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somnia-project · 1 year

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6 - Exhale

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter] Words: 2,819 Rated [EX] - Here is an explanation of my rating system. Pairing: ChiLumi Summary: I forgot how to write straight people. 🤡 This was originally supposed to be part of chapter 5 but, well... Partly I wanted to separate it so ppl not interested in the sex bits can skip it, I guess. Read on Ao3, Read on Wattpad, or continue to read here on Tumblr below. It's only been 3 months since the last chapter?! I don't know what to say for myself about this one. Read more starts at the beginning because we're getting right into it.

“Lumi,” he swallowed, “I really want to kiss you right now.” He could hear her breath hitching in her throat, followed by a small whimper as she parted her lips. “Please…can we…” Tartaglia’s words trailed off.

“Yes,” she whispered and moved forward, brushing her mouth against his. They stayed like that for a moment before he leaned in for an awkward kiss. He opened his mouth just a bit to slip in his tongue, the taste of salt sticking to him. A shaky sigh escaped her body before she kissed him back with wine and passion on her tongue.

Tartaglia could feel the blood rushing from his head as she became more unwound the longer she kissed him. It wouldn’t be long before he was about to lose control himself. Just making out with her was wracking his nerves more than he’d expected. Maybe he was still too intoxicated for this.

Lumine slid her hands from Tartaglia’s chest around to his sides, causing him to flinch. The chill of his damp shirt ran across his body as she moved her chest against his. He whimpered at the feeling of her breasts pressing against him through the fabric, so he pulled back and grabbed the hem of the shirt and began to lift it off of her.

“H-Hey!” she protested, grabbing his arms, but Tartaglia quickly shushed her.

“It’s only fair that I rinse the salt water off your body too, right?” he justified. It was also a chance for them to slow down for a moment. He would never admit as much out loud, but she didn’t need to now that; what if he ended up humiliating himself?

No. It was his boundless confidence that got him through the Fatui training and deadly missions in the past. He could handle a little bit of sex…

…probably.

Lumine relaxed her grip on him and sighed.

“Arms up.” He shook his own arms slightly to coax her. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms over her head and he peeled the cold, damp shirt from her pale skin, throwing it to the side. He wrapped his arm around her back and held her close, giving her skin a warm respite from the cold air.

“Now you’re going to be salty again,” Lumine pouted. Tartaglia traced his index finger down the bare skin of her back, causing her to shudder.

“Forget about salt water,” he said. “Only think about me.” He tilted her face upward and kissed her again, feeling bold since she had let him undress her.

“It’s cold in here,” Lumine said. Tartaglia slipped his arm under her legs and stood, lifting her in his arms and making his way past the door as she covered her chest. When they passed through the threshold she grabbed the door frame with her free hand, stopping him from moving any further. He looked down at her to see what was wrong.

“We haven’t finished bathing yet,” she protested.

Tartaglia chuckled and lowered his forehead to to hers.

“We’re about to get dirty anyway.”

Lumine let go of the door frame and he carried her toward the bed. As he was about to put her down she threw her arms around his neck and held tight.

“Wait!” she demanded. “We’ve still got wet clothes on!”

Tartaglia laughed, rubbing his hands between her shoulder blades.

“All right.” He let her down to her feet, where she quickly re-covered her chest and ran to one side of the bed.

“You go first,” she ordered as she turned her back to him. It was cute how she acted shy around him. That attitude was for him and him alone; nobody else got to see her like that. Only him.

He removed his underwear and climbed into the bed, covering his body up to his shoulders with the sheets and propping himself on his side. He watched as Lumine also removed the rest of her clothing. She quickly covered herself as much as she could with one hand, awkwardly squeezing her legs together as she hurried under the sheets as well.

The two of them stared at each other in silence, both knowing that without the sheets they were fully exposed to each other. Her face was flushed red and she looked at him with anticipation. It reminded him of that first night in Morepesok where they had shared a bed together. This time was different. They weren’t under his parents’ roof anymore. The way that they looked at each other now was far from chaste.

Tartaglia moved his hand between their faces, palm open, for Lumine to rest her own palm on top. It wasn’t just pinkies, all of their fingers were interlaced this time.

“Ajax,” she whined as she moved closer to him. He felt his face heat up at the sound of his own name; she had never called him that before, not even in his own house. It felt more intimate. It emphasized how he was naked before her, stripped of everything that others had intended for him and leaving him feeling as though he were someone entirely new in that moment, someone he wanted to be.

Everything else — titles, expectations, fears — they melted away as her lips overtook his own, as she bit and sucked on his lower lip. He let go of her hand to trace down her side, stopping to grab her hip and pull her closer. He bent his knee forward and she wrapped her leg around him, settling herself onto his thigh.

It seemed that she had anticipated this, losing all reservation as she began to have her way with him. How long had she felt so strongly about him, and why had she been trying so hard to hide it up until now? Perhaps those questions no longer mattered, not when she sucked on his collarbone and reached between his legs to grasp him in her hand.

It moved fast from there, and before he knew it he found himself on top of her, surrounded by sensations he’d never felt before. With a push and a mutual gasp, heavenly warmth spread through his entire body. It felt as though something was unfurling inside his chest that was so profound he was unsure of how to react to it. It urged him to keep going. He bent to reach her face and kiss her again.

And then Lumine whimpered, pressing her palms against his chest and knocking his hip with her knee. There was an odd sensation that brought their passion to a halt: she was so tense that Tartaglia could not move any further inside of her, nor could he pull out.

Nothing like this had happened in the novels he’d read, but they were just novels. Those kinds of books weren’t exactly a how-to guide on romance. He had to figure out what was happening before things got too awkward and ruined their entire night.

“Uhh, Lumine?”

“WHAT?!”

Too late. Her outburst made her tense up even more, gripping him to tightly that it was almost painful.

“Haah, Lumi, calm down,” he breathed and tried to compose himself. “I-I can’t move, so I need you to relax. Hey…” He propped himself on his elbows and lightly rubbed her temples, making little circles with his fingertips in soothing motions. She took a few deep breaths, and he could feel her start to loosen up beneath him.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Lumi,” he said. “Did I fuck this up?”

“No! Ah…”

She tensed up again, and he did his best to not overreact. If they both panicked it would all be over. This was not how Tartaglia wanted their first time making love to turn out. He wanted to make her feel good, love her physically, but it felt like her body was rejecting him outright. As much as he didn’t want to cut it short, he had to accept that maybe they just weren’t ready for it yet.

But if we can’t do it now when we’ve already come this far, will there ever be hope for us in the future?

Doubt lingered in his mind. He could have her. They were already in that position. Forcing his way into a night of passion and letting their relationship implode in a single grand conquest was an option. It was a poor option, but still presented itself nonetheless. He could pretend that he loved her and then run away back to Snezhnaya and wait for her to chase him down and cut out his tongue.

However, that wouldn’t the victory he was striving for. He was trying to gain her affection, not make her hate him even more. Hurting her and betraying the trust that she’d put in him to even get them there in the first place would only make him a coward in the end.

“We…we can stop,” he offered.

“I…” Lumine hesitated for while before she let out a long sigh. “I want…”

“Hm? What do you want?”

She didn’t answer, pressing her lips together and looking to the side to avoid his gaze, or maybe just to avoid the question. Tartaglia shifted his arms again to interlace their fingers again, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s take a minute to just breathe,” he said. “Is that all right?”

Lumine nodded.

He rested his forehead on the pillow beside her and listened to her take steady, controlled breaths. He wondered what was going on inside her head, if there was something that caused her to hesitate or if she couldn’t control it. He admitted to himself that he was afraid she didn’t want him around, that he was only in her way. The thought of her leaving scared him. Tartaglia… Ajax didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“Lumine…” He breathed across her neck, feeling her pulse through his lips as he planted gentle kisses on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair, turning her head to expose her neck to him even more. They touched each other softly, wordlessly, and eventually she relaxed enough to where he could move again. When he pulled back, she suddenly gasped and grabbed his biceps.

“Ajax-!”

He froze his hips and lifted his head to look down at her, face red, eyes shining, with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

“I’m sorry! Does it hurt?”

“No,” Lumine shook her head, “please keep going.”

With those words she rolled her hips forward, thrusting him deeper into her core. Tartaglia choked out an airy moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of her warmth.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice cracking as he reached around to cradle the back of her head.

“I — haah — I want you, Ajax.”

Their lips met, shaking, hesitant at first. It wasn’t long before they found rhythm with each other, tongues and fingers intertwined while they rocked their bodies together like gentle waves. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or all of the new sensations he was experiencing, but everything began to spin.

Lumine hooked her leg around his hip and spun them both over, ending up in a position with her legs spread on either side of his hips. Sweat, salt, skin flushed and tight with goosebumps, she was fully exposed on top of him. Tartaglia let out a breath in awe in the short moment when he could see her full body. The moon shining in from the window highlighted the details of her skin; the tan lines from her gloves and dress, the creases where her stomach and breasts folded just so slightly, the dimples on her thighs where she pressed against him.

There was no more hesitation in her movements. As soon as Lumine had him where she wanted she started sliding up and down on his cock, hands gripping his sides and mouth reaching to kiss and suck on his chest. When she moved up Tartaglia could feel her pulling him with her, never fully separating, sending ripples of pleasure through his entire lower half. He ran his fingers through her hair, desperate for something to grab onto but never pulling, only gently gripping and letting go with repeated motions.

The way she used his body to please herself without a hint of shame…he thought to himself that maybe his battle for her affection was over before it had even started. She didn’t care about anything else, only how they came together in that room.

At that point both of them had completely lost themselves to pleasure. There was nothing left in that room but sweating and moaning and grunting, punctuated by a mewling sound Tartaglia didn’t even know he could make when Lumine used her teeth to tease one of his nipples.

“Fuck, you’re so good, babygirl,” he managed to whine. She only moaned in response and sped up her movements, drooling over his chest as her arms began to shake while she wrapped them around the back of his neck…

…and then, after a moment of silence where Tartaglia felt like he was in a vice from his head to his dick, Lumine cried out in relief. After the initial outburst she continued to pant over loud, drawn out moans as she heaved to the point where he feared that her lungs might give out.

He moved his hands to her thighs to steady her as she leaned back, her posture more relaxed now. The saliva that trailed down her chin glistened in the moonbeams that shined through the window, dripping down and mixing with the rest of the fluids between them. She gazed upward, not focused on anything in particular, simply taking deep breaths and swallowing audibly as she continued to pulsate around him.

As much as he enjoyed seeing her like that, he wanted her to acknowledge him. He tensed, throbbing inside of her as he gripped her thighs in his hands, the sensations making her jolt with a little yelp.

“Hey girlie,” he purred, “look at me.”

She did. Lumine looked down at him with those big, golden eyes as if she’d forgotten where they were and what they were doing. She then reached down with both hands to meet his and stroked his fingers before coaxing him to intertwine them with her own again. The two of them connected felt perfect to him. The way she smiled, the subtle movement of her rocking her hips against him again…

…Tartaglia never wanted that night to end.

“You can move,” Lumine told him as she picked up her pace again. “I want to see what kind of face you make when you cum.”

“Be sure to keep your eyes on me then,” he retorted as he gave her a light thrust. He started out safe, unsure of how much power he should put behind it. It was going so smoothly, he didn’t want to ruin it.

Lumine chuckled, “You can go harder than that.”

He thrust again, this time coaxing a little moan out from between her lips.

“Harder.”

Again.

“Harder.”

Eventually he managed to put enough force into fucking her to quench her thirst, replacing her demands with sounds of pure pleasure. Her hands followed his own back down to her thighs, and Tartaglia could see everything once more. Her skin glistened with sweat, her breasts bounced in time with her body, and flame began to mix with gold between her legs. Unlike earlier, he could slide through her so easily now, and she moved her hips in time with his, letting him know how good she felt when she cried out.

“Yes, yes! Oooh, Ajax, I think I’m-!”

“Keep your eyes — haah — open,” he reminded her between moans. He felt the tension in his abdomen reaching its peak. “You — ah — wanted to see my face, remember? I’m almost there, Lumi.”

“Please!” she begged, pushing her knees in around his waist. “If you do then I’ll-! I’m going to-! Aja~x!”

The way that Lumine whined his name sent him over the edge. A guttural moan escaped his throat as all of the tension in his body suddenly released at once inside of her, making her gasp. He felt his eyes roll back, his face hot and his throat becoming dry as she kept riding him through his orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it!” he could hear her say through her panting. She tensed, shook, then let out a cry even more visceral than the last as she clenched around him so hard he thought she might never let go. Then, she collapsed on top of him, exhausted.

When he came to his senses he moved his hands to her head, petting and stroking her hair. Lumine scooted up his chest, and both of them were still heaving for breaths as they crashed their lips together anyway in passionate fury.

He smiled against her, reveling in his victory.

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queenofmoons67 · 1 year

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Prompt Guidelines: Updated!

Whooo finally sat down to write this out! Ok everyone, it has been <checks old post> two and a half years since I wrote out my original guidelines. In that time, I've learned a lot about how I handle prompts and how other people handle them, and it's time for a few changes. They're good ones though! (And they're small, most things are staying the same.)

So! The new guidelines:

My prompts are open.

This will probably never change. I like seeing new prompts come in, because it a, lets me know what people want at any given time, and b, can hit me with a spark of inspiration when I need it the most.

What prompts can you ask?

The fandom most of my followers probably belong to is MDZS. But I've been writing fanfic a long time (more than a decade!) and I have written in a lot of fandoms. Some of the more significant ones are:

Tiger and Bunny, BNHA, AkaYona, Daiya no Ace, Alex Rider, BBC Musketeers, Warrior Cats, Merlin, Castlevania, The Hardy Boys, ATLA

You can also browse my AO3 (linked in my header) or just ask if I'll write for a fandom.

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Want to put a certain character in a certain situation? Alternate universe? Favorite trope? Ask away!

Know a character or relationship but aren't sure of the situation? Check out my tag "prompts open"; there are quite a few ask lists in there, and it's where I'll put new ones. (Just please give the actual prompt, and not a number or anything; I've reblogged so many it's hard to tell sometimes, lol).

Just remember, if you give me two (or more) characters to work off of, let me know if you want them to be platonic or romantic!

That's about it for prompt types. The rest of this post is some housekeeping explanations and general rules.

I do have a backlog of prompts.

When I first started taking prompts, I said I would let people know privately if I wasn't interested in them. That... never really happened. The truth is, I like keeping prompts around, even if they don't spark something in the moment, because they might spark something later. If I'm searching for inspiration, those waiting prompts are the perfect place to start.

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Please be patient, and if you really want me to write something and I haven't answered your prompt, feel free to send in a different one! That might spark something when the other one didn't. Also, I might just answer both your prompts eventually.

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Hm... I think that's it for housekeeping, so moving on to general rules:

I will not write anything explicit except if you tell me it's ok. I don't know what your boundaries are unless you tell me, and I never want to cross them in a fic you prompted. However, this rule is generally for things like gore and violence. And boundaries go both ways:

I reserve the right to refuse a prompt if it makes me uncomfortable. My hard no is sex (pretty much anything rated over T). Otherwise, though, it just depends on where the chips fall (what kind of prompt it is, if it's a ship I don't like, etc). It's not a reflection of you, it's my own squicks and dislikes, so:

If in doubt, just ask! The worst that happens is I say no and you try again.

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Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for the prompts! I can’t wait to fill them!

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seriouslysnape · 2 years

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A New Sense of Love

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Poly! relationship. Angst. Mentions of abuse.

Request: hi ! so i had this idea for a oneshot or dialogue, whatever u would like the most :) reader is dating the marauders and she flinches during an argument and then she opens up about her ex bf being emotionally and physically abusive and they all comfort her, so it could be hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 4.0k

“But we want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“It’s the rules, puppy. You can’t skip class just because you don’t feel like going.” Sirius stressed for the fourth time in the last twenty minutes.

His slender hands came to each of his temples to attempt to rub away the headache that was well on it’s way to forming. This had been going on for almost half an hour now, and it seemed that there was zero progress being made.

“It wasn’t like that!” You proclaimed, eyebrows furrowed in a pleading manner.

“Really? ‘Cause that’s what it sure sounds like.” James piped up from where he was stretched out on his four poster bed across the room.

His masculine hands fiddled with the Quaffle secured in his fingers, his wrist flicking to toss it upwards, only for him to catch it in the palm of his hand again as he watched this encounter go down. James had been the last one to return from the day, tuckered out and muscles achy from a long, tiring Quidditch practice. However, he quickly discovered that his day wasn’t over yet when he realized that you were in a quarrel with Sirius and Remus.

“Lying to us isn’t going to help you, love. We know that you skipped class, and we just want to know why you didn’t want to go.” Remus chimed in, taking his usual role as the voice of moderate reason.

A frustrated, stressed exhale of air released from your lungs. It was clear to you how this looked. You knew that it looked like nothing more than you just deciding to play hooky for that Friday afternoon to add some free time to your weekend. It also didn’t help that the class that you had supposedly skipped was your least favorite, and one that you had verbally admitted to wanting to miss on numerous occasions. You didn’t blame any of the three boys for accusing you of skipping class just because you felt like it, but the truth was that wasn’t the case.

“Remy, please.” You begged, your feet carrying you from where you stood at the end of Sirius’ bed to where Remus sat at his desk.

Sirius and James gave each other a look, clearly annoyed yet not surprised that you were scurrying to Remus for hopes of being let off the hook. Sirius sighed as he went to his own bed that was across from James’, his legs folding underneath one another as he settled in the middle of the mattress. Both James and Sirius allowed their attention to wander, because Remus had your full focus and could handle it on his own at this point.

Remus turned his body in his chair to look at you standing over him, obviously desperate to give an honest explanation. Remus usually kept an open mind. Remus was usually the one to understand that sometimes the rules needed to be broken, however, as of right now he wasn’t seeing how that unspoken philosophy was applicable.

“I don’t want to hear it if you’re not going to be honest. We have rules for a reason.” Remus reminded you.

Remus wasn’t angry. He was a little miffed that you had broken one of his most personal and most valued rules, but he wasn’t angry with you. It took more than just skipping a class to get Remus riled up and pissed off.

“Remus, I-”

“I said that I don’t want to hear it.” Remus repeated, still as calm and collected as ever.

Remus stood from his chair to leave his desk with the intention of leaving this situation to be dealt with in the morning. As much as it pained all three of the boys, you had to be punished for breaking a rule. They’d come up with something reasonable and appropriate over breakfast in the morning once they had the chance to get some rest. They usually didn’t like leaving things unresolved overnight, but the three of them really didn’t feel like dealing with it now.

A distressed huff bubbled from your throat at Remus’ action to walk away from you. None of them believed you, and none of them were giving you a fair chance to explain yourself.

“None of you are listening to me,” You whined as Remus brushed past you, “Can’t you just give me a second to explain?”

Remus didn’t make it very far past you, stopping once he was in the middle of the room. He was paused in between Sirius’ and James’ beds that were across from one another, putting the three of them in this distanced halfway line. You were only a couple of feet away from Remus from where you stood as confidently as possible. Remus turned back around per your request, and all three heads turned to you at the sudden sour urgency in your voice.

“Lose the attitude, princess. It’s not gonna help you.” Sirius scolded, forgetting the textbook in his lap that he had opened to pass the time before bedtime.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” You hissed, the initial frustration beginning to morph into irritation.

Sirius blinked in shock, not expecting such a bold response from you. James didn’t move from his leisure position, but he jumped back into the conversation.

“What has gotten into you? You can’t talk to him like that.” James warned, looking at Remus with an expectation for him to give his two cents.

But Remus didn’t say anything; he only continued to watch and listen to what you were saying.

“You always talk about being fair and setting rules, but none of you are being very fucking fair.” You shrilled.

And with that, Sirius and James fell into a snowball of arguing with you, each of you rambling and blabbering on and on in an attempt to drown out each other’s words. Remus’ eyes darted between the three of you, like he was watching the world’s most disastrous tennis match. He was trying to listen to each of you, but at this point it wasn’t much more than a bundle of chaotic words. This conversation wasn’t going anywhere for now, and there was no sense in wasting time on it.

Remus needed to quiet things down before they escalated, and then this could be properly assessed once everyone had time to cool off.

It was an innocent motion of his arm, one that was more involuntary than anything. Remus gave no mind to the raising of his limb to bring his hand up to silence the fruitless bickering. That was, until, you gave an out of the ordinary reaction to it.

It was a hard flinch. A twitch that paralyzed every muscle and stilled every motion in your body and every word coming out of your mouth. They all saw the way your frame tensed up from Remus’ movement, and suddenly the entire situation changed. A beat or two passed, and the silence that Remus had wanted was now unbearable.

“Pup?” Sirius asked in a tone that was sweeter than honey, and dripping with confused concern.

The three boys witnessed the way you nearly froze in fear, eyes filling with hot tears and lower lip quivering with anticipation from what your brain had trained itself to expect from such a rapid motion. Your hands were planted at your sides with your lowered head that refused to meet any of the three gazes boring holes into you.

The energy of the atmosphere of the room had completely changed. The tension was thick in the air, and almost suffocating. Remus never took his eyes off of you as he studied your sudden change in demeanor, trying to piece together what had just happened. Sirius and James shared a glance of puzzlement, but returned to look at you when they realized that neither of them had the answer.

It wasn’t news to any of them that you tended to be easily spooked. It didn’t take much to shake you up, but each of them had seen you get rattled on more than one occasion. They hadn’t really ever questioned it, because they always ran with the theory that you were just a little more sensitive than others. However, none of them had ever seen you completely shut down like this.

It took Remus a few moments to pass and process before he realized what had caused your initial reaction. His knitted brows released and raised in a soft manner when he put two and two together. It caused his heart to drop into his stomach Because what you had expected was something that he would never, ever do.

“I-I...I wasn’t going to hit you, bunny.” Remus stuttered, clearly frazzled that you would ever react to him in such a way that had such fearful expectations.

James and Sirius were stunned by Remus’ statement, because surely that wasn’t what you had thought was going to happen. The boys would never hit you. No matter how upset with you they were and no matter how heated things got, putting their hands on you with the sole purpose of hurting you was never going to happen. The fact that you even mistakenly thought that would happen was heartbreaking to all three of them.

You were their girl. Their favorite person to spend their free time with and the only person that they ever wanted to share their lives with on a personal level. They each cared about you immensely and had their different favorite things about you that they wouldn’t have changed for the world.

Even if they had to be a little hard on you sometimes to ensure that the relationship went the way it was supposed to, they still loved you more than anything else that could’ve ever possibly come their way. The thought of hurting someone that they loved like that was incomprehensible.

“Angel, you didn’t really think Moony was going to hit you, right?” James questioned, sitting up straight from his lounging position.

Your head was still lowered, eyes flickering around the room to avoid looking at any of them. Your lips parted as if you were going to give a response, but no words came from your mouth. Even Remus didn’t know what to say, and he was more afraid of saying something and making it worse. Your lack of an answer was an answer in and of itself, and it left a lasting sting on all three of their chests.

“Puppy, I promise you. Moony would never hit you,” Sirius spoke when it was evident that you weren’t going to, “None of us would.”

The uncomfortable shifting of your feet was obvious, and the three of them were astonished to the point where none of them knew what to do. It was rare for all of them to be at a loss. There was a new kind of tension that was beginning to build in the room, because now they were wondering who had done what to cause this to happen.

“Bunny, have I said or done something to make you think that?” Remus wondered, knowing he’d never be able to forgive himself if he had done something to instigate this.

That was when you finally gave a verbal answer. You couldn’t let Remus or any of them go with the thought of this being because of them. Hiding the tears in your eyes was the easy part. The hard part was trying to mask the tremble in your voice as you spoke.

“It wasn’t any of you.” You croaked, the words coming out just hardly above a whisper.

It was a relief to them to know that they hadn’t done anything to provoke these feelings. Even if it had been one of them, at least then they’d be able to reassure you that wasn’t their intention, and they could learn from their mistakes. But it also let them know that something...or someone else had been at the root of this.

Remus looked at Sirius and James, prompting them to get up and join him in the middle of the room. Your boys stood in front of you, careful not to crowd you too much. Three pairs of concerned eyes stared at you, which didn’t exactly help, but it was better than them not caring. They longed to know what they could do to help, but they weren’t sure how to ask what they needed to ask you.

“Did someone else hit you or....?” James tried, hoping to at least open the door to the conversation needing to be held.

Sirius gave him a “what the fuck is wrong with you?” kind of look, but you knew that James didn’t mean anything by what he had asked. The initial adrenaline was wearing off in you now, because now your mind knew that you weren’t in any kind of danger. You made a noise of uncertainty, not feeling very sure about telling them about any of this.

It wasn’t a secret necessarily. It wasn’t exactly something that you intended to keep from them forever. It eventually was going to come up, and that was something you had known from the beginning. The boys knew that you had previous partners before them. It didn’t bother them in the slightest, and they never pressured you to talk about it. They did, however, always mark it as odd that you never seemed to mention any of the said previous lovers.

“Love....you know that you can tell us anything. If you don’t want to tell us, you don’t have to,” Remus very, very slowly brought his hand to your chin to raise your head as gently as physically possible, “But we want to make sure that you’re okay.”

When your eyes met his, all three of them nearly teared up themselves. The color of your irises was nearly unrecognizable through the tears. The embarrassment and the hurt was as clear as a Saturday morning winter sky when they looked into your eyes. Remus’ words took a little longer than normal to resonate with you. They waited patiently and with eager anticipation for you to process what was being said

Remus really saw the moment that a new realization ran through the river of your mind. It flashed over your face like a strike of lightning, and washed over you like the rain of an afternoon rainstorm. It was the realization and the understanding of an idea that offered the sweetest of reliefs that you’d ever have the pleasure of feeling

They weren’t going to hurt you.

“I’m sorry,” You managed to say, your body relaxing and a sense of normalcy beginning to return, “I didn’t mean to- it’s just been so long since....”

They were hanging on to every word that you were saying, wanting to know where you were going with this. You hadn’t quite realized how clammed up you had gotten in the last few minutes. It hadn’t occurred to you that even though that part of your life had ended long ago, that there were some lasting effects that had been lying dormant somewhere within you.

“Since what, baby?” Sirius persuaded, but not in a pressuring sort of way.

The soles of your shoes clicked on the floors as you walked towards Sirius’ bed, politely motioning for the three of them to follow. They took the hint, huddling onto his mattress into a sort of semi-circle. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket that Sirius kept on his bed solely just for you. You never had any complaints about the sleeping arrangements, except for the fact that Sirius never kept enough covers on his bed to compensate for how cold the boys’ dorm room often was.

“There was a guy that I was involved with before you three,” You began to say after taking a deep, shaky breath, “He was really sweet at first, you know? He was attentive and kind....all the things that he should’ve been.”

Sirius readjusted his sitting position to keep himself pulled together, because if this story was headed where he thought it was, then he was about to get revved up.

“After about a year, he just started changing. He started saying horrible things and doing even worse things,” Your words were wobbly as new tears began to press at your lower lash line, “It got to the point where our conversations were always a fight. He’d hit me sometimes...and he’d tell me he hated me and-”

“Fucking prick.” Sirius cursed, his cheeks running crimson red at the mere thought of someone putting their hands on you in such a manner.

“Padfoot.” Remus said sternly, knowing that getting angry wasn’t going to solve anything for right now.

Sirius got up from where he sat at the foot of his bed, running his hands through his locks of hair stressfully. You watched the anger begin to bubble up inside of him, threatening to spill over. Tears streamed your cheeks, creating straight tear tracks down your skin.

“He doesn’t go here, does he? Oh, if that tosser is here then I’m gonna beat him until-”

“Sirius!” Remus spoke a little louder, “Take it easy, mate.”

Sirius never liked being told to calm down, and it seemed that James also wasn’t content with Remus’ attempts to settle his friend.

“No! Pads is right. If that sorry fucking excuse for a man is here, then I don’t see much of a reason not to go bash his face in.” James rocketed off of the bed as well to stand tall next to his now seething friend.

Remus saw the initial panic in your face at the insinuation of what they were saying. The thought of either of them getting hurt at your expense wasn’t worth it.

“And what exactly is that going to do?” Remus queried, turning to give them the most nonchalant threatening look that he could, “Then you’re both expelled and she’s worried to death. Fighting isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Maybe not,” Sirius’ voice dropped an octave and gave an indignant laugh, “But it would make me feel a hell of a lot better.”

“Maybe we should talk about that later.” Remus sneered, motioning towards you with a quick nod of his head.

Sirius and James weren’t usually so quick to resort to violence, but you were definitely someone they’d go down swinging for. None of the boys would ever treat you in such a way, and they had zero tolerance for that kind of treatment or behavior. Remus wasn’t necessarily disagreeing with James and Sirius’ idea, although he didn’t believe that it was the best idea that they’d ever had. If nothing else, he didn’t want the two of them talking about beating up your ex-boyfriend in front of you.

James and Sirius took the hint suggested in Remus’ words, and they shook it off long enough to offer the consolation that you needed. They weren’t going to do anything that you didn’t want them to, even if that meant they’d have to bite their tongues and keep their fists to themselves. They rejoined you and Remus on the bed, taking easy breaths to calm themselves down.

You didn’t say anything else, the only noises coming from you were the quiet cries and sniffs. For now, you didn’t want to share much else about the matter. You knew that with time you’d grow more willing to tell them more. They wouldn’t push you to say more than you were comfortable with. It was your story to tell, not theirs.

There wasn’t any reason to dwell on this, because you clearly weren’t too keen on getting stuck on this. But they wanted to be sure that you understood how different things were now.

“My love,” Remus mewled sympathetically, wiping the tears away from your face, “The three of us love you. We absolutely adore you.”

“More than anything,” James appended, “We never want to hurt you.”

“Anything for you is worth it. I promise you that.” Sirius finished.

Remus wiped the last of your tears away with the sleeves of his pullover, offering you the most enchanting, compassionate smile that you had ever seen from him. James reached over to brush the hairs from your face, sweeping away the ones that had gotten stuck to your cheeks from the leftover tears.

“Our pretty girl.” Sirius pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“So beautiful, so smart.” James purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair playfully.

“Absolutely perfect.” Remus wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

It was easy to become bashful when the three of them got to going with praising you. Not that you minded it in the slightest, but you had grown sheepish on more than one occasion. The first smile of the night appeared on your face, which offered a feeling of solace to their souls.

They made it their mission to be extra attentive to you for tonight. They had unintentionally put you through a lot from a mental and emotional standpoint. They wanted to bundle you up and love you until they physically couldn’t anymore.

“Can we go to bed?” You requested shortly after, feeling the effects from a long week beginning to set in.

“Sure, puppy. We can turn in for the night,” Sirius agreed, “I think you’re with James tonight, yeah?”

A prideful grin spread on James’ face. The nights where it was his turn to have you sleep with him were always his favorites. He was the best cuddle buddy, because nighttime snuggles were his preferred way to fall asleep.

“You can wear my Quidditch sweater. I swear it’s clean.” James claimed, motioning towards the red and gold sweater that was lying on top of his trunk.

Your head lolled up and down in a nod, a sudden burst of giggles erupting out of you when Sirius tickled at your sides to get you up and on your feet. James escorted you to his side of the room, getting you clad in his promised Quidditch sweater while the other two prepared to get themselves ready for bed. Sirius, though, noted that Remus had gone silent as he changed into his night wear.

“You alright, mate?” Sirius asked quietly, making sure that you were distracted by whatever James was doing to make you laugh.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, “I just feel bad for making her so upset.”

“That wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know, Moony. None of us did.” Sirius consoled his friend, not wanting him to feel blameworthy.

“I know. On top of that, I brushed her off when she was begging me to listen to her,” Remus went on, “I feel like I let her down.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. Everything’s okay.” Sirius reassured, hoping that he’d get through to him, “Get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning.”

Before either of them could say anything else, Remus was met with a pair of arms being suddenly wrapped around his torso from behind. He recognized that embrace anywhere, and it brought another smile to his face.

“Goodnight, bunny,” He turned in your arms to give you a proper goodnight kiss, “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Remy.” You returned, stepping away to give Sirius his formal goodnight as well.

Once you had said goodnight to Sirius and Remus, you padded your way back to James’ bed, slipping under the covers and getting situated before snuggling up next to him. James was a happy camper with you in his arms and in the warm presence of his bed. He kissed you sweetly, earning a muffled laugh from you. James loved up on you for a few minutes, thriving off of your quiet noises of delight. Eventually, though, your eyelids began to grow heavy with sleep as you drifted off into a slumber.

He kept you close for the remainder of the night, taking in the feeling of your presence until he fell asleep himself. All four of you slept soundly that night, despite the events from right before bedtime. As draining as it was, you were glad that things happened the way they did. You had a few sense of love from the three boys, and you felt more secure within the relationship. You felt safe, content, and oh-so loved from all of them.

And that was the most beautiful feeling that you could imagine.

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Hi hi!! Welcome to the world of being a scenario owner’s blog! Sending you creative vibes ♡

Since your request is open…. I see that you ship Kid & Killer and you’re ok with polygamous relationship, so can we have a poly with these two and reader, please? I would love to have some fluff set in canon omegaverse world! Maybe with an Omega!Female s/o?

I hope this is enough information, but do let me know if you need more details, and feel free to change anything if it means it’ll inspire you more!

Thank you and I hope you have fun writing this request! 🍀

Ok so I got real excited and ended up thinking of a bunch of things for this one so imma talk about the boys separately and then together…it’ll make sense when you read it.

Also, as I’ve stated in my rules I write strong female characters, and you certainly have to be one to deal with both these guys 😆

Kid’s is only longer because of an explanation at the beginning that also applies to Killer so it wasn’t repeated in his.

And thank you so much for the warm welcome 🤗

Warning: reference to Japan’s age of consent in Kid’s, nothing to do with reader or sex though, but if that makes you squeamish you have been warned.

Alpha!Kid/Alpha!Killer/Omega!Reader Fluff Headcanons

Kid

Right, let’s just get one thing straight first, in order for you - an Omega female - to even be considered a spot on Kid’s crew, you’d have to be great at kicking ass. Beyond exceptional for him to want to want you as his mate

Bear with me here

You’d have to be able to hold your own in a fight, kick down nearly any Alpha that came your way

Cause here’s the thing, Kid’s been by Killer’s side for a huge portion of his life, and I can see them becoming mates around the time Kid was 16 (Killer told him to wait till he was at the age of consent when he asked the blonde, Kid was 14 then)

Case in point, he’s not used to the idea of having to constantly look out for his mate while fighting, as Killer is more than capable of taking care of himself

So don’t expect him to white knight his way into saving you unless you actively scream for help

But other than that, Kid is surprisingly affectionate

And, contrary to what most believe, he’s not incredibly possessive. This again stems with his relationship with Killer, who never looked twice at anyone else but his captain

Kid’s used to loyalty, and knows you can handle yourself - despite being an Omega

So, if any other Alpha approaches you, he’s not the type to get all possessive, but more he’ll relish in the sight of his Omega pummelling some would be pervert of an Alpha into the dirt, though he’ll insist on finishing them off himself, he’s still a tiny bit possessive just like any other Alpha and needs the satisfaction

But he is the one to drape an arm around your shoulders when exploring a new town, not to pull you too close so as to smother you with his scent and body, but more as a silent message to onlookers that you’re spoken for

Then there’s drunk Kid

Has no shame in pulling you into his lap, one hand on your waist, a stein in the other

Man is your biggest fan

“This is y/n, she’s taken down every Alpha Marine she’s ever faced!”

Doesn’t care if you’re embarrassed by it, man wants to sing you praises about how he has such a strong, awesome Omega for a mate!

Will make out with you if he feels the need to

Don’t bother complaining about how his breath reeks of alcohol, he’ll use it as an excuse to nibble your neck instead

Drunk Kid is horny Kid no matter the AU

But he’s not for overly soft displays of affection, at least, not in public

In the privacy of his workshop though, he’s more than happy for you to sit on his lap and watch him work, giving the top of your head little nuzzles every now and then

Ah, then there’s your hair

If you have long hair and don’t mind him playing with it, he’s gonna

Thank Killer for this little habit, Kid’s just so used to playing with his hair that yours is no different

Most of the time this soft tulip doesn’t even know he’s curling strands of your locks around his fingers

If he’s mildly grumpy he will drag you away to the bedroom for mandatory cuddles!

Picture him on the bed, cross legged, you on his lap, back to his chest and his chin atop your head, arms wrapped around you with a great big pout of his face

Your scent is what calms him when he’s in these moods, and since you’re too small to envelop him, he’ll just envelop you

All in all, a soft, loud Alpha who loves his Omega very dearly

Killer

Public wise, he’s a lot more reserved than his Alpha mate

If another Alpha is bothering you and Kid isn’t around, he’ll approach the situation calmly and if you haven’t knocked them on their ass by the time he arrives place a hand on your shoulder

“Is everything alright, y/n?”

Will not hesitate to punch a bitch if you know you can’t take them on

He’s glad for a strong, smart Omega who knows when to pick her battles, he’s already got a hard enough job babysitting one knot-headed mate, let alone two!

If you have long hair like him, he’ll help you braid it, you don’t even have to do his in return

Though he loves it when you offer and do so

Heard Kid muttering about how he thinks the matching braids are cute, but Killer knows to never tell a soul

Was incredibly nervous the first time he took his mask off in front of you

But the look you have him as you said how handsome he is, made all his anxieties melt away

Man vowed to protect you till his last breath

Loves cooking/baking little treats for you

Other crew members have jokingly asked “hey, where’s my cupcake?”

Killer never answers but Kid feels the need to

“Y/N’s only getting one cause she suck-“

It’s usually at this point Killer hits his Captain/mate over the head with a baking tray/fry pan/whatever’s on hand

He was the one to buy you a nest base (it’s like a round, thick futon with thicker edges, the use is in the name)

Then Kid felt the need to get you something as well, ended up getting you a knife cause he thought it looked cool, that was the first time you heard Killer chuckle

Out of the two he was the one to ask you if you wanted to mark him back, since conventionally it’s only the Alpha who does the marking

Kid was immediately all for the idea

The three of you now have matching dual bite marks, one on each side of the neck

Both

(you have no idea how long it took to find a gif with both them in it, that should be a fucking crime!)

Had no idea they needed an Omega crew member till you came along

With a crew of mostly Alpha males a lot of fights used to break out, especially during stressful times

But after you joined it was like your mere presence put the whole crew at ease

Really, it’s because they all now have the unified goal of “protect the precious Omega” they know you can handle yourself, but their instincts don’t

They both love how, while you’re an absolute bad ass Omega, you still manage to mother the other crew members, scolding them when the odd fight broke out

Kid laughs when they hang their heads in shame

In a way you completed their pack of misfits

Both love it when you wear their clothes, whether it’s just because it’s there or you need their scent on you and they’re not available at the time, they just love it

Killer’s shirts look like short dresses and he sometimes double checks he’s wearing his mask cause his face is just that red

If you greet Kid in nothing but his coat he’ll get on his knees for you, man’s putty in your hands

It was when you were still new to the relationship but had started sleeping in their cabin that things got really interesting

Mainly, when you started nesting

Kid didn’t know how to feel when he came back to his cabin to find the bed sheets and all his and Killer’s unwashed clothes missing, along with his Omega

Killer, of course, was the voice of reason

“She probably didn’t want to freak us out by making her nest in the cabin.”

Which had been thoughtful, considering neither had ever heat-shared with an Omega

But Kid, of course, got snappy

“Well…I want it in our cabin!”

Such a bratty child

Eventually they found you in a storage room, your nest almost finished

Kid stormed over to the nest

“No, no, not here!”

“Kid, wait, don’t!”

But Killer couldn’t stop him in time as he proceeded to pick up a large portion of clothes and blankets, nearly half of your carefully constructed nest

Effectively ruining it

“Put it back! Put it back!” Killer was shrieking shouting

Kid had no idea what he’d done wrong till he saw you silently sobbing, a little tremble in your body as you stared at the remains of your nest

“Shit, fuck, no, wait! I didn’t mean to-“

And then you burst into tears

Killer was the one to calm you down while Kid sat in the corner looking like a kicked puppy

Though it did give you the opportunity to remake your nest in the cabin

Kid was very apologetic, even gave you his prized coat as nesting material, felt like he’d melted when you wrapped yourself in it before snuggling down into the finished nest

A few days later…you went into heat

Kid was panicking, boy had only ever been around Alphas and had no idea how to care for you

Killer was more level headed, managing to snap his mate out of his panic attack

“All we have to do is remain calm, get her what she needs when she needs it, and everything’ll be okay.”

“Wh-…what about the sex bit?”

“…What she needs when she needs it, Kid.”

Tulip saw how out of it you already were and was honestly scared of hurting you

Killer was the first in the nest, Kid having learned a hard lesson in the storage room and so was worried about messing up your creation again

Killer struggled not to laugh when his mate literally ended up tiptoeing into the nest

But he slipped and landed on his ass when his heel shoved a blanket more than a few inches to the right

Both Alphas froze

But you just blinked, and calmly moved Kid’s foot out of the way before rearranging the blanket

They both let out breaths they didn’t even know they’d been holding

Not even Killer could suppress his chuckle as you arranged them to lay down on either side of you, your warming body pressed between theirs

Kid smiled at your resting form as Killer tucked your hair behind your ear

You may be a bad ass little Omega, but you’re their bad ass little Omega

And they wouldn’t have it any other way

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook/Jimin: Okay (5)

In which you meet Jimin and Jungkook by complete chance- running off before you could even notice the connection you have with not just one- but both of them.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf!Jungkook, Wolf!Jimin, Wolf!Reader, fluff, Angst, smut in future chapters, injustice against werewolves, mistreatment, judgment, past abuse, poly! Relationship, mentions of death, Idol!Jungkook, Idol!Jimin

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Jungkook isn't clumsy- but he does, in his natural need to impress, sometimes underestimate the consequences of his actions. And he definitely underestimates his own strength as well.

It's clear to see this time as well- while you're trying to leap your distance, glaring eyes of your coworkers burning into your skin every time you so much as breathe in their direction, he's still very much affected by your presence. He's filled with excitement, his body running on its best performance it seems as he gets every step perfect right away this time. His smile towards the camera is as charming as ever, his eyes sparkling, choreography on point.

And its not just him- but the beta as well.

You try not to focus on it too much- before you hear a crack and the sound of glass breaking, instincts immediately kicking in as you dash for the reason of the sound, spotting Jungkook about to pick up the broken light he'd accidentally placed his foot on too harshly. But he doesn't get much further than bending down, because you're ready there- smaller hands eagerly picking up the shards, making his eyes widen and pupils contract to reveal the honey colored ring around his eyes- the only visible trait a wolf has that distinguishes them from humans visibly.

"I've got this. Please step back." You mumble, carefully removing the biggest shards before Hana joins in with a dustpan to remove any other leftovers from the small accident. Jungkook stands around with his imaginary tail tucked between his legs- feeling both shame for the accident caused, and worry for your safety as he watches with Hawkeyes how you handle the dangerous shards.

He hopes none of them stick to your hands, or worse, do damage to them.

Jimin is equally distressed, but does a much better job at glossing over it- catching himself staring as well as you hurry around to get a new light to switch out. When it blinds you by accident, making you flinch back a little, he does slip however- hand reaching out for a split second as if that would help anything.

But as quickly as it happens, it's over again, and you're gone and out of sight.

Both wolves catch themselves relishing in the stronger remnants of your scent at the spot of the little accident- trying to burn it into their minds to keep it in memory for longer, trying to get as many details as possible.

After that last shooting, they're free to go home- but Jungkook searches for you instead, giving the explanation of needing to apologize. His own staff tells him he doesn't need to- even chuckles a bit at the fact that the 'alpha wants to say sorry to an omega'. Because all humans think are that alphas are first, betas are second, and omegas are last in rank, when really, the secondary gender has nothing to do with rank at all. It's simply a name for the traits they possess, for the place they have in a pack.

An alpha is the raw emotion, the pure power of action, the one to turn to when in need for protection. The betas are the one's keeping the pack together, the social butterflies, the problem solvers and peacemakers. And the omegas are the nurturing parts of a pack, the caring ones that will always hold you close for comfort and love.

An omega can lead a pack just as good as a beta or alpha could- but modern day packs don't have any of those ranks anymore.

So in 'apologizing' both Jimin and Jungkook actually mean that they crave your reassurance, which in itself isn't something odd for wolves. What makes Jimin nervous however, is the pure need he feels for it- the thought of not seeing you until tomorrow when all of this will be too awkward to talk about making his eyes sting and throat close in ways that can't be described.

His suspicions are growing that this isn't just because you're an omega.

"Hey-" jungkook starts- before he stops, spotting you on a chair with Hana sitting in front of you, tweezers in hand and a small bowl of water at her side. "Are you hurt?!" He demands to know, already stepping closer, making Jimin hold him back a little to remind him to give you space.

"No, no-" you start, making Hana click her tongue as she pulls out another tiny shard from your palm she's holding.

"Yeah no that's not just the what, 8th shard I pulled out your hand?" She raises her brow, scolding glance thrown at you without any bad feelings. You sheepishly smile at her, the sight making both Jimin and Jungkook blush, because God fucking damit-

You're adorable.

"Its fine. I should've had the idea of the dustpan sooner, honestly." You tell her, and she giggles a bit, before she runs her fingers over your palm again.

"Feel anything? Did I get them all?" She wonders, and both wolves almost stare at the way she carefully runs her fingers over your skin.

They wonder what it feels like.

"Thanks, you got them all." You say, clenching and relaxing your hand for a few times just to make sure, making her smile in victory.

"Nice!" She exclaims. "I'll go dump this in the sink, then we'll drive home." She says, getting up to take the bowl and tweezers with her, before she turns to both Jimin and Jungkook with a gaze that could freeze hell twice. "Snatch her and I'll have you both castrated." She warns, before she walks out of sight- making both men widen their eyes at her threat.

"She's uh.. a bit protective." You shrug nervously, before your gaze falls on jimin. "Your mail- thanks for helping me get back to work. I appreciate the effort a lot, you didn't have to do that." You bow a little, making him shake his head.

"No no, like I said, I had my intentions with it as well, so it's a win-win for us both I guess." He reassures, whe jungkook seems restless next to you. He's nervous, can't keep himself composed, especially not when he's almost crying out of frustration of the fact that he can't. Fucking. Hold. You.-

"You're my mate!" He bursts out with glassy eyes, making Jimins eyes widen before the Beta sighs.

"Smooth Jungkookie.." he mumbles with a scolding glance, before he looks at you. "But uhm. Yeah. I think it's safe to say that I've gotten the answers I was looking for. You're our-"

"Absolutely fucking not. Nop, no no no!" Hana protests instantly as she walks In, helping you up before she protectively throws your coat over your shoulders for you to slip into the sleeves. "I don't know what you think is gonna happen now, but this-" she gestures between them and you almost furiously, "is not happening." She says, making Jungkooks face turn sour as he tenses up.

"You've got no say in this-!" He starts, but honestly gets surprised as the shorter human woman walks to stand right in front of the alpha wolf, a finger pointing at his chest like a knife ready to kill.

"Listen up, big bad wolf." She threatens in a way that reminds him of a mother wolf growling in protection of her kids. "I'm not scared of any of your shit. I made the promise to not let anything ever happen to her again, and by God am I gonna keep it. You two-" she says, now glaring at jimin too, "-have no rights to put her in harms way again. I'm not letting you." She says, before turning away to help you into your mittens with gentle hands even though her face sti holds anger. She's only a few years older, but her connection to you is one of a bigger sister you never had.

"But-" jungkook starts, unable to let this go so easily, as Hana turns around furiously.

"Case closed." She simply tells him, before she leaves nothing but a trace of your scent behind, and the big question left on their shoulders.

What did she mean by not letting anything happen to you again?

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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twjournals · 3 years

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So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #dark!marvel #tom holland fan fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #dub con #peter parker one shot #dark!tom holland

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Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

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Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

——

On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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Michael wants to know why Alex trusted Ramos.

Michael glanced over at Alex in the passenger seat, his chin rested on his palm. His lower lip was cut, his fingers and forearms were sliced into, there was a gash along his cheek, and a bruise just under one eye.

Michael’s hands tightened on the steering wheel the longer he looked at Alex, anger boiling just below the surface of his skin, mingling with an explosive power he was barely managing to keep at bay. They had just dropped Kyle off at the hospital with Liz after Alex had almost singlehandedly saved him from an impenetrable facility.

“I knew you’d be the one to save me,” Kyle had murmured with barely contained relief against Alex’s shoulder as he and Michael helped him into the car. Yet Alex had refused to get checked himself, explaining instead how he had been recruited into Deep Sky after Forrest had explicitly warned him against it.

“It was just something I had to do,” he’d said, and nothing else. Like Michael wasn’t worth the self-defense, the explanation. He’d been silent since, only speaking a few words of encouragement and comfort to Kyle as he’d left them, with an embrace and a promise to come back tomorrow to check in on him.

Alex sat still now, his brows pinched like he was studying a code that only he could see, his lips pursed, his free thumb scratching into his index finger. It was like he couldn’t even see Michael.

“You don’t have to worry,” Michael told him, if only to see his reaction. “Ramos is locked up in one of his own cells. We’ll get the Scooby gang together and figure out what to do with him tomorrow.”

Alex only hummed.

A moment, then, “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got Kyle to the hospital. You gonna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Alex shut his eyes, like Michael’s voice bothered him. “Guerin, please,” he said, not without a little edge. “Just give me a minute.”

Michael nodded once, slowly, his jaw clenched. “Mmm.”

A minute turned into ten, when they finally pulled into Alex’s driveway and Alex went to open the door with a distracted “Thanks.” He pulled at the handle, and the door was locked. “Guerin, the door –”

“Yeah, I know,” Michael said, turning in his seat to face him. “Talk to me, Private.”

His shoulders slumped, exasperated. “Oh come on, not now.”

“Yes now,” he said with an edge of his own. “He was holding a gun to your chest. Now, Alex.”

“I’m fine,” Alex insisted, “and I don’t want to talk about it.” He tried the handle again, and again it wouldn’t give. “Open the damn door, Guerin!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael demanded. “And don’t give me the ‘secrecy is the price of admission’ crap that Long gave you. After everything, if you really think I’ll believe that some secret club rule would be enough to keep your mouth shut, then –”

“I get it, okay?” he snapped. “I was wrong, you were right. Again! Can you please just give it a rest?!”

Michael faltered, distracted, and Alex took the chance to open the car door. He stepped out, limping up to his porch and Michael followed.

“Hey!” he stormed after him and grabbed his arm, turning him around. “We’re not doing this,” he demanded, forcing his voice low but no less venomous. “You’re not running away from me just because it’s getting hard!”

“Don’t do that,” Alex said through grit teeth. “Don’t cling to the person I was when I was seventeen, Guerin! I’ve grown up, I’ve stuck around, you’re the one that chose someone else, so don’t blame me for who I was just because of your own guilt!”

He yanked his arm back and turned around. Michael followed him inside. “Why’d you trust him?” he demanded, his anger rising with something else, something pleading and desperate and raw. “Why’d you trust him?”

Why him and not me?

Alex had always managed to hear through his anger to the pain beneath, the hurt. This time, it seemed, he’d been wounded too deeply to see past his own misery.

“Fine!” he whipped around. “I get it, okay? I’m stupid, I’m stupid for trusting someone else that I shouldn’t have trusted! Flint, my dad, Forrest, Ramos – I’m an idiot! I should know better by now, but I guess I don’t!”

Michael watched, startled and hurt, as Alex paced his living room, his fists pressed to his temples. “He told me I wasn’t my father,” he rambled, looking for once in his life so lost that Michael didn’t know what to say or how to fix it. “He told me I was – I was different, that I was good, and I believed him, and I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry, okay? Kyle almost died because of me and you were in danger and I had to push you away, and I’m so, so sorry!”

“Hey, hey,” Michael pulled Alex in against him, but Alex was shaking. “Alex, c-calm down.”

Alex inhaled a shuddering breath, his body tense and his hands trembling on Michael’s waist, clutching fistfuls of his shirt desperately as if terrified that he would fall apart if he let go.

Then in a cracking voice, he whispered, “I just wanted a family that – that wanted me,” and any remnants of Michael’s anger and fear fell away at once. His eyes fell shut and he held Alex closer, putting a hand in his hair, his arm around his waist tight.

“Okay,” he murmured, and pressed his face to the crook of Alex’s neck. “Okay, Alex, it’s okay. Breathe.”

“I thought I was doing good,” Alex whimpered, and Michael felt tears against shoulder. His heart shattered and he held Alex tighter. “I thought I was better than them.”

“Shh,” Michael pressed a soft kiss to Alex’s neck, his shoulder. “Just breathe, baby. You’re safe now. I’m here, you’re safe.”

Alex pressed his trembling lips to Michael’s shoulder to still them, and Michael exhaled with an open mouth against Alex’s skin. He dug his fingers deeper into Alex’s hair, reveling in the soft strands between his fingers, assuring him that Alex was here, safe and sound, in his arms.

Michael held him as he silently cried, held him until exhaustion took over and he fell asleep on the couch, his head on Michael’s lap. Then Michael took to looking for the first aid kit and cleaning Alex’s wounds. A horrifying thought came as he carefully took care to his cuts and the gash in his cheek. That Alex had not wanted his injuries tended to because he wanted to feel the pain. Because he thought he’d deserved it.

Michael pushed the ugly thought aside and pressed a gentle kiss to Alex’s bruise before he laid a small bag of ice across it. Alex must’ve been far more exhausted than he let on because he only whimpered at the sting, but did not wake.

While Alex slept, Michael felt like he was on autopilot. He took off Alex’s prosthetic, pulled a blanket from a closet and covered him, and went to make a big lunch as he knew Alex had probably not eaten properly either in too long.

All the while, his mind replayed past conversations he’d had with Alex, things he’d said and done since Forrest had left town.

I didn’t say I wasn’t going to do anything. I just don’t want you anywhere near whatever it is I decide to do.

He hadn’t been able to understand what Alex had meant, why he was keeping the information to himself. Now he realized it was because he’d had his own suspicions all along. He’d discovered the person he trusted had betrayed him, and he hadn’t wanted Michael in any danger. He hadn’t wanted his own pain on display, not even to the man he loved.

So he’d fought the battle himself. Like always.

“You’re still here,” Alex’s brows were furrowed with something like surprise as he stood in the kitchen doorway, on his crutches.

Michael shrugged a shoulder and offered half a smile. “Food’s ready. Hungry?”

“Uh –” Alex started, but his growling stomach was answer enough. A small, genuine smile came to Michael’s lips and he held out a hand to help Alex sit down, but he was already taking a stool. He was good at proving that he didn’t need anyone.

Michael looked down a moment, then filled a bowl for him. He sat down next to Alex as he ate, watching the way he gulped down the soup in minutes, too hungry to do anything else. When he was done, Michael was already pushing his own bowl towards him.

“Thanks,” he murmured, grabbing another spoonful when Michael reached out and brushed his hair back behind his ear. Alex tensed.

His words still echoed in Michael’s ears above all else. I just wanted a family that wanted me.

Michael said, “I want you.”

Once again, Alex seemed to read his words for the truth they were. His shoulders slumped. “I know.”

He sniffled, “I’m so sick of you jumping into the line of fire for me.”

Ale sighed, like he’d been expecting this. He returned to his food. “I don’t mind.”

“You should.”

“It’s you,” he said roughly, as if that was reason enough to get himself shot at.

“I’m not special.”

“You are to me.”

“And you’re everything to me,” Michael argued. Alex seemed at a loss. “If anything ever happened to you . . .” He shook his head, unable to even finish the thought. “You said you’d burn the world down. I’d make it beg for the flames.”

Alex searched his face. He seemed to realize that Michael was more serious than he’d ever been before because he slowly took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

He held Michael’s gaze steadily, his dark eyes calming Michael’s racing heart like nothing else could. Now he was the one holding on as Michael fell apart. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Michael nodded, brushing Alex’s chin with his thumb. When he felt like he could speak again, he said, “Me, too.”

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