled him against the fridge, gaining the manâs attention once more, âyou call assaulting Y/n a good fucking time?â
Keeping his head held high, Ransom slurred, âwhat are you ashamed youâre not man enough to rough your girl up a bit and give her what she really likes?â
Huffing like a bull, he uttered, âshe does not like it like that.â
âOh yeah? Then tell me why I had her moaning the way I did, dripping down on olâ Steveâs bed like a cheap whore. Kind of a shame that she wonât remember any of it in the morning, just hope I fucked her good enough that at least some part of her wonât forgetâŠâ
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âOh my godâŠâ you shuttered, unable to look any of them in the eye, âoh my god,â your palm shot up to clasp over your lips to choke the shaky cry that forced its way out, âI thought-âŠâ vision darting everywhere and nowhere at the same time, âI thought it had been a dream,â tears streamed down your ghostly face as the hazy nightmare suddenly came into focus, âoh my god! I-⊠I knew him,â you jaggedly tried to piece it all together as vile stung in the back of your throat, âhe was-, he was my friend. I hadnât known him that long, but he was my friend. I-⊠he wasnât just some dangerous stranger in the back of an ally threatening to kill me, he was my friend.â
âŠ
The incoherent screams of Curtis slowly subsisted as his rampant blows finally slowed down. Slowly backing up, chest heaving, horror took over his eyes as he saw how far he had been pushed, watching as blood bubbled out of Ransomâs mouth, guggling his words.
âJust you fucking wait till my family finds out,â he weakly continued his threats from his wrecked position on the tiled floor, âdo you have any idea how much power money gives you? I can squash you all like little bugs, ruin any chance you might have of a pathetic future and keep angel all to myself.â
Unable to look away, Steve suddenly uttered as Curtis shakily retreated into the shadows, ââŠguys, we have to call an ambulance.â
Whipping his head around, Jake protested, âno, donât!â ready to swat away any phone that might be raised, âheâs right. He has the upper hand no matter if we get him to a hospital or not.â
âSo, what do we do? Look at him,â Steve woefully gestured to the beaten playboy crumbled on the floor, âheâs dying. We canât just leave him here!â
âNoâŠâ Lloyd sighed, his demeanour seeming surprisingly calm and level-headed under the circumstance, âbut we can use what little time we have left before the sun comes up to our advantageâŠâÂ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Frankâs brows furrowed frightfully.Â
In a wide arc around Ransomâs broken form, Lloyd made his way over to one of the kitchen counters and pulled open a drawer, âhe said it himself,â he exhaled lowly as he accepted his fate, âhe is more than capable of making not only angelâs life hell, but also all of ours,â his tone cold, he riffled through the utensils, âfrom where Iâm standing, thereâs only one way for us to get out of this with minimal casualties,â and fished out a knife, the steel reflecting in the low light seeping in through the other room.Â
âYou canât be fucking serious,â Steve gasped, âweâre not murdering him!âÂ
âSo youâd rather try and explain his corpse just lying here in our kitchen? This way we get the upper hand, we speed up the process and use the remainder of the night to our advantage till the rest of campus wakes up, hide him somewhere else, somewhere he wonât be found,â Lloyd stressed, âwe have to kill him, itâs the only way.âÂ
âShit dudeâŠâ Frank breathed, he and the rest realizing that he was right, âwhere would we even hide him?â
After only pondering it a second, Jake pipped up, âitâs trash day tomorrow,â tensely sharing glances with the rest, âif we get him to one of the big dumpsters on the other side of campus, drop him in there, no one will know! And even if they do eventually discover parts of him out on some dump, they wonât be able to get anything off of him anyways at that point.âÂ
âI-âŠâ Curtisâ shaky voice finally filled the room, guilt seeping through in his brassy timbre as he asked what no one else would, ââŠwhoâs gonna do it?âÂ
Not letting the others even consider that weight, Lloyd swiftly declared, âIâll do it.â
âWhat?â the trembling fighterâs eyes finally lifted.
âIf they actually do somehow manage to nail us for this, it should be me that goes down for it,â he stated deliberately, âalways knew Iâd go to prison at some point just like my old man, this way it wouldnât be for anything stupid.âÂ
A/N: I wrote this because I needed to get it out of my head. August Walker needs to start paying rent in my head. Unbetaâd, we die like people who tried their best.Â
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âAugust, pleaseââ You tried to plead with your Dom but he cut you off so fast that it made your head spin.
âYouâve lost your privileges to use my name, Angel. Now, as I was saying, panties off and give them to me.â He reached out his hand expectantly.
You rose from your chair and reached under your dress until you hook your fingers along the waistband of your thong. Pulling it down slowly, you maintain eye contact with August. You step out of it and put them in his waiting hand. Putting the underwear in his pocket, he nods.
âKneel.â He commands, unbuttoning the cuffs of his deep purple dress shirt and then rolling them up to reveal his hairy, vein-streaked forearms.
âYes, Sir.â You reply and lower to your knees, knowing that you canât talk your way out of this one.
âI think itâs time to remind you whoâs in charge here, Angel. You seem to have forgotten.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Sir.â You keep your eyes lowered to the unforgiving wooden floor beneath you.
âI wish I could believe you. Follow me, Angel,â You start to rise before August stops you, âNo. Youâre to crawl behind me. And one more thing,â He leans down and pushes the button on the bottom of the plug currently nestled inside you.
When it comes to life, you let out a strangled moan. You had been wearing the new plug for hours and werenât aware of the vibration feature. Starting to squirm, you open your mouth to plead with August.
âBefore you even start, this was your doing, wasnât it? Bothering me while I worked earlier today. And then doing so again not a handful of hours later. Itâs almost as if you like being punished, Angel,â He smirks down at you, knowing the last bit to be true, âHands and knees, follow me.â
Leaving his office, you move as fast as you can behind him. With every movement, you can feel the vibrations against your hole. You try and hide your arousal but your frail resolve betrays you. You let out a groan and are surprised to bump into the solid wall that is Augustâs leg.
He sighs deeply but doesnât turn around as he addresses you, âIf you cum before youâve been given permission, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood?â
âYes, Sir.â You force the words out as you struggle to steady your breathing.
When August starts to walk again, you follow him. In your bedroom, happy to be on plush carpeting, you feel yourself begin to relax. Too soon, you find.Â
August sits on one side of the four-poster bed you share and beckons you with one finger. You stand on wobbly legs and he pulls you forward and over his lap. You could have figured this is where this day was going to go, but you were too busy being a brat to think of the consequences.
Pulling your dress up over your ass, he massages the flesh of your globes. âYouâre going to count these out, Angel. Do you understand?â
âYes, Sir.â You answer and feel August reach over you to the nightstand drawer. You know whatâs in that drawer and you stiffen in his lap.
âOh, now you see the repercussion, huh? If you didnât want the flogger, you shouldnât have misbehaved.â He allows you to hold onto his pant leg as he pulls out the aforementioned tool.
He lets the leather tendrils ghost over the skin of your calves and thighs. Raising the flogger above his shoulder, he delivers the first blow.
âOne.â
âHm. This angleâŠI donât like it. Up, Angel,â He walks around to the other side of the bed and has you lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed, âJust like that. Now, you are going to keep your legs open for me. If you canât do that, I can restrain your ankles to the bed just as easily.â
You turn your head behind you and see that the cuffs are already attached to the foot of the bed and your eyebrows raise.
âAngel, if you want to be cuffed, just say so.â He smiles down at you, relishing your excitement.
âSir, I would like to be restrained.â
âGood girl. Iâm proud of you. Would you like your wrists cuffed as well or just the ankles?â
âWrists and ankles please, Sir.â
âMy sweet Angel, as you wish.â He goes about locking both ankles into the heavy cuffs, planting a gentle kiss just above where the leather sits against your skin. Moving to the head of the bed, he locks your wrists into the restraints as well.
You test your mobility and you get a thrill out of the thought of giving complete control to August. You look at him and nod that you are ready to begin.Â
âYouâre going to count to ten, Angel. Is that clear?â
âYes, Sir.â
As he begins his assault on your ass, you count aloud. Every thunderclap is harder and louder than the last. More than once, one of the tendrils falls between your spread legs and slaps against the plug or your netherlips.
Thwap! âTen!â
August grunts and throws the flogger on the bed. He walks to the end of the bed and surveys his handiwork as he begins to undress. He can see where there will be bruising tomorrow, heâll remember to go easy on you later. He grins when you wriggle your hips, showing off your still-vibrating plug and leaking cunt.Â
Taking your panties out of his pocket before taking his pants off, he walks to the head of the bed where you turn to look at him.
âWhat color, Angel?â
âGreen, Sir.â You smile lazily.
âGood. Open your mouth,â You open your mouth and he stuffs your underwear inside, âNow that youâre gagged, weâre gonna use fingers. Thumb out means good, your first finger means to slow down, and your middle finger means stop. Okay?â
You extend both thumbs and smile around your panties. He caresses your cheek and crawls on the bed, kneeling behind your ass and stroking his thick, hard cock. Reaching over you, he steals a pillow and props your hips up to give him easier access.
Using a finger, he collects some of your pussy juice and swirls it around your clit. You didnât expect him to use the other hand to scratch down one abused cheek. When that wrangles a moan out of you, he licks and lays kisses upon both cheeks. He peppers in some nibbles on a few sensitive spots on your hips as well.
With you savoring the attention on your bottom, you werenât expecting for August to enter you in the next breath. The heat, the warmth, the tightness. They welcome him in and elicit a hiss from both of you.Â
Pulling out slowly and then slamming back in rocks the bed and it feels amazing. August puts one hand on the back of your neck and one on your hip. Starting his rhythm again, he crashes his hips against yours in an almost animalistic pattern. Rutting into you, he praises you for being such a good girl for him.
Writhing beneath him, youâre forced to take every thrust he dishes out. Feeling him so deep inside you at this angle, you thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate. You get to have this god of a man pounding out your insides in the middle of the day.
You were too in your head to notice when August turns up the vibration on the butt plug. The muffled wail that comes out of your mouth is music to his ears and you feel him twitch inside you, but he doesnât stop.
No, heâs not going to cum before you do.Â
âDonât hold back, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my cock.â He breathes, the hand on the back of your neck is now moving around to the front as he applies slight pressure to the sides.
Your legs start to shake and you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. The hand that was at your hip now reaches up to remove the thong from your mouth just in time for you to release a heavenly howl that reverberates through the both of you.
Before you come down from your euphoric high, you feel the plug being removed from your ass. Itâs being replaced with the blunt tip of Augustâs cock and you love the sensation of being stretched around him as he sinks in.
âFuck, Angel. Youâre like a fucking vice, so good for me.â He loves the moments like this where youâre all fucked out. Your semi-lifeless body underneath him is just for his pleasure at this point.
What neither of you expected was for your breathing to pick up in a manner that could only mean one thing. You could feel the knot inside you tightening again. Before you even try and ask, youâre commanded.
âCome for me, Angel.â Heâs wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around your upper torso as you let go.Â
You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your asshole gripping his dick so much so that he has to pause in fucking you.
But, he doesnât mind it for long as you feel him engorged and pulsing inside you within seconds. He rests his head against yours for a beat while he comes down. As he begins to soften, you can feel him slip out of you followed by some of his spend.Â
He lays a kiss on your shoulder before unwrapping himself from around you. He trails kisses down your back, stopping just before your plump rear. He uses both hands to open your ass and watch as his jizz drips down your ass and pussy lips.
He releases you from the cuffs, rubbing the space where they sat upon your skin. He retrieves a wet washcloth from the en suite bathroom and wipes you down before laying in bed next to you and pulling you close.
He smiles down at you as you tangle your fingers in his chest hair.
âAll you wanted was attention, am I right?â He asks, his hand tracing patterns on one hip.
âYes, butââ
âBut, you thought you could interrupt me and not be punished for it.â
You hide your face in his shoulder and try and end the conversation. He grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.
âSounds like this wonât be the last time that you interrupt me for attention. Do I even get a âsorryâ for the time you took me away from my work?â
âIâm sorry, Sir.âÂ
When August deems your apology to be sincere, he places a chaste kiss on your lips. When you furrow your brows and whine, he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to claim your mouth. Not wanting to rile you up again, he lets go of your chin and lays back down.
âYa know, I spoil you, Angel.â He winks at you as you nod exuberantly.
âI know, Sir. And thank you.â
âNow, where was this polite girl an hour ago?â He raises an eyebrow and shoots a look at you.
âBusy being ignored, Sir.â
He opens his mouth for a retort, but he doesnât have one.Â
âValid point,â He laughs inwardly, one arm going behind his head, âCan you forgive me, Angel?â
Leaning up on one arm and donning a serious face, you answer him, âI think I can be persuaded to forgive you.â
âThat serious, huh?â
You nod gravely, âI think it might cost you, Sir.â
âAh, and what might that be?â
âA weekend away. Just you and me, please?â Your eyes couldnât get any more adorable than they were at that point.
He chuckles and shakes his head, âI think I can arrange that.â
âThank you, August,â You say, kissing his cheek, âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â He rubs soothing circles on your hip until your breathing even out and you both take a much-deserved nap.
A/N: I got the title from the Kim Petras song, Treat Me Like A Slut. That song never fails to make me think of August and I had to write out my thots.
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A/N: This imagine is VERY dark! The reader does not get an orgasm and it is straight non con material. NO MINORS ALLOWED
WARNINGS: NON CON, language, smut, electrophilia, Dark!Chris, belting (someone getting hit with a belt), choking until passing out
She looked pathetic as she backed up to the wall, begging him to not hurt her.
âPlease, please please,â she said in a string with her hands in front of her body. He swatted them away, wrapping his hand around her wrist in the process.Â
Heâs trained her well, and sheâs been groomed into an obedient little plaything for him. Yet, Bunny still tested him. She didnât mean to, but the lie just slipped out.
It was a simple ânoâ that got her in the position sheâs in now. Locked in the âplayroomâ with water water and piss filled oatmeal. His cock so far down her throat that sheâs seeing stars.
Heâs so easy to upset, yet difficult to please.Â
Bunny should have known better than to let her fear of her Master overshadow her logic. Chris is unpredictable, so whoâs to say she wouldnât be drooling down to her tits anyway? The point is, she knew he already knew the answer when he asked her.
The punishment for lying is bruised tonsils. The punishment for trying to escape however? Worse than anything thatâs ever happened to her.
After he was done with her throat, he grabbed the cattle prod and shocked her left thigh.
âPlease stop it! Why are you doing this!?â
âWhen we met you said you liked to dance. So dance.â He shocked her again.
âDANCE! DANCE!â
âSTOP IT PLEASE! IT HURTS! Iâll dance! Iâll dance. Just please stop,â she begged him.
Chris stared at her pathetic look of pain and obliged her offer. She got to her feet and started to sway her hips.
He pointed the prod towards her and told her to do better. Bunny started to get low when she got to her knees. She ran her hands up her body and through her hair, trying her best to look as sexy as she can given her situation.
Chris stood over her and pulled her by her hair to the dirty mattress on the ground. It was covered in blood and cum and a mixture of a few other bodily fluids. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.
âTonight, youâre gonna bounce like the good little Bunny you are. Show me youâre sorry for trying to escape.â
âPlease. Donât make me do this,â she said through slight sobs. He pressed the button of the cattle prod once more before giving her a look she would never forget.
âOkay! Okay.â With her hair still tightly wound in his hand, she guided his cock back out of his boxers and started jerking his cock to get him hard. Once he was throbbing, she hovered her already aching cunt over the tip.
âNuh uh.â This time he guided his cock to her ass and poked at it,
âHere.â
âNooo please! No!â Bunny shouted as she scurried off of his lap. She didnât even care that he may have a chunk of her hair in his hand. She needed to get away.
She pounded on the door and screamed for help, but no one ever came. The next thing she felt was a searing sting on her back after the loud crack filled the room. It didnât take long for her to realize sheâs being whipped with this belt.
âMove away from the door!â CRACK âMove! Move! Move!â She wasnât moving fast enough, so he picked her up and slammed her down on the table where all the devices are kept.
He plunged his cock in her ass with no hesitation and began thrusting. He held on to her hips so tight that bruises began to form in the shape of finger prints. He moved one of his hands to the back of her neck and held her down,
âFuck yes, Bunny.â He grabbed her and brought her back to the same position on the bed as they were in before. He slid back into her throbbing ass and told her to bounce. This time she did with no protest, just wanting this to be over.
He gripped at her breasts, kneading them roughly. Feeling the contents of the flesh move with each motion. It wasnât long before he was filling her ass with his hot cum and moaning loudly.
He pushed her off of him before standing up and tucking his cock away. Bunny was still sobbing on the bed and Chris got annoyed with it. He turned back to her and began choking her until she changed colors.
âNow my Bunny really has the blues,â was the last thing she heard before feeling a single tear escape her eye and passing out.
synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?
in this chapter : Sam, Bucky, and you head to Madripoor with an unlikely ally. Steve says goodbye to Peggy, then travels in time to where he truly belongs.
themes/warnings : language, even more pining, even more smut!, Zemo being Zemo, Sharon cutting through our bullshit
word count : 5.8k
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The 1950s, seven months after Steveâs arrival
Steve sits by the window, watching the fading sunlight pour into the room. For the first time in months, he feels calmâan eerie, unnatural calm, like the eye of a storm. He has come to accept the truth, bitter as might be: this was never his home, and soon, it wonât exist at all.
Mobius had warned him. When he goes back to his timeline, it will be as if none of this ever happened. This branch, this brief stolen life with Peggy, will be pruned. She will never know what they had here. Steve will fade from this time, and she will move on, be with the man she was always meant to be with, and have the children she was destined to have. She will live the life she was always supposed to.
But he will remember everything. He will carry the ache of knowing that none of this was ever really his to keep.Â
And deep down, Steve knows itâs the right choice. His normal, whatever semblance of it he can grasp, is always going to be with you. It has always been you with whom he belonged. With his friends. With Bucky.Â
His very being is meant for the picket line and not a picket fence.
âAre you ready?â Peggyâs voice breaks the silence, and Steve turns to find her standing in the doorway, looking at him with those sharp, knowing eyes. She has accepted it, just as he has. Thereâs no anger, no confusion. Theyâve had too many talks in the past week about thisâabout how something always felt off for both of them, like an invisible weight pressing against their happiness.Â
âI am,â Steve answers.Â
âIt didnât feel right, did it?â she says quietly.Â
âNo⊠it didnât.â He hesitates, the truth weighing heavy. âBut I think I know why.â
She steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. âYou donât belong here, Steve,â she says gently, her voice unwavering. âYou belong with them. You belong with the one who truly holds your heart.â
When he lifts his eyes, thereâs something new in them. Certainty. âYeah. I do. But Iâm glad we had this. Even if it was never meant to last.â
Peggyâs smile is bittersweet as he presses her hand to his lips. âMe too.âÂ
Steve nods, his throat tight as he steps away. Hunter pads over, his loyal companion waiting patiently by the door. Mobius and Loki wait in the other room, the quiet harbingers of the life heâs meant to return to.
âGoodbye, Peggy,â he says, for one final time.Â
âGoodbye, Steve,â Peggy says, her voice filled with quiet grace. âGo get your girl.â
A shiver runs down his spine. You had said the exact same words when he left you. But it didnât stick, because he was too stupid to realise that you had always been his girl. He can picture it so well, picture you, and the thought of seeing you again soon inspires an overwhelming happiness in him.
âReady?â Mobius asks, his usual lighthearted demeanour replaced by something more solemn.
âYeah,â Steve says quietly. âIâm ready.â
Loki taps the device, and with a flash, Steveâs world shifts.
And just like that, heâs on his way home.
2024, seven months after Steveâs departure
Your first encounter with the Flag Smashers did not go as expected. Or maybe it did. Fighting a bunch of serum-powered radicals â kids, practically â on top of cargo trucks moving at high speed was perhaps the likeliest outcome of this whole thing. After everything youâve been through, in your decade and a half as the Huntress and all your run-ins with the Big 3, this is just another afternoon, just another mission.
Except the appearance of John Walker threw you in for a loop. Captain America, he calls himself, but there is no chance of you ever addressing him by that name, and you know the same goes for Bucky. John isnât even carrying the right shield, the only shield, the one Steve brought with him. All he dons is a replica, much like he himself is one.Â
Seeing that red, white, and blue paraded around almost made you forget about the kiss you shared with Bucky before the fight. Almost.
But you feel its undercurrent in every moment, you catch glimpses of it when you close your eyes, you feel him⊠and you know he does too.
The three of you made your way back to New York, recuperating in your apartment, and planning the next move, but what Bucky proposes seems the farthest from sensible.
âZemo?â Sam stops mid-step. âTell me youâre joking.â
Bucky doesnât flinch. âHe knows about the serum. More than anyone alive.â
âYeah, and heâs also the guy who tried to tear the Avengers apart,â Sam counters. His voice is rising, filled with disbelief. âYou want to break out a criminal mastermind? For what, a history lesson?â
âIâm not saying I like it,â Bucky says. âBut if these Flag Smashers have the serum, then heâs our best chance at understanding what weâre up against.â
You can see Samâs shoulders stiffen, his eyes wide with incredulity. You, thoughâyour gut reaction is different. Zemo is dangerous, but your concern isn't for yourself or Sam. Itâs for Bucky.
You meet his gaze. âBucky⊠do you really think you can handle him? Zemoâs not exactly a small problem.â
He looks at you, something quiet and intense behind his eyes. âI can handle it,â he replies. âI have to.â
Thereâs a finality to his words, but they donât ease the knot forming in your chest. Sam throws up his hands. âThis is madness! Iâm just supposed to be okay with busting a guy out of maximum security prison? You people are crazy.â
A moment of silence passes before you let out a resigned breath. âWe donât have much of a choice, Sam. If Bucky thinks this is the way forward, I trust him.â
Sam glares at both of you, then mutters under his breath, âYou two have been spending way too much time together.â
The Berlin Correctional Facility is colder than you expectedâboth literally and figuratively.Â
Sam checks his watch, then gives Bucky a sideways glance. âYou know, this is the part where I remind you again that this is a bad idea.â
Bucky shrugs, his expression unreadable. âNoted.â
Sam sighs. âI just want it on record that Iâm the voice of reason here.â
You smirk, leaning against the wall. âCome on, Sam. Whatâs life without a little danger?â
âYou donât get to say that when weâre about to break a supervillain out of prison,â Sam deadpans.
The plan, despite its insanity, goes off without a hitch. The guards are neutralized with minimal force, and the security systems go offline like clockwork. You hack into the mainframe to open Zemoâs cell, and when the door finally slides open, you see himâHelmut Zemo, calm and collected, standing there as though heâs been waiting for you all along.
He steps forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking prey. âI must say, I didnât expect visitors.â
You glare at him, your hackles rising instantly. âLetâs get one thing clear. This is a means to an end. One wrong move, and you go back in.â
Zemoâs lips curl into a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. âOf course. I wouldnât dream of causing any trouble.â
You donât believe him for a second.
Zemoâs private jet is the epitome of luxuryâplush seats, dim lighting, the hum of the engines barely audible. Chump change compared to what Tony used to travel in, but still. Itâs surreal, sitting in this polished environment, knowing youâre en route to one of the most dangerous cities in the world with one of the most dangerous men in the world.
Youâre seated across the aisle from Bucky. His body is tense, his fingers twitching in his lap as if heâs holding himself back from something. You wish there was something you could say to ease the weight heâs carrying, but you know better than to push him. Not now. Not with Zemo sitting across from you, watching everything with sharp, calculating eyes.
Zemo leans back in his seat, looking far too relaxed for your liking. âI must say, Iâve always had a fondness for Madripoor. Itâs a city of endless possibility, wouldnât you agree?â
Sam glances up from across the aisle, his expression unimpressed. âYeah, Iâm sure itâs paradise for a guy like you.â
Zemo smiles, but thereâs no warmth in it. âItâs a place where the lines between good and evil blur. A place where one can truly be free.â
Your grip tightens on the armrest, and you glance at Bucky. His face is turned toward the window, his jaw tight, eyes dark. You lean closer, keeping your voice low. âYou alright?â
âIâm fine,â he says, but you can hear the lie in his voice.
You open your mouth to press further, but Zemo speaks up again, cutting through the tension. âItâs interesting, isnât it? The way history repeats itself.â
You glare at him, your protective instinct flaring. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Zemoâs eyes flicker between you and Bucky, his gaze too knowing for comfort. âItâs just... curious. The way you watch him. The way you stand between us.â
You feel a surge of anger rise in your chest, but you hold it back, keeping your tone steady. âYouâre not part of this conversation.â
Zemo chuckles, leaning back. âNo need to be defensive. Iâm merely an observer. But I must say, the loyalty you show to him... itâs quite touching.â
Bucky shifts beside you, his hand balling into a fist. You place your hand on his arm, silently communicating that Zemo isnât worth it.Â
You warn lowly, âDonât push it, Zemo.â
Madripoor is a city of lights and shadows, the streets buzzing with a kind of energy that makes your skin crawl. Zemo leads the way, his steps confident as he navigates the underworld with ease. He fits right in, and so do you. Youâre not unfamiliar with the city yourself, with many of your contacts residing here. Sam picks at his flashy fur coat, having to wear the guise of the Smiling Tiger, and you have to bite back a laugh.
What you hate is Buckyâs role in this. Zemo insisted that Bucky act the part of the Winter Soldier again, and seeing him slip into that persona makes your stomach turn. Youâve fought so hard to help him leave that part of himself behind, and now heâs being forced to wear it like a mask.
You stick close to Bucky, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd for threats. Your hand brushes his occasionally, a silent reassurance. He doesnât speak, but you can see the conflict in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches every time someone looks at him like heâs a weapon.
Zemoâs voice cuts through the noise. âAh, here we are. The Brass Monkey Saloon. Youâll need to put on a show, Soldier.â
Your heart twists at the cold way Zemo refers to him. Soldier. Like Buckyâs nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. You step forward, putting yourself between them.
âWatch yourself,â you snap, your voice low and dangerous.Â
Zemo raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your protectiveness. âOf course. I merely meant that appearances must be kept."
The atmosphere inside the Brass Monkey Saloon is thick with tension. Zemoâs plan, of course, involves a show of force. Bucky takes on the role, fists flying, and you stand helplessly on the sidelines, watching as he dismantles anyone who stands in your way. You can see the fear in the faces of the crowd, the whispers of âWinter Soldierâ passing between them.
When the chaos finally subsides, Zemo steps forward, calm and collected. âVery convincing, James,â he says, clapping Bucky on the shoulder.
You canât help yourself. âDonât touch him.â
Zemo leads the way to Selbyâs hideout, the plan already set. You, Bucky, and Sam follow close behind, nerves taut. You can feel the weight of everyoneâs eyes on you, recognizing not just the Winter Soldier, but the Huntress.
Inside Selbyâs lair, things unravel faster than you can react. The exchange was supposed to be smoothâget the information on the serum, figure out whoâs behind the Flag Smashers. But Selby, sly and dangerous, catches on too quickly. The words turn heated, tension thick in the air. When the situation escalates, a gunshot rings out, and Selby collapses to the floor.
Everything goes to hell.Â
Selbyâs guards surge forward, the entire operation blown to pieces. You donât even have time to think before the room erupts into chaos, bullets tearing through the air.Â
Bucky grabs your arm, pulling you toward the exit. âWe need to move!â
The narrow alleyways of Madripoor are a maze, and no matter how fast you run, the sound of pursuit is never far behind. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline surging as you push forward, leading the way through the twisting streets.
âI canât run in these heels!â Sam yells, his voice tight with effort as he ducks behind cover.
The sound of gunfire grows louder, and just when it seems like youâre cornered, Sharon Carter appears from the shadows, her expression all business.Â
âYou guys really know how to make an entrance.â
The tension in Sharon Carterâs loft is thick enough to choke on. You canât deny the relief that floods through you at her arrivalâsheâs saved you from the brink more than onceâbut the comfort quickly dissolves the second she opens her mouth. Sharonâs never been one to coddle, and itâs clear sheâs ready to let you know exactly what she thinks about this whole situation.
Her apartment reflects her new life in Madripoor: sleek, stylish, and modern, with a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface. The large windows offer a panoramic view of the chaotic city below, bathed in the neon glow of a world where morality has always been in short supply. Youâre reminded of who Sharon has becomeâthe Power Broker, controlling Madripoorâs criminal underworld from behind the scenes. And yet, sheâs still the woman you fought beside, the woman you trusted implicitly. Your friend.Â
âYouâve made a mess of Madripoor,â Sharon says, leaning casually against the bar, one eyebrow raised as she surveys the room. Her eyes flick between you, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo, her smirk cutting. She takes a slow sip from her glass, her posture relaxed. âYouâre lucky I showed up when I did.â
âYeah, we didnât exactly have time to send out a save-the-date,â Sam mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though you can tell heâs thankful. Sharonâs saved you all from a sticky situationâagain.
Her gaze shifts to you, and that smirk widens, a playful but knowing glint in her eyes. âStill running around with these boys, huh? After everything?â
Thereâs an edge to her words, something that cuts deeper than you expected. Sharonâs always had a way of seeing through you, right to the heart of things. But this time, her words carry an extra weight. You know whatâs coming before she even says it, but it still feels like a punch to the gut when she does.
Her eyes dart to Bucky, whoâs standing tense and silent beside you, his shoulders tight. Then, they come back to you, her lips curling slightly. âYou and Steve were⊠close. And now, here you are, keeping Bucky in check.â She pauses just long enough to make it sting. âSeems like youâve got a type.â
Your stomach twists, and you catch the slight flicker of movement from Bucky, the way his fists clench at his sides. His face remains stoic, but you know him well enough to see the storm brewing underneath. Sharonâs words have struck a nerve.Â
âWhat?â you say, keeping your voice even, though thereâs a sharpness to it. Your heart races, and you try to keep the emotion out of your voice.
"Wow," Bucky mutters dryly, "she's kind of awful now."
Sharon shrugs, feigning casualness, but her eyes gleam with amusement at you. âItâs just⊠interesting. You and Cap. And now Capâs best friend. Two men who canât escape their own shadows. You seem to have a thing for complicated.â
You bite back your immediate retort, but before you can respond, Zemoâbecause of course he has to chime inâspeaks up, lounging against the wall with that smug, knowing look that makes you want to punch him. âAh, the familiar,â he says, voice silky. âItâs natural to seek comfort in something... predictable. But I wonder, how much of this is about James, and how much is simply because he reminds you of your precious Captain Rogers?â
You feel the room go cold, and the weight of Zemoâs words settles like a stone in your chest. The air around Bucky shifts, his calm demeanour fracturing just enough for you to see the tension rippling beneath. His posture stiffens even more, his jaw tight, but he doesnât speak. The silence is worse than anything he could say.
âLeave him out of this,â you snap, your voice barely above a whisper, but the threat is clear. Zemoâs eyes gleam, dark and dangerous, but he raises his hands in mock surrender.
âOf course,â Zemo says, his smile widening. âBut⊠leave who out of it? Which one?â
Sharon watches you closely, her smirk fading slightly as she steps closer. For the first time since she spoke, her gaze softens. She knows youâreally knows you. The unspoken history between you feels heavy in the air. She tilts her head, studying you with a sharpness that youâve come to expect from her.
âCan I have a word?â Sharon asks, her voice quieter now, almost gentle.
You nod, barely noticing the others as Sharon gestures for you to follow her into a more private corner of the apartment, away from the tense stares of Bucky and Zemo. Once youâre out of earshot, Sharon leans against the wall, crossing her arms. The playful glint is still in her eyes, but thereâs a seriousness there too.
âYou know I donât mean to be harsh,â she says, her voice quieter, more personal. âBut you and I... weâve always been able to call it like it is.â
You exhale, your shoulders sagging slightly. âYeah, well, some things are harder to call than others.â
Sharon watches you for a long moment, her gaze searching your face. âItâs been a long time since Steve left. I get it. I do. But you and Bucky...â She trails off, her eyes flicking back toward him. âYouâre not fooling anyone. Least of all me.â
You swallow, unsure how to respond. Youâve spent so long trying to navigate your own emotions, keeping them at bay. But here, it feels impossible to ignore any longer.
Sharon takes a step closer, her expression softening. âHeâs not Steve. And I know you know that. But Buckyâheâs been through hell too. And I see the way you look at him. The way he looks at you.â
Your throat tightens, and for a moment, you canât speak. Sharon does have a way of cutting through the bullshit, of seeing things for what they really are.Â
âIâm notââ you start, but Sharon cuts you off with a small, knowing smile.
âIâm not saying itâs the same as what you had with Steve,â she says. âBut maybe thatâs a good thing. Buckyâs different. And maybe thatâs what you need.â
You glance back toward Bucky, whoâs still standing with his back to you, his shoulders tense, his hands curled into fists at his sides. You can feel the weight of his emotions, the way Zemoâs and Sharonâs comments have hit him harder than heâs letting on. You want to go to him, to tell him itâs okay. That he doesnât have to be Steve. That you donât want him to be.
But thereâs a part of you thatâs still tangled up in the pastâin Steveâs shadow.
Sharon places a hand on your arm, pulling your attention back to her. âListen,â she says, her voice gentle but firm. âWhatever this is with Bucky... donât let it slip away because youâre still holding onto something thatâs gone. Steveâs not coming back. But youâve still got a chanceâwith him.â
You take a deep breath, nodding slightly, but the knot in your chest doesnât loosen. Sharon squeezes your arm, offering a small smile before she steps back, her smirk returning as she glances toward the others.
âAll right,â she says, her voice louder now, more playful. âEnough emotional introspection for one night. Letâs figure out how to get you out of Madripoor before you make an even bigger mess.â
Zemo, lounging against the wall with a glass in his hand, raises an eyebrow as you sit down beside Bucky. He doesnât say anything, but his smirk is enough to get under your skin. Itâs like he can feel the emotional turbulence swirling around you.
Sharon saunters back into the room, her heels clicking against the polished floor, a confident ease in her step. âWell, now that weâve aired out some of that dirty laundry, maybe we can focus on the job at hand?â
Sam, whoâs been uncharacteristically quiet through all of this, gives Sharon a look. âYeah, and maybe we can talk about why you didnât feel the need to mention how deep you are in Madripoorâs criminal scene, huh?â
Sharon doesnât miss a beat, throwing him a cocky grin. âIâm an opportunist, Sam. Madripoor offers a lot of opportunities.â
Sam mutters something under his breath, clearly not satisfied with that answer, but itâs clear Sharon has no intention of explaining herself further. And you donât push her on it either, even though youâre the only one here who knows exactly what her role is in this city. Youâve never questioned her decisions beforeâeveryone has to survive somehowâbut seeing her now, itâs hard not to wonder if sheâs lost herself in the shadows.
âI trust youâll all stay out of trouble until I arrange our next move?â Sharon says, her eyes flicking back to you, a knowing glint in her gaze. Itâs subtle, but you can tell sheâs still watching you closely, assessing everythingâespecially your unspoken bond with Bucky.
Before anyone can respond, she turns and walks out of the room.
After escaping the chaos and making it back to Zemoâs safe house in Riga, the adrenaline finally starts to fade. Itâs well past midnight when you make your way into your designated bedroom. You drop onto the bed, your heart still racing, trying to calm the storm of emotions churning inside you.
Sleep never comes easy to youâa side effect of your chosen life. One of high stakes and adrenaline. A lot more losses than wins, if any of your successful missions can even be considered wins at all.
After an hour of staring up at the ceiling, your eyes tracing the curves of the rosettes, Bucky enters your room, as noiseless as a cat. You raise your head sharply on instinct, but relax as soon as you see his figure. His shoulders are slumped as if the weight of the world rests upon them. He glances at you, and you can see the struggle etched across his face.
âCanât sleep?â you ask, sitting up and patting the space beside you on the bed.
He purses his lips, not saying anything for a moment. After a while, and with a resounding sigh, he settles at the foot of the bed, his back to you.
âWhat you saw back thereâŠâ he starts, his voice low. âThat wasnât me. Iâm not the Winter Soldier anymore.â
âI know,â you say softly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder soothingly. âIâve always known. Youâre just Bucky.â
âI donât⊠I donât want to ever lose control,â he murmurs, almost to himself.
âYou wonât,â you say firmly, shuffling closer to him. âYou have me.â
Bucky turns halfway, meeting your gaze. âI want to prove to you that Iâm not him,â he says, his voice thick with conviction.Â
Your throat suddenly feels dry. You donât know anymore if heâs referring to the Winter Soldier or Steve. You can tell that Sharonâs comments rattled him. Youâre familiar with her humour, so you know that she didnât mean anything negative by what she said, but Bucky might have easily taken them to heart.
âYou donât have to prove anything to me,â you whisper.Â
His gaze softens, and then heâs leaning in, capturing your lips with his. There is no goddamn way youâre falling asleep now, with the fire heâs igniting within you. You pull him closer, your hands threading through his hair as he deepens the kiss.Â
âAre you sure?â you whisper against his lips, breathless. A roll in the hay at the height of a high-risk mission is not beneath you, especially with someone like Bucky. With these things, a heated release of pent-up tension might be just what you need. But you want to be sure that he needs it too. That he needs you.Â
He nods, eyes searching yours. âI want this. I want you.â
In one fluid motion, he takes your lips again, this kiss softer, more deliberate. He relishes in you, taking his sweet time, his tongue raking the outline of your lips. You melt against him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against yours, as well as the cool of his left arm wrapping around your torso.Â
âBucky,â you breathe, breaking the kiss momentarily.
âJust Bucky,â he replies, his voice thick with emotion.
He tugs you against him, the two of you moving in a slow, sensual dance. You feel the weight of everythingâthe mission, the past, the chaosâslipping away as you lose yourselves in each other. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, as you taste the sweetness of his tongue.
âI want you,â he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with desire. âI want to show you how much you mean to me.â
You shiver at his words, the sincerity behind them sending a rush of heat coursing through your veins. âThen show me,â you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.
The world tilts slightly as he lays you back against the soft sheets. He hovers above you, his expression a mix of desire and reverence, as if heâs afraid to touch something so precious.
âYouâre so beautiful, doll,â he breathes, his gaze travelling over you as if memorising every detail, and you suddenly forget how to speak.Â
Youâve never considered yourself meek by any means, always able to stand your ground. The last time youâve actually felt shy, and felt blood rush to your face at the attention of an admirer was withâŠ.
You shake Steve out of your thoughts.
âItâs just me,â you say, mirroring his earlier words.
His lips curve into a soft smile, and you can see the flicker of warmth behind the shadows that often cloud his expression. âJust you is everything,â he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper.
His hands slide under your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, igniting every nerve ending. The sensation is overwhelming, and you gasp against his mouth, the heat pooling low in your belly.
âSo perfect,â he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing a path along your collarbone. Each soft touch leaves a trail of fire, and you canât help but arch into him, your body instinctively seeking more.
âBucky,â you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you can fuse your bodies into one. âPlease.â
His response is immediate. He pushes your shirt up, baring your torso to him, and you feel exposed yet completely alive under his gaze. Then he leans down to press soft kisses along your midriff. The sensation is electric, maddening even, as he drifts ever lower.Â
Bucky lifts his head, meeting your gaze with a burning intensity. âLetâs make this moment last,â he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire as he shifts his weight, settling between your legs. His hands find the hem of your pants, his fingers grazing your skin as he slowly pushes them down your legs, along with your underwear, revealing you completely to him.
âBucky,â you moan, when he kisses a trail along your inner thigh. âPatience, doll,â he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You watch him as he continues his exploration, his kisses drifting higher until he reaches your core, and the breath hitches in your throat when he sucks at your aching bud.
The heat builds, swirling around you as he loses himself in you, the world outside fading away completely. You can feel the tension tightening in your belly, a delicious coil that threatens to snap.
âIâm getting close,â you breathe after a long while, the words almost lost amidst a long bout of incoherent moaning. You reach down and roughly push his face into your pussy, wantonly craving more as his tongue laps at your juices.Â
Bucky responds with a growl, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes you closer to the edge. âLet go,â he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. âIâve got you.â
With those words, you explode, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you cry out his name. He holds you tightly, a steady anchor as you ride the waves of ecstasy, feeling more alive than ever.
As the pleasure subsides, you gasp for breath, your heart racing as you come down from the high. âYou okay?â Bucky asks, hovering over you and brushing a stray hair from your face.
You nod, your body still buzzing from the aftermath. âBetter than okay,â you reply, a smile creeping across your lips.
He chuckles, the sound resonating deep within his chest, a rich, warm sound that makes your heart swell. For all his worries about falling back into the darkness, you find that he is slowly becoming your source of light.Â
âI want you to know,â he murmurs, his voice softer now, âthat was only the beginning.â
âOh really?â you tease, raising an eyebrow, letting your fingers trace along the contours of his vibranium arm.
âYeah, babydoll,â He grins wolfishly, and youâre glad to see this playful side of him resurfacing.Â
You roll on your side, pressing a playful kiss to his lips. âWell, Iâm all for that.â
He undresses in a haste, his motions careless and frantic that his black shirt gets stuck around his head, earning a giggle from you. His groans are muffled when he protests, âItâs not funny.â
You reach up to help him out of it. âItâs kinda funny.â
When heâs finally free of the confines of cotton, his hair is all mussed. He looks downright adorable that you could just melt at the sight. But then he frees himself of his trousers too, his thick cock bobbing erect from his boxers, the vein running down its side angry and swollen.Â
Heâs not just adorable; heâs sensual, virile, erotic.
And you want him so fucking badly.
But he beats you to that admission. âYou drive me crazy,â he rasps, his hands massaging your sides. âIn the best way possible.â
âI could say the same about you.â Thereâs a teasing glint in your eyes as you lean back slightly, letting your fingers wander down his chest, tracing the solid lines of his body, each muscle taut and inviting. He groans softly at your touch, his head dropping slightly as his control wavers.Â
He positions himself just right, teasing at first, his breath ragged as he enters you slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite, your body tightening around him as a disjointed gasp escapes your lips. His jaw clenches, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he savours the sensation.
âYou feel so good, doll,â he groans, his voice hoarse with restraint. Thereâs a primal hunger in the way he looks at youâlike heâs claiming you, and that realisation ignites something deep within you.
You meet his thrusts, your hands gripping his back, nails biting into his skin as he starts to move. His rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, as though heâs drawing out every moment of pleasure, letting it pool deep inside you. Each thrust pushes deeper, more intense, as he slams his pelvis into you.
âYouâre mine,â he growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness, his lips brushing against your neck before he bites down softly, enough to make you moan his name.
âFffuck, yes, Buckyââ
âYouâre so tight,â he gasps, his voice thick with need as he watches your reactions, the way your body responds to him. âGod, you feel incredible.â
Before you can respond, he shifts his angle, driving into you harder, deeper. Your knees are pressed together, pointed to one side as he lifts your hips slightly. Every time he ruts into you, he hits that fleshy, sweet spot in your cunt.Â
âYes, Buck!â you gasp. âJust like that.â
âLook at me,â he demands, his voice barely above a growl. âI want you to remember this every time you think of him.â His words are punctuated with a dangerous tinge that almost makes them sound like a threat. A warning.Â
âWant you to fall apart around me, doll. Go on. Cum on me,â he commands. His movements grow frenzied, his body shaking with intense pleasure as he drives his cock mercilessly into your core.
You practically scream out hoarsely, the sound mingling with his as he follows you into bliss, his hot seed filling you completely.
Bucky collapses beside you, panting, and you turn to face him, a blissful smile breaking across your lips.
âThat was fucking incredible,â you whisper.Â
He catches his breath, his fingers trailing along your cheek, his gaze softening. âYou have no idea how much I needed that,â he admits.Â
âI can kind of tell,â you tease lightly.Â
He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leans in, brushing his lips against yours again. âYouâre amazing.â
You smile back, despite the pang of wistfulness in your heart. Because even as his memory lingers, you can feel yourself falling deeper for Bucky.Â
âThank you,â you say sincerely, âSo are you, Buck.â You take a breath, the words caught in your throat, as you desperately attempt to address whatever it is that needs to be addressed, but he sees the turmoil in your eyes, and gently cradles your face with one hand.
âIâm sorry, I donât⊠I donât knowâŠâ you mumble.Â
âHey,â he says, offering a soft smile, âitâs okay, itâs okay.â You feel hopelessâit should be you consoling him. About whatever this is, and how the memory of Steve continues to complicate everything. Perhaps it always will. But here he is, carrying that burden for the both of you.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, a gesture carrying nothing but tenderness.Â
Maybe even love.
âIâm with you, doll,â he promises. âUntil the end of the line.â
