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munsonsmixtapes · 3 days

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Dress

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: you and Buck have a one night stand only to find that your world is a lot smaller than you initially thought

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, brief mention of grief

part two

word count: 6k

The LAX airport was crowded beyond belief and you were feeling yourself get overstimulated just by how many people were there. Every time you had touched down in LA, you regretted flying into that specific airport because of all of the foot traffic and actual traffic.

You took your suitcase and rolled it as you walked outside to wait for your friend Scarlett to pick you up. You checked your phone and noticed you had a bunch of messages from your uncle who was always a little too worried about you. You had flown down because you had gotten a nursing job in the city and he had insisted that a party be thrown in your honor because he was just so proud of you.

Scarlett’s familiar blue car rolled up to the curb and she popped the trunk where you put all of your luggage. She quickly got out of the car to help before pulling you into a tight hug.

“LA has been so boring without you, babe,” she sighed. “I’m so glad you’re back and for good this time.”

“Me too. You know I didn’t mean to leave you like that, it was just-my mom-“

“Let’s not talk about that right now,” Scarlett gave your back a sympathetic rub before putting on her signature look that told you that she was up to something. “We’re going out tonight so I hope you brought something slutty to wear.”

“Of course I did.” You had brought your whole wardrobe so there was bound to be something that was up to her standards. She was definitely the more stylish one out of the two of you and you were glad to have her be your fashion consultant again, even though for the most part, you’d be wearing scrubs most of the time.

You both got into her car and you felt nervous about being back in the city. You had to go back to New Jersey when your mom had gotten sick and stayed after she passed because you were afraid to contact people again. You had completely cut contact from the outside world since you had lost her because she was the only person you had left and suddenly, she was gone.

Your uncle knew that you had just graduated nursing school and had helped you get a job at a hospital in LA, and you decided that you had been alone for long enough, so you packed up all your stuff and took the chance to move back, ready to be around your found family again.

Turned out, neither Scarlett nor your uncle had been upset with you about your silence and had been nothing but grateful that you were okay. They had assured you that they wanted to see you and Scarlett had even offered to let you stay with her until you got on your feet.

You were excited to see your uncle, though. He has gotten married since the last time you saw him and you were excited to meet his new family at the party he had insisted on throwing you a party to congratulate you on not only graduating but also getting your first job as an official nurse. He was so proud of you and bragged about your accomplishments to anyone who would listen.

Scarlett pulled up to her building and parked in the parking garage before helping you with your luggage, the two of you hauling it all to the elevator. Once on her floor, you both got to the correct apartment and threw the stuff on the floor, deciding that you would work on it later since your priorities were focused on going out. After everything that happened in New Jersey, you definitely felt like you deserved a drink.

As soon as she was inside, Scarlett threw the suitcase that she was holding down onto the couch then unzipped it before going through all of the clothes that were inside it, not finding what she was looking for. She then went through every single one of your suitcases and shook her head before heading to her room.

You followed her curiously and collapsed onto her bed as she went through her closet. Your clothes weren’t exactly as outgoing as hers, but you at least thought she would like something of yours.

“So I guess I’m borrowing something of yours tonight?” You asked, leaning up to look at her.

“Of course you are. You know I usually support your outfit decisions, babe, but none of those outfits are going to get you laid.”

“What if I don’t want to get laid?” You did, though. Probably a little too much.

“You haven’t seen a dick in two years,” she turned to look at you. “You want to get laid.”

“I’m not even sure I know how to do it anymore.” You didn’t have time to sleep with anyone with taking care of your mother and after she passed, you were so riddled with grief that you couldn’t get yourself to get back out there.

“It’s just like riding a bike. Or I guess riding a-“

“I get it, Scar,” you cut her off. “So what am I wearing tonight?” You weren’t sure you could pull off whatever she was going to pick out, but you were hopeful.

“This,” she pulled out a red dress that left practically nothing up to the imagination. It was short and would definitely show off your cleavage. She tossed it to you without another word and you went to the bathroom to change.

You peeled off your clothes and stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were even ready to sleep with anyone just yet. You had gained some grief weight and could see it in your stomach. When you slipped the dress on, you could see your stomach poking out and felt the need to cover up, but figured you could have worn a jacket over it.

You hesitantly opened the door and stepped out into the bedroom. Scarlett turned to face you and a gasp escaped her lips once she caught sight of you. She stepped forward and looked you up and down.

“Damn,” she let out a whistle. “I might even be into you. Oh yeah, you’re definitely going to score tonight.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Not at all. You look hot. Now c’mon. Let’s get go get you someone to take home.” She grabbed you by the arm and called you both an Uber to head to the bar.

You were nervous to say the least. You hadn’t slept with anyone since your last boyfriend and he hadn’t exactly been able to please you in that way. It was always all about him and his needs. Maybe that night you’d be able to find someone who could please you more than Jared ever could.

The bar wasn’t nearly as crowded when you got there and you and Scarlett ordered your drinks. You looked around while you waited for them to be made, on the hunt for your hook up. Your eyes locked on a group of fire fighters and you felt your cheeks blush as you made eye contact with one of them. He gave you a wink and you turned back to Scarlett who was fanning herself dramatically with her hand.

“I think I’m having an emergency,” she told you and you just rolled your eyes.

“Is the emergency in your pants?” You asked with a pointed look and she just smirked.

“You know me so well,” she gave your shoulder a nudge and turned back to the bar where your drinks were sitting. You then followed her to an empty table, giving you a great view of the very cute firefighter who had caught your eye.

You could see Scarlett’s lips moving, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying, the man taking up all of your attention. His eyes didn’t leave you as you chatted with your friend.

Buck had frequented that bar more than he cared to admit. He recognized all of the regulars and you weren’t one of them because he definitely would have remembered you.

“Just buy her a drink, Buck,” Hen told him. She could see him eyeing you and just wanted him to make a move already.

“No,” he shook his head. “I-I’m not hooking up anymore, remember? I’m-“

“Buck three point oh,” the rest of the table finished for him. Was he really that predictable?

“With all due respect, Buckaroo,” Chimney spoke up. “No one said anything about hooking up. It’s just a conversation.”

As usual, Chimney’s word rang true. But even with a conversation, Buck was afraid that a conversation very easily could have led to sex and he was trying to cut back on that. It had been a few months since he had broken up with Taylor and he really wasn’t looking for anything, no matter how beautiful you looked and no matter how much he thought about what the dress you were wearing would look like on the floor of his bedroom.

“Yeah,” Eddie added. “Go talk to her. Do it.” He began chanting the last two words lowly and the others joined in, making Buck’s cheeks go pink.

He stood from the table and everyone cheered a little too loudly for his liking, catching your attention as he made his way over to your table. Scarlett saw the two of you making eyes at each other and decided to make herself scarce, heading over to the bar to find an empty stool she could occupy.

“May I?” Buck referred to the now empty seat across from you and you nodded. What were you going to do? Say no?

“Of course.”

“I’m Evan,” he smiled as he sat down.

“Y/n,” you replied and he nodded, taking a sip from his now empty beer.

“Y/n,” he repeated and you didn’t like just how much you enjoyed hearing him saying your name.

“Yup,” you nodded, taking a sip from your own drink.

“So, what brings you here tonight?” So many things, but mostly, the drinks. Evan was definitely going to be the one to make you stay.

“I just graduated nursing school.” Buck knew just how much it took to get through nursing school let alone to get a job as one, so he felt like you deserved a couple of drinks on him.

“Congrats. That’s a really big achievement. And you know what? Your drinks are on me tonight.”

“No, Evan. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” he shrugged. “I’m telling you that I’m buying your drinks. So what are you drinking?”

“Margarita on the rocks. Salt on the rim.”

“You got it,” he nodded and headed over to the bar, leaving you alone. You tried to play a little hard to get, not wanting to seem too available. While he had his back to you, you turned to look at him.

You let your eyes raked down his body, stopping at his ass, admiring the way his jeans hugged it and you found yourself wanting to stick your hand down them to get a handful for yourself.

As soon as Buck felt your eyes on him, he turned to look at you but you turned away, pulling your phone out of your purse to check your messages and they all happened to be from your uncle Robert.

Text me when you land!

Your flight landed at 8:30 and it is now 9:00. Why haven’t I heard from you?

Guess you’re having too much fun to get back your old uncle, huh?

You had completely forgotten that you had promised him that you’d tell him when you landed. Scarlett’s plan had totally derailed yours. Maybe you could end the night early and go see him to make it up to him. He was practically a father to you and was the whole reason you had a job in the first place so you felt like you owed it to him to do that.

Robert, I’m so sorry! Time got away from me and I completely forgot to get back to you!

That’s alright. You have a good night and I’ll see you on Saturday.

You set your phone back in your purse as Buck came back with your drink and he handed it to you with a bright smile on his face.

“Thank you,” you took the drink and took a sip before setting it down on the table.

“You’re very welcome,” he smiled again, taking a sip from his own drink that looked like the same one you had gotten. “So, you got a job lined up?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Got my first day next Monday.”

“Well, I think you’re going to be amazing. Cheers,” he held up his glass and you did the same, letting them clink together.

“I haven’t started the job yet.”

“Yeah, but I have a pretty good feeling about you,” he leaned back in his chair, studying you. “And I’m always right about these things.”

“If you say so,” you shrugged and licked the salt from your glass which Buck was having a hard time watching. He wanted you to do the exact same thing to him. To feel your hot tongue on his neck as you sucked on it, leaving the nastiest looking mark behind once were finished.

“Trust me,” he winked. “You’ll be great.” He took another sip of his drink and grimaced. “That’s terrible.”

“Oh, so you’re an alcohol snob, huh?”

“I drink the cheapest beers so I’m definitely not a snob. This is just the worst margarita I’ve ever had.” It wasn’t the worst you’d ever had, but it definitely wasn’t the best.

“Okay, maybe it sucks,” you admitted with a shrug.

“See?” He leaned back in this chair. “Always right.”

“Whatever you say, Evan,” you rolled your eyes.

After many drinks and a few shots, you were the only ones left in the bar, giggling and flirting with each other. Somehow, Buck had ended up in the chair to the left of yours, scooting so that it was right up against it. You were talking in hushed tones, amping up the flirting as more alcohol entered your systems.

His hand rested on your thigh as he leaned toward you, his lips right by your ear as he spoke. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin as he spoke, wondering what it would have felt like as he whispered the filthiest things into your ear.

“Do you wanna take things to my place?” He asked, his other hand moving to your shoulder, slipping under the strap of your dress.

“Yes,” you breathed and just chuckled at your reaction, loving how you were already coming undone and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“We could play Grand Theft Auto, maybe a little Mario Kart?”

“Oh, so you want to play games?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled again and the hot air being blown on your ear made you shiver. “All kinds of games.” He took your ear lobe between his teeth and gave it a little bite before pulling away completely just in time to watch your eyes glaze over with lust. He had you right where he wanted you.

Buck pulled you to your feet and payed the tab before leading you out to the parking lot where he pulled out his phone to get an Uber for you both. Neither of you had a drink for a couple of hours, but he still wanted to be safe.

He pulled you to his chest, watching you chew on your bottom lip, your red lipstick leaving a mark on your teeth. Buck watched you, completely captivated by your movements, wanting to know what your lips felt like, but not able to make the move.

You leaned closer to him, your eyes shifting to his lips. You looked back up at his eyes as if to ask for permission and he nodded, his lips parting slightly as he did so. Almost as if you had him in a trance.

You grabbed him by the back of the neck and your lips caught his bottom one just as a pair of headlights flashed in your direction as a vehicle pulled up to the curb.

“Uber for Evan?” The driver asked and Buck showed him the proof that it was him before the two of you got into the backseat. He gave the driver the address then turned to you, his hand moving back to your thigh, rubbing up and down it as you tried not to think about how you wanted it to move further up your dress.

You could imagine it perfectly: him slowly moving his hand up your thigh and underneath your dress, making his way to your underwear and sticking his hand down it, his fingers teasing your cunt, making you beg for him until he suddenly stuck his fingers inside of you to make all of your whining stop. He’d urge you to make some noise as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, telling you that you could scream his name as loud as you wanted to.

“I never told you, but you look beautiful tonight,” he said lowly in your ear, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze.

“Don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied, your hand going to his thigh and giving it a squeeze in return.

“No, this isn’t about me,” he took your hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Tonight is all about you.” You felt your cheeks blush and couldn’t help but feel like you needed to step up your flirting game just to keep up with him.

You could feel Buck pulling you forward, his eyes looking at your lips hungrily. He captured your top lip between his two and you moved together slowly, trying to figure out your movements, the feeling of each other’s lips so foreign to you both.

His other hand moved to your jaw, tilting your head up so he had more access to your mouth. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you opened up, letting it slide inside, holding back a moan as it swirled around yours.

Before things could get too heated, the car rolled up to Buck’s apartment building. You both got out and he took you by the hand, leading you inside, making a beeline for the elevator. He pressed the necessary button then pulled you into his arms, his lips slotting between yours once again. Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip just as the doors opened and you pushed him inside, your lips still connected.

You pushed him against the wall and slid your tongue into his mouth as you moved your hands up his t-shirt, getting a good feel of his pecks. You broke apart just to take his shirt off and your lips were back on his in a flash.

The elevator doors opened and Buck guided you down the hallway as your lips still moved together, him only breaking away to unlock his door and as soon as you were inside, he pushed you against it, pinning your hands to it as his lips moved to your neck, peppering the spot with kisses before going in for a rough suck, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Evan, oh my god.” He chuckled at that before continuing to scandalize your neck, his teeth grazing the skin, causing your fingernails to dig into his back as you let out another loud moan.

“Yeah? You like that, honey?” Neither of you quite knew where the term of endearment came from, but had to admit that you liked it. Very much.

“More, please.” He kind of liked the idea of you begging for him. Teasing you until you were whining for him. He licked a stripe across your neck then grazed it once again and he couldn’t feel you going limp in his arms.

He pulled you from the wall and mumbled the word “jump” against your skin and you did as he asked and he caught you, his hands moving to your ass as he attached your lips to his as he carried you up the stairs slowly.

He set you down on your feet and you both removed your shoes and kicked them aside before Buck laid you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, his legs tangling with yours as his lips moved back to the hickey he was working on. You turned your head to the side to give him more access and he took advantage, burying his face completely into it, giving it another suck as yet another moan fell from your lips.

“God, fuck,” you whined and let your eyes close tight and pleasure rolled through your body. Your back arched and Buck took that as an opportunity to slip his hands behind you, his hands pressing to your back, moving down to your ass.

His hand slowly moved up your dress and cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze which caused you to yelp in surprise. He chuckled at your reaction and went it for one more hard suck to pull another moan from your lips before diffusing the sting with another swipe of his tongue along the sensitive spot before rolling off of you.

“Wait here for just a second? I’m just gonna grab something.” Before you could answer, he raced down the stairs on the hunt for something and you just laid there, trying to keep yourself from drying up while you waited for him to come back.

You decided to do a little snooping and looked around the room, your eyes catching his jacket that he wore when he was on duty. You found yourself wanting to try it on, but didn’t feel like you had the right since you had only just met and the fact that you wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if something had happened to it.

You slowly snuck over to it, your fantasy getting the best of you as you as you slowly removed it from the top of his duffel bag. You noticed what you assumed was his last name on the bottom of it. Buckley. You liked the sound of it. You slipped it on over your shoulders and slowly zipped it up only to hear Bucks voice behind you.

“What are you doing?” His tone was more amused than accusatory but you were still nervous as you turned around to face him.

“I was just-I honestly don’t know. I’m sorry. I’ll take it off.”

“No, leave it on. You look…hot.” Buck had never fantasized about anything like that, but he had to admit that seeing you in his uniform was definitely doing something for him.

“Yeah?” You asked stepping forward. You turned around and unzipped the jacket and pulled your dress down slowly, letting it pool at your feet, your thong following it, then turned back around. Your eyes filled with lust as you grabbed onto Buck’s hands and guided them up to the zipper.

“Wanna unzip me, Buckley?” You asked, your tone even more flirty than before and Buck swore that he was going to cream his pants. “Go ahead. I can see how badly you want it.”

Instead of unzipping the jacket, He pressed his lips to yours roughly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moaned at the feeling. He continued to kiss you senseless as his hand traveled down the jacket and to your cunt, his fingers teasing the outside and he could already feel your slick, feeling a little cocky about getting you that wet with most just his words. He was definitely back in the game.

“Evan, please,” you whined, begging for his finger to fuck you, but he was still teasing you, not entirely sure that you wanted it enough.

“Gonna need you to beg some more, honey. Not sure you want it enough.”

“Evan, c’mon,” you grabbed hold of his wrist, but he felt like needed a little bit more.

“Gonna need to be a little louder.”

“Please, Evan? Need your fingers so bad.” There it was. He shoved his fingers up your cunt and you gasped, not entirely prepared for them.

“Oh,” was all you were able to get out and you turned your back to him, pressing it to his chest so he could have more access and he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, eating up every last one of your delicious moans. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and it gave him perfect opportunity to watch you completely fall apart at his touch. If his fingers were driving you wild, he wondered just what his dick would do.

“You’re so tight, hon. But don’t worry, I’ll loosen you up real nice.” You had absolutely it doubt about that. He was already making you feel much more pleasure than your ex boyfriend and your vibrator combined.

“Faster,” you moaned. He was being too nice for your liking. You wanted his fingers to fuck you roughly in a way that it was almost concerning.

Buck moved his fingers the fastest he could and you moaned so loudly that he felt his dick hardening even more. Just a few more pumps and you were definitely going to orgasm.

“That’s it,” you told him. “Just like that.” His fingers curved and hit just the right spot to make you reach your climax, your back arching as you did so.

As soon as you came down from your high, Buck removed his fingers from you and turned you around to face him. He slowly brought his fingers covered in your slick up to his mouth and sucked on them, watching your face for your reaction.

His eyes darkened as he sucked on his fingers, licking them entirely clean and you watched him in shock, your cunt now a sopping wet mess. The final straw was when he slowly pulled them from his mouth and licked up the back of them, a devilish smirk making its way upon his face.

“Christ,” was all you were able to say and Buck stepped closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips to yours one more time. He slowly unzipped the jacket and you were getting more desperate for him the longer he took. You were just ready to let him have his way with you already. The jacket fell open and his eyes widened as he took in your naked body, part of it still hidden by the jacket, but the little taste was all he needed.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I mean-“ he tried to come up with something more complimentary, but he couldn’t. You were perfect. The exact kind of woman that always appeared in his dreams.

“Fuck.” His voice was deep and raspy and you felt yourself slick run down your thighs because of how wet you were.

“Are you gonna stare at me all night, Buckley? Or are you going to fuck me?”

“The second one,” he replied, grabbing you by the jacket and pressing his lips to yours roughly. “Definitely the second one.”

“Good boy,” you replied and you both felt his cock tent in his pants as soon as the words left your mouth. That seemed to be the final straw to get him up and he was straight up desperate for you now.

You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them along with his underwear to the floor, his dick springing free as you did so. You felt your mouth water as you thought about what it would feel like in your mouth. But now wasn’t the time. You just needed him inside you.

His cock was leaking with precum and the only other man you had slept with had never looked like that before. Seeing Buck, you had come to realize that you were never the problem.

You grabbed onto Buck’s shoulders and pushed him onto the bed and took the condom from his hand, rolling it onto his cock before placing yourself on top of him, taking no time to roll your hips into his.

Your hands went to your shoulder as you rode him, watching him come undone underneath you, letting him be the one to be teased. His moans were absolutely intoxicating and you moved harder and faster to make him come completely undone and it worked.

“You feel so good, honey,” he moaned. “Look so pretty on top of me.”

“No, you’re the pretty one,” you complimented. “Love how you look underneath me, Buckley.” God, you were good. He had never slept with someone who could keep up with his game and he almost thought that you were better at it than he was.

“And I feel good. You feel so good.” You continued to ride him, going the hardest and fastest that you could and you watched his face, eating up just how much you were able to please him as he let out moan after moan.

You were nothing but pleased with yourself as you watched him come absolutely undone, eating up every last one of his moans as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. They moved together as you continued to ride him. You moved your lips to his cheek and down to his neck and he moved his head to the side to give you more access.

You peppered the spot with kisses, mixing in your tongue in with it, licking across the spot and just that alone was enough to make Buck lose his mind. Between both the feeling of your lips and the fact that you were riding him, it was so overstimulating, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was having the time of his life.

You began to suck on the skin and Buck let out gasp even though he had been very aware of what you were doing. Continued to ride him as you sucked on his neck and he couldn’t feel that he was close, but still wanted you to continue. He wanted you to mark him up good.

You grazed the skin with your teeth and he moaned again, his nails digging into your back as you did so. He scratched down your back and you gave the spot a full on bite, pulling a groan out of him.

“So fucking good,” he said and you sucked on the spot again, swiping your tongue along it to diffuse the sting and just as you were finishing marking him up, he reached completion and collapsed back to the mattress, letting out a loud sigh as you got off of him and cleaned yourself up while Buck disposed of the condom.

As soon as you were done, Buck pulled you back down onto the mattress, leaning over you. His hand reached for you and he lowered himself on top of you to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss before rolling off of you. He turned off his lamp and bid you goodnight along with a kiss before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

———

A loud siren woke you up from your sleep and you turned over to find that Buck was still there, his back facing you. So it hadn’t all been a dream. You had actually slept with him and it wasn’t just a very real fantasy that you had been playing out in your head.

He turned over and a smile broke out on his face as he caught sight of you. That you had actually stayed the night. It always seemed that women liked to leave him right after the act so he was surprised that you were still there.

He smiled back at him and he moved closer, pulling you in for a kiss before rolling out of bed. You laid in bed, watching him get dressed, trying to find a way to ask him if he wanted to go for round two after he got off work, but you decided against it. Maybe you were just meant to only be a one night stand.

“Heading to work?”

“Unfortunately,” he sighed. If Buck had it this way, he would have the day off and had his way with you the entire day, only getting up to go to the bathroom or eat.

“Sure I can’t make you stay?” You asked, pulling down the blanket to reveal your bare breasts and Buck could drool pooling in his mouth as he thought about how much he wanted to suck on them.

“No,” he shook his head to wipe the thought away. Once he was dressed, he made his way over to you and tilted your chin up. “I really have to go. And you have unpacking to do,” he reminded you of what you had told him at the bar. He pressed a kiss to your lips and handed you your dress.

“Kicking me out, Buckley?” You asked as he helped you put your dress on before handing you your thong. You put it on and Buck helped you up from the bed before grabbing his duffel bag and jacket.

“No,” he replied. “Just thought you’d want to be dressed when you walked me to the door.”

The two of you descended the steps and he pulled you to the door, resting his hands on your waist as he did so. His blue eyes bored into yours and he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here until I get back, but I know you have things to do, so we can end things here.”

“That would be the right thing to do,” you pursed your lips. “But fuck being right,” you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slotted your lips between his, taking no time to swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, causing him to pull away.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he pointed at you and you just pulled him over to the staircase, attaching your lips to his.

“Life’s not fair, Buckley,” you told him as you led him up the stairs to go for round two.

Buck had been over an hour late to work and realized that he had a bunch of messages from the rest of the 118 asking where he was. Considering his shirt that was not buttoned correctly and his very kiss bitten lips, it was obvious what he had been up to.

He was met by Bobby when he entered the station and he let out a loud sight because he knew exactly what was coming and didn’t want to hear it. The others were nowhere to be found so he had no one to bail him out, so he was stuck listening to Bobby’s lecture.

“You’re late,” Bobby told him as he crossed his arms over his chest, like a parent who was scolding a child.

“I know, Bobby, and I’m sorry. Time got away from me.” Bobby eyed Buck’s shirt then looked back up at him.

“Clearly. Now don’t let it happen again.” With that, Bobby turned on his heel and headed up the stairs, leaving Buck alone.

Really? That was it? No lecture about how he had a responsibility to the 118? And what about the “new version” of himself that he was trying to become and wasn’t really making an effort since he had just slept with you?

Buck ascended the stairs and was met by the other members of the department turning to face him. They all knew why he was late and knew that he wouldn’t have been able to resist you. They just didn’t think that it would have lasted so that he would have been late to work.

“So, how’d it go?” Eddie asked as he sipped on a cup of coffee. Buck immediately wanted to make himself scarce because he was getting embarrassed. But he sat at the table anyway, the others joining him, wanting to hear about his night, but maybe not all of the details.

“Clearly very well,” Hen replied as she sat down to the left of Buck, spotting his very obvious hickey. She pulled his collar down to get a better look to which Buck pushed her hand away.

“Damn,” Chimney commented. “Guess that’s why you’re late, huh?”

“Sorry, I don’t remember this being any of your business and as close as we all are, I will never share my sex life with any of you.” As soon as he was done speaking, the alarm rang, causing them all to get up and race to the engine to answer a call, leaving the conversation for later. Much later if Buck could help it.

———

You and Scarlett arrived at Athena and Bobby’s right on time and the door opened, Bobby on the other side with a bright smile. He couldn’t have been more happy to see you. You were the only blood relation each other had and considering that your father was never around, Bobby had become one to you. And you were like a daughter to him and he was going to protect you no matter what he had to do to do so.

“There’s my girl,” he greeted, his arms open wide and he pulled you in for a tight hug, the both of you making up for lost time being wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Uncle Robert,” you replied into his chest. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, kiddo. Scarlett, get in here,” he waved her over and she joined the hug before the three of you pulled away.

“Come on in, there’s someone I want you to meet.” He led you over to a woman you could only assume was Athena. You had been nothing but happy for him that he had finally become himself again. He had gotten sober and even though he hadn’t fully healed from his guilt and grief, he was the happiest he had been in a long time and it warmed your heart to see that.

“It’s so lovely to meet you,” you told her and she was quick to pull you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around her in response.

“The feeling is very mutual,” she told you as she gave your back a light rub before pulling away. “You get in here too,” she gestured to Scarlett who she pulled in for a hug.

You looked at Athena and couldn’t have been more excited to meet the woman who made Bobby feel like Bobby again. From all of his texts and emails, it was clear that they were in love and that was what he had deserved after everything he had been through.

“And these are Athena’s children May and Harry and her ex-husband Michael.” They all received hugs as well and you were offered a drink as you waited for everyone else to arrive.

“The rest of 118 should be arriving soon and then we can eat,” Bobby announced. “I’m sure you must be hungry.”

“A little, but I’m fine,” you told him just as there was a knock on the door. Bobby ran to answer it and pretty soon, people were filing in.

Your heart warmed as you watched the living room filled with everyone your uncle had called family and you could help but feel honored that he had wanted you to meet them. That he wanted you all to get along and you sure that you would if Bobby liked them.

Your eyes looked over each person and you had to hold in your gasp as your eyes caught onto Evan. He was the “Buck” your uncle always talked about? He worked with your uncle? Your uncle was his boss and you had slept with him.

Buck’s eyes locked on yours and they widened as he went to approach you. What were you doing there? Who did you know that would have invited there? Unless…no. No way. You were Bobby’s niece?

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THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - three

request: "a rafe enemies to lovers 🫣 the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea that’s all I got you can do whatever else the rest 😛"

WARNINGS: maybank!reader; smut!; rafe is a red flag; guns; mentions of human trafficking; 80% of it is smut you've been warned;

word count: 7.9k...

part i; part ii

Growing up, you had to develop a thick skin. With two deadbeat parents, it wasn't a choice—it was a necessity. Unlike JJ, you never blamed your mother for leaving. She was a victim too, and despite your nightly wishes and prayers that she had taken you with her, you found solace in knowing that at least one of you had escaped the torment of the Maybank household.

You learned early on to rely only on yourself. While you had your younger brother, you never placed that burden on his shoulders. As the older sister, it was your responsibility to take the blame for everything and to shield him from Luke's drunken or drug-fueled rages. You never resented JJ for it, you couldn’t—neither of you asked to be born into this situation.

You tried to take each day slowly, avoiding the house and staying at John B's as much as possible. It was easier said than done; it was hard not to feel like a burden to your friends, especially since you were the one who had to be the adult in the group. Kie, Pope, John B…They weren’t supposed to take care of you. And yet, they did. They took you in, shared their homes, and gave you the semblance of family you craved but never had. It was a delicate balance, living with a foot in both worlds: the chaotic storm of the Maybank household and the calm haven of your friends' places.

At John B's, despite its share of brokenness, it provided a refuge where you could breathe without the constant fear of violence. You often found yourself on the porch, watching the sunset over the marsh, your mind wandering to dreams of freedom. Those moments were precious, tiny pockets of peace in a turbulent life. But no matter how much you tried to distance yourself from the chaos, it was always there, lurking in the background.

Luke Maybank’s shadow was long and dark, and it followed you everywhere. Each time your phone buzzed with a message from JJ, your heart would race, fearing the worst. It was a burden you bore silently, the weight of protecting your brother from a world that seemed determined to break you both.

You eased into being the provider, to think, to act, to protect. It became second nature, an ingrained part of your identity forged from necessity. While others your age worried about trivial matters, you were strategizing the best ways to keep your brother safe, figuring out how to stretch what little money you had, and ensuring that there was always something for JJ to eat, even if it meant you went without.

You learned how to calm Luke down when he was on the brink of a violent outburst, and how to read the signs of an impending storm in his eyes. You figured out which neighbors might turn a blind eye to your requests for help, and which ones might call social services if they saw too much. There were moments, rare and fleeting when you allowed yourself to dream. You imagined a future where you and JJ were free from the chains of your upbringing. But dreams were a luxury you could rarely afford.

So, when Rafe told you—no, demanded—that you stayed in the deadbeat motel room while he met up with his contacts, you lost it.

He'd gotten the text earlier in the morning and decided he was smart enough to lure you out of this. Except he wasn't.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not going.”

You didn’t take it lightly to people making choices for you. Your eyebrows shot up, mouth opening in indignant shock, "You think you can just order me around like I'm some puppet? I'm not staying here while you go off and do God knows what.”

Rafe's eyes narrowed. He wasn’t used to people standing up to him, and for a moment, he looked like he might’ve backed down. But then his expression hardened, the arrogance, and entitlement you’d grown to familiarize yourself with flaring up again.

"It's for your own good," he said, his tone condescending. "You don't understand the kind of people I'm dealing with. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous?" you laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You think I don’t know what danger is? Look around, Cameron.”

Rafe opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off, stepping closer and jabbing a finger into his chest. You’d done a lot of that recently.

"It’s my life on the line too,” you said, your voice low and steady. "And I’m not going to sit here and wait for you to come back like some obedient little bitch.”

His face practically matched the color of the deep red curtains, “You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be, Maybank.”

"No, you are," you fired back. "I’m going with you.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

He took a step away from you, fingers pointed at his temples, “What part of fucking dangerous do you not get?”

“If it’s dangerous for me, it’s dangerous for you.”

The defiance in your fixed look mirrored his own stubbornness. Rafe’s jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tensing visibly. His gaze bore into yours, and you’d be damned if you were the first one to look away.

“This isn’t a game,” he said, his voice tight with frustration. “You have no idea what these people are capable of.”

“Maybe not,” you conceded, “But I’m not staying behind and you’re not going alone.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand along his grown-out hair.

“They chew up people like you.”

“I’ve been chewed up by worse.”

He knew that. For a moment it looked like he might’ve argued. And then, he saw the determination in you, that unyielding resolve that drove him up the fucking walls and he understood that he wasn’t going to win the fight. Unless he played dirty.

“You’re too stubborn, y’know that, right?”

You chose to ignore him, grabbing the simple sweater he’d gotten for you the day before at a local market, “So, when do we leave?”

He almost sprinted to the door, “Now.”

You moved to follow him as he stepped outside into the hallway, but before you could follow, he grabbed your arm.

"Wait."

You almost pulled away, frustration boiling over.

"What now?"

His grip tightened, "This might hurt.”

"What?" You tried to twist free, glaring at him.

"Change of plans."

Before you could react, he pushed you back inside the room, slamming the door shut. He didn’t push you hard enough to fall, but the treason came so suddenly that you nearly lost your balance as you heard the lock click, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.

"Rafe! You piece of shit!” You pounded on the door, fury and panic mixing in your chest. "Let me out! You can't do this!"

His voice was muffled but firm from the other side. "Stay here.”

"You motherfucker!" You screamed, kicking the door. But there's no response from the other side. The only sound was the echo of your own frantic breathing. He was gone, the stupid bastard.

You collapsed against the door, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Rafe just left you there, locked like some helpless child. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

You were a Maybank, damn it, and Maybanks didn’t back down from a fight, even when their choices were taken from them.

In any other situation, you would’ve jumped out the window. You’d done it enough times back home, but this was different. Your room’s floor was too high and even though you could get away with just a few scrapes or a broken finger, you couldn’t risk putting yourself in such a vulnerable state. You needed your body intact in case danger was nearby. If you had to run for your life, you needed both legs functioning.

You glanced around the room, eyes landing on the bed, its frame sturdy and dependable.

That’s it! You thought to yourself as you rushed over and began to strip the sheets from the mattress, working quickly as you tied them together, creating a makeshift rope.

And they said pogues weren’t fucking smart.

It wasn’t your best work, but it was the best you could have under the circumstances. Once you had fashioned the rope, you secured one end to the bed frame, testing it to ensure it could hold your weight. Satisfied that it was sturdy enough, you tossed the other end out the window, watching as it unfurled down the side of the building.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you gripped the makeshift rope tightly and began to lower yourself out the window. It wasn’t your first rodeo; you knew better than to rush. Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly inched your way down the side of the building, the ground looming ever closer with each passing moment.

Finally, your feet touched solid ground, and you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You tried to remember bits and pieces of information Rafe had laid out the night before, about the meeting, something about a dingy marine bar, a bartender named Miguel.

You rushed back inside the motel, ignoring the puzzled look from the front desk guy as you practically demanded information about the bar. He hesitated clearly taken aback by your urgency, the way you blurted out the words, but you didn’t have time for explanations.

"Just tell me where it is," you pleaded, your voice urgent, “It’s important.”

After a moment of hesitation, he relented, quickly scribbling down an address on a piece of paper and thrusting it into your hand.

"It's not far from here," his tone was wary, "But be careful. That place is no good for a lady on her own.”

So, nothing new, you wanted to tell him. Any place infested with men or drunk men was a trap of its own. But instead, you only offered him a curt nod of thanks before dashing out the door again. You needed to find Rafe, you couldn’t afford to waste any time.

You nearly raced through the streets, the address clutched tightly in your hand, a feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. And then, before you could process what the hell was going on, a hand enveloped your upper arm, fingers digging dip in your flesh before you could make a turn, dragging you to the dark alley you’d avoided.

The situation felt all too familiar. Your heart leaped into your throat, adrenaline surging in and out of your veins. Instinctively, you struggled against the unknown grip, kicking and clawing in a desperate attempt to break free. Were you getting mugged?

"Let go of me!" you shout, your voice echoing off the narrow walls of the alley, “I got nothing on me, let me go you stupid fuck!”

With a surge of adrenaline, you mustered all your strength and delivered a sharp elbow to your captor's stomach, causing them to grunt in pain and loosen their hold for a brief moment. You wrenched yourself free, stumbling backward as you scrambled to put some distance between you and your attacker. You were about to land the best punch of your life as you spun around to face them, but as you finally got a good look at him, fear turned into anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Me?” Rafe barked, all up in your personal space, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You jumped out a fucking window?!”

He knew you wouldn’t back down so easily. So he waited around the corner, hoping you were smart enough to keep still even though he knew you would never.

You blinked, the shock of seeing him in front of you momentarily overriding your anger. "You... You locked me in there!"

"Yeah, because you wouldn't listen!" he shot back, his frustration evident in his tone, “Fuck—Jesus fucking Christ.” He was shaking his head wildly, his hands balled into fists as he cursed away like a mantra.

"I told you; I'm not staying behind while you go off risking your life!" You nearly spit but managed to tone down just enough.

"And I told you, it's too dangerous for you!" Rafe's voice rose with each word, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His pacing intensified, his agitation palpable in the confined space of the alley. “What the hell were you thinking? What were you gonna do? Walk in and what, huh? You don't even have a gun on you!"

“So? Give me yours!”

Rafe’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Give you, my gun?! Did you hit your fucking head against the concrete?

“I’ll hit your head against the concrete if I have to.”

His left eye twitched in irritation, the look he gave you filled with enough ire to leave a hint of satisfaction sparking in your chest, “Maybank, I have half a mind to spank you right now, don’t fucking push it.”

You ignored him, “You’d rather I go in there unarmed?” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, “I can do it.”

“Clearly. Look at you,” Rafe’s voice was sharp, his frustration evident. “You think I wanted to leave you behind? You think I liked putting you in that room?”

“You didn't give me a choice! You think I was just gonna sit around waiting for you?”

Rafe sighed, palms pressing into his eyes “I’m trying to protect you, God fucking damn it. I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“Save it,” You hissed out, pressing a hand to your chest as though to keep everything in. “How am I supposed to trust you when you pull this—this shit!”

Rafe reached into the waistband of his trousers, his movements slow and deliberate. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled out his gun, lifting his shirt in the process. He took your hand and dropped it into your palm, his touch firm.

“Show me.”

“Uh?”

He nodded towards the gun in your hand. “Show me you know how to handle it.”

The sudden shifts in his attitude always left you speechless. You hesitated, staring at the weapon in your hand. You had never held a gun before, let alone fired one. But the authority in Rafe’s eyes spurred you to action. With trembling fingers, you checked the safety and made sure the gun was loaded, trying to mimic what you had seen in movies.

“Alright,” Rafe said, his voice low. “Now, point it at me.”

You only gaped in disbelief. “What?!”

“I said point it at me,” he repeated, his tone firm, “C’mon.”

You swallowed hard, your grip tightening on the gun. This was crazy. With shaky hands, you raised the gun, aiming it at Rafe’s chest. Your heart pounded in your ears, the weight of the weapon feeling heavier with each passing second.

“Good,” Rafe said, nodding in approval. “Now, pull the trigger.”

“What the hell?! Rafe?!”

“Trust me, Maybank, just once.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Pull the trigger? He wasn’t fucking serious, was he? You couldn’t actually shoot him, could you?

But Rafe’s expression remained steady, unwavering. Maybe months ago you would’ve done it without a second guess, now? “I’m not pulling the trigger.”

“Just do it. You’re not going to hurt me, okay?”

With a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger, half expecting the gun to recoil in your hand. But nothing happened. You had forgotten to chamber a round. He knew that already.

Rafe’s mouth twitched in a half-smile, as if the entire situation was normal, “You forgot to chamber a round.”

You watched him carefully, his bottom lip stuck out and, embarrassingly, you found you wanted to kiss him. You lowered the gun, your hands shaking with adrenaline. You had just fired a weapon for the first time in your life. He reached out and gently took the gun from your hand, expertly chambering a round before handing it back to you.

“Try again.”

This time, when you aimed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger, you felt the recoil jolt along your body as the bullet fired. The sound echoed off the walls of the alley, causing your heart to race even faster.

“Atta girl.”

“I’m still pissed, Cameron.”

“I know,” Rafe conceded, his voice softening slightly as he reached up to brush your hair from your eye, fingers grazing the side of your neck. “I panicked, okay?”

You studied him for a moment, taking in the tired lines around his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged with exhaustion. He’d done so much for you over the past weeks, it shook you to the core. The countless times he had gone above and beyond, selflessly putting your needs before his own. So maybe, just maybe…you could let it go.

“Okay.”

"Let's go.”

“Wait, right now?”

“Yeah,” Rafe said, his tone brisk as he holstered the gun. "We’re late.”

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Hours later, you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of what just transpired settling heavily on your shoulders, as you and Rafe sat in silence, the events of the meeting replaying in your mind like a broken record. You’d never met such a group of people before. And you didn’t want to, ever again.

"Human traffickers," you muttered, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. "I can't believe we just met with human traffickers."

Rafe nodded solemnly; his expression unreadable. "Yeah.”

"I don't trust them. What if... What if they decide to snatch us up and... Oh my god, what if this is all just a ploy..."

“Hey, look at me,” he said, voice weirdly soft, “We’re in this together, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You wanted to believe him.

Your brow furrowed, your mind racing with questions. “How do you even know these people?”

He hesitated, “Barry. It’s... a long story. But right now, what’s important is that we got a way out, yeah?”

You nodded slowly, realizing that asking him for more information wouldn’t get you anywhere. There were more important matters at hand.

You didn’t know what was worse, running from Ward Cameron, finding yourself at the mercy of human traffickers, or potentially developing feelings for someone who’d ruined so many lives.

God, if your brother saw you now…you’d be the greatest disappointment of his life. The mere idea consumed you entirely. The things you’d done.

The way you’d let Rafe into your bloodstream. You hated yourself for it. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of your grasp, and you hated it.

What would you even tell him? You didn’t even know if had made it, but something told you that he did. He always did. And that meant that sooner or later you’d see him, and you’d have to watch him gradually despise you.

And then there was Rafe. The very thought of him made you want to stop breathing altogether. How could you even begin to reconcile the feelings you harbored for someone who had brought so much pain and destruction into your life? It felt like a betrayal to even consider it.

“You good, Maybank?”

You dragged your gaze away from the swirling fan on the ceiling to meet Rafe's concerned stare. He was studying you intently. You shifted on the bed, turning to face him fully.

"I don’t know,” you muttered, forcing a weak smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, “You?”

He reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch always surprised you, how surprisingly light it felt, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to constantly surround him.

“I don’t know.”

He had every reason to abandon you, to wash his hands clean of the entire situation, but he hadn’t. You nodded, a lump forming in your throat. It was hard to believe that someone like him could be capable of such tenderness, such vulnerability. But there he was, lying beside you, his attention fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“They’re about you.”

"Me?" you repeated confused, your voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between you.

Rafe nodded, scanning your face for any sign of understanding. "Yeah. You."

Your brows pulled together, “What is?”

He visibly gulped, pressing his lips together, blinking several times before releasing a held breath “The nightmares.”

You almost stopped breathing, "What about them?"

He shifted uncomfortably, “They used to be just about my mom. Then dad. Now, it’s—uh, it’s just you. Ever since that night, it’s just you. Dying, because of—yeah.”

Oh.

You hadn’t realized the extent of the impact that night had on him, on both of you. It was a lot to process, the realization that you had become a part of his nightmares, a constant haunting presence in his thoughts. Rafe’s fingers brushed over the scar on your arm, and a rush of memories flooded your mind. The gunshots, the crippling fear you felt when they got to you, how Rafe reacted, how he touched you.

“You should’ve told me before.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You flinched instinctively at his touch, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through your body. But as it lingered, a strange sense of comfort washed over you, like a balm soothing an old wound. For a moment, you let yourself lean into his touch, allowing the warmth of his hand to chase away the ghosts that haunted you.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked, leaning in so his nose brushed against yours; it was warm against your skin.

You shook your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Not anymore."

His fingers continued their path up, eventually reaching your cheek as he cupped it tenderly, carefully, as if he’d break you if he rushed it.

You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness between you. And then, almost hesitantly, you felt him lean in, his mouth brushing against yours in a delicate caress. You hardly had to move to kiss him, only tilting your chin up. It was tender, different from the ones you had before, just so quiet that it made you want to burst into tears.

Once again, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions coursing between you. Guilt, fear, desire, all intertwined in a tumultuous dance within your heart.

You kissed him back, tentatively at first, then with a growing hunger that mirrored the longing you felt deep within your soul. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid to let you slip away. And you melted into his embrace, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the dangers lurking in the shadows, not the weight of your past sins, not the uncertain future that lay ahead. All that existed was the intoxicating feeling between you and Rafe.

But as the kiss deepened, a voice of reason scolded you in the back of your mind, reminding you of the consequences of your actions. You pulled away, breathless and dizzy, your heart pounding in your chest.

“We shouldn’t…” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the beating of your heart.

Rafe only stared, before he nodded, understanding dawning in him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering like a promise of things left unsaid.

“I know,” he sighed, “Just get some rest.”

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction. With a heavy grunt, you lifted yourself off the bed, making your way to the bathroom to change into some booty shorts and a simple tee. When you emerged from the bathroom, Rafe was already settled on the bed, only in his boxers, his attention fixed on some point in the distance. You hesitated for a moment before joining him, the distance and closeness between you feeling suffocating.

You wanted to say something, anything to break the tension, but the words stuck in your throat like a lump of lead. Instead, you settled for a nod, and a quiet “Goodnight.”

You slipped under the covers, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you in a false sense of security.

“Night, pretty Maybank.”

You shut your eyelids, willing your racing mind to quiet down. But no matter how hard you tried, sleep eluded you, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound of passing cars sent a shiver down your spine, your senses heightened to the point of paranoia. You shifted restlessly in bed, the new sheets tangling around your legs like shackles, trapping you in a prison of your own making.

You heard Rafe's voice beside you, breaking the silence of the room, “Can’t sleep if you keep moving.”

“Sorry.”

Rafe reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness, “What is it?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Rafe's hand tightened around yours, "I know, Maybank," he spoke in a ushed tone, "But you're safe here. Try to relax, okay?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, already feeling the upcoming headache, “I don’t know how to.”

It was quiet again for a minute and you feared you’d bored the man to sleep with your insecurities, but then he spoke again, “Turn around.”

You opened your eyes, even though you could barely see him, face twisting into confusion.

“What?”

Rafe's thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand in a soothing rhythm, “Turn round f’me, kay?”

With a soft sigh, you shifted, turning onto your side to face away from him.

Rafe moved closer, his body pulling against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his chest. His warmth enveloped you like a shield as he pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering against your skin.

“There,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “Better?”

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

These were dangerous waters. If you couldn’t sleep before, you sure as hell weren’t about to do it now. All you could think about was that night, how he felt, how he touched you, how he fit right.

Your pulse quickened, and your skin tingled. An almost overwhelming feeling of arousal took over you, and with whatever courage you had left from the day, you shifted again, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him. His warmth seeped into your skin, melting away the tension that had coiled tight in your muscles during the day, you could feel every ridge and turn of his body.

Your touch drew a low, guttural groan from Rafe, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed closer, his arousal unmistakable against your back. His teeth grazed your shoulder, followed by the flick of his tongue, and you released a breathy sigh as he lowered his head to bite the area.

His arm tightened around you as you traced the contours of his fingers, mapping out the familiar territory with ease and want. His heartbeat echoed against your back, a steady rhythm that matched the frantic beat of his own heart.

His lips brushed against your neck, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core, “Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with purpose, “’M right here.”

With a boldness that surprised even yourself, you shifted your hips, grinding back against him, seeking the friction that would ease the ache between your legs and your head. Rafe's response was immediate, his hands roaming over your body with a fervor that left you dizzy. His fingers found their way to the hem of your shorts, teasing the sensitive skin with feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You twisted your fingers into his long hair, tugging lightly, delighting in the gasp it pulled from him.

“Tell me stop, please,” His mouth brushed against your ear again, words coming out a slurred mess.

You ran you finger over his leg, where his boxers had risen, the warm skin driving you insane. If you lifted your fingers just a little higher, you’d be able to feel all of him.

You had to bite back a squeal when his thumb brushed over your covered nipple, “I can’t.”

You felt the tension in his muscles as he paused for a moment, his grip on you tightening. An unrestrained, almost desperate plea escaping his mouth, "Are you sure?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his question settling over you. The uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all came down together in a chaotic swirl. This was so fucking wrong. But underneath it all, you knew what you wanted. You turned your head slightly, your lips grazing his jawline as you muttered a "Yes."

You gasped when Rafe raised his thigh, placing it between your own, as he used his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth, grinding you down against his skin. You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever felt so out of control, so desperate for someone’s touch. The thin barrier of your shorts and panties felt like an unbearable hindrance, a small but significant obstruction to the shattering desire coursing through your veins.

One of his hands slipped under the waistband of your panties, the other splaying across your stomach, holding you firmly in place. His fingers found you slick and ready, a whimper vibrating across his chest at the discovery.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his fingers starting a slow, torturous rhythm against your clit. You bucked against his hand, seeking more, needing more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, and you turned slightly to capture his lips in a heated kiss. You felt his tongue press against yours and you nearly came on the spot. He slowly circled your clit, sending your hips jerking into him, “I can’t stop touching you.”

You struggled to form words as breathy moans escaped your mouth, “Please don’t,” you rasped, your thoughts blurring as he dipped the tips of his fingers inside you, gathering your wetness. When you finally found your voice, it was a mere screech, “Rafe...”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured back, finally pushing two fingers inside you, at an agonizing pace, “I’ve got you.”

Your jaw went slack as he curled his thick fingers, a gasp escaping when he found that spot that made you see stars. Your nails involuntarily dug into his skin. The heel of his hand pressed against your clit, pulling another moan from you. With his other hand still on your hip, he pushed you back, guiding you to grind against his fingers.

The rhythm he set was maddening, each movement driving you closer to the edge. Rafe's breath was hot against your neck, his voice a growl as he removed his fingers, making you whine in protest.

He glided one between your folds, the wetness easing up the process, “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his words sending a thrill down your spine. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“Ra—You’re gonna make me cum,” you gasped as his arm left your waist, sliding underneath your ribcage and resting on your chest, kneading your breast through the fabric of your shirt, “Fuck.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s the point,” he purred into your ear, two fingers sliding inside you again, so suddenly you threw your head back again, thighs clenching together tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out.

At this point, you were lightheaded, fucking yourself back onto him, grinding down as you chased your orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Rafe...”

His fingers quickened their pace, each thrust sending oceans of pleasure down your body. “Not stopping,” he promised, his voice a rough whisper. “Want to feel you cum around my fingers.”

His words sent you spiraling, the buzz building to an unbearable peak. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the intensity of your approaching climax. Rafe's touch was relentless, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“Rafe—” you cried out, your voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating from your core. Your body convulsed, and you clung to him, nails digging into his arm as you rode out the ecstasy.

Rafe held you without a break, his fingers never slowing, drawing out every last tremor of your release. When you finally came down, breathless and spent, he gently withdrew his fingers, not giving you a break to breathe as he shuffled behind you, pulling his boxers down, just enough to release his aching cock, doing the same to you as he slid his length between your folds.

The sensation was…everything, his heaviness pressing against your sensitive, slick entrance, the heat of him making you shiver. You bit your lip, suppressing a scream as Rafe's hand gripped your hip, holding you steady.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, barely able to form coherent thoughts. The anticipation coiled inside you again, your body already aching for him, “’M sensitive.”

“Shhhh,” he purred, his voice husky and all rough against your ear. “Just relax, pretty.”

He rocked his hips slowly, the head of his fat cock teasing your entrance, not pushing in but sliding between your folds, spreading your wetness over his length. Holy fuck, you’d gone to heaven. The friction was maddening, each movement sending volumes of satisfaction through you.

Rafe's breath hitched, his grip on your hip tightening as he struggled for control. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, biting your lip when his tip bumped against your clit, “I need you to—Shit, just fuck me.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, he angled his hips and began to push inside you, inch by tantalizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, slowly filling you in a way that left you gasping, your body accommodating him with a shuddering breath.

“Jesus,” Rafe hissed, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as his cock twitched inside you. “So tight.”

Your fingers dug into the sheets, the thrill and the sensation of being filled to the hilt almost too much to bear. You could feel every part of him, the way he throbbed inside you, the way his body fit perfectly against yours. You felt his breathing against your skin, coming out in uneven and ragged breaths.

He started a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust measured and deep, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. His other hand found your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh through your shirt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

You couldn’t hold back the mewls that escaped your lips, each movement driving you higher, the tension building again rapidly. Rafe’s breath was ragged against your ear, his lips brushing your skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. He gently bit your earlobe, withdrawing his hips until only the tip of him remained inside you, before slowly pushing back in with deliberate, languid movements. You reached back, tangling your fingers in his hair once again.

“Rafe... harder, please,” you begged, shame thrown out the window, “I need it harder.”

He moaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he complied, his hips snapping against you with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His hand slid down from your chest to your clit, circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, driving you closer to the edge.

You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink.

“Can’t belie—fuck. Can’t believe I get to have you again.”

You curved your back again, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, your body craving the release that was so close. His hand on your clit moved in time with his hips, each touch sending you spiraling higher.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathless whimper.

“Then let go,” Rafe growled, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you.”

You groaned, “I want to see you when I do.”

Before he could answer, you pulled away from him, making him groan in response, but you shut him up as you turned to face him, dragging your shorts and panties out of the way, not looking where you threw them as you quickly lifted your body and settled over his, hands pressed to his naked chest as you rubbed yourself against him.

Rafe's hands gripped your hips firmly as you positioned yourself above him, “You trying to kill me, pretty Maybank?”

You smirked, leaning down to press a quick peck against his lips, “Yeah.”

Without any warning, you lowered yourself onto him, both gasping at the sensation of being joined once again. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, his tip touching your cervix. Your movements were slow at first, savoring all of him, every sensation that rippled from end to end of your body. But soon, the slow burn of desire ignited into a raging inferno, and you found yourself moving faster, chasing that peak of pleasure one more time.

“Get this fucking thing off,” He growled, pulling at your shirt. You would’ve found it funny if you weren’t so desperate to feel him.

You sat up, quickly tugging the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. Rafe's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your bare chest, his hands immediately finding your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a way that made you gasp and arch into his touch. You started to move again, lifting yourself up before sinking back down onto him, each movement sending waves of desire through both of you.

A filthy kiss followed, all spit and tongues tangling messily as if trying to devour each other whole. The taste of him filled your mouth, a heady mixture of the cigarettes and toothpaste, his moans mingling with yours. The kiss was a brutal assault, his teeth nipping at your lips, drawing blood, which only seemed to fuel the frenzied rhythm of your body. Rafe's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements, and encouraging you to take him deeper, pounding into you, abs flexing.

You leaned forward, your hands bracing against his sturdy chest, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, your cries, and the rhythmic, filthy, slap of skin against skin.

“Fuck, this pussy can’t be real,” Rafe groaned, his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. “Ride me harder, baby. Wanna watch you.”

You increased your pace, the friction and fullness driving you closer to the edge with each thrust. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, holding you steady as you moved, his touch grounding you even as you felt like you were about to come apart at the seams. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in tight, precise circles that had you crying out his name.

“Oh god, Rafe, I’m so close,” you panted, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your release, wanting to savor every second of this moment.

“Cum for me, pretty,” he urged his voice rough and filled with need. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took. With a loud moan, you came, your body convulsing around him, your nails digging into his chest as the phases of your pleasure crashed over you. Rafe watched you, his expression one of pure awe and desire, his hands never leaving your body, grounding you through your orgasm. As your climax subsided, your breathing ragged and your limbs trembling, he gently kissed your temple, his lips soft and tender. He murmured soothing words, his voice a sexy whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong against your own racing pulse, a reminder of the connection between you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, calming you, bringing you back to earth.

But as the waves subsided, you became acutely aware of Rafe's cock still hard and throbbing inside you. His breath was ragged, his eyes void of any color, and you knew he was on the brink. You lifted yourself slightly, feeling him slip almost out of you before you sank back down, taking him deep again, despite the way your thighs burned, the way your hole ached.

"Rafe," you called, "I want to feel you cum inside me."

His grip on you tightened, his eyes briefly closing as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He released you for a moment, only to bring his hand down sharply, delivering a stinging smack to your ass, "Watch your fucking mouth.”

The sudden impact made you gasp, the pain amplifying your desire.

Rafe's eyes snapped open, dark and intense as he watched your reaction. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, "Look at you."

You could only nod, breathless and aching for more. His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements with a renewed urgency. The sting from the slap lingered, a delicious reminder of his dominance, the only place you'd let him take the lead.

You started to move again, your pace slow and deliberate, your movements designed to drive him wild. Each time you sank onto him, you could feel him throbbing, his control slipping with every passing second. His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he tried to hold on.

"Please, baby," you whined, "I need to feel you cum."

The pet name did it. His response was immediate. With a growl, he shifted, flipping you onto your back and pinning you beneath him.

The sudden change made you gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he drove into you with a powerful thrust. His pace was relentless, his movements fueled by a desperate need to reach his release. His face was a mask of intense concentration, his jaw clenched as he pounded into you. The sounds of your “oh’s” mixed with his grunts, creating a symphony of raw passion. You could feel the tension coiling inside him, the way his body strained against yours, every muscle taut with anticipation.

"Gonna fill you up,” he grounded out, his voice strained, "So fucking close."

You tightened your legs around him, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. "Cum for me, baby," you urged, your desire reigniting at the thought of him finding his release, “Need you so bad.”

His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a feral intensity. "You want my cum?" he growled, thrusting harder, making you cry out in pleasure. "Beg for it."

"Please, Rafe," you gasped, feeling the pressure building inside you, "Fill me up. I need it. I need you."

With a final, powerful thrust, Rafe's body stiffened, his head dropping to rest against your shoulder as he let out a hoarse cry. You felt the hot rush of his release, the pulsing of his cock as he emptied himself inside you. His entire body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm. You could feel him pulsing, the warmth flooding you as he let out a primal growl, his grip on you almost bruising. And right there, another orgasm ripped through you, your body tightening around him as you cried out his name.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting and trembling. His weight was comforting, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses to your skin, his earlier roughness giving way to a tender aftermath.

You held him close, your hands running soothingly over his back, feeling the ridges of the muscles you had just marked with your nails. your own body still buzzing with the aftermath of your pleasure. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes met yours, a look of pure adoration in his gaze that rendered you speechless. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his touch kind and reverent.

He cradled your face in his hands. "We’re gonna be okay," his breath felt warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten with emotion.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Rafe's lips touched yours again, the faint tender kiss a stark contrast to the man you used to know. You tried to hold back, to keep the overwhelming tide at bay, but the dam broke, and a sob escaped your lips.

He pulled back slightly, concern etched across his pretty features. "Hey," he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, "No, it’s not that," your voice trembled, “I’m scared.”

Rafe's expression softened, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "Shh, it's okay," he soothed his voice a comforting balm to your frayed nerves. "Let it out, baby. I’m right here."

You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his skin. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the gentle strength of his hold were the only thing keeping you together at this point and if you didn’t feel so much, you’d feel pathetic for relying so much on someone else. He held you tightly, his hand stroking your hair as you cried, releasing the pent-up fear and anxiety.

"We—I, I don’t know what I’m doing," you admitted through your tears, your voice muffled against his chest. "I’m really, really scared.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering in a gesture of reassurance. "I know, Maybank," he whispered, his voice steady and unwavering. "I’m scared too.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "You are?" you asked, almost in disbelief.

He nodded, his attention never wavering from features.

"Yeah, I am. This...And—don’t know what I’m doing either. But I want it. I want you."

“But it’s wrong.”

“I know, pretty.”

He pulled out slowly, both of you hissing at the sensitivity. Rolling onto his side, he gathered you into his arms, holding you close. You nestled against his chest.

“I’m sorry for jumping out the window,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, “You just...make me so angry.”

He chuckled softly, his fingers running through your hair in soothing strokes. "I shouldn’t have locked you in.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the last of your tears dry against his skin. The comfort of his embrace, his steady presence, was grounding you. You knew things wouldn’t be easy, but his reassurance gave you strength. After a while, Rafe shifted slightly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

"We’ll figure this out, Maybank.”

“Promise?”

He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. Promises weren’t something he was used to making, you knew that. But then he nodded.

“Promise.”

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The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 8

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

Chap 1, Chap 2 , Chap 3 , Chap 4 , Chap 5 , Chap 6 , Chap 7 , Chap 8 , Chap 9 ,-

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Everyone's eyes were on you, likely thinking you didn’t exist. The Celestial Enterprise knew the proper miss and acknowledged by your father, the CEO, as Victoria.

This time was different. They were more invested because of the person walking beside you, Bucky Barnes.

You were nervous, for sure, but Bucky was calming you down. He said, “Calm down, I can hear your teeth chattering.”

“I’m not,” you replied. Was it that obvious? You pinched your thigh to clear your mind with the pain.

Bucky chuckled. It was true your teeth didn’t make a sound, but he could feel your fear, so he tried to bring back your fierce character. “Look at all these people. After tonight, they will remember who you truly are.”

Yes. He was right. Before, you could only dream of this, never taking a step because you knew the bridge would be destroyed by your stepmom first.

But this time was different because you could cross the bridge with Bucky's help.

What kind of luck did you have to have Bucky supporting you?

Flashback Start

After remembering everything, Bucky felt a surge of anger at the people who had kidnapped him. But now, that anger was replaced by gratitude as he recalled how he was saved. It was you and your grandma.

It must be God’s work that brought you and him together again. Bucky knew he had to repay the kindness he received from you both.

He went to his parents' house early in the morning. His parents were already up, enjoying a short walk. His dad was sipping coffee and eating toast while his mom was reading the newspaper.

“Son? What are—?” Juliana began, looking up from her newspaper.

“I remembered,” Bucky interrupted, his voice steady.

Bucky’s dad, Rowan, curious but skeptical, remarked, “You forgot something?”

“Shush,” Juliana said, flicking her husband’s hand lightly. She quickly understood what Bucky meant. “Everything?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern and hope.

Bucky sat down to join his parents, taking a deep breath. “Including the person who saved me,” he said, his voice filled with mixed emotions.

His confession took his parents by surprise. The time when Bucky was kidnapped was the darkest day of their lives, like a living hell. It was then that they realized money could bring security and danger. Their only son had become a hostage.

He was kidnapped for two weeks. It was a miracle when the police from an outlying city called to say they had found him. Actually, it was a woman and her granddaughter who discovered Bucky. It was nothing short of a miracle.

Juliana and Rowan wanted to thank the people who had saved their son, but when they tried to get more information, the police said no one was in the cabin anymore.

At that time, there was no social media or viral news. They wanted to keep searching, but they stopped because of Bucky's trauma. He had lost all memories of his kidnappers and the people who saved him.

Although they stopped searching, the Barnes family never stopped being grateful and wishing the best for the people who saved Bucky.

“Could you describe the people who saved you?” Rowan asked, leaning forward with interest.

“Even better. I met them,” Bucky replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

His parents were even more shocked. Juliana’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise while Bucky’s dad sat back, stunned.

“We have to meet them. As Barnes, we never forget the people who helped us,” Rowan declared, his voice filled with determination.

Bucky nodded, a serious expression on his face. “Before you meet them, I need your help.”

His parents listened intently, their faces a mix of curiosity and readiness.

Juliana reached out, touching Bucky’s arm gently. “Whatever you need, son.”

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The luxurious car parked in the school parking lot, drawing curious glances from students. Bucky stepped out, straightening his jacket, and made his way toward the school entrance. It had been a few days since he last saw you, and he was eager to catch up.

As he approached, he heard loud cheers and shouts from the male students, echoing through the windows. The lively and raucous atmosphere was a stark contrast to the quiet, private school he had attended. Intrigued, he followed the noise and found himself at the field track.

He initially thought it was a running exam, but quickly realized it was something different. A group of students was running, chased by someone wielding a baseball bat.

It was you.

You had taken off the cast from your left arm, and as you ran, you swung the bat with determined precision. The sight made the students you were chasing scatter in fear.

"I'm sorry!" Jimmy, one of the students, yelled as he ran.

"Destroying school property with graffiti is a big no, Jimmy," you called back, your voice steady as you gained on him.

Jimmy, looking over his shoulder in terror, suddenly spotted Bucky standing ahead. He remembered this rich man from his previous visit to the school.

"Bro! Help me out a bit," Jimmy pleaded, darting behind Bucky in desperation, using him as a human shield.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Jimmy with mild amusement. He turned his gaze to you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You stopped when you saw Bucky, your bloodlust evaporating.

"Oh, hi! What are you doing here?" you asked, catching your breath after the chase.

Bucky, looking out of place compared to you, covered in sweat and still holding the bat, smiled. "What lessons are you teaching right now?"

"Attitude," you replied, pointing the bat at Jimmy, cstill hiding behind Bucky. "This lad behind you wants to be Jackson Pollock. He painted the school's clean wall with graffiti."

Bucky glanced at Jimmy and then back at you. "He did wrong. It must be a hassle to clean it."

"Damn right. The principal will make me clean it," you grumbled.

"That's not fair. I will call a carpenter to paint the wall," Bucky said firmly.

"Really?" Both you and Jimmy asked at the same time, surprised.

Bucky nodded. "As payment, I need to steal you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, please. Bro, take her with you," Jimmy said eagerly, pushing Bucky closer to you.

Neither of you expected it, and you were ready to help Bucky if he panicked. Bucky had prepared himself too, but nothing happened, even though his heartbeat was racing.

"You're not...?" you began, your eyes searching his for any sign of distress.

Bucky grabbed your hand. "Let's go. I want you to meet someone."

"Wait," you protested, but Bucky was already leading you away.

Many students watched in astonishment as their fearless teacher held hands with Bucky. After a brief second, they erupted into cheers.

"Get it, teach! Get it!" "Woohoo! Love is in the air!"

You felt the back of your neck grow hot with embarrassment, but you couldn't help but notice that Bucky seemed different. His grip on your hand was firm and steady, his posture confident.

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Bucky takes you to a luxurious hotel restaurant. The hotel manager welcomes you both warmly, guiding you through the elegant lobby. As you walk, you feel a bit out of place in your casual attire, a stark contrast to the opulence around you. It's been a long time since you've set foot in a five-star hotel.

The manager leads you to a private room and opens the door. Inside, two people are already seated at the dining table. You recognize the woman, and suddenly, it clicks—you're meeting Bucky's parents.

"Oh my god," you murmur under your breath, hastily brushing your hair back and fixing the collar of your shirt.

Juliana rises from her seat and approaches you with a warm smile, wrapping you in a hug. Your hands hover awkwardly in the air, unsure of how to respond. How could a wealthy lady like her be so friendly?

Meanwhile, Bucky's father, Rowan, the CEO of a major company, smiles at you with genuine warmth.

"Thank you for saving my son," Juliana says, her gratitude evident.

You blink, confusion written all over your face. "I... I don't understand."

Bucky clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I haven't talked to her about that yet."

Juliana chuckles softly. "No wonder she looks clueless. Forgive my son. Please, take a seat."

You sit down, feeling all eyes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember years ago, you and your grandma found a boy?” Juliana asks gently.

You think about it for a moment. Your grandma? A boy? The memory is blurry, but you recall a boy that your grandma brought to the cabin.

"The next morning, the boy was gone, and we had to leave. It turned out my father had taken the rights to that small cabin too," you say, piecing it together.

“I was that boy,” Bucky reveals.

“You—? No, I don’t think so. Oh my god, it is you,” you gasp as the realization hits.

Cassandra pats your shoulder reassuringly. “That’s why we wanted to meet you. It’s such a small world.”

“Hahaha… yeah,” you laugh nervously, still processing the revelation.

Rowan leans in, his voice filled with gratitude. “We’re forever grateful to you. You and your grandma saved our son's life.”

You feel a rush of emotions. “It was my grandma who found him,” you say modestly.

Bucky nods. “And that’s why we will give Cassandra the best treatment.”

Your heart leaps at his words. This is such a great gift. “Thank you…” you say, holding back your tears.

Juliana offers you a tissue. “This is just the start, my dear. You deserve so much more.”

Bucky and his dad nod in agreement.

“There are two things that she wants: Velari and her childhood home,” Bucky states firmly.

Rowan and Juliana exchange a look of surprise. “That’s it? You only want to get back Velari and the house?” Rowan asks. Because they could give you so much more.

You clear your throat, gathering your thoughts. “To be honest, my knowledge of business isn’t that good. I only want to get back the business that my mom and grandma put their blood, sweat, and tears into. Looking at the design that both women created for Valerie, the root concept of Velari is gone. It has fallen into consumerism.”

Juliana nods in agreement. The old designs from Velari were classic and timeless. She’s too shy to tell you she’s wearing a Velari shirt, but she appreciates how you admit your limitations. You’re not greedy.

Juliana interjects, “What will your father say?”

“He’s only a father in name. He was never a father to me,” you reply, bitterness creeping into your voice.

The Barnes nod their heads, understanding the situation of your family. They know that your mother died of a heart attack after discovering her husband’s infidelity, and that your father prefers his second wife and younger daughter over you.

You look at their supportive expressions, feeling a mix of sadness and gratitude. It’s painful to realize that strangers are more willing to help you than your own blood relatives.

Juliana claps her hands together, breaking the somber mood. “That would be easy. You will get back what’s yours, dear.”

You feel a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you.”

Flashback Ends

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That brings both of you to the anniversary of Celestial Enterprise. With the support of the Barnes family, you are no longer scared.

Genevieve and Jonathan approach you both. Genevieve wears her one-million-dollar smile, polite yet the fakest smile you’ve ever seen. Inside, she wants to curse you with the most evil words she knows.

Victoria has resigned herself from the party. It was supposed to be her daughter standing beside Bucky, not you.

You smile at your so-called dad and Genevieve, especially her. Jonathan, who used to turn a blind eye, now sees you as worthy of his time.

Genevieve, who used to look at you as if you were beneath her, is now scared. You feel that karma is catching up with your stepmom and stepsister.

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Wild Wild West

Summary: Lando walks into a bar and falls for Oscar's barrel racing Cousin.

Side note: I'm Australian so chips to me are fries to most people. Idk in my family we call everything chips. There's properly spelling and grammar errors.

When people think of ranch life they think cows. The smell. But that’s not Lando thinks. He thinks of Y/n. The love of his life.

The woman who changed his life. Meeting her in that bar was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It was like God was leading him to his salvation.

He wouldn't know what to do without now. Meeting her was like meeting his soulmate. He had gotten everything and more from meeting her.

Lando smiled in relief when he saw the glowing sign of a motel. It felt like he was walking for days when it had only been two hours. The sun had gone down while he walked and while it was beautiful he didn't have time to think about it.

When Oscar had gave instructions to him, he never thought it would be that hard to find a house. But then again, he was in the middle of nowhere. All he needed was a phone and everything would be fine.

And maybe a drink. Defiantly a drink.

Lando opened the bar doors and immediately made his way over to the bar. There was the bar with stools, a dancing floor, a pool table and a few more tables in witched he guessed people sat, drank and ate.

“Whiskey. Please.” Lando told the bartender who nodded. Lando sighed and looked around. He saw two-men playing pool. They looked to be in there 20's

On the other side of the bar was an older man reading a paper. No one else was in the bar.

“Excuse me. Do you have a pay phone I can use?” Lando asked the bartender when he placed his drink in front of him.

The bartender chuckled. “You're in bad luck mate. Phone broke yesterday.”

Lando grumbled. “Thanks anyway.” He sipped his whisky slightly thinking of ways to contact Oscar to come get him out of this mess.

The bartender offered him a small smile. “Do you have anywhere to sleep for the night mate?” He asked as he cleaned some glasses.

Lando shook his head. “No. I’m lost. Can you tell me where I am?” Lando looked around the bar and he could tell the bar was well looked after.

The town he was in looked pretty nice but when Lando was walking in he could tell it was small. That not many people knew it was here. He had seen many of ranches and some old looking house when he was looking for a pay phone.

“Old Range.” (Fake) The bartender said. “I’m Jeff, and that old man down there is my father John he owns the hotel across the road. You can sleep there for the night.” Jeff offered Lando.

Lando nodded in thanks. “Thank you.” He sent a smile to Jeff and John; John just waved him off and went back to reading hardly paying attention.

“Yes!!” An excited yell made Lando look over and see the two guys playing pool.

Jeff shook his head at the guys playing pool. He poured Lando another drink. The front bar doors opened and when Lando looked over to the door he felt like the air was stolen from his lungs.

The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life was standing there looking at him. She had a nice blue dress, compared with a leathered belt around her waist. And of course, cowboys boot along with the black cowboy hat.

Y/n smiled as she walked over to the bar. She stopped and kissed John on the cheek before taking a seat next to Lando.

“Jeff.” Y/n greeted with a smile one he returned. "Whisky please." She turned to Lando and sent him a smile that had him melting. "Not from around here?" She asked as she looked him up and down.

Lando suddenly felt silly for wearing a hoodie and jeans. Mainly the hoodie. "No." He gulped.

You hummed taking a sip of your drink.

"First place again, Y/n?" Jeff asked the girl.

She nodded, "It was tuff, but they can never beat the rebel." She grinned; Jeff just laughed.

"What did you get first place for?" Lando couldn't help but ask.

The boys that were at the pool table laughed making Lando look back at them. Y/n shot them a look making them shut up. She looked at Lando, "Barrel racing." She answered him.

Lando looked wide eyed at her, "Wow." He breathed out. "Isn't it dangerous?" He asked intred.

Y/n shrugged, "Yeah but I know what I'm doing." She nodded to over his shoulder and Lando turned and saw photos and newspaper clipping all over the wall. "Thats all me." She explained to him.

He couldn't help but get up and get a closer look. Y/n got up as well and stood shoulder to shoulder to him. There were folders of her holding trophies and belt buckles from a little age to now he guessed.

"How long have you been barrel racing." Lando asked. His British accent showing making Y/n grin.

"Since I was four. I did it on pony and then horse once I got older. Travel all around the world." She explained. She pointed to a higher up picture. It was a picture collum with five photos of her holding a big trofie with a buckle int he other hand. "I'm a five-time world barrel racing champion." She grinned bumping shoulders with a god smacked Lando.

"Jesus." He breathed out. When this beautiful girl couldn't get more interesting. He chuckled, "And I can't even win a race."

Y/n hummed looking fondly at the photos. "You will one day." She told him.

Lando hummed but whipped around to look at her with frowned eyebrows wondering how she knew what he meant. "Do you now that I'm an F1 racer?"

Y/m turned to him and smirked, "Y/n Piastri. Pleasure." She told him.

Lando just started at her in wonder. "Your related to Oscar? You?"

She giggled. "Cousins. He called me before and told me he had been calling you. He checked where your last known location was and asked me to come and get you." She explained to him.

"Wow." Lando said. He took a seat at one of the bar tables near the wall. "Man, my day has been hectic."

Y/n hummed and sat across from him. "It's easy-to-get lost around these parts. But it has its perks from growing up around here." She told him. "I told Oscar I'll bring you to the ranch tomorrow."

Lando smiled at her in thanks. She smiled back making him blush a little. "But for now we should get some food in you." She beamed before looking at Jeff. "Just the usual." She told the bartender making him grin and nod before going through the doors to the kitchen.

"I should of recognized you from the photos Oscar showed me." Lando told the girl.

"Oscar talks about me?" Y/n asked as she leaned forward a bit.

Lando nodded, "All the time." Making Y/n smile.

Lando and Y/n sat there talking about barrel racing and Y/n asking more about F1. There conversation flowed making John look up from his paper now and then.

It was interesting seeing Y/n take an interest in a boy. She has had past relationships, but they never worked out. Especially the bull riding boys.

A plate being put on the table made their conversation stop. On the plate was a good-sized steak and chips. Jeff winked giving Y/n a small bowl of chips.

"Enjoy." He said before going back behind the bar to get the boys from the pool table another drink.

"This looks amazing." Lando looked at the steak in amazement.

"Yeah, Jeff makes the best steak ever." Y/n told the brit as she started eating her chips. She watched as Lando smiled at the taste of it. "Good?"

"Define." Lando answered making Y/n giggle. For the rest of the night Lando and Y/n had eaten, talked, drank and played pool with the two guys.

The two giggled together crossing the dirt road to the motel, Y/n's hat on Lando's head. John had gone and gotten Lando's key for him before they left the bar. Y/n smiled and looked up at the clear sky.

Lando stopped to see what she was doing. He had his arm around her shoulders with Y/n holding his hand that was round her. "Why'd you stop?" He asked.

When she didn't answer he looked to sky where she was looking. The sky was so clear you could see the stars so clearly. Them shining brightly down to them. "It's so beautiful." Lando spoke soflty.

"I never see stars like this anywhere else." Y/n confessed. "Home is where the heart is." She said leaning her head on Lando's shoulder.

Lando leaned his head on her head. "That's the truth." He whispered.

They stood there looking at the sly before Lando leaded them to their rooms that were next to each other.

"Well, this is me." Y/n said at her door. Lando smiled at her and tucked a piece of her brown blackish hair behind her ear. When Y/n looked at him she couldn't but smile, "Why are you smiling at me?"

"You're so beautiful." He confessed to her admiring all her features that made her, her. He wouldn't be able to live not doing what he was about to do.

Y/n blushed and giggled trying not to let his complement go to her heart. She had already felt like Lando was amazing and could be more. "Your drunk." She told him.

Lando shook his head in refusal and took both her cheeks in his hands. "I have never been more sober then right now. God when you walked into, the bar this afternoon I thought you were most beautiful woman in the world. And I won't be able to go to asleep without doing this." Lando confessed to her.

Before she could ask what, he was going to do he kissed her. It didn't take a moment for Y/n to kiss him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged on his curls making him groan. It was like a part of them each other had found each other.

They parted. Foreheads leaning on each other. "You don't even know me." Y/n told the brit.

Lando shook his head softly, "I want to know you. I want to know the good and the bad." He told her, his breath fanning her face. Y/n smiled tracing his face with her finger tips.

"You do?"

"Yes."

And they kissed again. So passionately. Y/n smiled into the kiss. In that moment after just meeting a few hours ago they knew they were meant for each other. They both just knew.

When they parted again for the second time, Y/n took a step back and opened her hotel door and beckoned him making him grin and Y/n to squeal when he picked her up again.

It was one of the best nights that Lando had ever had. He had never met a girl as beautiful, kind and just God dam different then Y/n. He fell in love that night when he went to asleep in the old town hotel with Y/n next to him.

It was the start of one of the tales of Y/n and Lando. Anyone that saw them together would think they would never go together. With Y/n all county like and Lando far from it, but just one second with them, you would know that they were better together then apart.

And Oscar had sworn that he had never seen Lando happier than he was when he was with his cousin. And now a new photo sat on the wall of the bar.

But whenever there in their little town they always star gaze together.

You guys can request anything you want for Lando.

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sgiandubh · 3 days

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Last minute Swifties

Contrary to what many thought and some posted, I do think the OL cast's Taylor Swift experience was a last minute promo idea, very much monitored by *** and Tall Ships. I was wrong about minder/security guy (still, eerie...) and I never have a problem publicly admitting it. But quite unlikely I am wrong about this one. And sorry for the length, but you know how I am when I am looking for something, right?

Let's unpack: cast thanked the 'organizers' (and minders, really) in very specific terms, leaving NO much doubt:

Louisa McCulloch. Remember this name, we shall meet her in one hot minute. So thank you Louisa and Maril for organizing this: ask yourselves why did Maril, who (as far as I know) is based in the US, have to come to Edinburgh just for the gig. Damage control, perhaps?

And Sophie S., with a remarkable choice of words:

'Thank you ***, TS and her team for making it happen'. In my book, this means a strong, common effort to secure the box last minute. Because 'making it happen' means exactly that: 'need to do everything you can to facilitate it'.

Clearly Skelton, who is a Swiftie in her own right, was particularly appreciative of the efforts it took to ensure everyone could attend the concert. If that were a long planned event, her enthusiasm would have been more temperate, I think. 'Adding more Swifties to the clan' - LOL, Sophie, you mean S and C had no idea of the lyrics and were unable to sing along with you, John Bell, Izzy and Co (I keep forgetting their names and I like them a lot, in the show)? People of my generation are already too damn old for Taylor S. And this different sort of music might be more of S's real preference: otherwise why post it in his stories, as if to say ' TS is a different thing altogether'?

James. A Manchester rock band, formed in 1982, popular in the Nineties. I see no lies: he was clear 'JAMMF is a Swiftie'. And we are, after all, Children of the Nineties, not TS's crowd. And yes, I knew S was into the same kind of music as I was, in the Nineties (he seems to have stayed put, right there, unlike me, LOL):

Anyways, back to the mysterious woman up and front on three pictures in a row, that got many speculating. Nope, that was not Wendy, the MUA and S's bestie:

Once...

... Twice...

... Three times a lady:

Her name is Louisa McCulloch, née Radcliffe and she is the one S thanked, along with Maril (see above). It was a bit hard finding her, because her IG account is private. But I found her alright on Facebook, and then LinkedIn (of course):

Based in Lockerbie, Scotland. 20 years experience as a media publicist:

Worked with *** and Tall Ships since Season 3, after a short stint as Head of Publicity at the Paramount Pictures London Office. Got promoted from Unit Publicist to Publicist during COVID, for Season 6. So yes, she is the one who made it happen, locally, on what I think was a quite short notice.

Attention successfully diverted. Impeccable timing and giving a younger crowd what it wants. Trying to capitalize on TS's huge Instagram fan base: 283 million followers (wow! I had no fucking idea she was so huge). A win-win situation for just about everyone and an elegant way out from sordid waters:

And it worked. Lost among the hundred of thousands of likes and comments, look who's jumping on the bandwagon:

Sharon Stone. With a Blue Check and her 3.9 million Instagram fanbase. A Nineties deity, need I remind you (this blogger spotted her during the Berlinale 2007, while I was going out for drinks, blissfully unaware we were all staying at The Adlon, LOL)?

They mutually follow each other on Insta, by the way. I wonder why *urv did not pounce on that one. I feel robbed, for once, of a wonderful fanfic.

[Later edit] Several comments take on this person without a proper justification. I am editing this post to remind you she is only responsible for the implementation (in Scotland) of decisions taken elsewhere (in the United States of America). She is NOT a decision maker and as Publicist, was probably responsible for the local implementation of a hasty decision to attend an event (secure VIP box at Murrayfield, sell content to the local press). The direct contact with TS's team was, very likely, Maril and upwards, in the hierarchy. In all fairness, she has nothing to do with a billboard spotted in Los Angeles, USA - nothing of the sort in Europe. I am all for taxing, but let's tax people who are really RESPONSIBLE: she is just a very well paid underling. Thank you all, I am sure you understand fairness can only add to our credibility as a group.

#fandom #shitshow #TS Edinburgh 2024

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(switch ceo!jay request!) (sub/bttm leaning) ceo!jay who was being escorted out of an event after drunk man jumped on stage while giving his speech, almost successfully attacking jay if not for the reader stopping him in time. heading home, jay felt tired and took a shower, after getting out he sees the reader on the couch and decides to sit beside him, while doing so he finds a bruise on his forearm, feeling guilty he offers to nurse it himself, the readwr refuses but after a bit of back and forth he managed to get the reader to sit sitll while he gets an icepack. and while they're sitting there, they just casually have a conversation, making intense eye contact, the readers staring at jay's lips which he notices. one thing leads to another, and suddenly they're making out.

u can decide how the smut part will go 😭 i'm not very good at it, but ik and can trust in ur abilities! pls take ur time, have a wonderful day and i hope ur not feeling pressured w all the requests coming in! :]

CEO's Bodyguard

Summary: It's your job to keep Jay safe. It's another large-scale meeting with many guests–more like potential hazards. Keep him safe, and bring him home. That's all you're concerned about.

Warnings: Male Reader, CEO!Jay, Bodyguard!Reader, Slight Violence, Blowjob (Jay Rec.), Cum swallowing, Forced Deepthroat, Begging, Control Switching/Power dynamics, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Breeding

Wordcount: 3.59k

"Welcome, and thank you all for coming," Jay said. The room gave applause to receive him. He raised his hand to silence the room. Jay led into his speech, which he'd practiced multiple times while you drove him from place to place. You'd heard it what felt like a hundred times. Your knees and back ached from standing for so long. It was necessary for Jay's safety, you're number one priority. Most of your duties were more like being Jay's secretary, even as his bodyguard he always gave you tasks to take it easy on you.

You've worked for Jay over the last year and a half. Jay's father became unable to lead his company anymore, forcing Jay to take over. As a young CEO, more than a few people were willing to try and take advantage of him. Jay's nature, or his hate for people attempting to manipulate him, has made him enemies who would rather see him removed from power. Jay started hiring bodyguards a while ago but ended up firing each after a few weeks. The interview process was invasive and dismissive; a one-on-one meeting with Jay. Alone. He probed you with strange and meticulous questions; ranging from your family and friends to your finances. Jay always seemed to know more about everything than everyone else. He was extremely well-informed and investigated you for your interview. But the last question was the one that stuck out to you.

"Finally, y/n. This is your last question. If our lives get entangled, closer than originally anticipated, would you still be able to do your job?" Jay asked.

You tilted your head. "Entangled how?"

"...If you were to, seek a deeper relationship with me."

You straightened up rigidly. "O-Oh! I'd never dream of it, sir! I must protect you."

"But, if it were to happen, will it impede your work."

"Never! I'd protect you, in whatever situation!" You were a little desperate for a job, and more than willing to say whatever you needed to. You didn't think twice about it when you said it, but afterward, you couldn't stop thinking about the response you'd given. Or, why would he ask a question like that?

You were so lost in thought, you didn't realize someone was approaching the stage! A man, clearly drunk, stumbled as he made his way up the stairs behind the stage. Jay was so focused on his speech that he wasn't aware, not that it was his responsibility to be... There was no time to rush backstage and run after the man, you'd have to approach from the front!

You rushed the stage. Jay's eyes snapped to you, he maintained his cool but you could sense his concern. You jumped on stage, rolling cleanly, and you stood between Jay and the man.

"You don't deserve that spot!" He shouted as he swung at Jay.

You blocked the man's swing. He grabbed your other arm and twisted it, making you grit your teeth as you connected a blow to the man's head and his head slammed into your chin. The man fell to the ground and you caught him. You kept the man from hitting his head and dragged him away. Jay cracked a joke about the man having too much to drink and carried on with his speech, this time with you standing at a distance behind him on stage. As he concluded his speech, you directed him offstage.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the unconscious man. "What was that about?"

"Just someone who had a bit too much to drink. Let's get home, for now, sir. You've got an early morning tomorrow."

Jay sighed. "Of course I do..." You guided him to the exit, and your employer said their goodbyes to his business partners. He was always so good at keeping a smile, even when he was more than a bit exhausted. You'd seen him run on no sleep for almost two days, having back-to-back meetings all day, and still kept his face up. The night sky was empty, the stars hidden behind the skyscrapers. Jay looked up at the sky, searching, as you had a valet bring the car forward.

Jay spoke without looking back to the ground. "Do you ever think about what it would be like to see a star up close, y/n?"

"I don't think I have, sir."

"I think... It would be the most beautiful thing ever." You didn't know how to respond, especially when he got into moods like this. It didn't happen often in front of you, but maybe it was a sign that he was getting comfortable around you. Sometimes he'd ask you philosophical questions throughout an entire car ride, most rhetorical as he knew you didn't know what to say.

The two of you stood in silence until the car arrived. Following protocol, you scanned the inside and outside for anything suspicious. Once you confirmed its safety, you opened the door for Jay and allowed him into the car. In the driver's seat, the car was programmed to navigate you back to Jay's penthouse. You drove without a word, but the pain in your jaw kept flaring every few minutes... That bastard might've bruised your jaw or even broken a tooth. Another thing to take care of now...

"You okay?"

Jay's voice snapped you out of the autopilot you were in. "Sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you need?"

"You keep touching your chin and rolling your jaw. Are you okay?"

You could see Jay staring at you in the mirror. "It's nothing to worry about. I think I just scratched myself earlier."

Jay's eyebrows furrowed but he turned and looked out the window. "I can't have my bodyguard getting banged up. If you're not able to take care of yourself, who will protect me?"

"If I remember correctly. When you hired me, you told me you didn't need me."

Jay scoffed. "Well, at the time I didn't. But things changed, and now I do. Is that an issue?"

"No, sir."

"That's what I thought." Jay crossed his arms. "If you've got an issue with our arrangement, then speak and we can have it amended." You chuckled softly. He was the cutest when getting protective over you, but also somehow defensive when you called him out on it.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Jay drifted off to sleep, softly snoring in the back seat. His soft caramel skin and slicked-back dark hair shined in the streetlights that passed. His cold expression melted away to reveal the man you knew. This was when he was the most authentic, silently sleeping. No cameras, phone calls, meetings, or clients, just Jay being alone with himself–and you, of course. Originally you thought it was weird to sleep in the same house as Jay, insisting that he'd be safe in his home alone but when he offered double your salary to move in you couldn't refuse.

As you pulled into the driveway, putting the car in park, Jay stirred from his sleep. He stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes, acting like he'd been awake the whole time. "Jesus, that felt like forever, I'm glad to finally be back home."

You nodded as you opened his door from him. "Of course sir, I apologize about how long it took to get you back home safely."

He looked at you, reaching out but hesitating. "It's not your fault. It's just traffic." He yawned. "Let's just go." You tried to hold it in, but couldn't stop your body's reaction to also yawn. As your jaw stretched open and you breathed deeply, you winced softly as your jaw faltered in pain. Jay's eyes widened. "I knew you were just trying to be tough. He did end up hurting you..." His face moved to a pained expression as his eyes scrolled over you, looking for more injuries.

"Sir, it's nothing. Just some soreness."

He held up his hand, silencing you. "You'll let me take care of that. Now. I won't have you complaining about it tomorrow." When Jay was insistent there was no turning him around from what he wanted, even as you protested. He led you inside, upstairs to his bedroom. "Sit on the bed, I have medicine in my bathroom."

As he drifted off into the bathroom, you moved near the bed obediently but awkwardly sat next to it. You knew Jay was a clean person, he would be bothered if your dirty clothes messed up his sheets. Jay's bedroom was one of the biggest rooms in the house. It was painted a dark gray with a monochrome color scheme. all of the artwork he'd made was on his walls, matching the darkly colored motif of the room. Even though it was all so dark, there was so much emotion poured into it, you couldn't help but smile slightly.

After a few minutes, Jay emerged from the bathroom in different clothes with a first aid kit. He wore a large dress shirt and flowy pajama pants, and his hair was slightly damp from rinsing out the product in it. He sat on the bed. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"My clothes are dirty."

"Then I'll come down."

"The floor isn't clean. You'll get your pajamas dirty, you can apply the medicine up there. I'll sit tall." You sat on your knees, back straight, looking up at Jay as you waited for him to begin applying medicine.

He rolled his eyes as he opened the medicine box. He started applying medicine to your jaw with his left hand while his right gently held your face in place. "You really should be more careful." He experimentally dragged his finger along your jaw until he hit the spot, making you wince away from him. "I... care about you."

"That's very kind, sir."

Jay gritted his teeth. "Y/n. The rules."

"Sorry... Jay." It was a part of the house rules that while you lived there, at home specifically. You weren't allowed to call him sir or mister. You were required to refer to him as Jay.

"It's okay. And I'm glad you're doing your job, but it's not often I see you getting injured."

"I was just a little distracted today. It won't happen again."

He raised an eyebrow. "You, distracted? By what?"

You looked Jay in his eyes. "Your speech. It was really captivating. I couldn't stop listening."

Jay's mouth parted softly as he looked away, focusing on your jaw. "Well, I'm glad you liked it."

"You're really persuasive. And your speaking voice is always so clear, it's hard not to listen closely."

"Y/n..."

You continued. "Even the way you were styled today really brought you to the centerpiece of the whole event."

"Y/n. Stop talking. That's an order." Your mouth was filled with cement, unable to speak–even breathing was difficult. "You know I'm not very good with compliments..." Jay tucked his hair behind his ear. "It makes me shy."

You blinked slowly, watching Jay's careful expression.

Jay avoided your eyes, leaning in to look closer at your chin–leaving only a few inches between you. "Is there anywhere else it hurts?"

You shook your head.

"Honest?"

You nodded.

Jay scratched his ear. "I don't believe you... I just want to–" Jay hesitated at touching your collar. "C-Can I... unbutton your shirt a little? Just to see." You reply by sitting up taller, raising your chest out to Jay. His hands slightly shook as he undid the first few buttons at the top of your shirt, sliding your tie off too. He opened it, revealing your bare chest to him. His fingertips ghosted over your skin before pulling away. "Y/n, I think I'm close to making a decision that I don't know how to make. What should I do?"

"What decision, Jay?"

"I think I..." Jay hesitated biting his lip. "I think I want to be closer to you."

"Closer to me? Like how?"

Jay rolled his eyes as his cheeks turned a soft pink. "Jesus Christ, y/n! You really need me to spell it out!?" Jay took your hands and guided them to the buttons on his shirt. "Undo them," He commanded.

"Jay–"

"Please don't make me say it twice." You focused on unbuttoning Jay's shirt, as you slid it down past his shoulders and revealed his bare torso. His hips rolled up slightly, pointing out the hard cock that throbbed inside his pants. "You've got one chance to back out. If you don't want to go further, say it and we'll pretend like this never happened," Jay muttered as his eyes dropped to the floor.

"I'm so honored you'd consider me, sir. I don't think I'm worthy of you... But if you want to have me tonight, then I am more than willing."

Jay's eyes locked with yours before his gaze dropped to your lips. "Don't call me sir," He mumbled before leaning in for a kiss.

Jay's lips were plush pillows that bounced off your lips. He placed his hands on your shoulders, fingers tensing and gripping your skin as you deepened the kiss. Your hands threaded into Jay's hair, still slightly wet, which earned a moan from your boss. He pulled away from the kiss, wide-eyed and pink-faced.

"I-I didn't– That wasn't me!"

"Then who was it?" You chuckled.

"I don't know!" Jay hit your shoulder. "Just hurry up and do the next part." Jay laid on his back with his eyes closed.

"The next part?"

Jay lifted himself on his elbows. "Aren't you going to stick it in me?"

"You wanted me to fuck you?!"

"You're getting that now!?" Jay facepalmed. "I'm not very experienced with a man, so I don't know how to do this... So, help me please." His pupils dilated as he begged for you. Jay had never been so vulnerable with you before, and you couldn't lie that it was turning you on more than you thought it would. You'd imagined having sex with Jay but imagined him as more of a dominant top, or even a power bottom. but to see him so... submissive. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you prepare yourself at all? I don't want to just 'stick it in' and hurt you."

Jay covered his face. "Yes... That's what I was doing in the bathroom."

He was so cute. "Oh, so you planned on seducing me tonight then?"

"Y/n, I swear, if you don't hurry up and fuck me. I'll fire you right now."

You smiled. "Oh? Jay, I thought the rules of the house were that we're equal here. Aren't we supposed to treat each other nicely?" He grunted. "Then how about some foreplay or something?"

"You can suck my dick with your foreplay," Jay spat. You smiled as you slipped his pants off in one motion, making your boss yelp as he covered himself. He was commando under his pants, and his cock was already leaking.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer." You smiled as you moved his hands from his crotch to your neck. His cock twitched in the air as you pulled Jay to a comfortable part of the edge of the bed, his legs hanging over the side. You slotted yourself in between his legs and kissed his tip. His knees twitched at your touch, brushing against your head. You kissed his tip a few more times, his pre-cum sticking to your lips.

"Hurry up already," He grunted. "In your mouth!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you down as you slowly took him into your mouth. "Ahh fuck, you're so warm!" His head fell back as he guided you to bob your head, pulling and pushing you as he liked. "Your mouth–it's warm! So wet, and tight too!" When his tip hit the back of your throat, you tensed as you felt the urge to gag which made your throat clamp down onto Jay's shape. "Oh fuck! That! Again, do that," Jay moaned as he forced your head down, forcing you to gag and gurgle on his cock. "I'll–I'm gonna cum! Please, swallow!" He grunted. You leaned forward, ready, as he spilled his load into your mouth. "Take it, swallow, drink it all!" Jay's voice got raspy and desperate as his eyes rolled back from the explosion in his head.

"I didn't think you'd finish that fast..." You wiped the spit from your mouth.

"Well, you didn't have to suck it. And you asked for foreplay..."

"I'm not complaining. Just, remember, I plan on cumming tonight too." You smirked at him. "You had your fun, but now I'll be in charge, okay?" Jay frowned but you weren't asking. Before you could give him the chance to ask any questions, you flipped him onto his stomach and slipped a finger inside him.

"Oh~ you could've given me a warning!" Jay moaned as he ground against your finger.

"You didn't need a warning. And, don't you think you should be grateful? I'm stretching you a little extra, just in case."

Jay scoffed. "Why? I said I did it, didn't I?"

A crack rang out as you spanked him. "Jay, where did your manners go?" Jay's jaw hung open, still reeling from being spanked. He'd never been spanked before, but his cock twitched from the pain.

"Again."

"Again, what?"

Jay groaned into the sheet. "Spank me again, please."

"What a nice boy," You cooed as you spanked him again, harder than before. "You're a good boy, aren't you? You just forgot your manners a bit." You spanked him again. "Beg for it."

Jay turned to look at you. "Are you loving this? Hitting and bossing me around? I'm not begging for shit." His hair was a mess, his skin glistened with sweat, and his ass was turning red.

"Jay~ don't misbehave. I'll have to punish you a bit." You reached forward and pulled Jay's hair, making him wince.

"W-Wait!"

"Manners."

"P-Please. Don't pull on it..." Jay begged softly.

You released his hair, kissing his neck as an apology. "Much better. Now, can you beg for cock? I want to hear you say it."

Jay remained silent. You gave him another smack for encouragement. "Fine! Y/n, please fuck me with your big cock!" You said nothing and rubbed Jay's ass softly. You didn't think he'd say it... "Oh fuck you! You wanted me to say it."

"Language," You warned. "If you wanted my cock so badly, that's all you needed to say." You pushed your tip into Jay's waiting hole.

"Oh, holy fuck, you're huge. It's so much..."

"Jay. That's just my tip."

Jay arched his back, waiting for you. "I know that! Your tip is just big!"

You pushed until you hilted Jay, burying your cock completely inside him. "You're squeezing like crazy, Jay."

Jay was a moaning mess under you. Even as he twitched around you, he made himself moan. "Oh, my–fuck me!" He shouted as you slid out before slamming back into him. Over and over, you pounded into him.

"Don't make me do all the work, Jay," You grunted as you pushed him forward. He held his breath as he moved himself on your cock, fucking himself into the mattress. "Can you try harder?" You pushed down on his back, making him hit that spot, making him scream louder. As soon as you found his spot, you took back cover as you fucked into it. "Wanna cum, Jay?" Jay let out a series of moans and groans, forming a semi-approving answer. "Ask for it then," You smirked as you pulled out completely, letting your cock rest on his ass.

"Y-Y/n! You can't–Please! Please! Let me cum on it, I'll cum from your cock so much. I'll even let you finish in me, just let me cum!"

"You said it, so I'll take that. Go ahead and cum then." You slammed back into Jay completely as his hole welcomed your cock with a tight squeeze. Jay's moans went high-pitched as his back arched more and his eyes rolled. He was drooling on the sheet as he came all over the edge of the bed. You didn't take much more after him, this orgasm squeezing you for everything. "I'm gonna cum in you. I'll fucking breed you into being my husband!" Your hips stuttered as your climax washed over you, your cum spilling into Jay as he moaned again. "Every drop, keep squeezing it," You ordered.

When you both came down from your highs, you took Jay into his bathroom and started a warm bath for him. Jay occasionally twitched from the sensation of you helping him wash the cum out of him, he was too embarrassed to ask you to do it but you could tell he didn't know what to do.

Your boss stroked your jaw. "How's it doing?"

"It's a little sore from sucking cock but–" Jay punched you. "It's much better. Thank you, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes. "If I'm going to be your husband, you're going to need to call me something else."

Your mind rolled back to what you'd said earlier in the heat of the moment. "Jay, I didn't mean it like that–"

"You think you can just hit it and leave? You're stuck with me. And I'm not letting you go. So, your husband is demanding that you call him that." Jay held his head high as his eyes gleamed.

"Okay... Husband." You chuckled as you kissed his forehead.

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ladyravenblack · 23 hours

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TW: body image issues

He watches me, always keeping his eyes on me and I can’t figure out why. I’m not pretty like the other people here, no I came to Hell like I left earth; short, fat, and plain. Only difference was the smattering of white freckles and deer ears atop my head.

“Alastor?” My voice is soft, maybe I’m hoping he simply doesn’t hear me so I don’t have to speak what I’m thinking but of course there’s no such luck with him being so finely tuned into me.

“Darling?” The static in his voice sends shivers up my spine and I lick my lips, swallowing and breathing a heavy sigh before speaking again.

“Why me? I’m nothing. I’m not even pretty- I mean you could have literally anyone you wanted” he holds his hand up cutting me off, annoyance on his face.

“Do you really think that? That I’m so shallow I would pick some over beauty?” He asks stepping closer, his height always intimated me but now all it did was add fuel to the fire on how pointlessly tiny and unable I was.

“Well…even if you choose over capability or brains I have neither” I motion at myself, my obvious weight that holds me down, my short legs, the lack of agility and flexibility that renders me weak. All I have going is brute strength and even that has been lost since being at the Hotel.

That look of annoyance and anger seemed to grow “Do you think I can’t make good decisions?”

“No I just think I’m a bad decision” he looks over me, thinking, the soft buzzing that follows him coiling around me until he bends himself down and everything falls silent.

“You’re kind- you’re so kind everyone walks over you and you’ve let yourself believe what they’ve told you. So listen to me, believe me, when I tell you that you are the most beautiful person I have seen, down here or on that earthly plane. You are who I want when I go to bed at night and I will not tolerate you treating yourself like this” he reaches for my cheek, caressing it gently “what can I do to make you see you how I do?”

The soft desperation and sadness in his voice tears at my heart, making me feel so guilty for feeling so ugly and I can feel the tears welling in my eyes before the slip down to meet his hand. He brushes them away, his tongue lapping them up quickly before he puts his forehead to mine.

“I’m a serial killer, why on earth would I choose someone to keep around that I don’t find appealing?” The words hung in the air, he was right. He hadn’t disposed of me, he spent time with me and touched me when so many others couldn’t even be near him.

“I’m sorry” I whisper and watch his face contort into confusion at my apology before he brings his lips to mine. The static tuning to a soft jazz and silencing the thoughts in my brain, his best trick yet I think.

#hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor #fanfic

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Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 days

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Hiii!! 🥰 is it ok if I can request nanami w a bunnygirl!reader who is kinda shy and going through her heat but she doesnt wanna bother him about it. Thank you! 💘

In the Heat of Things 🐰 (Dom!Nanami x sub!Bunnygirl!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you're Nanami's bunny girl girlfriend who is going through a rough time during your "cycle", so your gentlemanly boyfriend takes it upon himself to help you out and ease your heat when your body tells him what your mouth can't.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Bunnygirl!Reader; Shy!GF!Reader; BF!Nanami; Dom!Nanami + sub!Reader; Heat Symptoms; Dry Humping; Tongue Kissing; Oral (Giving & receiving); Ear Pulling; Mild Degradation + Praise; Spanking; Facefuck; Ear & Tail Stroking; Clit Stimulation; Multiple Positions (Missionary, Doggystyle, 69, etc); Cock Drunk!Reader; Pussy Drunk!Nanami; Multiple Orgasms for Reader; Creampie; Internal Cumshot; Cum on Ass; Aftercare

Writer's Note: Thank you so much for your patience, Anon! I hope you enjoy this one! -Jazz

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“Is anything the matter, darling?” Nanami worriedly asks you. “You barely touched your carrot cake.”

You tentatively look up at him from your plate of delicious carrot cake adorned in sweet vanilla whipped cream while Nanami got vanilla bean ice cream instead for his dessert. He thought that paying an extra $16 for dessert would put a smile on you that dinner didn’t, but it hasn’t.

And dinner was good! Your wonderful, amazing boyfriend has noticed how hard you’ve been working lately and took it upon himself to take you out tonight. He took a break from hunting curses and saving people to take you out to a romantic steak restaurant that he knew you’d enjoy.

But despite how good you look in your pretty dress, your frown does nothing to make your beauty more radiate. Your happiness is what is most pretty to him.

You look at him, blinking at him with those big, pretty, doe-like eyes. “What?” you dumbly ask. Realizing what he said, you wither in your pretty dress and lower your fork. “O-Oh, sorry. I’m fine, really…just lost in thought.”

You look around the steak restaurant, watching all of the romantic couples be all cute and engaged in each other. So unlike you. You turn to your boyfriend sitting across from you, feeling terrible for treating him so badly. Your bunny ears, once sitting high on your head, droop with shame. “Please don’t worry about me, babe, really! I’m just a bit tired from work.”

And you aren’t lying. Work has been taking a chunk out of your soul lately, but only to distract you from your main issue. One of which you have yet to discuss with Nanami as his bunny girlfriend.

You and Nanami have been dating for almost a year now and you’ve been enjoying them immensely. It’s so hard to find a relationship that isn’t solely physical just because you’re a bunny girl. Most men just want to fuck you because of how sexualized your species is, but not Nanami. He took one look at you and wanted to put you in his pocket forever.

Everything with him is amazing: the weekend sleepovers, the late-night talks and cuddles, the kissing, the touching, the sex. The sex, especially. Nanami is amazing when it comes to making your body feel good. Part of why is because you feel so comfortable with him. You feel like you can tell him everything and he’d never judge you.

Except for this ‘issue’. You can’t tell him that…not yet, at least. Not until it’s over.

“Well, if you’d like to leave, we can,” he says comfortingly. “I just figured we’d have a night together since work has been so hectic for us.”

“No, no!” You protest, taking his hand in yours. “Kento, it’s fine! The last thing I want to do is go home and sleep when I could be spending time with you.”

He smiles at you, a light pink blush appearing on his handsome features. “I agree. I’ve been looking forward to being with you all week. Every time we talked on the phone, I wanted to race to your apartment like a madman and see you.” His gaze is intense and almost hungered. It excites you, especially coming from a man as calm and collected as Nanami Kento.

“Oh,” you exhale. “That’s so sweet.” Though you look calm, you are losing it on the inside. You feel a warm buzz that the wine could never give you at his sweet, intimate words, each one going straight between your thighs.

Nanami shrugs, clearing his throat to will away the blush. “It’s only true,” he sheepishly says. “I guess you could say I’m crazy about you. I know a couple of people would say so, like Habibara.”

But as he continues to talk, you once again drift away with your thoughts. Your dirty, nasty, filthy, raunchy, slutty thoughts of you getting bent over the dinner table by your perfect boyfriend. Him hiking up your dress making you moan and sob as he spanks your ass raw. Him fucking you stupid with his tongue, fingers, and cock in front of everyone at the restaurant until you’re creaming all over his—

“Y/N?” He asks. You blink at him, snapping back to reality. “H-Huh?” You say. “Did you say something?”

Nanami’s brows furrow in concern. “I asked if you were doing anything next weekend,” he repeats. He leans in as if to keep others from hearing in on your convo. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little…flushed. Funny, I thought it was rather nippy in here.”

You place your hands on your cheeks, your bunny ears drooping in embarrassment. Sure enough, they are warm just like the rest of your body despite your spaghetti-strap dress. “It’s just the alcohol.” You wave down your waiter eagerly. “Um, excuse me!” You shout. “Another glass of water, extra ice please.”

He nods and fetches it for you, making you believe that some ice-cold water will soothe your hot flash. But it won’t. Because it’s not the alcohol’s fault. The truth is it’s none of those things.

It’s not the wine or work or you being tired. It’s because you’re in heat. You’re going through it, experiencing all of the symptoms: heavy breathing, random hot flashes, hardened nipples, a dripping wet pussy, etc. To put it bluntly, you’re extremely, pitifully horny. All for the man sitting across from you.

Nanami doesn’t know that his precious bunny girl is feening for his cock…more than usual, anyway. He just thinks you’re tired. “I think that maybe we should call it a night, darling. You don’t seem like yourself.”

The waiter comes back with your water, thank God, and you take a much-needed sip. “No, baby, I’m fine,” you protest, squeezing his hand. “I’m just tired from work, but I want to finish dinner. I’ve been looking forward to this too.” You try not to shiver in delight as his thumb caresses your knuckles and you clamp your thighs tight together. “Now let’s dig in,” you giggle and practically gulp down your dessert.

After dinner and getting wet over Nanami snatching the bill up to pay, he walks you outside to his car and drives you back to your apartment. Once outside the building, he helps you out and stands with you in the lot. You feel as if you’re the only two existing on Earth now. “That was delicious, Nanami,” you sigh. “I don’t think I can eat anything else!”

Nanami smiles, happy to hear this. ”I’m glad. I wanted tonight to be nice for you.” In the moonlight, his cheeks flush. “It was,” you murmur, shyly taking his hand in yours. “Thank you.”

He intertwines his long fingers with yours…his long piano fingers that would look perfect around your neck or plunged in your wet cunt. “Well, I guess that this is goodnight. You can finally catch the rest that you need.”

He’s going? Now? You feel disappointment bloom inside of you. You know it’s stupid since the date is over, but you don’t want him to go. Not yet, anyway. “W-Well, I don’t have to go to sleep just yet,” you shyly protest. “It’s only 9 PM. If you want, you can come in to watch a movie…or cuddle…or…” You trail off, your mind taking you to some naughty places that involve Nanami mounting you.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow down at you. “Or?” he teasingly pushes. “You want me to beat you in Super Mario Kart again?” You gasp, playfully hitting him. “Kento!” you whine. “Don’t be mean! You only won because my controller’s batteries were losing juice!”

He laughs, the sound pleasant and arousing. “Whatever you say, darling,” he chuckles. “I’d love to go back with you, i-if that’s what you want too.” Once again, he blushes, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. The air is suddenly thick with a tension that is almost unbearable. “Alright then,” you murmur.

Nanami comes back to your place and at first, you’re glad that he does because you love having him here. After changing into your sweats and a T-shirt, you snuggle up with him on the couch to watch a movie. You decide on “Howl’s Moving Castle” since you’re a fan of Studio Ghibli and Nanami has never seen it before.

You opt to be the little spoon tonight while your boyfriend is the big spoon, his front pressed against your back. He has stripped off his jacket and button-up top for his tank top underneath that you can feel his muscles poking through, making you want to run your hands all over him.

But you keep them squeezed between your thighs where you can feel the throb of your pussy in your sweats. You thought that wearing pants would help, but it hasn’t. Not when your sexy boyfriend has his big arms wrapped tight around you and the smell of his cologne is in your nose. “Are you okay?” He whispers in the dimly lit living area. “Am I hugging you too tight?”You shake your head, struggling to pay attention to the movie. “N-No,” you stammer. “It’s fine.”

But it’s not fine. With every passing minute, your pussy gets wetter and more insistent on getting the pleasure it needs. Your little cotton tail is being stimulated every time Nanami shifts his body, pressing up against it. It feels so good that you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out.

Oh, how you need him! How you want to turn your head and kiss him, letting him swirl his tongue with yours. How you wish to turn off the movie and instead watch his handsome face contort in pleasure as he sinks his cock into your mouth or in your pussy.

You could do it right now. You could turn over, wrap your legs around his waist, and pull him on top of you to kiss you down. He could pin you down to your couch and pound your pussy right now, giving you exactly what you need. You can almost feel him now, gripping your throat as his cock stretches you out and strokes your walls, bringing you closer and closer to that edge with him until you’re–

“Uh, Y/N?” Nanami asks. “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” You ask, looking back at him. Even in the dark, you can tell that he’s blushing. “Y-You’re rubbing yourself against me,” he stammers. “Your tail…a-and ass…are against my—“

“Oh, no!” You lament, immediately squirming out of his arms. “Dammit, no, no! I’m so sorry!” Embarrassed and humiliated, you get up from the couch, alarming him. “Hey, wait a minute!” he protests, confused. “Where are you going?”

Quickly, you duck and hide behind the couch, not wanting to leave but also not wanting him to see you. You hide behind your ears, tears pricking your eyes. With the movie now on mute, Nanami finds you behind the couch and kneels down to comfort you. “Y/N?” he carefully asks. “What’s going on? Talk to me, lovely.”

He gently peels back your ears and your hands from your face. His face is etched in concern. “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head, admitting defeat. Now you have to tell him. “No,” you sigh. “It’s all me. The truth is…I’m in heat.”

You watch Nanami blink at you, perplexed. “You’re…in heat?” he carefully repeats. “I don’t think I understand.”

You sigh once again, not wanting to explain this because it’s so embarrassing. But you have to. “Well…it’s when girls like me go through cycles where we’re ready to mate. We get very, um…aroused.” You flush at the word choice. “Unfortunately, the warm weather makes it worse since spring is considered ‘mating season’ for certain mammals.”

He nods, his gaze intent and way too deep. “Mating,” he says, trying the words out on his lips. “So if I’m understanding this correctly, you through periods where you need to fuck.”

Your eyes widen and your heart leaps at the vulgar word coming from his lips. “Um…well, yeah, if you wanna be blunt about it. We basically have sexual needs that need to be met.”

“And what if they aren’t?” Nanami asks.

“Our arousal gets worse,” you solemnly sigh. “It ain’t pretty.” Nanami’s expression darkens. “What happens?” he asks, worried. And so you tell him. You tell him about how one can become so horny that it hurts, the pain stretching on for months if not taken care of properly.

By the time you finish, your boyfriend stares at you in horror. “How long have you been feeling like this?” he asks. You stare down at your hands, biting your lip. “About a week,” you admit.

Nanami makes a noise between a groan and a sigh. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me this?” He cooingly asks. “I would’ve helped you with this a long time ago.” He tilts your chin up, his touch like a prayer to you. He honestly looks and sounds upset from the fact that you neglected to tell him this.

“W-Well, you were so busy with work and I didn’t wanna bug you about it. I’ve been taking care of myself, but it doesn’t seem to work much, especially when I’m around you.” He steals the rest of your air when his hand moves up to caress your cheek, his calloused palm warm.

“When you’re around me, hm?” he ponders aloud, his voice low and sweet. “How do you get when you’re around me?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your ears and tail frazzled from his touch. ”Like…this,” you breathlessly reply.

Nanami gently squeezes your cheeks, making your lips like a fish’s. “You mean like a needy little slut?” he asks, the vulgar words like sugar on his lips in his low, sweet tone. “Well, why don’t I help you with that? After all, it’s my fault you’re so horny.”

“I-It’s not!” you protest. “It’s just my heat. Anyway, it’ll be done by the end of the week! I-I don’t need you to—“

“Shhh,” he gently shushes you, pressing a finger to your lush lips. “Don’t protest. Don’t argue. Don’t push me away. Just let me take good care of my bunny, okay?” His gorgeous hazel eyes, filled with promises of safety and acceptance, peer into yours.

And with his thumb stroking your bottom lip, how can you deny him? “Okay,” you find yourself saying. He smiles, pleased. “Good girl,” he praises. “First off, these lips definitely need to be kissed.”

His lips swoop down to capture yours in a soft, loving kiss that quickly grows sloppy and passionate the more you kiss. Nanami lets out a soft, eager moan as he scoops you up in his arms, laughing softly when you squeak as your feet dangle off the ground. While still kissing you, he brings you over to the couch and sits you down in his lap. His soft lips and tongue make you squirm in his lap, brushing yourself against his quickly hardening cock in his slacks.

“Can I play with your ears, darling?” he whispers, breathless from the constant kissing. “Your tail too? You still love being touched in those places, don’t you?” Gently, his hand moves down to your ass, caressing your cotton tail. Your toes curl in your shoes, your body tingly from the stimulation. “Y-Yes,” you breathlessly reply. “Go ahead.”

You know that Nanami will be gentle like he always is, so you aren’t hesitant or apprehensive. When his fingers lightly begin to brush and stroke your bunny ear from base to tip, you damn near have an all-body orgasm. When he does the same to your tail, you feel your pussy grow wetter and it throbs more. “Oh!” You gasp. “Yes, like that!”

Nanami smirks as he watches your face contort in pleasure as he strokes the most sensitive parts of your body other than your nipples and clit. “Like that?” He teasingly asks. “That feels good?” His cock throbs at the sound of your pitiful whimper in response.

“What about this?” he asks. Gently, one of his big hands slides down between your thighs to pet your pussy through your panties while he continues to stroke your ears with the other. Your mouth falls agape, pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, tilting your head back as his fingers ghost over your pussy.

You begin to shamelessly grind your pussy into his fingers, turning Nanami one even more. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he chuckles. “So responsive and needy. It’s so adorable.”

You flush embarrassingly at your slutty behavior because yes, he’s right. You’ve never been this slutty with him before. “I’m sorry.” The blonde looks at you like you’re crazy. “What are you sorry about?” He scoffs. “I’m your man, darling. I want you to be like this for me and only me.”

Under his firm gaze and insistent fingers, you nearly come apart at the seams. He then gently moves you off of him and his hard bulge, fixing you with a hot stare. “Now bend that pretty ass over me,” he demands.

Smiling excitedly, you do as he says and bend over the couch, presenting your plump, soft ass to him. You bite your lip as his hand sneak up your thighs to hike your dress up over your hips, exposing your thong which is damn near soaked now. “Now, baby,” he tuts, “were you walking around with this under your dress the whole time at dinner?”

His fingers slide down to gently pry open your asscheeks, emitting a pleasurable hum from you. “Such a little slut my baby has become tonight, wearing thongs and getting wet from a mere spanking.”

“A spanking?” You parrot, confused. “What are you—“

Spank! You gasp at the sharp sting of his rough hand coming down on one asscheek, the jolt of slight pain sending your pussy into a frenzy. “You want another?” He hums. You let out a whimper, your tongue twisted from the surprise spank. “I’m sorry, what?” He asks, his tone soft yet firm.

His fingers loop through your thong straps and gently pull at them, causing the thong to sink deeper into your ass and your slit. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. “Please spank me again!” Nanami smiles, gently stroking the asscheek he hit. “That’s my girl. Let me know if it’s too much.”

He continues to give your ass as many spanks as you want, watching the way your soft, jiggly asscheeks recoil against his hand. You moan and sob in pleasure at the burning sensation, becoming a little pain slut for him right before his eyes. Finally unable to take it anymore, Nanami stops and gets on his knees behind you.

“Now it’s too much for me,” he growls. “Don’t move, bunny. I’m gonna eat your pussy now until you cum, okay? I want you to do whatever feels good to you. That’s your order.” You nod, gripping the couch to prepare yourself for the tongue-fucking you know you’re about to receive.

But even as you do prepare yourself, it doesn’t do much because you’re a writhing, whimpering, moaning mess for your boyfriend as he pulls your tongue aside and his tongue licks your folds and his lips suck on your clit, alternating between the two as much as he likes. “Ah, Ken, yes!” You cry out. “Oh, fuck yes, right there! Do it right there!”

You are loud and vocal, much to Nanami’s enjoyment. He’s having the time of his life back here, massaging your ass and sucking on your wet pussy, your juices dripping down his chin. He even whimpers and moans into your pussy about how good you taste, only making you wetter at seeing this stoic man lose his shit over you.

“You want a finger, bunny?” He asks, his voice slightly muffled from his face in your ass. “Talk to me. Tell Daddy what you want from him.” You struggle to do it, but manage to gather enough willpower to look at him over your shoulder. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me, Daddy. Make me cum.”

Nanami smiles and so does his cock, trying hard to surge out of his pants. Slowly, he inserts one of his long fingers inside of your hole while his lips gently suck on your clit. When his finger aims up to rub against the underside of your clit, you nearly scream, bawling at the pleasure.

“Oh, my God!” You sob. “Shit, Ken, baby, I’m gonna…I-I’m gonna…” You don’t get a chance to finish because your orgasm slams into you, drawing a string of slutty moans out of you as you cream all over Nanami’s tongue. He takes it willingly and joyfully, slurping up all that you give him. “That’s my good bunny,” he moans into your pussy. “So fuckin’ good for me.”

Your orgasm is so strong and intense that you begin to tremble, the aftershocks taking control of your body. It’s an orgasm that you haven’t been able to give yourself due to your heat’s needs. You smile deliriously as it begins to fade, leaving you satisfied but feral for the man still cleaning you up behind you.

Finally, Nanami pulls away as you turn to face him, naked from the waist down. ”Tired?” He questions, his eyes twinkling and lips wet from you. You touch his face, needing to feel him. “For you, no,” you purr. “I need to make you feel good too. But you’re wearing too much.”

Nanami’s eyes flash with a fire that only you can put out. Together, with you standing on your knees on the couch and him standing before you, you strip off all of his clothes until he is butt naked in your living room. His impressive, toned body and pretty, hard cock are all on full display for you. Your mouth waters to taste him, especially his big, hairy pecs and gorgeous dick swinging between his thick thighs.

Nanami smirks at your wide-eyed, awed expression at the sight of him. “Like what you see?” He chuckles. Wordlessly, you nod, excitedly staring at all of him. You still can’t believe that he’s really yours. You spit a copious amount of spit into your hand before you begin stroking your man’s cock, starting from the thick base and up to the pink head dripping with pre-cum. You give him a little kitten lit, emitting a soft moan from him.

You drop your hand to massage his balls instead, giving them some love too. He holds his gaze with yours, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Tell me what you want.” With your ears now frazzled and your pussy leaking again, you crawl closer to him and grab his hips. “Just stand there and fuck my face. I want you to use my throat like a toy.”

Nanami’s brows raise an inch. “You want it rough?” He asks, sounding surprised. You nod, needing it more than anything. “Well, if it’s what you want, darling…just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop.”

And then his cock is sliding in your mouth until you can feel it nearly hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” Nanami groans, watching his dick disappear down your throat. “You’re so good to me, bunny. You always take me so well.”

Feeling elevated by the praise, you open your throat, hollow your cheeks, and begin to bob your head up and down, back and forth, taking your boyfriend’s cock deep down your throat. You swallow it whole, slurping and sucking on it like a big, juicy lollipop, spit beginning to drip from your balls.

Nanami can’t take it anymore. He begins to fuck your pretty face in tandem with your head bobbing, making you swallow more of his length down your sloppy, greedy throat. “Yes, that’s it, my little bunny,” he moans, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth. “Take my cock just like that. Take it all.”

He begins to stroke your ears as you blow him, getting your pussy nice, tingly, and throbbing again for something. You’re so horny that you begin to play with your pussy as he moans and groans, even whimpers, at how pretty you look with his cock in your mouth.

Finally, Nanami slides out of your mouth with a soft swear and you take a breath. Your lips, coated in spit and pre-cum, are wiped clean of your lipgloss, your mascara is running, and your throat is slightly raw from the constant fucking Nanami gave you. He takes hold of your chin, staring into your eyes. “Do you want more?” he asks.

Slowly, you nod, tears pricking your eyes because of how much you need this. “Yes, Nanami,” you plea, your arousal making you bold and unashamed in your need to be fucked. “Please give it to me. I don’t care how you take me. Just fuck me!”

That’s all Nanami needs to hear. He gives you exactly what you want and more. The man fucks you and he fucks you good. He gives your body everything that it needs to knock those horny little thoughts out of your head and relieve you of your heat.

And in every position, you cum.

He fucks you in missionary while standing up, his hips pistoling into yours while your feet dangle in the air, his hands pinning your thighs apart and making you take each deep, long, slow stroke that has you seeing stars and frantically rubbing your clit watching his big pecs jiggle and his handsome face contort in pleasure.

He fucks you while standing up, your little body bouncing in his arms as you fucks you up and down on his cock, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, your tits pressed flush against his pecs, and your lips locked with his in a passionate, sloppy, wet kiss.

He fucks you on your side, his big body curled around yours and his cock nestled between your asscheeks before sliding inside you again, your leg hooked up to get deeper.

He pulls his cock out of you and sixty-nines with you, his cock fucking your throat instead while he tongue fucks your pussy, whimpering pathetically into your cunt while his toes curl at how good and tight your throat is, calling you his “sexy little bunny” and “good little cockslut” in his deep, velvety voice.

He fucks your soft thighs. He fucks your perfect, jiggling tits while you lay on your back and squeeze them together. He fucks your asscheeks while you lay on your stomach, grinding his cock between your cheeks as he massages them.

He fucks you on all fours, using your ears to pull you back on his cock, your back arched and ass stinging from random spanks while he pounds into the deep, wet heat of your pussy that squeezes and grips him for dear life. When you try to rub your clit, he smacks it away and rubs your pussy for you.

“Uh-uh,” he huffs. “No touching what’s mine. All you need to do is cum. Can my little bunny do that?”

You don’t even answer. You can’t. But your loud moans and sobs bouncing off of your walls are all the answers Nanami needs as he fucks you faster, harder, making your clit sing and pleasure zip through you. When you feel your last orgasm of the night zip through you, you let out a broken whimper and cream all over Nanami’s cock, your orgasm exploding out of you.

Triggered by your orgasm and sweet little sounds, Nanami grips you to him and pounds into you without abandon until he finally explodes too. “Oh, fuck!” He gasps, his loud moans and grunts echoing throughout the empty living room, triggering another min-orgasm that makes your pussy quiver and drip down your thighs.

Nanami cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his nut. He even has enough to give you on your ass, pulling out to spray your perfect cheeks with more of his seed, pumping his cock furiously behind you. A smile stretches across your face as the aftershocks begin, making you lose balance and collapse onto the couch.

You are sweaty, winded, soaked, tired, and covered in cum. But you’ve never been more satisfied or happier in your life. Nanami finally settles down beside you, turning you over to face him. He gives you a smile, his face flushed and blonde hair slightly damp with sweat.

“Better now?” He murmurs, gently stroking down your back. You wordlessly nod, a small, tired mewl leaving your lips.

“I’m glad,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hand. “Get lots of rest now, darling, because we’ll be going for round two soon.”

And just like that, your body tingles and your pussy throbs like you weren't just turned out on your couch by your man already.

THE END.

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #black writers #my works #nanami smut #nanami x fem!reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami kento #jjk nanami #bunny girl

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i made a litte haruka t3 vd based off of an earlier convo w @kani-miso and @chairhahaha that one time (if you guys remember that)

Broken Wings

*The interrogation starts, and Haruka is breathing heavily, shifting around in his seat. It can be interpreted as a panic attack, or some sort of crying.

*The door opens, and the warden doesn’t speak for a bit.

E: Prisoner Number 1. We cannot begin the interrogation when you’re in such a state.

*Haruka’s voice sounds broken, like he’s cried a lot over the past few minutes.

H: Warden… hey, why did you vote Mu guilty? Even though I promised that…

E: You cannot influence our verdict in such a way. We found it fit to deem her guilty, therefore your opinion is invalid.

H: Huh? I don’t… but, i have to, I have to follow through on my promise. I couldn’t do it earlier, because of the guilty restraints.

E: No.

H: Huh? What do you mean?

E: Milgram won’t permit it, I’m sure. Fights between prisoners are prohibited as long as the warden is awake, so you’ve lost your window of opportunity.

H: I don’t… understand.

E: You aren’t allowed to kill yourself, idiot.

H: Hehe… hihihi! Well, you can’t push me around! I have…

*a rustling sound is heard, and the warden gasps

E: Scissors? Where…

H: The supply closet! I can kill myself, you can’t stop me!

E: No! You’re not allowed!

H: I’ll do it now! You’re too weak to stop me.

*Sounds of a struggle, and E keeps making pained noises. Eventually, a clattering noise is heard, and the sound of the barrier rings out.

*They sound physically in pain, speech occasionally interrupted by small gasps of pain.

E: Ow… hah. Haruka. You can’t take the scissors. We have them now. You’re not getting them back. Hm… I wonder if I could ask Milgram to take the supply closet… it’s such a bother.

*H sounds pained.

H: Warden! You have to understand! I made a promise, I have to follow through! Besides…

E: …

H: Besides, the voices tell me that I don’t deserve to live. That I’m too crazy for society, because I killed all of those animals. I was right, earlier. There’s no way that my true self will ever be forgiven.

I'm so tired of this constant talking, they’re right. And… Mahiru didn't deserve to die.. it should've been me.. i should join her, to fulfill my promise.

E: ! Ma…hiru…

* their voice sounds a little surprised, almost like they’ve been struck.

H: It’s hard, without her. She was so nice. I want to join her, and me being here doesn’t help anything. Everyone would be happier if I died.

E: Don’t… don’t…

H: Are you okay? I… I understand!

*A small rustling is heard

*their breathing is heavy

E: Get off… get off of me. Don’t hug me like that, it won’t work. I’m not going to-

H: It’s not for that! Hugs mean to make everything feel better! It’s a goodbye hug. Mahiru always said-

E: Shut up!

*They hit Haruka, but that’s not enough for them. They tackle him, in what is most definitely not a hug, and starts to pathetically beat him up.

H: Ow! Why are you-

E: I hate people like you! First, it was Shidou, now you, stupidly sacrificial, having no regard for the other’s emotions! Don’t you dare insult Mah- no, we’re not… we’re not supposed to… we just hate you. We, the warden, need no justification for beating up rowdy prisoners.

*Haruka makes little noises of pain, matching E’s.

*Suddenly, the door opens.

Kz: Hey! Hey! What’s going on here. Es, get off.

*A little struggle is heard, but Kazui quickly gets them off of their victim.

E: Kazui… why… no, you’re too much of a coward to go into the room yourself. Who sent you?

Kz: I’m not saying. Es, why were you-

E: It was Kotoko, wasn’t it? Guilty verdict wasn’t enough to get her off her high horse? Heh, i wonder why they decided to vote you innocent, if you keep interfering like this.

K: !

E: You stupid prisoners. Always interfering. What we do is not your business.

Haruka: Es…

E: We aren’t Es. K: ! What?!

H: W… what? Then, who are you?

E: The warden. Of MILGRAM. We don’t need a name, Es is simply a label.

K: like… amane-chan… but worse

E: What was that? (rhetorical)

H : He said you’re like Amane, but worse.

E: Shut up, the both of you ! Milgram is much nobler than a group of cartoon characters with a bunch of philosophies attached to them! What Milgram is doing, is fully, absolutely, right. Of course it would be! Otherwise, well…

It would be…

*they lose their spark

I wouldn’t be…

*awkward silence

No, no. what milgram is doing has to be right. Otherwise, I would…

*their voice breaks at the end. they slap themself.

Stop that. No. Anyways, Kazui, please get out of the room. I apologize for my earlier outburst. I will not resort to such violence, again. Haruka. Do not touch me.

K: As long as you promise to not attack Haruka.

E: As long as Haruka doesn’t touch me again.

H: I… I won’t?

E: Alright. Kazui. Leave.

K: If I hear more struggle-

E: Leave.

K: Okay.

* He leaves.

E: Ah… what are we supposed to do with you…

*The bell rings

ack!

H: Are you alright?

E: Shut up… shut up… you all aren’t supposed to… I thought you-

H: ?

E: Shut up!

* They start to breathe heavily.

H: Is it… the…

E: That’s none of your business! I… we don’t have the same problems as you prisoners- ack!

H: … um… Warden?

E: Shut up!

H: Okay…

E: I- I- get it! Okay!

H: Um, sorry. Who are you talking to?

E: That’s… none of your business. Let’s just get this overwith, I- we can’t be doing this right now.

Now, prisoner number one, sing your sins!

#milgram #milgram es #es milgram #haruka sakurai #why do i feel that my writing has somehow gotten worse 💀 bro i'm on my decline #i'll post this on ao3 later #when it's edited more lol

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Keen!! No pressure or anything but will you ever write Jason&Damian-centric fics? hehe

Dick finds him on the top of the Old Gotham Cathedral at dawn.

Jason hears the sound of boots touching down behind him and doesn’t bother to turn around. Nightwing has always had a different cadence to his landing than the Bat. It’s lighter, softer. He can never really suppress the bounce to his step.

Jason runs his hand over the head of the stone gargoyle to his right once more, the weather-roughened stone catching against his bare palm.

“I’ll be gone by tonight,” he says evenly. “I just had a few things to take care of while I was in town.”

“Hood,” Dick calls softly, “Jason, please.”

Jason hunches deeper into his hoodie. He feels naked without his leather jacket.

In front of him, the Gotham’s skyline stretches out. The buildings are bathed in the pink rays of the newly rising sun. For a moment, the city’s darkness, the poison-riddled grime that covers everything, fades away in the sun’s burgeoning glow.

“What do you want, Wing?” Jason asks irritably.

Dick’s boots scuff against the roof's slate tiles as he moves closer. Jason knows Nightwing can be absolutely silent when he wants to. His shoulders climb up higher, practically to his ears. He doesn’t turn around.

“Aren’t you going to ask about the kid?”

“No,” Jason grinds out, ignoring the way his stomach twists. His hand clamps down hard against the gargoyle’s head, his fingers digging into the stone. He feels one of his thumbnails crack and tear.

“He stabbed Tim.”

Jason snorts softly as he rolls his shoulders back slowly, letting his hand fall away from the statue to rest in his lab. “I warned you about letting him near weapons.”

“It was a butter knife!”

Jason huffs a breath out his nose, amused in spite of himself. He pretends not to notice when Dick plops down onto the roofline three feet away from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as the vigilante hunches forward, propping an elbow onto his knee with a sigh as he drops his chin into his hand. Even with Nightwing’s domino in place, Jason can feel Dick’s eyes boring into the side of his face.

“Jay, he’s refusing to speak in anything except Arabic. B is the only one who can understand him.”

The tilt to Jason’s lips falls away. “Don’t call me that. And the kid knows English. He’ll come around.”

“He’s not even five years old. He lost his mother. His home. He got dragged halfway around the world only to be left with strange people in a strange place.”

Jason glances over sharply, finally meeting Dick’s gaze directly.

“Does the Bat know you’re here, Wing?”

Dick grimaces. “He won’t stop asking for you, Jason. He cried himself to sleep last night, and the only thing he would say was your name.”

Pain lances through Jason’s chest as white-hot heat clogs his throat.

“What are you to him, Jason? You bringing him here—it’s more than just you owing Talia a favor.”

Nightwing’s white lenses stare at him unblinkingly. Jason looks away.

“You still haven’t told me what you want, Wing. You can’t guilt trip me into something if I don’t know what you’re asking for.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Dick says softly, “Come home, Jason. Please, we need you.”

Jason surges to his feet, stumbling back a step before he catches himself. The scar across his neck throbs.

“The manor isn’t my home,” he rasps. “Not anymore. I’m not welcome there.”

Dick springs gracefully to his feet, following Jason’s retreat with measured steps as Jason continues to back away slowly across the roof.

“It is, you are,” he entreats, and then more softly, “please, for Damian. He needs you.”

Jason swallows, his throat working. He feels the echo of a warm weight in his arms, soft hair tickling his face, the fresh, clean smell of a baby wafting thickly through his nose.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Jason whispers, his voice cracking at the end. But he stops moving away.

He can see the knowledge that he’s won wash over Dick’s face a second before the man smiles tentatively. Jason scowls in return.

“One week,” he spits out. “Just until the kid settles in. And the Bat stays out of my way. Don’t start playing happy families in your head.”

Dick’s smile grows. “Sure, Jay, whatever you want.”

“Don’t call me that,” Jason grumbles. But he follows Dick off the roof all the same.

~~~

More details on this AU in progress here.

#the answer is yes anon #if that wasn't clear #but this one is a long way off from seeing the light of ao3 #jay and dami meet in the loa #post aditf au #baby dami #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #keen converses #tumblr drabbles #my fics

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THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF THE LI

This is purely self-indulgent and just based on stuff that makes me go, “it’s them!” when it’s unrelated to them. But here you go and hope you like it. To make it sound more accurate, I replaced the nouns to fit Touchstarved cast.

AIS

Tyler Durban and Edward Norton from the FIGHT CLUB— “How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?” “Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer,” “Only after you’ve lost everything you’re free to do anything.” “We are the same person.”

The song, ‘I Remember You’ from ADVENTURE TIME— “I can feel myself slipping away, I can’t remember what it made me say, but I remember that I saw you frown, I swear it wasn’t me…And I need to save you, but who's going to save me? Please forgive me for whatever I do, when I don’t remember you.”

The punk from FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF. I can just see Ais at a police station, giving advice to a pretty stranger, and end up making out with them.

This scene (warning: graphic violence and gore) from ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. It’s just so Ais and Princess-coded

VENOM, enough said.

KURAS

The murder-mystery film, THE DA VINCI CODE. I feel like Kuras would love the movie if it existed in his world since it’s canon that he likes trashy murder mysteries.

The song, ‘No Good Deed Goes Unpunished’ from WICKED— “[MC] where are you? Already dead, or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my Generous supply…No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That’s my new creed.”

GONE WITH THE WIND— “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” This line was controversial when released in 1939 because swear words weren’t normalized. I feel like Kuras, like this movie, rarely swears but when he does, the whole room goes silent and you know shit’s about to go down. Also according to the RSS radial chart, Kuras has low empathy plus maxed out strength high wisdom, damn at some point that man might legit not give a damn-

MAQUIA: WHEN THE PROMISED FLOWER BLOOMS— “you smell weird, you smell like the sun;” “If you fall in love, you will truly become alone.” Contextually the line is about how an immortal should never get too close with mortals because they'll one day they’ll die, and it fits Kuras a lot.

HUNTER X HUNTER 2011—“[MC] you are light. Sometimes, you shine so brightly, I must look away. But even so, is it still ok to stay by your side?” I love the idea of an angel heavily associated with the sun (Prometheus, likes sunny days, radiates heat), finds someone that is the light of their life.

ONE PIECE— “I have seen the future of this country. And it is destruction. As long as [the Senobium] remains here, this country can never be cured, because even if medical technology progresses, even if [alchemical] research continues… there is no cure for stupidity.”

OPPENHEIMER. After I watched the movie all I could think about was Kuras doing the blank eye stare at the end of the movie.

LEANDER

Goob from MEET THE ROBINSONS (he’s literally just child Leander in the modern world ;o;)

Michael Scott from THE OFFICE— “I wanna be married and have 100 kids so I can have 100 friends and no one can say no to being my friend,” “it’s not about the horniness, it’s about the loneliness”

The painting, Death of Sardanapalus, by Eugene Delacroix. King Sardanapalus palace is besieged by enemies and he decides to commit suicide after he learns of the army’s defeat, but not before ordering his men to destroy all his favorite possessions- wives, horses, pages, and dogs. He’d rather his valuables all be destroyed than his enemies own them. King Sardanapulus selfishness is humane, but the extremity’s he would go to keep what is his is monstrous.

GASTON from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST— Gaston and Leander both have similar vibes. They’re both trusted and well-liked by most people, viewed as heroes, are human but are monsters on the inside, overconfident, attractive, has a possessive streak, hangs out in bars, nice singing voice. The main difference is that Gaston doesn’t try to act like a nice guy like Leander Fake ahhh

The song ‘Burn’ from HAMILTON— “Do you know what [Vere] said when we saw your first letter arrive? [He] said, be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive…Do you know what [Kuras] said when [he] read what you’d done? [He] said, you’ve married an Icarus, he has flown too close to the sun.”

Michael Corleone from the GODFATHER.

Sampo from HONKAI STAR RAIL— I barely know anything about Honkai Starrail, but I was going to an anime goods store with my friend and one look at him made me think of Leander. My friend gave me a run down that he betrays you for money and runs away and unironically I could see Leander throwing us under the bus.

VERE

This scene from the movie, MALENA. Vere is heavily desired by men and women alike, but his flirty and fickle personality is just a front to protect himself. And he hates how people see him as a pretty face or someone who needs saving from the Senobium. Tbh Malena herself just reminds me of Vere’s problem of how being pretty is a double edged sword. People see you’re pretty, so they feel threatened or idealize you. You feel extremely lonely bc people are distracted by your beauty and won’t try to understand you intimately. So you either own it and be alone OR assimilate and have friends. Vere is the former.

Madonna-Whore Complex. This article explains it pretty well, “The Madonna Whore Complex (MWC) is a psychological complex often perpetuated by heterosexual, cisgender males which places women into two categories the “Madonna, a woman who is pure, virtuous, and nurturing, or a “Whore,” a woman who is deemed as overly sexual, manipulating, and promiscuous. The dichotomy of MWC creates a rigidity that limits women’s sexual expression, agency, and freedom by defining their sexuality into one of two categories.” Vere is the latter.

Ymir from ATTACK ON TITAN. Both of them were self-proclaimed deity, was caught lying (presumably), and paid for it. Their personalities are similar too except Vere masks himself through innuendos.

The song, ‘The Red Means I Love You’ by Madds Buckley— “The red on my face is matching you. And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling. You're down and you're pleading, my head is just reeling. The red means I love you. Tasting your blood means I love you.” (I can’t see Vere becoming a yandere because he’s already deranged)

MHIN

Another line from ONE PIECE —“Someday I will become too much of a burden. Someday you’ll betray me and cast me aside.”

SHUTTER ISLAND— “What would be worse, to live as a monster or die as a good [person]?” Mhin hates monsters ironically since they are one, and I could see them nearing the time limit where their curse becomes permanent and decides that maybe it’s better to die with their humanity than live forever as a monster.

The Beast from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I already said this in another post but like IMAGINE THE AU. AHHHHHH

Felix from LAST LEGACY but more depressed.

Disclaimer: we don’t know much about Sen or Elyon yet so I don’t have much.

ELYON

THE GREAT GATSBY— “…can't you see who this guy is, with his house and his parties and his fancy clothes? He is just a front, a gangster, to get his claws into respectable folk…(to Elyon) We're all different from you. You see, we were born different. It's in our blood. And nothing that you do or say or steal... or dream up can ever change that.”

SEN

Unfortunately I don’t have any for Sen. Her design reminds me of Frankenstein’s creature tho.

BONUS:

This scene from SHAPE OF WATER. MC falls in love with a monster and trying to save them from danger. MC knows that they are also an outsider, a monster. Being with the LI’s feels like they were finally accepted for who they are, regardless of their curse, so they can’t abandon them— “When they looks at me…the way they looks at me, they don’t know what I lack. How I am incomplete...and now I can either save them or let them die.” I think this quote can also be interpreted as the players choosing a route, essentially dooming the other players if we don’t choose them.

Famous line from 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU— “but mostly I hate how I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” The fact that us as players will keep coming back to them, replaying their routes even though they killed us, and obsessing over them. Yes they suck but we still love them.

This quote from Green Mile— “ I’m tired…I'm tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with.” I think this quote really emphasizes how touch-starved MC is, and how alone they feel from being betrayed by people they cared about in the past (also sparrow name drop ^-^)

#this took me very long #two months HAHA #well here you go #ik I’m inactive on here I promise I’m not dead #I’ve been in a twist brain rot #Touchstarved Leander #touchstarved game #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved elyon #touchstarved mhin #Vere #Mhin #Ais #Leander #Kuras

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The Hair Falls to Ruin

12,198 total words | read on ao3 | Part 1 | this is part 2

tw: spiraling self-doubt, not feeling like you're enough, of never feeling like someone's favorite person, absent parents, friends who take jokes too far, injury, miscommunication, and quarantine

tags: Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves The Party, Steve Harrington Has Self-Esteem Issues, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, Steve Harrington is Not Okay, Haircuts

Summary: People pretended to see it. To believe that he was someone new, someone better. But in all of their hearts, he would always be King Steve. The asshole, the jock, the bully, the prep, the douchebag, the idiot… The Hair.

Eddie screamed as the bats pulled him down. His mind was a mess of I didn’t run and I’m going to die and I should’ve ran. But he didn’t have time to fix his mistake. Not as bats pulled his limbs taut and more of them dove in for a feast. He screamed as he felt the teeth sinking into him. But as all felt lost. As Eddie felt everything ending, his savior appeared in a burst of light. Fire erupted a little too close to Eddie making the bats scatter. “Eddie!” The bats had parted enough for Eddie to see him. Steve. He swung his bat like a true warrior, sweat making some of his hair stick to his forehead.

Steve looked frantic and furious. He looked perfect to Eddie. Steve pulled out a can of hair spray and suddenly there was more fire. It made Steve look like a dragon. “I swear to- you better be okay.” Steve snapped as he took the small moment that the fire had given them to reach Eddie. “Just- fucking- hold on, Eds,” He ordered as he pulled Eddie up like he didn’t weigh anything. Eddie let out something between a scream and a cry as he landed on Steve’s shoulder. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Steve grunted out and Eddie felt as Steve shook the hairspray and the heat of fire keeping the bats away for another moment.

Eddie was limp, his body a mix of numb and burning. He hoped that Steve hadn’t lit him on fire. The wounds on his gut screamed as Steve took off at a run. Eddie noticed the nail bat on the ground by a smear of blood on the ground like Steve dropped his only weapon to grab Eddie. “I’ve got you, I’ve-” Steve said, his hand going back to Eddie’s body against his.

“Vec-Vecna?” He choked out and for a moment he thought that maybe Steve didn’t hear him but as Steve ran as fast as he could, he heard Steve laugh, a breathless little thing.

“You think the girls needed me?” And yeah, Eddie thought everyone could use a Steve by their side.

Bats that had scattered were regrouping and they swirled like a storm in their direction. Steve must’ve realized they didn’t have the time to get to real shelter because he drops them by the old culvert. He pushed at Eddie, shoving him in and pausing for a single moment before using his own body to block the entrance of the culvert. Blocking the bats from touching Eddie again. He hovered over Eddie with a furrowed brow as the bats tried their best to tear through him. Yet his jaw remained clenched, not a sound to be heard.

Eddie gripped Steve’s jacket and held him in place as he heard the monsters once again getting a taste of Steve. And he didn’t know what to do. What to say. Because in that moment, Eddie realized that Steve was going to die for him. Steve was willing to be eaten alive just to let Eddie last a little bit longer. His eyes stared up at Steve and he wished he could think of the right thing to say. But he couldn’t. He just stayed there, clinging to Steve and breathing the same toxic air as him. And Steve took all the pain with his eyes squeezed shut.

Until like another miracle, like Steve coming wasn’t enough, the bats stopped. Everything grew quiet as Eddie listened to Steve’s harbored breathing. The younger boy looked like he might never be ready to move again and Eddie wished for a moment that Steve had let him die. That Steve had realized that he didn’t need to put his energy into saving him. That he should’ve just left him to suffer this alone. He wished that maybe, just maybe this angel above him had stayed in the clouds, so far from Eddie’s grip. From the hell he’s suffered because of Eddie.

They didn’t move until Dustin’s scream of his name had Steve blinking his eyes open. There were tears so close to falling but Eddie watched the way Steve forced them back. Then, like Steve hadn’t been a chew toy, Steve pulled them both out of their hiding hole. He took Eddie’s arm over his shoulders but Eddie almost pulled back when he felt blood sliding against the leather of his jacket. “Eddie!” Dustin yelled and they turned towards the sound.

Dustin was moving over to them as fast as he could with a new limp. “Dustin,” Steve breathed out, his voice so filled with relief.

looked over at his angel and knew that Steve had come back for Dustin. But he stayed and saved Eddie instead. He didn’t go and look for Dustin even when his younger brother could’ve been suffering the same fate, he stayed with Eddie. And Eddie felt tears welling up in his eyes as Steve lifted an arm that was so covered in blood to pull Dustin into a tight hug. “What happened? Are you alright?” Steve asked, his voice sounding worse than Eddie’s. Dustin wrapped himself around both of them and blood, whose Eddie didn’t know, smeared between the three of them. But they didn’t let go of each other. As the world shook around them the three of them couldn’t stay on their feet. Eddie felt a white burst of pain before he lost consciousness. The last thing he hears is Dustin’s frantic voice saying his name.

~~~~~~

Eddie wasn’t sure how it would go when he woke up in the hospital. He expected handcuffs and threats of jail. Instead, he woke up in the hospital bed next to Steve’s. The door shut tight but not to trap him until he was well enough for jail, but to keep him quarantined until they knew the bats wouldn’t have any side effects. Instead, he wakes and Steve’s sitting up with his arms crossed even though one of his arms is completely covered in bandages. Steve glances over when Eddie lets out a groan and his face twists into a grin, like Eddie’s company was a good thing.

“Hey, man,” Steve grins and Eddie shifts, wincing at the brush of his legs against the blankets.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Eddie tries to joke but his voice comes out quiet and more like a groan. Steve’s brow furrows and he’s trying to get out of his own bed before Eddie can figure out why. Steve’s hands shake as he picks up a cup from Eddie’s side table and the IV is pulled tight before it’s pulled from his skin. “Steve,” Eddie tries but Steve just glares and holds the cup up to his lips. Eddie’s face grows hot as he lets Steve help him take a few sips. Holding his head up with one hand and the cup with the other.

There’s a knock and Steve looks over to see a window that Eddie hadn’t noticed before. A buzz grows through the room and a man’s tired voice is heard. “Please stay in your bed.” He says and Steve rolls his eyes and he sets the cup down.

“If I can get up-”

There’s a sigh into the speaker, “that doesn’t mean you should, Steve.”

Steve huffs and looks at Eddie like he’s saying, can you believe this man. “Alright Owens,” he says and brushes his hand over Eddie’s before moving back to his bed. Eddie watches him and hears the groan he makes as he settles down. “No fun,” Steve says when he’s finally comfortable and Eddie doesn’t point out that Steve’s breathing harshly just from the small movement.

“You’re insane,” Eddie mutters and Steve looks over at him with a weird smile.

“Yeah, well you had us all worried. Passing out on me and Dustin,” he states and Eddie blinks. “Don’t worry, I got us out of there and to the hospital.” And Eddie might be a little fuzzy from the drugs pumping through his system but he’s sure that Steve was in worse shape than he was. “The girls were angry that we ditched them for like a second before they found out what happened. But don’t worry it was more at me than anything. You know, for fucking up the plan by leaving them and heading back.” He says and almost sounds guilty about it.

Eddie huffs, “Well, I’m happy about it, at least.”

That makes Steve smile and Eddie’s happy to see it. But then someone in a hazmat suit is pushing their way in and Steve’s smile is completely gone. “Alright, are you ready to be violated?” Steve says and Eddie’s nose scrunches but he quickly understands as they push right into Eddie’s space. Checking him over in a thorough scan, moving him to make it easier on themselves like he was more of a doll than a person. They’re testing things too fast for him to understand but he does his best to not complain. Not when Steve’s staying quiet. Not when Steve’s being braver and tolerant of what’s happening to them.

Eddie’s so uncomfortable that he almost misses the voice coming back over the speaker. But he focuses as the voice, Owens, begins to explain what happened. About El coming to save the day. About the gates that tore Hawkins apart but are no longer connected to the Upside Down. That they won but barely.

Eddie just watches Steve. He watches the way he winces as people are touching his bandages and putting his IV back in. He listens but he focuses on Steve. On his angel that’s held down when he should be able to fly away and be the beautiful creature he was meant to be. Instead, the angel’s been tainted by the sins of the world. But he knows that as long as he keeps his angel by his side, he’ll be okay.

~~~~~~

The healing process is slower than Eddie thought it would be. But the best part is that Steve’s as bored as he is. Eddie had been worried that Steve would grow annoyed towards him the longer it was just the two of them stuck together. Yet Steve seemed to only want more of Eddie. Anytime Eddie trailed off, unsure if Steve would want to know the in-depth knowledge Eddie had of the Shire, Steve would urge him to continue. Always ready to tell Eddie to keep talking. And when Steve seems confused, Eddie’s happy to take the time to explain it better. It’s not like they have much else to do.

Although they are given a deck of cards and a couple of books after a while. Eddie’s never been one for cards, his Dad used to play with his buddies and Eddie never really wanted to learn after that. But he found himself being taught a few games anyways. Steve showed him how to play and when Eddie wanted to read, Steve would quietly play Solitaire. It was a nice comfort. To talk for hours on end with Steve but also to find ease in the silence between them. Eddie’s never good with silences but next to Steve, they feel safe.

Even when that silence was broken by doctors or Steve groaning if he’d lost. But Eddie would lock eyes with Steve and roll his eyes, making Steve grin even as a doctor was a little too harsh against his healing wounds. They’d endure the doctors who were more government types like Owens, the ones who looked at them like specimens than patients. They’d endure the invasive questions and uncomfortable tests to prove they were still human. After all, they endured the bats.

And after another time of someone touching Eddie without any care, they were alone again. Steve was shuffling his cards while Eddie tried to focus on his book. But as he couldn’t relax in his bed, he put down his book and glanced over at Steve. “Why do you like solitaire anyways?” He asked because what else was there to talk about in this boring lab.

Steve glanced over before he frowned down at the cards. “It’s something I could do that wasn’t- it’s a solo game.” Eddie sees the way Steve sidesteps his own thoughts for the answer and wants to know more. But then Steve’s smiling over at him, “do you know how to play?”

He looked at the younger teen and for a moment just stared. “Teach me?” He asks instead anything too pushy. Steve’s smile is warm as he moves to sit next to Eddie on the small hospital bed.

“I’m not the best teacher,” Steve warns but Eddie doesn’t believe that.

“Yeah, yeah, mister captain of the sports ball.”

That has Steve’s face twisting up in a slight annoyance, “Basketball.” But Eddie waves it off, gesturing to Steve to show him how to start. “Fine okay, here,” he starts to show Eddie how to set it up before he leans back as if to give him space. Like he was just giving up his source of entertainment to Eddie. It made Eddie wonder how often Steve does something like that.

“No way man, your gonna have to help me with this.” He states and Steve looks at him, almost confused. “I’m not an intelligent high school graduate like you.” He teases before looking down at the cards, still a little lost. “Gonna need your big brain to help me.” Steve laughs and it’s like he couldn’t possibly believe him, but he moves to help Eddie all the same.

~~~~~~

Eddie and Steve were playing war when the doors opened without a warning. No voice over the microphone telling them to separate so they can continue their testing. Instead, it was a group of people Eddie had been scared he’d never see again. “Eddie!” Dustin shouts and the party rushes in. The boys flock around him, Nancy looking over their shoulders at Eddie. Their room is filled and Eddie looks at Steve whose being strangled by Robin’s tight hug. No one is being considerate about personal space and Eddie doesn’t mind one bit. Although Steve seems to have a little more of a boundary as no one but Robin really touches him.

“I was starting to believe Robin’s vampire theory!” Dustin basically shouts as the boys are rushing to tell him everything they missed. And Eddie had missed them so goddamn much. He glances over at Steve who’s been let go of by Robin, curled on himself as he listens to Robin, Joyce, and was that Hopper?

“And everyone’s been working on the cabin for Hop,” Lucas was saying at the same time Mike was saying something about roller skates and broken noses. Eddie felt overwhelmed and from being with only Steve and the few doctors, it was quickly becoming too much.

“Hey!” Steve shouted and Eddie’s eyes had to land on him. “One at a time assholes,” He states and the younger teens roll their eyes.

“Whatever,” Mike huffs but Eddie can see the slight smile on his face. “Your just angry because you’ve been stuck in here for almost 2 months now.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “What, you wouldn’t be?”

Eddie hides his smile, “okay, okay, you’re both pretty, stop arguing. I want to know why the fuck Chief Hopper’s standing there alive.”

That has the kids going loud again but at least they all seem to be telling the same story. The only kids who weren’t talking over each other seemed to be the two Eddie didn’t really know. One William Byers and who must be Eleven. He glances over at them, in curiosity. Especially as El sits down on the bed next to Steve. Steve smiles over at the girl and murmurs something too quiet for Eddie to understand. It makes the girl smile and Eddie’s heartbeat picks up a little.

Steve’s gaze goes to him at the sound of the heart monitor giving himself away. Eddie internally curses the stupid thing. His only saving grace had to be the fact that Steve hadn’t figured out why Eddie’s heart would randomly start beating harder. He would always just silently ask Eddie if he was okay, with a concerned look on his face. Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled back.

However, he let his attention go back to the kids when he hears what sounds like Russian prison. “Wait hold up,” he tries to make them slow down but Dustin shushes him and Mike is back to explaining what happened as if he was there himself. Eddie huffs and sends Dustin a small glare. But the longer he looks at Dustin, he can see the concern and worry all over his face. Staring at Eddie like he was going to black out on them at any minute. Eddie’s heartbreaks and he knows he’ll spend the next little while making it up to the kid.

~~~~~~

Eddie hadn’t really expected to be let out of that room. But after almost half a year, he and Steve were released. Eddie had cheered but his sore body kept him from running around like a dog let off their leash for the first time. Steve was smiling but he wasn’t nearly as crazed as Eddie felt. Instead walking out with a strong stride that Eddie doesn’t understand. His face was paler in the sun now that Eddie looked and his hair was limp. But he walked like he was the same man who dove into Lover’s Lake looking for the gate.

Eddie could see Steve’s face with the blue sky as the backdrop and knew that he wasn’t the same. He looked like an angel being tied to the earth for too long. Aging and losing some of that etherealness that Eddie had witnessed. But one piece of Steve that hadn’t really lost it’s shine, was that smile. The one he’d give Eddie at random moments during the day. Moments like when Eddie would go on a ramble, or when they’d play cards. Moments when they could just be.

Steve’s smile grew then and there when he spotted the people there to pick them up. Robin and Nancy were the ones who offered to pick them up, but Eddie saw Dustin in the back of Nancy’s station wagon. No doubt pushing his way into coming with. Robin moved over to grab at Steve while Dustin was soon at Eddie’s side. Eddie threw his arm around the kid, careful not to pull on his stiches. Dustin was practically glowing as Eddie ruffled the kids hair.

“Wait- you’re driving?” Steve asked as Robin dangled the keys in front of him.

Robin looked smug, “Nancy taught me.” She grinned, “I figured someone would have to drive all the shitheads around without you there to be suckered into it.” Eddie huffed a laugh at the two before he slid in the back with Dustin. Nancy was in the passenger seat meaning Steve got in the back, pushing Eddie to the middle seat.

Eddie glanced at Steve and noticed the slight tension in Steve’s shoulders. “Right, like you can be suckered in anything. I thought you didn’t even want to get your license?” He huffed and Nancy laughed.

Nancy turned to look back at them as Robin started off. “I bothered her into it.” She looked over at Robin, “plus like I said, if you don’t want to get a car and drive all the time you don’t have to. It’s just good to have.”

Steve shifted, bumping into Eddie slightly. “Right, well, I’ll still be there to give you a ride when you don’t want to drive.” He promises and it’s said like a joke but Eddie knows him better than to see it as anything less than the truth.

Robin grinned, “I don’t know buddy. I’m kind of enjoying the life behind the wheel. Plus, Nancy doesn’t get nearly as mad at me for doing my makeup as she drives.”

Dustin moves to look at Steve around Eddie, “seems like Nancy took your spot Steve.” He teases and Eddie snorts at the idea of Nancy ever replacing Steve. Like anyone would choose someone over Steve.

“And in a few months Will and I will get our permits. Max, Lucas, and Mike already got theirs.” Dustin points out, making the girls laugh. But Eddie can’t stop the small frown on his face. It felt like they missed so much. He glances at Steve in the corner of his gaze but Steve just laughs it off. As if their time away didn’t make things harder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll save all my money not having to cart your lazy asses around town.” And while everyone else laughs, Eddie can feel Steve’s tense muscles against his side.

Steve becomes a little quiet after that. The other three just kept on talking and Eddie felt like the small group he had joined had left him behind at some point. It makes his chest fall and he sinks down in his seat. His mind goes to moments where he’s been left behind in the past. His mom, dad, all of his friends that graduated in the years he failed. “Eddie, Will’s been DMing for us now that he’s back! But we all made sure that the bard class was left open for you.” Dustin starts and Eddie blinks over to him.

“You want me to play?” And his voice sounds off to his own ears.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I know that you normally dm. But we figured you still enjoy playing, right?” Dustin asks, but it’s less of a question, more of a demand. It makes Eddie smile, knowing that the kids still care about him. They still wanted him around.

“So, Keith quit Family Video and because 90% of the other employees were you and me, I became the manager. So don’t worry about your job. I kept it open for you. Although both Max and Dustin also work there now.” Robin starts and Eddie glances over at Steve who smiles. Eddie knew that after so much time being only allowed around Eddie, Steve must love being around Robin again. Eddie wondered though, if maybe Steve’s gonna miss being at his side every moment of the day like Eddie will.

~~~~~~

When they were in that room together, Eddie found Steve different than before. The man was quiet but he always pushed Eddie to speak. He would laugh and joke with Eddie, acting more like a kid than he would when with the actual kids. Now, back in the real world, Steve was back to being who he was before. Back to hands on his hips and annoyed sighs. But the biggest change came when they were over at the Wheeler’s and suddenly Steve would be leaving.

The first time it happened, Eddie noticed the second Steve stood. How could he not? Eddie’s brain felt like it was attuned to Steve. So, the first time Steve stood to leave, Eddie followed. “Steve, hey, where you going man?” Eddie asked and Steve froze like he was caught.

His smile wasn’t like the one Eddie was used to. No, this was the one Steve would give the doctors. He runs a hand through that gorgeous hair. “I just remembered something I had to do.” Steve shrugged and Eddie wished he understood all the small quirks that made up Steve.

Eddie nodded slowly, “don’t want to stay for the end of the movie?” He tried it and Steve stared at him. The eyes cut into him and made Eddie feel cut open.

Steve slowly shook his head, “I’ve already seen this one.”

It felt like an excuse and Eddie hated it. “Well, what are you doing? Do you want some company?” He tried before swallowing back his need to be by the younger man.

Steve smiled softly towards him, “Stay here Eds. They said they wanted to roll a character with you.”

Eddie understood then and there. Steve didn’t want him around. Steve didn’t want to be there. Eddie took a step back, feeling off balance. “Right, yeah. Have fun with- ya know-” he gestured at nothing and Steve gave him another smile. But then Steve was heading out the door and Eddie was making a beeline to the Wheeler’s bathroom.

Eddie had thought that he and Steve were becoming good friends. He thought that maybe there was someone who liked to listen to his nonstop talking. But the dismissal was clear as day. It made him wonder if all that time together, if it meant nothing to Steve. Steve was Eddie’s angel but Steve didn’t want to be tied to him any longer. Eddie had been weighing him down for long enough.

That’s why the next time Steve slipped out of the Wheeler’s basement; Eddie didn’t move. He curled around his knees and rested his head on them. He glanced around at the kids who were still so sucked into the movie and wished he hadn’t noticed either. Because if Eddie hadn’t noticed, he wouldn’t have this sinking feeling in his chest that was slowly overwhelming him. Because if Eddie hadn’t noticed he wouldn’t be tempted to go after Steve.

And if Eddie hadn’t been tempted, he wouldn’t have made a fool out of himself the third time. Steve had moved out of the room with practiced ease at this point and Eddie only lasted a minute before he was following. “Steve!” He called, tumbling out the front door of the Wheelers after Steve. The younger boy’s shoulder’s slumped in defeat at Eddie’s voice. The small movement reminded Eddie so much of his dad, that he took a step back. An apology at the tip of his tongue.

Steve didn’t look at him, “I just gotta go,” he sighed. Eddie wanted to apologize and question Steve, but he was frozen. Frozen from the sigh.

A sigh from his elementary school teacher who grew tired of Eddie’s questions. A sigh from his study partner who couldn’t stand the way Eddie hummed under his breath as he studied. A sigh from Eddie’s friend who grew tired of Eddie’s rambles about his favorite things. A sigh from his mom when Eddie got sick for the 3rd time in a year. A sigh from his dad who just simply grew tired of being around Eddie.

Eddie wondered what Steve grew tired of.

The air between them was stale and Eddie had thought that their time in that goddamn room would’ve mattered but instead, he was just alone. Steve had been willing to risk his life for Eddie but now, now out of danger, Steve was finished with dealing with Eddie. As Steve slipped into the Beamer, Eddie’s shoulders dropped. “Night,” he called before heading back inside. He didn’t ask Steve to stay. He didn’t even try this time. He slipped onto the ground by the door and waited. He waited for however long it was until Steve pulled out of the driveway. Then Eddie gathered his own shit and left. He couldn’t handle the sinking feeling in his chest. So, he just went home too.

~~~~~~

Steve hadn’t known what to do when he woke up to the wreckage of the night before. With his mom hovering by his side and his dad pulling shit out of the pool like he was trying to save it. Some of it probably could have been saved but Steve couldn’t ever touch it again. He just couldn’t. However, the biggest difference in everything was the way they looked at him, as if there was something they hadn’t noticed until now. Like they finally saw him in a different light than the kid they had to force to get a shitty job scooping ice cream.

“Why don’t we go to the city, get you something new to wear?” His mom offers, her thin fingers wrapping around his upper arm.

His dad shakes his head, “we have to head out to Montauk soon.” And his parents lock eyes for a moment before his dad is looking at him. “Come with us this time.” He states and Steve thinks the last time his dad had invited him on one of his business trips was before Steve showed that he’d never be smart enough to work for him. “Take a break from this goddamn town. Better yet just get out of here. Choose one of our other houses and start anew. You don’t have to be anything to anyone. You can just be you.” His dad offers and Steve blinks at them.

“This town is killing you,” his mom whispers and her fingers trail over the scars he had gotten from the bats.

Steve looked away from them, “I can’t leave.”

But his mom gently shifted his head to look him in the eye, “yes you can.” She said it like she understood why he didn’t want to go. Like she knew of all the horrors he’s faced. But as her hands, soft from years of being pampered, lingered on the scaring around his throat, he felt like maybe she did know. That maybe she had always known what was so hard about leaving a town as fucked up as Hawkins.

“My job,” his voice was weak to his own ears. An excuse that neither of them believed. An excuse that didn’t even work anymore. He could just ask Robin to keep it for him like she had done before.

Her stance showed years of being determined enough to make it in this fucked up world. She didn’t back down, she never did. “You don’t even enjoy watching movies.” She says and it’s true. Steve had never been able to sit still long enough to actually focus on a movie all the way through. He was always either getting up and missing something that made the movie confusing or zoning out and losing track of the plot anyways. “I’m sure we can find you a job you’d like. Maybe Malorie needs another hand at the salon?” She states and Steve feels the old swell of love for his mom that he wasn’t used to anymore.

Then she led them up to his room, one hand on his shoulder and one hand resting on his scarred forearm. He followed her and it was easy. So easy to sit on the end of his bed as she pulled out a bag and began to pack. “We’ll go for a week or two. Shop, get our hair done. Whatever we want,” She assured and he wanted to argue but he also didn’t. He wanted it if he was honest to himself. He wanted to leave Hawkins and let himself enjoy the world for a little while. And if he was really honest with himself, he didn’t want to return. “You know, I was thinking of going blond, maybe you could do another color?” She offered but he didn’t answer, too lost in his thoughts.

She finished packing a small bag before she crouched down in front of him. Her hands cupped his face, “Steven, I just think you could use a break. A small one if you can’t handle anything big.” Her words were so soft against his face. “Say you’ll go on a trip with me. Say that you’ll let me help you find yourself. Not who others what you to be, but yourself.” She took a shaky inhale. “I know that we haven’t been good parents. I know we pushed you to be who we wanted you to be. But none of that really matters. We want you to be successful and the biggest success in life is living happily. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you happy.” She says and it feels like she sees his ruins. That she’s come to them not to see the destruction but to help him rebuild it to what it could be.

“Promise me that you’ll let me help you.” Steve looks at her, at the woman he always thought he failed. The woman who always made sure everything looked perfectly in her image. The woman who had sighed when he told her that Nancy broke up with him. The woman who stopped cleaning his cuts. The woman who never came back when he was in the hospital for another Upside Down related injury. The woman that didn’t question where he had gone when the lab had kept him and Eddie for months. The woman who at the end of it all, was his mom. His mom who was holding him at this moment. And Steve wanted to be held.

So, he pushed all the thoughts about the Upside Down. About the kids radioing him for a ride. About his job with Robin. About movie nights and d&d. About Eddie and his big brown eyes. Instead, he focused on his mom’s steady hands and he did something he hadn’t done in a long time. He put himself first. “I want to go with you.” He whispered and watched a smile grow on her face. “I want to leave this town.” His voice broke and his mom seemed to understand what he wasn’t saying. She shifted up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Leaving the rest unsaid. The monsters. The kids. The responsibility. The fact that Steve didn’t want to come back.

She didn’t make him say anything else as she pulled him to his feet. “Then, we get the first flight out of here.” She promises and Steve’s hands feel weak as he holds onto her. But then they go to the car. She slides in behind the wheel of the Beamer and then… they’re gone.

~~~~~~

Eddie sat up with a shout, feeling his heart beating much too fast. He curled in on himself more, feeling the way his scars pulled taut from the movement. But he did his best to breathe, to tell himself that the bats hadn’t killed him. That he, Steve, and Dustin had all made it out. Eddie might have passed out but Steve had saved them. Steve had driven him to the hospital and they had survived. They stayed at the hospital where Eddie had been handcuffed to the bed but Steve’s bed had been right next to his. Steve had made him feel better even as the town tried to string him up for something he didn’t do.

He moved and reached for his walkie, only to stop when he saw the time. It was just after 4 in the morning. Far too early and far too late for Steve to be awake. And that was even if Steve wanted to deal with him at the moment. Eddie collapsed back into bed and thought of all the times he’d woken Steve up just from a nightmare. That even after Steve saved his life, Eddie didn’t stop bothering him. Maybe that’s why Steve hated him now. Maybe Eddie had asked for too much. Maybe it was waking up from screaming while Steve had been sleeping just fine in the bed across from him.

At that moment he wished that he was like Steve. He wished that he didn’t wake up screaming with the need to radio the others. That he could feel comfortable in his skin and could move on like nothing had happened. Steve still flirted with girls like the scars covering his body weren’t there. Steve still laughed and had a life without the party. He still had other things to do other than hide in the Wheeler’s basement for shitty movie nights. He still would smirk at them and leave early for a date or some other cool guy shit. Not Eddie. Never Eddie. Eddie hid his scars under layers of clothes. Eddie took every opportunity to be with the others because they were the only ones who didn’t look at him like he was a murderer. Eddie had nightmares that kept him up and gave him bruises under his eyes. He was so far from okay it was laughable. But Steve, Steve was just an immovable force. Taking all the hits like they were nothing. Smiling like nothing had happened.

Nancy had told Eddie about the first time it all happened. How Steve had been terrified, how he had screamed at her but then it was like a flip was switched. How, from one minute to the next, Steve accepted it and just moved onto helping them. That Steve had just picked up the bat and saved her and Jonathan’s life that night. Then, just like magic, Steve hadn’t ever really brought it up again. He laughed with Nancy, talked about the future with her. He would try to get her out of the house and keep conversation light. He never stumbled.

Nancy had hated it. He had moved on but she couldn't. She couldn’t forget that those monsters killed her friend. She couldn’t forget the sight of the monster. Nancy was terrified but Steve hadn’t seemed bothered by it after that first night. No matter how many times Nancy tried to push, tried to get him to react, he’d just smile at her. He’d listen but she never saw her own fears, her own devastation reflected in him. He just acted like it was easy to move on.

Eddie kind of hated that too. That Steve was still the person he always was. He didn’t have things to lose. Not like Nancy lost her best friend. Not how Eddie saw a girl die in his living room and he was forced to remember that every time he walked through the trailer. Steve could just go do what jocks do after they graduate. He didn’t have the whole town giving him dirty looks. He didn’t have that bone deep exhaustion from it all. Not like the rest of them did. But it was also kind of nice. He could go to Steve when he needed a reminder that it would be okay. That made one day he’d be just who he wanted to be. Because Steve had to be the person he wanted to be. He wore what he wanted even when they teased him about it. He still took pride in his appearance by styling his hair to perfection all day every day.

But Eddie doesn’t really want to be like Steve. No. That would be easier. No, he just wants to be liked by Steve. He wants Steve to stay around during movie nights. He wants Steve to join d&d with them. He wants to make Steve a character and help him with getting the hang of playing. He wanted Steve by his side instead of half out the door. He wants and wants and wants. Still, he does his best to ignore those wants. He goes on with his day and unsurprisingly ends up at the Wheelers. They all- well no- not all of them, everyone but Steve is lying in the room with a movie ready to be played.

And maybe it was the dream still lingering in the back of his mind. Maybe it was just who he now was. But he finds himself clearing his throat, “has anyone talked to Steve? Made sure he remembered it was today?”

Robin looked over at him from where she sat next to Nancy, “I haven’t. He wasn’t at work today.” She says and a few of them stop. Eddie’s not sure that he’s ever seen Steve miss a day off of work. Not after he thanked Robin for keeping his job even after all that time. He went every day like he had to make up for it.

“Maybe he got a migraine,” Max offers but Eddie still doesn’t like it. Even if it was a migraine, he shouldn’t be alone for it.

They all stayed still for a moment before Eddie’s reaching for the walkie and Robin’s standing, heading for the phone. Dustin beats Eddie to the walkie and begins to call out for their friend. As Robin dials the number they all have memorized. It rings only twice before Robin’s face twists. “Hi, sir. It’s Robin Buckley, is Steve there?” She questions and Eddie doesn’t hesitate to get too close to listen to the conversation.

“- is gone. He left this morning with his mom. He’ll be out of town for a while.” What had to be Steve’s dad, said and Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh- um, I wasn’t- how long- he didn’t tell me-” She starts but is cut off.

“Tell me, are you one of the people Steven was hanging out with last night?” The man’s voice is harsh and Eddie wonders how someone like that could ever have a son so perfect.

Robin locks eyes with Eddie, looking as confused as he felt. “Uh-”

The man interrupts her again before she can figure out what’s going on, “be confident in your words. Don’t hesitate to answer a simple question, it makes you seem pitiful. You’ll never get anywhere in life if you act all nervous.”

Robin’s eyes go wide. “I’m sorry- I uh- yes I was with Steve.”

There’s a sigh through the phone and it sounds so much like Steve’s bitchy tone. “Perfect. I would like you to pass on a message to anyone else that had been there.” He clears his throat and the kids are now beginning to try and figure out what’s going as well. “None of you deserve my son and I hope he decides not to return. I hope my wife convinces him to move away from this hellhole and from people like you. People who take someone for granted. Well, my son is worth more than all of you put together.” And the phone clicks, signaling that Steve’s dad was done with them.

“What did they say?” Nancy questions as they all stare at Eddie and Robin.

Robin looks closed to tears as Dustin demands to know what was happening.

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