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A Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader (f)

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Summary: After a stressful week, you try to wind down with some personal time but nothing quite hits that spot. And a certain Super Soldier may just be more than willing to help you.

Warnings: 18+ Smut - Masturbation/toys, Oral (f receiving), fingering, neck play, arm/hand kink, dirty talk, a faint Dom theme if you squint, swearing – honestly, Bucky should just be a kink in himself.

Word count: 5k+ words full of hot playtime.

A/N: This is just filth, to be honest. I was feeling a certain way after watching episode 3 of TFATWS and seeing that scene with Bucky cleaning his hand and… ideas happened, and this was born. There’s not really a plot… simply enjoy.

Smut under the cut!!

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Part 2

There was something to be said about the advancement of toys in recent years.

There were hundreds of them. All different types. For all different things.

Rabbits, waterproof vibrators, pulsating and pounding ones, ones that felt like oral, handsfree vibrators, remote control vibrators – the list went on.

You had a lot. Tucked in a drawer of your dresser in a pretty box that just made you go all tingly in the knees every time you saw it.

You were proud of your collection.

And boy, did you love them.

They never let you down, ever.

But unfortunately, tonight was just not one of those nights.

It has been a tough week.

Not only had you taken a beating in training yesterday, but you were also late for an appointment across the city, which resulted in being yelled at by Fury.

You really regretted decided to help him when he needed it.

There wasn’t a lot going on lately, so you offered to help Fury when he needed it.

Usually, you were on his food side.

Yesterday, not so much.

Everything seemed out to get you, and after the shit show of the week, you just wanted to treat yourself. So, you’d holed yourself up in your room on your floor of the compound, had a long, luxurious soak in the bath, and then decided to work out your anxiety and tension with one of your many, many friends.

And for the first time in a while, they just weren’t hitting that spot.

Literally.

You groaned, throwing the third toy - this one a rabbit that was one of your most trusty companions - on the side of your bed.

For the last forty minutes, you’d been dancing between three different toys and your fingers.

You’d tried being on your belly, your side, and your back. You’d even tried a pillow.

But nothing was the right pressure on your clit, no toy or finger felt deep enough inside, and you couldn’t hit that spot inside without getting a wicked cramp in your wrist that forced you to stop.

You sat up, every nerve in your body wound to a knife edge, leaving you frustrated and tempted to throttle someone.

Or get someone to throttle you.

Preferably whilst pinning you to a wall... or a desk.

Or anywhere really.

You just needed something, anything to get out this frustration and give you the release you’d been desperately chasing all night.

It wasn’t even a case of hovering on the edge - you couldn’t even get there. The fire and heat just stayed a kindling ember in your belly, and never reaching that explosive fire.

After getting up and downing a measure of whiskey whilst watching the rain, you decided to try a last-ditch attempt with a different toy.

This one was a curved vibrator, with a thicker rounder head for supposedly perfect pressure on your g-spot.

Simple, straight forward.

Surely, if none of the others had done it, this one finally would.

After settling back on your bed, you took a little more care this time, even going as far to light a few candles to add an ambiance to the room rather than have it pitch black with the sounds of the rain.

You worked yourself up this time, building it slowly, teasing yourself with brushes of your fingertips over your throat and breasts, setting your skin ablaze.

You pushed yourself to the edge a little, and then worked over with your vibrator.

Until ten minutes later, when you literally launched the vibrator across the room and it hit the wall with a resounding thud, that echoed your hiss of frustration. “Fucking hell.”

A shit week, a shit day, and you couldn’t even fuck yourself well enough to be able to wind down and get some sleep.

There was a sudden knock and then Bucky’s voice echoed through your bedroom door. “Darlin’?” There was a slight hint of his Brooklyn accent peeping through at the end, stirring something within you.

You startled, sitting bolt upright and your head snapped to the door, “Bucky?” You had the good sense to lock the door, but still. He was right there.

His shadow moved beneath the door, and you realised he was leaning against it, “Is everything alright? I heard banging.”

Well, no not really. I’ve been trying to get myself off for the last hour and nothing appears to be working and I’m sitting here naked whilst you’re the other side of my door calling me Darling in that ridiculously hot accent that shouldn’t even be that hot. But hey, apart from that, everything’s great.

You slid off the bed, padding across the room after dropping your toys back in their drawer, glaring at it as you passed. You slipped a robe on before making your way across the fluffy rug to the door, “Yeah, I’m okay...” You unlocked the door, tugging it open.

Bucky was leaning against the doorframe, all broad shoulders, long lines and soft smile.

His searing blue eyes were instantly locked onto you, a smirk playing on those gorgeous lips.

He cocked his head, standing there with his arms crossed, and you noticed that for once, he wasn’t wearing any gloves. Just a simple long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans that hung sinfully close to his hips and... no boots. Just socks.

Like he’d taken his shoes off before waking into your apartment.

Ever the gentleman.

His arm was bare, the soft light of the hall bouncing off of the black vibranium and sparking the gold. You’d always loved his arm. The sheer power of it, the way you’d seen it shatter a man’s ribs instantly and tear through a brick wall like it was made of glass. The same hand that tickled behind the ears of a stray kitten in Prospect Park and test the ripeness of plums at the market.

You wanted that hand around your throat.

Eyes the colour of the Arctic sea roamed over your body, from your slightly mussed up hair to the flush along your neck that disappeared in the dip of your dressing gown. “Mm... are you sure about that?” He tilted his coyly, a smirk playing on his lips and you had a feeling this expression had been one of the trademarks since the 40’s.

You narrowed your eyes at him, more than aware that he was seeing far more than you wanted him to, “I’m fine.” You turned from the door, leaving it open for him to come in, “How comes you’re up on my floor, anyway?” You peered over your shoulder at him as you padded across the room to the drinks cart.

Yes, there was a bar on your floor, but why couldn’t you have a cart in your room? Tony hadn’t even needed to ask when designing it.

Bucky walked in, his footfalls silent like a cat, that training never quite leaving him, “I couldn’t sleep. No nightmares, just restless.” He added the last part quickly, in response to the concern that tightened your expression.

It was nothing unusual, Bucky coming up here to your room.

You often found each other after nightmares or rough days, seeking comfort and distraction from the darkness that lingered.

Some days and nights, you went out, needing an outside diversion from the thoughts.

Other times, you stayed in, watching films, talking, training or just... sitting quietly, knowing that the other persons presence was enough protection and reassurance. Words weren’t needed… just company.

You handed him a drink, plopping down on the end of your bed and you watched him sink into the couch opposite, “Anything you wanna talk about?”

Since everything with the War, Bucky was working on fitting back into a routine, into ‘normal’ life - or what could be considered normal for people like yourselves.

He was undergoing his mandatory therapy sessions, and they seemed to be helping him.

He was back in contact with Sam, and the pair even worked a few jobs together now and then, even if they did bicker like an old married couple - it provided great entertainment when you tagged along.

He leant back on the couch, settling his left arm across the back. He always looked at home on your floor, relaxed, like his mind could shut off a little. “Nah, I’m okay... Thank you though.” He shot you an easy smile again, one that he probably hadn’t used in.... decades. “What about you? Why are you up so late?”

Mimicking his shrug, you kept your expression neutral, making sure your eyes didn’t drift to that certain drawer, “Rough week. I was reading to try and drift off.”

“Mmmhm...” Bucky’s hummed response told you instantly that he did not believe you one bit. “What were you reading? Cosmopolitan’s best guide to toys?” That shit eating grin graced his face and he motioned gracefully with his left hand... to the corner of the room.

The vibrator you’d launched was sitting on the floor, nestled in the rug, the soft mint green silicone practically a beacon.

Okay.

Okay…. So. There were two ways you could respond to this.

Either play it off, deny it and change the subject.

Or…

Turning back to him, you shrugged again, “Oh, I’ve read that back to front. And made a few additions myself.” You cocked your head, a faint flutter in your belly as you awaited his response.

The barest flicker of surprise danced across his beautiful, rugged features before dissolving into something confident and smouldering. “Well, it looks to me like their guide isn’t true to review tonight. Something tells me you’re having a little bit of trouble.” His voice had begun to lower into a deeper, the natural roughness of his voice coming out.

It stoked that fire within you, warming your blood and curling low in your belly.

“And if I was? What would you suggest to help?” It was almost impossible to remain sitting still as the atmosphere folded and changed. There was one obvious route to your back and forth… and you wanted it.

Wanted… him.

And if you were honest, you had for a long time now. There was just something about him that you’d always been drawn to, a simmering tension that settled whenever you were together.

Bucky rose from the sofa in a fluid movement, walking toward you slowly, casually, but with the grace and prowl of a wolf eyeing up its next meal – you.

And fuck, you wanted him to devour you.

He slid his hands into his pockets, feet silent on your wooden floor, “Well… I would say that as wonderful as your toys may be… they’re just that. Toys. They can’t… feel what you like.” His eyes burned through you with each of his steps. “They don’t hear the noises you make when they hit the right spot. They don’t get to see the way your body reacts, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip because it feels overwhelmingly good.”

He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, and that only added to the growing wetness between your thighs as his filthy, beautiful words.

Bucky stopped in front of you, removing his left hand and touching his fingers to your chin to tilt it up to face him, “They can’t know the little things… the deeper angle, that extra finger or sweep of the tongue… they can’t make you so wet that it runs down your thighs and they can’t make you arch off the bed as you shatter into starlight…” He sighed softly, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “I’m afraid they just… can’t make you come the way a real person could.” He applied a little pressure to the underside of your chin, and you rose to your – unsteady - feet instantly, putty in his hands.

Holy fuck, Bucky Barnes had a mouth on him.

Your teeth had indeed sunk into your lower lip, and your breathing had grown shallow. It was an effort to keep your thighs firmly locked together… Because you were just as wet as he had said.

The dark flame in his eyes told you that he knew the reaction you were having to him. He brushed a cool thumb over your lip, then tugged it gently to free it from your teeth and at the same time, he leant his head down to your level, “They can’t make you come like I can, darlin’.” This close, his warm lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice reduced to a husky rasp that only further drew out that Brooklyn accent.

The soft moan that left your lips was almost pitiful, but you didn’t care, “Shit.”

You breathed the word, earning a deep chuckle in your ear before Bucky pulled back, only enough to see your face, “You want me to help you? Give you a helping hand?” His words were low and seductive, but he was looking between your eyes, making no more moves until he knew you wanted this.

If you changed your mind, he would leave right now, and say no more about it.

That very thought pained you.

Something had always hovered between you both… and maybe now was the time to let it out. You shared a few kisses on nights out and he had featured heavily in your fantasies night after night, wishing your fingers were his, the toys were him….

You met his eyes, your own clear and sure and you kept that gaze as you parted your lips. Then swept your tongue along his thumb and tilted your head down just enough to take it between your lips. The vibranium was smooth, cold and it felt oddly delightful on your tongue. “Make me come, Bucky. Prove to me you’re better than the toys.” Your voice was low with need, a soft pleading note for him there as you gazed up through your eyelashes.

The Arctic blue of his eyes deepened to near midnight, his pupils blowing out as he watched you talk around his thumb, your tongue sweeping over the metal and he almost purred, “Oh, baby, you won’t need toys when I’m done.” And then he was on you.

He gently pulled his hand from your face, instead placing it lightly around your neck, the heavy metal settling on your collarbones and that alone drenched you.

He looked between your eyes, checking one final time and then his mouth was lowering onto yours, his lips warm, plush and ever so inviting. Instantly, he licked a teasing line along your lips, which you would have parted for him without the request.

Bucky’s tongue slipped past your lips, sweeping against yours in hot strokes as he explored every corner of your mouth.

He tasted divine, and even more so when his thumb lightly tipped your chin back and he traced the tip of his tongue along the roof of your mouth, licking over the ridges and showing you exactly what that tongue could do.

A groan left your lips, and you slid your hands up his arms to those shoulders, those gorgeous broad shoulders that all you wanted to do was dig your nails into them and use for support as you rode him.

A deep curl of delight and joy was unfurling within the heat in your belly, because you needed this, needed more of him and his hands and his tongue and his words… and you were finally getting it

Hell, he had only just started kissing you and you already could have fallen apart just from that.

“Why have we not been doing this all the time?” Was the only thought that your already fuzzy mind could come up with as he pulled away slowly from your lips, only to begin pressing hot, open kisses against your jaw that were all teeth and tongue. He seared a path to your neck, kissing all over until he found that particular spot that made you whimper and arch into his body.

Bucky laughed low against your neck, the sound vibrating, “Oh, baby, you were struggling, weren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already a mess…” He used his hand on your throat to tilt your head to the side, before biting at your skin, sweeping his tongue over the hot and sucking a deep mark there.

A slight whine rippled in your throat, fingers pulling as his shirt and your chest pushed against his, the firm heat of him making your nipples tighten, especially when he pushed into you.

Bucky slipped a hand between your bodies, tugging at the cord of your dressing gown and it slipped from your shoulders, leaving you bare and open to him.

He licked down your neck, his tongue smoothing over the shape of your collarbones and then down your sternum to your breasts. He butterfly kissed the soft flesh, then almost delicately sucked at your rleft nipple, lifting his vibranium hand to squeeze the other, “So beautiful…” He mumbled it half to himself, his dark mussed up curls soft against your skin.

One of your hands trailed up the back of his neck, slightly tangling in the hair at the base of his head and you pushed your chest further into his mouth, “Tease.” The word was a soft gasp, your eyes closing in pleasure and your lips parting.

He chuckled, pulling back to blow a cool breath on the wet skin, watching your nipple harden and then he moved to give the other the same treatment, “Oh, I’m a tease, am I? I can stop if you like.” He grinned around the delicate skin, just slightly grazing his teeth as he tugged your nipple and then he continued his trail of kisses down your body, slowly sinking to his knees. “I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop though, darlin’.” His right hand grasped your ankle, and then he ghosted warm fingertips up your leg, past your knee and then pausing at your inner thigh, at what he felt there, “No. No I don’t think you’ll ask me to stop at all.”

The cocky bastard grinned once more against your stomach, before dipping his tongue inside your belly button.

“Bucky…” You couldn’t hide the whimper in your voice, nor the way your hips rocked forward in a plea. It was almost painful how much you needed him to touch you, needed to feel his lips and his tongue.

“Shhh, baby, I know.” His hands slipped up your waist, as soothing as his gentle coo against your belly button and then he brushed his lips lower and lower… and then finally, he pressed a soft butterfly kiss to your pubic bone.

A low groan tore from his throat, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he saw you, swollen and positively dripping for him, “Oh, darlin’, look at you…”

The sheer desire and awe in his low voice caused heat to flush along your cheekbones. You weren’t shy by any means, but the almost primal admiration in his voice was something you’d never heard before, the pure want and desire to make you feel good and worship you.

Bucky admired the sight before him for a single moment, before lifting his eyes to yours and then he dove in, immediately devouring you like he was starving. His deft tongue slipped through your slick folds with ease, and he moaned again at your taste, at your smell, everything.

He pressed his tongue flat against you before sucking at your clit, with such an intensity that you almost choked. It was a simple movement, but it shot electricity through your body and made every single nerve stand on end.

He let that coil of energy begin to build, and then he licked back down, his hands sliding down to palm at your ass cheeks before digging his fingers into your skin, pulling you in further so he could bury his nose against your clit and his tongue – fuck, his tongue pushed inside of you, hot and heavy. It just felt so, so good, his nose putting pressure on your bundle of nerves, his tongue pumping inside you.

Your hands flew down to his hair, winding through it to keep him there, keep him doing that, to keep him fucking you with his tongue, “Buck-”. You weren’t sure what you were begging him for, only that you just needed to say his name, needed to do something.

Your hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, and you became aware of it only when Bucky’s muffled moan reverberating through you.

He liked it, no... he loved this, that you were grinding against his face as his tongue worked inside you, tasting parts of you no one else had ever gotten right before.

“Fuck, Bucky, keep doing that – I’m-” You cut off with a high moan, your head tilting back as you rocked into him faster, chasing down that high that was so tantalisingly close. It hadn’t taken long, you were so worked up from your failed attempts that you were already there.

Bucky’s began to lick and suck you with new fervour, his head moving in time with the jerks of his hips, feeling the way your walls were tightening around his tongue. His fingers dug harder into your ass, and you felt the silent command almost, Come.

And you did.

You cried his name out to the sky, every nerve in your body winding to near painful tautness before you shattered on his face, your first orgasm ripping through you.

Bucky didn’t stop, working you through it and drawing it out further and further as he lapped up every single drop you gave him, moaning himself like it was the most tantalising thing he had ever tasted.

He stopped only when your grip released on his hair, the sensitivity of your nerves almost painful, your legs shaking like crazy and he lifted his hand from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening. He rose from his knees, nudging you back onto the bed and instantly crawling up your body, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

You whimpered slightly, catching your breath as you watched him crawl up you, eyes burning like sapphire fire, his tongue licking slowly over his lips as he savoured you. Words were beyond you, desire still coursing through your veins and you were a little in awe at how quickly – and hard – he had brought you to your first orgasm.

Bucky grinned devilishly, “That won’t be your last.” He lowered his mouth back to yours and as you tasted yourself on him, you grew instantly wet for him again.

His body brushed into yours and you felt how painfully hard he was through his jeans, the sounds and taste of you getting to him of course.

Your fingers had barely brushed against his restrained length when he shook his head, nipping at your lower lip, “Oh no, baby, this is all about you.”

You ignored him, palming him through his jeans and he moaned lowly before his eyes flashed, his hand suddenly back on your throat and he moved his hips away so you couldn’t get to him. “I said no.” It was almost a snarl, “This is about you. Not me.” His hand tightened just slightly around your throat, making it that little bit harder to breathe and your eyes rolled back at how delicious it felt.

It was a huge kink for you, the idea of someone – of Bucky - taking control, being in control of your body even it was just for a little while. You didn’t need to think or do anything. Only feel and be at the mercy of his touch.

You relented, legs falling open for him and you tilted your head back, searching for his lips.

Bucky granted you the kiss, a slow, languid kiss at first that was all simmering passion and tangling tongues, the taste on you still lingering on his lips.

He palmed your breast again, tugging and squeezing the flesh until he scratched his nails lightly down your ribcage and belly.

Yes, yes-

He wasted no time, no more playing and his fingers slipped lower, circling over your clit with a delicious pressure that had you instantly moaning into his mouth.

He toyed with your clit a little more, before gathering your wetness and then sinking two fingers inside you, pushing all the way into his knuckles, then drawing back out slowly.

As he withdrew, you moaned long and slow into his mouth and he began a steady rhythm. Pushing and curling his fingers inside you a few steps, then circling and pulling at your clit, ever so subtly switching it up with each pass so you couldn’t predict what he would do.

It felt amazing, but… there was something still missing. It still wasn’t quite enough to send you over that final edge… it wasn’t what you’d been fantasising about.

No, it was his left hand. That dark, golden vibranium hand that was currently seated around your throat.

The knowledge of what it could do, the sheer power in it that could easily crush your windpipe or shatter your jaw with a single flick of his wrist.

That is what you needed.

Those cool, powerful fingers inside you, working you over – that was the best toy.

It was like he could read your mind somehow, or the way your body sung to his tune. He lifted his head, looking down at you with those searing blues and he cocked his head, a slow grin lighting his gorgeous face, “Oh… This-” he scissored his fingers inside you, stretching your walls and ever so slightly brushing up against that spot, “isn’t quite what you want, is it, darlin’?”

Holy Christ, he was going to destroy you before you even got what you wanted.

You looked up at him, panting, hips rocking to the slower thrust of his fingers and you shook your head.

Bucky swore softly, panting himself and he squeezed your throat once before lifting his fingers, “You want these, don’t you?”

Instead of answering him, you ducked your head, taking his three fingers into your mouth and immediately gliding your tongue around them, up and down in slow, dirty strokes.

The effect was instantaneous. Bucky’s hips jerked slightly against yours, his mouth parting as he watched you suck his vibranium fingers, hollowing your cheeks, eyes rolling back in your head like… like it was something else entirely.

He groaned, swore again and then almost ripped his fingers from your mouth and from between your legs at the same time.

Your entire body mourned the loss, feeling empty, clenching around nothing but mere seconds later, he plunged those three vibranium fingers inside of you, slick with your saliva and how unbelievably wet you were.

It stung a little, but only added to the feeling as your hips rose off the bed, “Shit, shit-”

They felt… like the best toy you could ever imagine. Smooth, cold, and hard enough that you could feel every faint ridge of the joints as he slid them in and out. You reached out, grabbing his arm with one hand and the bed with the other, needing something to hold onto as instinct took over. Your hips rode upwards, back arching as you rocked his fingers in deeper, feeling them in your spine almost. It was better than you could have imagined.

Bucky dropped his head to your chest, spreading his mouth over your breast and his other arm slid over your hips, pinning them to the bed so you were forced to take it. “You wanted this, baby… You take it.” He bit down on the soft flesh of your breast before smoothing his tongue over it again, working an alternative rhythm to his fingers and thumb again, so that your brain couldn’t keep up with which one to follow. It knew only the waves of fire singing through your veins.

Time may have very well dissolved, because you could only feel pleasure, tinged almost with pain.

The thick, hard stroking of fingers as they stretched and wrecked you.

The circling, hard-soft-hard pressure of his thumb on your clit.

The bite of his teeth on your breasts, neck and chest, followed by the wet press of his tongue.

The way he couldn’t help his hips slightly rocking against your leg.

This was almost like a fever dream, expect your brain couldn’t have come up with something this mind melting. Not even if you were really, really worked up.

The noises in the room were absolutely sinful. The unrestrained cries and moans from your lips, Bucky’s groans and his filthy words, the wet pump of his fingers inside you – it was obscene, filthy and completely, painfully mind-blowing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bucky, please-” You had no idea what you were begging for, but every single nerve and muscle in your body was coiling tighter and tighter, your hips jerking against his arm as he pinned you down, forcing you to take this, to feel everything he was doing with no relenting. Tears were beginning to blur your eyes and the pleasure he unleashed upon you was almost painful.

Bucky somehow moved his fingers harder, deeper, the ability of the tech in his arm allowing him to do so, “Let go, baby, come on, let it go for me..” He dropped his head, biting down on your neck and he pressed his fingers against that spot inside you, flicking your clit with his thumb and then it all just snapped.

Waves and waves of hot fire flooded your body, dragging you up to the stars, further. It ripped the air from your lungs, made you half scream his name in a never-ending prayer.

It just didn’t stop.

Bucky kept moving inside you, drawing out every single second of your mind-shattering orgasm, letting go of your hips so you could grind them into his hand. “That’s it, baby… Look at you, so beautiful like that…” His praise spurred you on, making you feel almost like a goddess as you flooded his hand.

He stopped only when you slumped back onto the bed, sucking in deep breaths as you tried to piece yourself back together.

Better than toys indeed.

A little while later, you stirred from a light dose to see Bucky lounging on your couch again, cleaning the grooves and metal of his fingers with a soft cloth.

The sight of him concentrating, taking such care and detail with the clean-up, the cleanup from the mess you had made, had you instantly wet again. “Bucky.”

He looked up, hearing the low thrum to your voice and a smirk crossed his lips.

You had a favour to repay for his helping hand, after all.

#well #that happened #i am not sorry #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #arm kink

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tragedybunny · 3 years

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Wise Men Say, Only Fools Rush In - Chapter 1: Welcome to the Jungle

What I had expected was an interview, a proper face-to-face with the chance to prove my suitability to my potential superiors. What I had was maybe twenty minutes on the phone with the notorious CEO before he cut me off abruptly. “That will be enough for today, Ms. Du Couteau. I’m perfectly convinced your Father is correct and you will be more than sufficient for the role here.” From the moment he spoke I’d noticed that while rich and cultured, his voice carried a certain quality to it, a sense of superiority, as though he held himself above those around him. It seemed to me that it was genuine confidence though, unlike Father’s smugness, which always seemed to be from a place of compensating for whatever. As rich and powerful as he, I could only think he had short man syndrome with his insecurities. There was something dark as well in the tone of this Mr. Swain, he was not a man to be trifled with. “Provided you do not prove to be inept in some way I can’t predict.”

It was probably unwise that I gave in as I felt my temper flare at the unnecessary condescension. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Swain. I can’t wait to prove myself sufficiently competent for my future with Noxus Holdings.” The sarcasm rolled off my tongue before I could catch myself, my eyes going wide and a hand moving to cover my mouth as though that could undo what I’d said.

There was a long pause on his end and I held my breath, sure that I’d just burned this whole thing to the ground. “Very well, we’ll expect you in two weeks. I’ll have all the details forwarded to you.” I could’ve sworn he sounded almost amused and I died a little bit inside.

Hanging up, I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, and was thankful I was alone so no one could see their crimson hue. Had I really just snapped at the most important person at my new employer, the CEO of the company that my whole future hinged on? And he hadn’t said anything. Either this was one of those “I like her moxie” types of situations or there would be hell to pay later. The latter was usually the case for me anyway.

It was with that peculiar encounter in mind that I found myself waiting in the lobby of Noxus Holdings wearing a subdued gray suit, hoping to look less like the hot-head I’d proven to be over the phone. I swallowed a nervous exhale and glanced around, a carefully constructed fantasy of an industrial office space from a century ago surrounded me, all glass, and iron, and deco style windows. An escort from my department should arrive at any moment, and I wanted to be damn sure I looked as cool and confident as possible. It wasn’t as if the job itself would be a challenge, contracts and fending off lawsuits from angry ex-employees and investors, nothing I hadn’t done before.

“Red!” A richly accented, yet horrifyingly familiar and obnoxious voice broke the quiet ambiance of the lobby. The pair of receptionists on duty shot furtive glances toward the source in unison before returning to what they were doing. Standing just in front of the elevator, a black suit with a yellow blouse perfectly accenting her bronze skin, was a woman I’d hoped I’d left behind on graduation day, Samira.

How had I missed that this was where she’d ended up? I’d stayed in touch with some of our old sorority sisters, and they kept me in the loop on a lot of the gossip about everyone. It made a lot of sense though, she had a truly vicious nature, there was no way she wasn’t thriving here. I inhaled, feeling a slight twitch in my eye at even this small interaction, and walked toward her. “Hello Samira, it’s been a while.” My voice remained level and surprisingly pleasant, I just needed to treat her like every troublesome, idiotic client I’d ever been assigned, even if I felt irritation clawing at every one of my nerves. It had always been like that, something about her just grated on me.

“A while!? We haven’t talked since the Phi Sigma Tau farewell party.” The wind was suddenly knocked out of me as I found myself in a very unwelcome embrace. “Not that anybody saw much of you that night, well except Garen. Not that I blame you, a moonlit beach, a few good drinks, perfect romantic atmosphere.” I was freed only to be nudged harshly with an elbow as Samira leered at me in a teasing manner. “And I heard he saw quite a bit of you out there on the sand.” The laugh that followed was at least quiet enough that we didn’t instantly become the center of attention.

An involuntary snort escaped me and I felt irritation starting to give way to outright anger, my mind buzzing and my vision starting to tunnel. “I’m surprised anyone noticed with the other incident that happened that night.” My pleasant mask remained in place but reminding her I wasn’t the only one with a story from that night filled me with a sense of petty satisfaction, especially since hers ended with the wail of police sirens.

“What can I say, it was a wild night all around.” Her arm looped through mine and she began to drag me toward the elevator. “See, it’s just like old times.” For a moment I wondered if she could truly be this oblivious to my intended insult. That was answered a moment later she leaned in and violently whispered in my ear. “Don’t think you can fuck with me Red. Your Daddy’s name isn’t going to get everything just handed to you here.” I’d just made horrifying mistake number two. There was no way she hadn’t been baiting me to see what reaction I’d have. With reckless force, she jabbed the elevator button and spoke in a more audible and warm tone. “I’m sure we’ll find ourselves to be best friends all over again.”

I nodded silently, not wanting to give her a response that would encourage her further. These last few moments had brought my new reality into stark clarity. I hadn’t expected to waltz in and find myself in a top position with no work on my part, but I hadn’t anticipated that I’d be met with outright hostility. If it was just Samira that would be one thing, but were there others lurking in the shadows that I’d have to wary of? Maybe deep down I had still had some delusion about the family name being a shield of sorts, those were just entirely shattered. It would get me no further than it already had.

A vintage styled, cage-like elevator came to a stop before us. An insistent tugging on my arm pulled me into it after her, her pleasant smile frozen into place. The doors closed, a cheery ding sounded, and we dropped all semblance of civility to glare at one another. “My dear,” my eyes rolled reflexively at the honeyed tone, “we are going to be working very closely. Try not to lash out every time I make a harmless joke. I know you are used to things being smoothed along in the family business.” Nails dug into my palm, there was no way she could know the truth, but still, I fought an urge the physically quiet her.

I know a powerplay when I see one, this whole scene had been staged to give Samira a sense of dominance in our new arrangement. And there was no way I could retaliate with her seniority over me. At least not yet. I could feel bile creeping its way up my throat as I realized that if I was going to succeed and build my life of independence, there was nothing I could do about it right now but live with it. There was the small consolation that I gleaned something else from this encounter, if Samira was taking direct action it was because she was threatened. I’d always been the better lawyer, all throughout school and our intern days. It was likely I wouldn’t end up having to live with her antics for long. To that end, I released a breath and relaxed my shoulders. “You’re right. Let’s start this whole thing over. It’s good to see you again Samira.”

A small noise of approval escaped her and she turned away to face the elevator doors, clearly satisfied with my conciliatory act. Well, even if she had won the battle for today, there was still a war to be fought. Another high-pitched ding and the cage stopped at one of the upper floors. The same aesthetic carried through here, exposed venting ran along the ceiling, gray carpet accented the dark wood and iron-finished metal of the walls, artfully uncovered “antique” light bulbs illuminated anywhere the natural light from those same intricate windows from the lobby didn’t reach. “We should really track down Darius and I’ll introduce you.” There was an implication she was doing me a favor. Another small irritation, the whole department reported to him, it was expected we’d meet. “He’s the VP and also head’s up the acquisition team along with lega-Ah!”

Samira had turned to speak over her shoulder at me and midspeech was physically halted by a collision with a figure appearing from around a corner. I stifled the laugh that bubbled up, she’d desperately deserved that little impact. “Sorry Sam, don’t kill me. Well hello there new and gorgeous.” His tone shifted from apologetic to a practiced arrogance somehow in perfect harmony with the goatee he sported, one that I can only imagine he believed was attractive. The obvious leering that accompanied his words left me with the urge to bury my knee in his groin.

“Draven, this is Katarina, she’s just starting with us in legal. Should I let your brother know what a warm welcome you’re giving his new employee?” The newcomer’s face visibly became several shades paler. Interesting, it would seem that Noxus was also a place of family ties. “Kat, this is Draven, head of marketing.” For once, I couldn’t blame her for the annoyance coloring her words.

A hesitant hand reached out toward me and I made sure to lock my grip on it firmly. Years of martial arts as a hobby had left me with deceptive strength in my small frame. Pale blue eyes widened at the sudden pressure as I smiled sweetly. “Very pleased to meet you Draven.”

Shockingly, he returned my smile when I released his hand. “You’ve got a bit of a spark, I’ll bet you fit in just fine. Lookin’ forward to working with ya.” Wordlessly, Samira led on as Draven waved pleasantly behind us. “Be nice to this one Sam!”

An irritated sigh escaped her, but she waited until we were out of earshot to speak again. “Nicely done,” a compliment, he must really rub her the wrong way, “he’s harmless, but it’s good to keep him on a short leash.”

The hallways we passed through lacked the small cubicle farms you would find on the lower floors, instead, there were plenty of offices, conference rooms, and occasionally open-plan shared workspaces for teams who worked closely together. It was in one of those workspaces, bordered by offices, that Samira finally stopped. The buzz of those gathered in the area halted, and all eyes turned toward us. Silence reigned even as the curious examination of the newcomer was evident. “Everyone, this is Katarina, our new team member I told you about.” Murmurs welcoming me to the group responded, they were subdued though, as if they were afraid to be too excitable in front of Samira.

Despite the outwardly friendly moment, I kept my face neutral, and voice aloof as I returned their greetings. Any group within a company this high profile would be extremely competitive, and I’d be damned if I was going to start by giving off an air of weakness. They were probably already appraising me, deciding if I was any real threat to their positions.

“I see I’m right on time.” A deep voice cut through the subdued chatter and a massive figure approached us. Clad in a simple, but clearly expensive suit, his presence seemed to fill the entire space as he exuded a calm confidence. There was also something familiar about him, I was sure he had been at the family firm before.

“You couldn’t give me an hour before checking in, could you?” Indignation caused her voice to go up an octave in pitch, an effect that was quite satisfying for me.

The newcomer’s eyes narrowed dangerously, my first taste of the office hierarchy in action. Impatiently he gestured for us to follow, and not wanting to seem daunted by the sparks, I cut in front of Sam, following to an office that was nearby. Once the door was slammed behind us, I realized it was her office, the degree proudly displayed on the wall bearing her name. Tension enveloped the three of us. “Don’t start Sam. I’m not trying to babysit you.”

She clicked her tongue and muttered in defeat. “Fine, just make it quick.”

The full attention of the room fell on me. “Darius Basilich, pleased to finally meet my newest team member.” He held out a hand for a much more dignified handshake than the one I gave his brother. “Sorry we haven’t had a chance to talk before now, Jericho doesn’t always give us a head’s up when he’s decided something.” The gruff words had a frankness and sense of honesty about them that was refreshing. I took note of the use of Mr. Swain’s first name, it was good to know who he was that comfortable with.

Releasing his hand, I could recognize that he’d be my first ally here and one that I needed on all fronts. “I believe we’ve met previously, while I was interning for my father.”

In answer, he offered a small, but genuine smile. “Thought you looked a bit familiar. Must have been when I was wrangling Draven out of that mess.”

Sam, who had sat behind her desk and started furiously typing, snorted. “Your brother is always into something.”

My expression must have faltered because he let out a weary sigh. “I see you’ve met. Anyway, great to have you on board. It was a shock that Marcus was willing to let one of the kids go.”

My stomach crawled as I recalled the last two weeks of verbal abuse I’d gone through, not just from Father, but Cassie as well. All because I dared to leave them. I was never more grateful for my apartment, that space that was mine alone, and no one could spoil it. Leaving the family manor was one of the best decisions I’d ever made. Of course, I couldn’t get into any of that, so I just shrugged nonchalantly. “Who would’ve guessed.”

“I’ll let you get settled in, we’ll talk again soon. Sam, play nice.” They glared at each other one last time before he exited.

“You two have a problem?” I ventured. Knowledge was power, so I needed to get the lay of the land quickly.

Laughter met my words. “Nah, Darius and I just have an endless pissing contest. He’s alright, but I am going to replace him as the boss’s favorite eventually.” No surprise it was some obnoxious game of hers. “Anyway, let’s get you settled in the office, I’m sure it’s not the posh corner you had a Daddy’s, but you weren’t expecting that anyway.” If the thought of returning to him defeated didn’t make my stomach heave, I would’ve knocked her out cold. Instead, I shot her a cold look and followed to my new office; small, windowless, and suspiciously right across from hers. A few seconds later we were joined by a short, pale woman with tight pinned brown hair and ice-blue eyes, about our age. “This is Alyssa, she’ll get you set up.”

Several hours, and an aching back later, my mind was completely overloaded with passwords, computer systems, and file paths. Stretching, I felt the siren call of the cozy little cafe I’d spied in the lobby. Turning to Alyssa, I could read in her expression she was in the same mind frame I was. She’d proven to be easy enough to get on with, that was one victory for the day. Our backgrounds intersected in a way, she’d come from a family business as well. However, she’d sold her share of the ownership of Ironspike Industries to Noxus on her way through the door. It had been a nice payday and guaranteed her a stable career no matter what. Most would consider it a cold-blooded move, but I could get the perspective that family wasn’t always sacred. Besides, she laughed easily enough and had a comeback for every bit of banter. “Hey…”

The door flew open with a sudden violence, Samira standing behind it. “You’ve been summoned Red.” A hefty binder dropped from her arms onto my desk with a resounding thud. “It’s been requested that you escort this up to the top floor for Mr. Swain. He wants to read through it before it’s presented to the board and he has a hard-on for physical copies.”

My heart lurched as I rose from my seat. I hadn’t expected it to come this soon, meeting the CEO I’d had the gall to snap at. “Well, wish me luck Alyssa.” My voice was deadpan flat and Samira gave me an odd look. Maybe the incident hadn’t become common knowledge as I’d feared.

The elevator ride was not nearly long enough as the gilded cage ascended the final few floors to the very top of the building. I stepped out, binder held in front of me like a shield, only to realize that Samira hadn’t given directions beyond the floor. An empty receptionist’s desk stood sentinel, the occupant clearly out to lunch. Beyond it was a foyer with branching hallways. Hesitantly, I stepped forward to glance down them. “End of the center hall.”

The deep voice from nowhere caused me to jump a little. Darius, of course his office was up here too. “Thanks,” I ordered my voice to remain cool and collected.

“Let me guess, Sam neglected that bit?” He chuckled slightly. “She really wants to assert herself with you.”

“It seems a certain level of ruthlessness is the Noxian way.” Some of the tension faded. Despite the fact that he was very nearly a literal giant, Darius was much less intimidating than you would think. In fact, there was almost a warmth to him.

He shrugged. “We buy and sell other companies. We have the whole of another person’s world in our hands. It helps to keep an edge about you. Although I imagine it’s not a problem with your background.”

It would seem that everywhere I went, the Du Couteau name would haunt me. If I wasn’t outright reviled for it, I was at the very least, notorious. Father had a reputation for ruthlessness, a reputation that had been handed down the generations with the firm starting with my great-grandfather. “You’re not wrong.” Even if I was shadowed by the name, the lessons I’d been taught in the cause of that reputation ensured I could be cut-throat when necessary. His words reassured me that even if the name itself couldn’t, the legacy of it could definitely serve me here. “Catch you around Darius.” I gave him a confident smile and a wave as he headed toward the elevator.

The walk down the hall was short with no other offices present and ended in an impressively large door made of dark stained wood. Before I could give it any more thought, I quickly knocked. “Enter.” The voice from the other side sent a shiver down my spine with the combination of confidence and callousness that I recognized from the interview. Again, I couldn’t hesitate, so I obeyed the order as quickly as possible. Afternoon sun streamed in from a wall of windows across from the door, throwing the massive desk to the right into shadow. Contrary to the sleek, artistic industrial look of the rest of the building, this office had the look of a cozy personal study. High-backed chairs surrounded a table to the left, bookshelves lined the walls. The L-shaped desk was made of warm cherry wood with brass embellishments and looked like a genuine antique. “Ah, Ms. Du Couteau, we meet at last.” Looking up from his computer screen as I approached, he fixed me with a piercing gaze that I would swear could read my thoughts.

My breath rushed from my lungs. That cultured and captivating voice I knew, but the physical reality of him I hadn’t been prepared for. Elegant cheekbones and a proud nose gave him a regal bearing, but his high arched eyebrows and deep-set, midnight eyes put it under a pall of severity. The long mane of silken looking, white hair that flowed down his back could’ve offset it, if not for the scowl he was currently giving me. Overall though, his attractiveness took me by surprise, the elegant silver-fox not the visage I’d been imagining since our call. That fact critically distracted me, leaving me frozen where I was at the edge of his desk far too long. “Well, I don’t have all day.” Inwardly I cringed, what the hell was wrong with me.He motioned to the binder that I still clutched with a hand that gleamed bronze in an errant ray of sunlight that had fallen over us.

“Right.” I passed the burden into that outstretched, lustrous hand.

He all but snatched it from me. “Yes, it’s prosthetic. You could ask instead of staring.”

My eyes went wide with horror, I hadn’t realized that I had been. “My apologies, Mr. Swain.” My father’s triumphant laugh as I begged to return rang in my ears.

Turning his chair from his monitor, he dropped the binder with violence on the desk and began to thumb through it. The pace was such that it gave the impression it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it. “Did you have the opportunity to read through this?” He asked without glancing back up at me.

“No, I hadn’t.” Mercifully, my voice remained steady.

Turning it toward me, he tapped a fingernail on a paragraph. “Tell me what is wrong with this?”

Leaning down, I skimmed through it quickly, my mind translating the legal jargon without effort. At first glance, it was a contract for our purchase of yet another company. What had he seen in it? What was I looking for? Ah, it wasn’t a sentence, it was the whole paragraph. “There’s no commitment for the transition from the current leadership. They can dump and run, leaving us without support.”

“Very astute.” Well, he didn’t lose the scowl but there was a subtle note of approval in his voice. It felt like I could inhale again finally, I might still be able to salvage this. “Take it back down to Samira and tell her it will not make it to the Board this week. I want Darius to answer how that was overlooked.”

Warily, I gathered back up the binder as he sat back in his chair, on guard as though he were somehow dangerous. “Will that be all?”

“For now.” His eyes were drawn back to his monitor, and I began to turn away, sensing dismissal. “Fine enough job for the first day, Ms. Du Couteau.” The small compliment halted me mid-pivot, a small touch of warmth blooming in my stomach and a smile tugging my lips with the unexpected approval. I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off. “Hmm, you know, this should be further reviewed. Samira already has a lot on her plate. Let her know that you’ll be taking the lead on this for the department. Darius will bring you up to speed.”

The world around me spun. Take that Father, I’m already getting the recognition I had to scrape and fight for every day with you, even when I’d accomplished something. “Will do, Mr. Swain.”

I strode from his office, feeling at the summit of the world, but a curious sensation of butterflies filled my stomach. As the door shut behind me, I let myself smile wide. I’d done it, sufficiently impressed him, the CEO with the ruthless reputation, the known hardass, the man with...with those captivating dark eyes. “Reign it in Kat.” Furiously I whispered to myself. “You’re engaged and you’ve seen attractive men before.” My mind betrayed me though, flooding me with the sensation of having those eyes focused on me as I walked.

Silently lecturing myself, I headed back to the elevator. The sudden vibration of my phone from my jacket pocket shook me from the cycle of my thoughts. Pulling it out, the notification seemed there just to judge me, Garen’s smiling face poised next to it. “Hey dear, how’s that first day going?”

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years

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Dark! Bucky x Reader

Requested by Anon:

“A non-con, reader is stripper & Bucky always visits her place & drools over from afar (reader is oblivious) One day she wears captain America themed lingerie & does her pole dance. Bucky gets jealous and loses his cool & after show goes after her to make her his.”

A/N: I like the way you think, Anon and I hope I did well.

MASTERLIST

Themes: non-con elements, smut, dark! Bucky, stripper! Reader, language

“Buck, come on man, where the hell are you? We were supposed to go through the mission plan one last time before we leave tomorrow. It’s almost midnight, where could you possibly be?” Sam’s voice questioned him through the phone.

Bucky sighed, knowing perfectly well that he needed to sort out his priorities, but right now; something else felt more paramount than his coming mission. It was you.

“I can’t make it, I’ll go through it on the Jet. I’m . . . busy, right now. See you later, Sam,” Bucky spoke rapidly, and ended the call as soon as Sam started protesting.

He wouldn’t leave, he couldn’t leave without seeing you.

Bucky was currently at the strip club where you performed almost every day. He once stumbled in here when he was in a drunken state, and ever since he saw you performing; being an absolute seductress in your skimpy, scandalous lacy black outfit that night – he became obsessed.

That night, even in his intoxicated state; you caught his attention with your long, silky hair and your body which would make anyone stutter.

Ever since then, he became a regular client at the strip club; politely turning down any of the gorgeous woman who, every night, offered to give him a private ‘show’. He didn’t want them, he wanted you.

Every night, he walked in the club, sat at the same table and waited for your performance. You were captivating, and watching you became a bad habit.

Soon, the lights dimmed further and the ambiance turned even more erotic. The main stage lit up with devilish red lights – announcing your arrival and a round of cheers erupted from the men in the club. It was no secret that you were able to seduce everyone in the room by just flashing them a sultry smile and giving them a borderline innocent look with your doe e/c eyes.

And you roped Bucky in all right.

Bucky anticipated your appearance and once you did, he sat up straight in his leather seat; his metal hand holding his glass while the other hand gripped the side of the seat as his pants immediately got tighter.

A round of cheer was heard again as you walked on the stage, a vibrant smile on your face; as if oblivious to how tempting you looked. The music was slow and sensuous; making every man, and some women fantasize solely about you.

Little did you know that you were driving a certain blue-eyed, metal armed super soldier crazy with lust just by being in front of him.

You twirled around the pole with ease, while Bucky took in your appearance; silky hair, seductive eyes, a red, sheer bralette paired with a blue/white flowy skirt, your signature fishnet tights and black heels. Through the sheer material of your top, Bucky noticed the red, white and blue stars which stuck to your nipples, concealing them from the hungry eyes of literally everyone in the room – including his.

You showed enough of your body to make anyone lose their mind and allow themselves be carried away under your spell. Your outfit pulled him enough to keep him guessing. Yet, he wanted more.

“As if she wasn’t hot enough, she had to wear a Captain America themed outfit. God, she’s killing me,” Bucky heard someone nearby comment on your appearance and the fires of jealousy burned bright in his gut.

Maintaining his silence, hiding his jealousy; he sipped quietly on his scotch as he watched you accept a fat stack of bills from someone near the stage. He watched how the man secured the bunch of bills in your bra and tried leaning in for a kiss. But you smirked and pulled back, not without giving him a proper view of your perfect cleavage. The man was enjoying himself, and Bucky was jealous of him too; because he could never be that close to you – ever.

Bucky had to remain in the dark shadows at the end of the room and watch you receive the attention of everybody.

He could not let anyone recognize him, because the news of the Winter Soldier/ Bucky Barnes visiting a strip club almost every night would spread like wild fire; this place would tear up his reputation, and he couldn’t risk it.

Bucky watched you in awe; how you owned the stage and how you walked around the crowd giving wealthy men lap dances and receiving hefty amounts of bills from each one. He watched how other men fought for your attention; even for just a brief brush of your fingers across their skin – everyone craved your touch.

But none did so quite like Bucky. He didn’t just want your touch, he wanted to own you. He wanted to make you his. If he could, he would tie you up in his bed and make sure you never leave as he took you countless times; until you begged him to stop.

He wanted to brand you, watch his cum drip from your lips – Bucky wanted to own you completely. And he wanted to be the only one to do that.

He knew that if he had you once, he would never be able to share you again. He wanted you just for himself.

Bucky was utterly obsessed with you; you were his secret. One he could never share with anyone else. The bare thought of you pressed against his body was enticing, the thought of having you in bed was addicting and he couldn’t get enough.

He thought of you often, when his hand wrapped around his thick cock at night. He thought about you as he pumped himself, and thought about how much better it would feel if it were you doing the same to him.

Something in Bucky flipped like a switch as he realized that your performance was over. In the darker, furthest corner of the club; Bucky’s eyes darkened with lust as you walked off the stage – hips swaying as if you hadn’t teased him enough already.

You were going away, he though, and his madness took over – surprising himself in the process.

If he were to leave tomorrow for the mission, which means that he wouldn’t see you for the coming weeks. How was he supposed to survive without seeing his girl? Without seeing her pretty face and her sinful body, he wasn’t sure he would be in peace.

So as the lights dimmed, and you walked off the stage, Bucky got to his feet as well. He discretely made his way backstage; pulling his hood over his head, covering his infamous metal arm with the sleeves of his jacket and tipping the security guard with such a huge amount of money that the guy couldn’t refuse him access to the backstage.

He didn’t know what he would say to you, all he knew was that he had to see you before leaving. As he walked past the waitresses and the other performers; they all gave him curious yet seductive looks, which he ignored because his hunger could only be subsided by you.

After a few minutes of roaming around, he halted right outside a door which had the name ‘Y/n’ written on it. He smirked as he saw it and didn’t even think twice before pushing the door open and entering inside the dimmed room.

His eyes widened in adoration as he saw your exposed figure sitting at your dresser, your skirt was off, and so was the tights – leaving you in your see-through bralette and your black thong. A sight he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

Your hair was pushed to one side and the silky length rested upon your delicate shoulder. Your head was hung low, and you seemed busy trying to take your jewelry off that you didn’t notice the arrival of the super soldier in your private room.

His heartbeat quickened as he took in your appearance, so delicate, warm and lady-like; worlds apart from the wild animal you were on stage just a few minutes ago. You seemed calm and collected.

But that was until you lifted your head up and saw the reflection of the intruder in your personal space through the mirror in front of you.

^^^

A gasp left your lips as you saw the figure of a man in your room. You immediately got on your feet and reached out for something to cover your body from the unfamiliar man.

“Don’t. I’ve seen it all before, doll. You don’t have to hide from me,” he spoke, and his deep voice sounded familiar yet you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“Um, sir, you can’t be in here. You ha-,”

“Why not? I just, wanted to see you that’s all,” he spoke as he lowered his hood; revealing a rather handsome face, oh and a metal arm.

Your eyes widened as realization finally hit you, yet you were unable to talk properly.

“You’re- you . . . are you the Winter Soldier? You’re Bucky Barnes, you-,”

He started walking towards you, with a pleasant smirk on his face.

He was an Avenger, you thought, why was he here? Why was a man so important, who worked alongside Captain America, in a place so tainted?

The super soldier walked towards you until he had you trapped against your dresser and his built body.

“You are beautiful, Y/n. So beautiful . . .,” he whispered as his hand reached up and caressed your face gently.

His eyes darkened with each passing second.

His touch was cold, and you realized that it was probably because it was made up of metal.

You had heard stories about the soldier, and how he had killed countless people in the past – and part of you was scared of him.

“You need to leave,” you whispered, your heartbeat increasing as his eyes stared deep into yours.

He smirked.

He didn’t reply, instead, he trailed his metal hand downwards across your skin. His fingers brushed against your jaw, your neck, and your breasts – where he lingered for a while, before his hand reached your heat.

His cold metal hand cupped your heat and an involuntary moan escaped your lips. He smirked again when he heard it.

“Something tells me you don’t want me to leave at all,” his gravelly voice spoke as his cold fingers moved gently against your core, applying just the right amount of pressure against your clit – yet it was enough to earn whimpers from you, which only fueled his lust.

The soldier pressed his torso to yours, and his hands remained on top of your core, which dampened more and more with each passing second.

“Sir, please. You have to go,” you voiced out, yet simultaneously, your body defied you and your hips intuitively bucked against his hand. And a dark chuckle left his lips.

His blue eyes stared down at you and you felt so small compared to him. The power he had, the dominance he showed; it all made you feel very vulnerable. And a fucked up part of you didn’t dislike that feeling.

His other hand came up and gripped your jaw tightly, making you whimper again.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for the past weeks, doll, you know that? And every night I’m here, I have to watch everyone else touch you. Every time I leave in defeat, pining and desperately wanting to claim you and make you mine. But now I have you, and I’ll make you mine,” he whispered against your lips, the grip he had on your jaw didn’t allow you to break eye contact with him.

You so desperately wanted him to leave, yet your body wasn’t listening to you anymore. Tears accumulated in your eyes as a vulgar moan escaped your lips, while his metal fingers pushed aside your underwear and slipped inside your entrance through your now wet folds. His cold fingers entered you without and warning and unlike your words, your walls welcomed them.

“Please . . .,” you whimpered. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders and his fingers lazily circled around your clit; earning more moans out of you.

You felt defeated, and allowed yourself to be used like a toy at the hands of the impressive super soldier.

As you felt the pressure starting to build, he lifted his hands off you and you whimpered again.

“Oh you’ll beg me alright, now get on your knees, doll,” he ordered and stepped back to allow you the space to kneel in front of him.

Reluctantly you did, all while maintaining eye contact with the soldier. You had to admit, this man was something else.

He rapidly unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs, allowing his excited member to show. You bit your lip at the sight of it; thick and long with ridges and veins – well crafted.

“Go on, doll. I need to feel your mouth around me,” he spoke, caressing your hair and pushing you slightly towards his cock.

Your core throbbed and your release was all you could really focus on, so you obliged.

You took his tip into your warm mouth and Bucky almost lost it; he groaned and grunted as you took him in slowly; inch by inch. The pleasure was almost painful, and your mouth felt divine around his cock.

His raw tasted filled your senses; along with his cologne. He smelt good, and tasted even better. But you were ashamed of admitting that you liked how dominant he was.

“Fuck! Doll, you’re s-so good,” his eyes rolled back as you took him into your mouth completely; the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Your fingers intuitively toyed with his balls and another series of cuss words left his mouth. Bucky relished your touch. He couldn’t believe you were on your knees before him, taking his cock so well and looking so pretty while you were at it.

Your mouth pumped him like he wanted you to, and soon, he roughly grabbed a handful of your hair and guided you down on him.

Your tongue occasionally twirled around his tip and though forced, a sick part of you didn’t dislike worshiping his cock like you did.

Soon, he came without any warning, forcing his seed down your throat as his tasted coated your taste buds.

He slowly pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed all that he gave you before standing back up.

Right as you did, he pressed his body into yours once again and connected his lips to yours hungrily, while he tore your top off your body. Tasting himself on your tongue awakened the animal inside and he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist; pushing the two of you against the nearest wall.

You gasped again as a look of fear flashed on your face.

Bucky pulled back and slowly peeled off the star shaped red, white and blue sticker off both your nipples.

“Use the dark red ones next time,” he whispered against your skin. It took you a couple of seconds to get the reference but once you did, your face flushed.

“Please, we can’t-,”

“Shh, you’re mine. And mine alone, I can do whatever I want, doll,” he cut you off with his deep voice and your back arched off the wall as his words sent shivers down your spine.

His lips found your neck and he left hickeys all over the skin; licking and biting your sweet spot and making you moan more and more each time he did.

“How I wish you’d give in to me willingly, doll. Wish you were my girl and no one else would be allowed to look at you, let alone touch you. You wouldn’t have to take money from these men because I would give you the world,” he whispered in your ear as he slowly pushed his cock into your wet entrance.

You tried hard to focus on his words as his thick cock stretched you to a point where it hurt a little bit.

You whimpered and squirmed in his embrace but he silenced you down by placing his mouth over yours. His metal hand supported you against him while his other hand massaged one of your breasts roughly.

He filled you up and without any warning, he started thrusting in and out of you, gradually increasing his speed as he went.

“Fuck . . . you feel better than I imagined, doll,” he moaned as he removed his cock completely out of you before slamming it back into your tight hole.

It took you some time to adjust to his size, but you soon were able to accommodate him comfortably. He moved rapidly, rocking in and out of you relentlessly as he whispered his dirty thoughts in your ear.

Goose bumps erupted everywhere on your skin at the sound of his voice, and due to the immense pleasure he brought you, a tear escaped your eye.

His mouth moved lower, down until he met your nipple and took the little bud in his warm mouth, grazing it slightly with his teeth and flicking his tongue over it furiously.

“Oh . . . fuck!” you moaned, throwing you head back as he increased his speed again, rocking into you like his life depended in it.

His hand left your breast and wrapped itself around your throat, earning another moan out of you as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure around it.

You could feel his ragged breaths in your ear as he moaned and grunted while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

Hearing him moan your name caused your walls to clench around his pulsating cock and he chuckled again.

“Love how your body reacts to me, doll,” he whispered against your skin as his thrust became more and more rough.

“Such a good girl, fuck you take my cock so well, baby,” he spoke in his haze, eyes rolling back as he felt the sweet pressure building up as well.

One of your hands wrapped around his wrists, keeping his hand at your neck; while the other held on to his shoulder for support.

His animalistic thrusts got more and more violent, and at some point, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh please, please . . .,” you begged involuntarily. Your body defied you in ways you never could imagine. It gave the super soldier permission to do whatever he wanted with you, and you endured the sweet pain and the assault obediently.

“Please what, doll?” he asked, following your pleas.

“I’m gonna cum, sir, please let me cum,” you pleaded, eyes closing as you inched closer to euphoria with each stroke of his cock against your walls.

He groaned at your request.

“Go on, baby. Come for me,” he spoke and watched how your angelic face frowned with pleasure that his body brought you.

You came undone around his thick, throbbing cock. As your walls clenched around him again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

So he came right after you, his muscles tightening against you as you felt his warmth spread inside you.

You moaned again as he slowly slipped out of you; allowing you to feel each vein on his thick cock one last time before he finally placed you back on your feet.

You were shaking still, so he settled on the nearest couch and pulled your weak frame into him. He sat you on his lap as he closed his eyes briefly and relished the feel of you in his arms.

He looked down at your exposed heat and noticed that his cum was still trickling down and flowing out of your folds.

He smiled in satisfaction.

“You’re mine, doll. Mine only,” he whispered in your and left no room for negotiation.

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minsyal · 5 years

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Mutual Feelings Pt. 12, [Revali x Reader]

Summary: Eh?

Medoh soared above the village, harboring two who shared many memories within. Memories that can be interpreted differently, some happy, some angry, and others downright confusing. The two of you sat together in the main terminal, peering out Medoh’s eyes as it flew automatically in pathed circles. He no longer stalked intimidatingly around you. Instead, he relaxed against the wall with an aged book capturing most , if not all, of his attention.

“You’re staring.” He peered over the top of the pages; the ink black words barely reflected in his eyes.

You coughed in response, quickly tearing your eyes from the Champion so as to not embarrass yourself further. Heat rose to your cheeks, burning the surface of your skin, causing a slight tinge of pink to flush through from ear to ear. You weren’t staring. You were merely observing for an extended period of time.

“What are you thinking?” He spoke like he already knew what was on your mind.

“Nothing.” He was so confusing. At times, in the past, you felt as if he couldn’t care less about you. His actions spoke quietly compared to his sharp tones and pointed accusations. You overlooked the times he looked out for you – the many times. But now he was trying.

“Nothing doesn’t look like that.” His brow rose along with his body as he crossed the room. The thoughts running through your mind must have somehow translated to expressions. Plucking the terminal cover off the ground, he moved it aside to make room for himself.

“I’m just… just confused.” You finally admitted. The words fled from your mouth, surprising you more than him. Expecting a heavy weight to lift from your chest, you were flabbergasted when it didn’t. Rather, it was replaced by an even heavier weight. It pulled at you, begging you to remain how things had always been. Stay closed off. It told you. He won’t understand.

“About?” He inquired, folding the corner of his book before snapping it shut. Discarding it along with the terminal cover, he lowered himself down to join you. “I’d hope it not be about Medoh…” He held his signature arrogant grin, not taken aback by the aggravated look he received in return. “I do suppose I can finally trust you with them. So, tell me. What has the scientist so confused?”

The puzzle pieces in your mind refused to stick together. Everything became so jumbled when he spoke. Your heart raced, but you couldn’t pinpoint whether it was from excitement or dread. “It’s nothing, Revali.” But it wasn’t really nothing. Right now, in this moment, it was close to everything.

“She’s going to be okay.” An arm was awkwardly laced around you. He gave a slight tug, prompting you to tense up. “If that’s what was on your mind.” It most certainly was not until he reminded you. You rarely just got caught up in a moment, but lately it was hard not to.

“I know she will.” You let out a breath, eyes not daring to even glance in his direction. “It’s not that.”

“Then, it is?” He tugged once more, finally getting his way as you loosened and landed against his side.

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“Hello?” A voice rang throughout Medoh, coming from the upper deck. “My god, it’s windy in here!” It exclaimed in a dancing sing-song tone.

“In here!” Your ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice. Moving away from Revali, you called back.

“I saw that the protection-thingy was down.” Seoi came waltzing into the room, the expression on her face making it clear her mood was above the clouds. “So, I figured I’d come check in on you two.”

“We’re fine.” You commented. Revali stood from his spot on the floor, brushing his hands down his front as he came to stand at your rear. He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back, not bothering to hide the gesture from Seoi. She noted it, giving the two of you a knowing look. “How’s Keumi?”

“She’s still sleeping, but she seems better. Junil is watching her while I’m here.”

“And, if you don’t mind my asking, what are you here for?” Revali pushed against your back, eliciting a small tuff of annoyance from you.

“The sun is thinking about setting soon. I know the two of you haven’t eaten all day. Revali,” Seoi tore her eyes from the wing on your back, “why don’t you go get [Name] something to eat?”

Revali stood a bit straighter at the suggestion. His hand coasted upward to your shoulder where it landed and gave a squeeze. “A fine suggestion. I’ll be back.” With a few swift steps, he had crossed the room to one of the many exits. “Don’t make a mess of the place while I’m gone.”

Seoi waited a moment after Revali left before returning her attention to you. “You two?” She walked past toward the terminal.

“Us two?” You repeated, slower. “What about us?”

“Oh, come on. I told you he had a thing for you back when he panicked through the night after you were injured! So, the two of you finally got together, huh? What made that happen?” She shimmied her shoulders.

“We aren’t together.”

“Yet.”

“Ever.” Your shoulders slumped as the ghostly feeling of Revali’s touch dissipated. “We’re just friends.”

“Friends that hang out for extended periods of time, alone, that get all touchy with one another and stuff?” She snickered. “Okay, let’s think this through.” Seoi took your hands in hers as she swung them up and down. “He took care of you when you were hurt, he’s allowing Junil and a few others to use the Flight Range now, he’s taken quite the liking to Keumi who has been sticking to him like she does you, and he seems to be attached at your side a lot lately.”

“Yeah.” You said apprehensively, arms turning to jelly as Seoi continued to swing them. “He’s nice to Keumi?”

“I would slap you right now if I could do it without feeling bad.” She stopped, gripping your hands tightly. “He’s the sweetest to Keumi. It’s been in the last few weeks. He’s taken her to the spring, he’s given her a tour up here, he’s even defended her when a few of the other kids were picking on her.”

Maybe Revali had changed. “Did something happen between the two of you recently? Other than the tension?”

You thought back on what happened between the two of you Gerudo. He spent the majority of that day at your side, taking the time to care for you when he didn’t have to. In addition to that, he saved you. He was the reason you were able to gather the most important ingredient in saving someone that mattered to you. Maybe something had happened, but whether or not you were willing to admit it was another question.

“No.” You weren’t.

“Nothing?” Another voice came along with the clacking of feet. “I suppose you could consider it that, but I’d disagree.”

Seoi cocked her head to the side and gave you an expressive look. “I’ll take my leave at that. Junil is probably getting lonely.” She leaned forward and pressed her cheek to yours, also pulling you in for a strong hug. “Don’t let the important things go. Take a chance… even though I already know it isn’t a chance.”

“Bye Seoi.” You said, extending her at arm’s length.

Atop Medoh was a peaceful sight. The soft grassy region created a perfect place to rest among the winds that blew over the Beast. A woven basket sat between the two of you containing a quaint dinner of seared salmon with a sesame glaze on a bed of bitter greens. He claimed to have made it himself and watched you expectantly waiting for a response.

“It’s wonderful.” You smiled, taking the white cloth napkin and blotting it against your lips. That was all he needed, taking solace in your answer as he began picking at the other side of the dish. You ate in silence, the ambiance of the growing night filling the gaps. The sun crept over the horizon as the moon took its place. Crickets chirps bounced through the air, barely audible over the gushing wind through Medoh’s wings.

“May I ask you something?” He was now laid on his back, leg kicked over the other, and hands were tucked beneath his head. Your hands were folded on your stomach, fingers interlaced. A wave of tranquility rushed over you as you closed your eyes, taking in the moment. It was too nice, surely something bad would happen soon. Moments like this never lasted long.

“You’re going to ask anyway.” Your reply pulled a huff of air from him.

“Of course, I am.” The grass rustled as he rolled to his side. “Why did you take so much to Keumi?”

“She’s a sweet kid in a bad circumstance.”

“That it?”

“I suppose it could be jealousy as well.”

“Jealousy.” He repeated slowly, letting your admission set in further. “How so?”

You opened your eyes. Turning on your side, you faced Revali. “She’s got a good mom, the possibility of a nice stepdad too. The community is quite loving here. It’s all just so different from how I was brought up.”

“As a worker to the throne?”

“The job I have isn’t an easy one to get and an even harder one to do well. It requires long nights, early mornings, and gives me little to no time to just live.”

He hummed, giving a wordless agreement to your statement. The life of a Champion was far different in the many duties and requirements it took to fill the roll, but he could relate to the extensive hours and nonstop work.

“Aren’t you living now?”

“I’ve got a lot of work left if you guys even want a chance of defeating the Calamity.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes leaving behind blurry stars that melted into the ones positioned in the clear sky. “And Keumi, she’s still a handful.”

You lay there for hours with Revali, tossing and turning every now and again before falling back into long conversations, conversations you hadn’t really had with anyone. He explored the closed-gated realm of your mind, probing at what slows you down and what makes you tick. You weren’t the only one opening up, he too disclosed much of his life he had kept hidden. You had a lot in common. More, in fact, than you had thought.

With the sun finally bidding Hyrule adieu, the moon rose to project a blue hue that shadowed your figures upon Medoh. The Beast creaked and groaned as it continue flying its set path, every now and again letting out a protective roar. Revali was on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling leisurely as the day came to a close. You too were tired, having mimicked his position nearby. A subtle warmth radiated from him, calming the goosebumps that threatened to prickle your skin.

“Should we head back for the night?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes, instead keeping them closed as he projected his proposition into the twilight.

The ride back had been nothing like the first. He flew at a steady pace with no fast pick-ups and a severe lack of nose-dives. His feathers ruffled where you rested your head, a shiver crawled up his spine as you nuzzled closer to guard yourself from the frosty breeze. Maybe there was truly something there.

Rito Village had shut down by this point in the night. The majority of families were nestled together in their homes, radiating soft snores from each swaying hammock. Seoi’s home was the outlier. Her lanterns were still lit, the candles inside flickering as the wax melted down to the bottom leaving a thin liquid inside. The room was occupied by the three you had expected to see: Seoi, Keumi, and Junil. Keumi looked to be resting, her small body being blocked by the other two who hung at her bedside.

Revali assisted you, taking your hand as you jumped from his back to the landing. Descending the steps, you felt the thrill of the day rushing back in like waters from a broken dam. So much had happened in such a short period of time and it wasn’t over.

Seoi rose to her feet upon taking notice of yours and Revali’s entrances. She wasn’t composed like she typically would be. Her shoulders had slumped considerably, her hand was held firmly at her heart where she gripped tightly to something hidden beneath her feathers. Her eyes weren’t soft or loving, they were filled with something you hadn’t ever experienced with Seoi before – hatred.

Her heels clacked against the wooden floor as she stomped her way in front of you, blocking you from entering. Junil remained at Keumi’s side, not bothering to stop Seoi who was shooting daggers at you. Her scream could have woken everyone in the Village, but she didn’t care. What did it matter? She was furious.

“It’s your fault.” She pushed at your chest, knocking you back into Revali who held tightly to your arms. He attempted to push himself between the two of you, but to no avail. Seoi was a mother fueled by the love for her child, and nothing was going to stop her.

“What happened?” You tried to remain calm, straining your hands and arms struggling to work out the growing tension. Your neck stiffened as if a rod had been cast into it, rendering you unable to turn it from side to side.

“Oh,” she spat, “you know what happened.”

“Seoi.”

“No!” She screamed, voice cracking as she let out a deep sigh. Tears brimmed her eyes; the stains of the last wave had matted her feathers. “It didn’t work! Your stupid idea didn’t work and now,” she choked back a sob, “It’s all your fault.”

Reduced to a state of shock, you felt frozen in time. Everything seemed to slow as you peered around her spotting Keumi who looked deathly ill. Her jaw hung slack as her head lulled to the side. She wasn’t moving one bit. You waited for what seemed like years, watching her small chest intently praying to Hylia it would rise as she inhaled, but it didn’t.

“Here, let me just see if,” you tried to step around Seoi who immediately had her hand pressed to your collarbone. Her look commanded that you stay back, but you had to see if you could at least help. “Seoi, please, just let me.”

She became irate, pushing you back to fall to the ground before Revali could react. You watched as her mouth moved, your ears rang from the raid of screams penetrated your eardrums, but you couldn’t hear a word she said. You only felt the pain of it all.

“Get out!” The necklace she harbored in her hand lashed against your skin, thrown with might. Your hand searched quickly for it, grazing up and down where you had thought it hit, eventually finding it. It was Keumi’s, the one you had given her, the one you promised would keep you by her side. “I never want to see you again. Never come back.” She spat. The venom of her words worked speedily, infecting your body, making every task seem like hell.

“I said, get out!”

You didn’t know what to do, so you ran. You ran past Revali who called out after you. You ran from Seoi who had put her trust in you to keep her daughter safe. You ran from Junil who had just begun learning the love a father could feel for his child. You ran from Keumi who had grounded you and given you a loving home when you hadn’t one for yourself. You ran as fast and as far as your legs would take you and you had no intention of stopping.

Revali pleaded, running until he could no longer keep up. He flew from above, keeping an eye trained on you as you exited the Village, ran past the stable, and out toward the wild. Kolami Bridge was where he finally found you, crumbled to the ground with your head in your hands.

The pounding quickly set in, a horrendous headache taking its place. Your ears ached from the screaming, your eyes burnt from the tears, and the chain laced through your fingers felt like it was going to burn off your skin any second. Unsure of what to say, he sat down at your side, wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, and promised that everything was going to be okay. It had to, eventually. Right?

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gally-hin-phantom · 4 years

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Tutorial/Step-by-step/Tips

I’m not a pro nor my art is perfect But if you are interested or just curious by my coloring process and way to think

Step-By-Step and several tips bellow with my last “Maddie & Danny motherly love” drawing :)

(warning: bad English because i’m not a native) (warning 2: i’m an art nerd so when I begin don’t know when to shut my big mouth, so very very long post and quite messy)

xxx

I use Procreate, but this could work with most software like Photoshop/Paint tool Sai/Clip Studio maybe Krita too Some tips could also be use in traditional arts

Basic knowledge needed: color theory (warm|cold, saturated|desaturated), one digital software Step 1: Sketch Tips: Don’t be shy to try different compositions first and choose the best idea, at first I wanted to draw Danny viewed from above and Maddie looking at the sky hiding the gory parts but it’s didn’t work well, sometimes simplicity is more efficient Tips: Maddie is here right in the middle, looking at the spectator, this composition in general is bad/uninteresting because the dynamic is weak, and the feeling it’s strange and unsetting But it’s very efficient in horror and spooky stuffs where this feeling is wanted (like in the famous “Shinning” ‘s scene with the twins sisters), it’s uncanny I could have draw Maddie very straight and symmetrical to really insist on this unsetting feeling (something way too perfect to be true), but I wanted her to be sultry (like in the song), not looking "death inside" The square format help to insist on this strange feeling too

Tips: Composition is all about contrast, here Maddie is standing up and is build with curvy line of actions, in contrary of Danny who is lying down, and their bodies joined in a cross shape I planned to draw her very cleaned and mocking while a gory scene is behind, I abandoned the « guts out » idea because it was too just distracting, we should see Maddie first and not what on the table Tips: A quick way to check big anatomy problems is to flip your canvas with horizontal/mirror flip, on traditional medium you could flip your paper on a sunny window or a lightbox

Step 2: Lineart Tips: I planned to do a very dark ambiance with little lights, so with my lineart I added heavy/dark shadow on Maddie’s hair, clothes, and the table I don’t recommend it for light or pastel scene

Tips: Often in art, people talk about line weight, but something effective I find is to use thicker (green) line where the shadow will be, and thinner (red) where the light will be

Tips: Avoid joints and interference We tend to do that naturally, but better be conscious of it If your lines are crossing more that 2 times (here on Maddie’s sleeves) or barely touching (Danny’s shoes) the line could be odd and heavy, try to do this as little as possible

Step 3: Base colors Tips: I already have a Maddie’s palette, but here I really want to give this drawing a cold feeling, so I desaturated her hair and her skin which were warm colors, for her jumpsuit and eyes to really pop out Danny is hidden in the back and is a “furniture” so his colors are very dark, almost blending with the table

Tips: The lineart is painted in dark blue and parts hidden by the black part of her jumpsuit are painted in turquoise

Step 4: Shadows Tips: I use a new layer for the shadows often on multiply but not always (play with your layers modes to find your wanted effect), please try to not use black because nothing in real life is pure black Here I used a dark green shadow, for a cold feeling, if your drawing is warmer use a warmer tone like red or orange You could add a secondary more saturated shadows inside the main shadow, but hey I'm lazy Dark red shadow

Dark green shadow

Light pink shadow (pastel vibes...)

Step 5: Light Tips: Similar to the shadow try to not use pure white and play with the modes, here I use a cold turquoise light A warm light like yellow/orange/red will give a total different feeling My tips for really making light pop is select shadow layer>invert>fill with light color>mask or clipping mask to set it on the subject>change the layer mode Red light

Turquoise Light

Pink Light

Step 6: Additional contrast Tips: The most important in a drawing are eyes/faces/hands/gestures/light People are naturally attracted to eyes and face, and light It’s one of the reason why I didn’t draw Danny’s eyes (even closed) Gesture and hands give life to a drawing, hands are like a second face so don’t neglect its Tips: I just add a dark layer between Maddie and Danny to make her pop even more, the viewer should see her eyes first and Danny after, like a bad surprise

Step 7: Additional effects Tips: I just play here with layers modes, hue, and general shadows until I have what I wanted Tips: It’s always interesting to give your drawing some texture, a paper-like texture is very common To give is a shaking effect I use here a noise layer (black layer>noise max>overlay mode>blur if necessary

Step ?: Composition - Silhouette Tips: To create strong characters in character design with unique body shape and body languages, professionals fill all the characters in black If a composition is strong, being all black should be enough to understand who this character is, and the story you want to tell Illustrations don’t go as far as characters design art where we really try to make one single character to shine, but this could be useful to check if every elements/characters is interesting enough

Step ?: Lights - Black and white desaturation Tips: Colors are a combination hue, saturation and light To check the lights, I use a black layer set on hue mode on top of my drawing to desaturated it all, and hide/open this layer regularly This way I could check if the lights are right, if not I adjust the layers (colors, shadows or lights layers) The lights are good when the drawing is self explanatory in B&W, when the parts aren’t blending together in weird way, and when the drawing converts the same feelings as it’s were in colors Bad, her face and Hair are blending together, and her jumpsuit and her belt too

Better

Step ?: Let it’s matured Tips: I always let my drawing several days before posting it on socials medias This way if I’m too tired after finish it, the days after with cleaned eyes I could spot errors easier and corrected its before it’s too late Furthermore you always make progress unconsciously each day by simply living and observing For example I let this drawing 3 days before posting it, but maybe I should have wait 1 week...

Final words: As I said, I’m not a pro, it’s just some useful tips I learned in my art journey and from experience, none of this is « rules » and I don’t use all of these each times (sometimes I forget some tips, sometimes I’m just lazy and don’t want to put too much though on it)

Try, experiment, breaks rules, and be curious Sorry for the big post, like I said I’m an art nerd and I never know when to shut my mouth Hope it could help and have fun \( ^ ▽ ^ )/

Bonus: Step-by-Step gif

#tutorial #stepbystep #gally draws

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webcricket · 4 years

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Great Expectations

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 1297

Summary: A five part fluffy 1st date drabble series. Castiel’s nerves nearly get the better of him when he realizes you didn’t realize that when he asked if you wanted to grab dinner, he was actually asking if you would like to go on a date.

Previous Parts: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt. 3

Part 4: A Stairway to Heaven

“Open your eyes.”

Eager as you are to see the surprise Cas has in store for you on the bunker’s roof, your breath stutters when he lifts the warmth of his fingers away from where they loosely sheathed your sight. Replacing the dark shielding heat of his hands is a glow of gold against the thin skin shuttering your lashes – a gilded glow very much like that of a sun you know set hours ago.

Eyes flying wide as directed to seek out the source of that strange luminance, strings of tiny twinkling white bulbs crisscrossing the rooftop greet your awestruck vision. In the center, where the lines of light meet, a blanket spreads below; a picnic basket sits strewn to one side.

Suddenly feeling breathless and short on oxygen although you’ve been standing still, you sway backward at the onslaught of sweetness and into the sturdy pillar of the seraph’s frame.

He catches you; a gentle grip encircles your upper arms, easing your spine into the solid cushion of his chest to steady your balance.

“Cas, when-” you whisper, volume weighted in wonderment- “when did you have time to do all this?”

When he speaks, relieved the extent of his worried measures to make tonight special are enough to delight despite the misunderstandings of intent overcome to get here, whatever awkwardness he endured forgotten, the small smile of his satisfaction at your awestruck reaction hovers along the shell of your ear. “Nevermind that-” his rasping voice radiates outward from the spot, exciting pins and needles of pleasure in every nerve- “do you like it?”

You twist in his grasp, throw your arms around his nape, and murmur happily into the hollow of his neck, “I love it!”

Skimming and pressing his palms to return the fondness-fueled embrace, burying his scruffy chin at your shoulder, his blues close; the essence of his being endeavors to imprint the magic of this moment forever into a mind accustomed to only to the seeming certainties of doubt and disappointment.

The molten mingling of heat between your bodies, the way you melt into him as though puzzle pieces perfectly fashioned to fit one another, the subtle scent of lavender and something comelier than anything else in creation clinging to your hair, and the musical mayhem of the pulse reverberating through your ribs, is more succor than he imagined a fallen seraph might find in this world, let alone believe he deserved.

Yet, here you are, flesh and blood and vitality and - he dare not aspire too ardently because you haven’t embarked beyond a hug, heated as it feels to him, at the threshold of a romantic rooftop rendezvous- finally his.

He dare not dream, however, hope nonetheless flusters his senses.

Neither of you hastens to separate, the silent shrouding seconds stretch on in pure contentment.

The grumbling intrusion of your stomach, your stupid hunger-pitted stomach, the very same stomach ticklishly alive in a seraphim-induced swarm of butterflies in frenzied flight, breaks the enchantment.

“Sorry.” Leaning away from the angel, embarrassment deepens the pink flush of your face.

“Don’t be.” Seizing full advantage of the new vantage point of nearness, he brings a hand up to cradle the column of your throat and runs the rough pad of his thumb along the angle of your jaw as he memorizes every freckle and minute furrow upon your face, the glinting of the gaze fixed fondly on him as if he mattered more than anything in existence, and the trembling of lip where he concludes the caress and his careful study.

Self-conscious at the desire occurring to him then to steal a kiss from those petals pliantly parting under the intensity of his stare to hint at their willingness to seal with his own, his focus flicks upward to your eyes.

A soft sigh exhales through your nose - a subtle escape of regret that he did not yield to his obvious yearning, and remorse also that you failed to act on it when he didn’t and Chuck only knows if it took him this long to ask you on a date, how long it will be before you get a taste of actual Heaven. The boisterous growled demands of your famished belly again foul the romantic ambiance; you can’t help but cast him a glance coiled in unspoken anxiety of apology.

“That’s starting to sound pretty serious, perhaps we should eat.” Blues chuckling in creased amusement at your corporally insistent hunger, tender touch gliding to the divot dipped apex just above where your low back blooms into the roundness of a denim-supported bottom, he urges you, warmly brushing the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and waist, to spin and shuffle off to the waiting blanket.

Moving the picnic basket into reach as you both sit, it’s he who wants to apologize for the humble pair of parchment and ribbon wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tucked therein; two, stuffed with potato chips – a Winchester family secret passed down from his dad Dean taught him to add crunchy texture and salt to cut the soggy amalgamation of sticky bread - to avert the awkwardness of asking you to eat alone.

“You made these?” you ask, watching glittery-eyed as he unpacks the picnic contents.

“Yes-” he admits, passing you one on a plate- “but they’re just PB&J.”

Just PB&J; for all the defeat damping his tone, he may as well have told you they were just his heart on his sleeve waiting to be trounced. “Thank you.” You pluck at the neatly tied bow on top to free what to you, because it was made especially for you by his hands and the best he has to offer when it comes to cooking, is an absolute feast.

“They’re perfect.” You lay a palm to his knee and squeeze until he trains his attention from popping the cork on the bottle of bubbly he hopes makes up for, or at least numbs your notice, of his lack of culinary acumen, to your glossy gaze. “Everything is perfect, Cas.”

That reassurance relaxes the tenseness casting shadows onto his confidence and his countenance enough to soothe a smile back into the camber of his mouth. “I’m glad. Very glad you said ‘Yes’ even though I wasn’t clear about this being a date.”

“Nevermind that-” you tease, echoing his earlier words- “I was always going to say ‘Yes.’”

His smile broadens; distracted by you and the joy expanding outward from the center of his being with every beat of his vessel’s heart in your presence, and never having poured champagne to gain an understanding of the rapid expansion of its effervescence, he overfills both flutes.

Giggling, you eagerly accept the brimming glass and clink it against the one held in his alcohol-wetted fingertips. “To us,” you toast.

“To us,” he repeats; a heaviness of emotion deepens his voice almost to a whisper. His eyes follow as you bring the champagne to your beaming lips to sip.

It’s not the first time - nor will it be the last time tonight, as you nestle nearer and nearer beneath the lights and stars in the cooling midnight air chatting about nothing and everything and sometimes saying naught at all and simply enjoying the sensation of being together - that the sea blue swirl of his longing gaze kisses the sweet pout of your lips, wondering at the signs – sentiments quietly spoken and movements molded by emotion - of love and acceptance surrendering themselves there to him.

And yet, perhaps his history of failures proving paralytic in affront to the proofs of your affection, Dean’s magnanimously donated mouthwash moreover not providing the minty liquid courage he needed, he hesitates to close the distance to claim a heart already his.

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lostcybertronian · 5 years

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Egotober- Day 7

Prompt: Barrier

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“Tonight we must break the barrier,” the Host’s voice carried around the room, though the man himself was quiet. He gestured to the Ouija board set on the floor in front of him. “So we will communicate with those who are beyond.”

He was met with silence. No one sitting on the circle dared speak. Even the Twins were quiet. The red light on Cameraman Jim’s massive camera blinked, blinked, blinked.

“The Host commands you to place your hands on the planchette.” He reached forward, touched one finger to the planchette sitting at the center of the board.

One by one, the others did the same: first Dr. Iplier, then Bing, Yan, Silver Shepherd, and King of the Squirrels. Both Jims rushed to touch the planchette, both eager to spy what they called “ghosty goos.”

All around them sat fat candles, dripping wax onto the floor, flickering flames that staved away the artificial darkness they’d made for a better spook. Rain hammered the windows outside, perfecting the ambiance.

“The Host and his companions humbly ask any spirits who may be lingering nearby,” the Host said, tilting his head back, voice rising and rising until he was shouting, “if they would speak to us. Please, reveal to us your presence.”

As soon as the last words left his lips, the candles blew out. The temperature of the room dropped ten degrees, and a breeze rustled the curtains. Gasps sprung up around the circle, but the Host merely continued, “speak to us, spirits.”

“It’s moving!” It was unclear who spoke; all attention was turned to the planchette, which twitched beneath their fingers, jerking from letter to letter, spelling out unintelligible nonsense.

“Shush!” The Host exclaimed, as the planchette continued to move. “Please, show yourself. Tell your name.”

But the planchette did not do that; it slid from letter to letter, not spelling a name but the word W-A-N-T.

“You want something?” The Host asked, speaking over Yan’s excited squealing and Dr. Iplier’s muttered, “oh my god.” “Tell us what you want.”

Letter to letter. Rain struck the windows, the roof, sounding like bullets from a gun.

Y. O. U.

Suddenly the Host’s entire body seemed to spasm. His shoulders shook and blood gushed from underneath his bandages, spattering down his front. Then, he collapsed backward, sprawling to the floor.

“Holy shit!” Bing scrambled to his feet, while at the same time Field Reporter Jim crawled forward. “Demons, Jim! Demons!”

“Host!” Dr. Iplier bent over him, frantically checking his pulse, a moment later recoiling with a horrified expression on his face. “He’s not breathing!”

“He’s dead!” Yan shrieked, clutching at King, who wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, as if he were just as terrified. Silver Shepherd only sat there, frozen.

But then, the Host laughed. A slow chuckle at first, that crescendoed to hysterical laughter that shook the walls.

All eyes darted to him as he sat up, grinning a grin full of bloody teeth. “Boo!” He screamed.

The others scattered, frightened shrieks of “Demons, Jim! Run!” filling the air as they fled for their lives.

When they were all gone, they both burst into laughter, and the Host slumped back to the floor, his chest heaving as he fought to breathe.

“Oh my god.” Dr. Iplier wiped the tears from his eyes. “We got them so good.” He twisted to look over his shoulder. “You can come out now, Blue.”

The android emerged from the shadows, his lips pulled into a satisfied smile. In his hands he held a tablet, which he’d been using to control the air conditioner and the electric candles. “It went better than my calculations predicted,” he said. “We did, indeed, ‘get them good.’”

“That’s what they get,” the Host gasped, finally managing to sit up. He wiped some of the blood from his face with his sleeve. “Let’s do that again, sometime.”

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dreadhaus-literature · 4 years

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“Evidence.”

“Guys...don’t panic but...I think we’re in Silent Hill.”

All heads in the party swiveled toward Michael “Booster Gold” Carter, who was looking around the horrifying landscape with his mouth agape. Beside him, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson had a matching expression, visible under his mask, but the duo that made up “DeadGold” or “Boosterpool” or “DeadBooster” or “PoolGold” (arguably the dumbest out of all the name combinations based on a Haus poll that nearly broke the network in everyone’s rush to condemn it) were the only two who didn’t seem to know this was the intended place to be.

Tony “Iron Man” Stark was looking between the two besties with his trademark “you’re an idiot” face, his square jaw tightening for a moment or two before he spoke.

“Yeah, what was your first piece of evidence to that, Booster, was it the giant fucking sign to our right?” Tony didn’t miss a beat. “And why the hell are you two here, again?”

“Because, Daddy-in-law, Mommi’s here!” Wade threw his gloved hands up with a squeal of unbridled excitement.

Tony’s lip all but curled. “I’ve told you about calling me that--”

“Can you be my Daddy-in-law, too?” Michael cut in. “I’ll marry one of your other sons if you want to make it like, really official. Or would marrying Wade be enough--”

“Mikey~” Wade all but purred. “If you want to propose to me you’ve got to do it on both knees, holding one of my hands and one of Mommi’s hands--”

“Touch her and I’m sending you two to the Otherworld.” Carol “Captain Marvel” Danvers was another member of this particular party, and she was giving Michael and Wade a look that said she meant what she said, but she shot Monica a grin and a wink when the smaller woman looked up at her.

“So this isn’t the Otherworld?” Michael looked around, unfamiliar with this particular place. Wade, on the other hand, was not. He’s irritated Alessa enough to be sent here before.

“Nopey nope, this is the Smog World.”

...But apparently that still wasn’t enough for him to actually learn something.

“Fog World,” Monica corrected gently, unable to help looking away when Wade turned the full brunt of his suffocating attention on her.

“Oh Mommi you’re so smart!” Wade threw his heavily muscled arms around her petite shoulders, nuzzling his masked cheek against hers.

“What did I tell you about touching her?” Carol cut in, half-joking, but it was Tony who pinched Wade’s masked ear between two of his fingers and hauled him off Monica.

“Move it, buddy, I need to get started with the reason we’re all here.” Tony didn’t add it was because he was selfish and every time someone touched Monica who wasn’t him (or best buddy Al or Batsy Bruce) he got prickly.

“Why are we here?” Monica asked. “I was joking when I told Dottie I’d want to tackle Silent Hill if I got a kiddie version of it. I don’t really need to tame Silent Hill. I’d be okay if I didn’t.”

Tony’s smile reached his eyes listening to Monica speak and he couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her forehead as he attached something similar to his glowing arc reactor to the front of her shirt with careful, loving fingers. A Daddy’s mindful touch.

“I wanted to test the newest prototype for your Safety Suit,” Tony explained. “Carebear needs to be here because she keeps teasing me about how your suit isn’t very safe--”

“Ohmygod you call her Carebear?!” Michael looked between Tony and Carol with a boyish grin, blond hair bouncing. Wade had his gloved hands clasped to his cheek.

Carol slowly slid her gaze to Tony, who wasn’t looking at her but rather using nimble, calloused fingers to gingerly adjust the reactor on Monica’s chest. The fog was so dense around them it swirled between his fingers and despite the group standing so close together, occasionally visibility between them dipped and cast each other in ominous shadow. The Family was safe and together but the ambiance of Silent Hill couldn’t be ignored and Monica gave in to a little chill that was partly due to the ice of the fog (who knew fog could be so cold?) and partly because...they were in Silent Hill.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but...what does S.A.F.E.T.Y. stand for?” Carol slipped her leather jacket off after noticing Monica shiver, slipping it around her little’s petite shoulders. “Here you go, baby,” she murmured quietly, rubbing her hands up and down Monica’s arms to help bring some warmth back to her sun-kissed skin.

“T-Thank you, Carol.”

“Mommy,” Carol winked back, before Tony answered the first question--partly in an attempt to stop Carol flirting with Monica.

“Safely Affording Felina Effective Tranquility Yearly.”

Carol blinked, several times. “...What?”

“Okay, Spaceface, you come up with a better acronym for SAFETY.” Tony straightened up, giving absolutely zero time for Carol to do that--mostly because no one upstages Tony Stark, especially in front of his little girl. “I didn’t know a Safety Suit needed an acronym when what it does is in the title.”

“Well I mean it makes sense to me,” Michael cut in, scratching his head. “With the acronym you know it’s Felina’s safety suit. Like it’s supposed to keep her safe, not anyone else.”

Tony gestured with one hand toward Michael, but Carol was not impressed.

“You’re taking a Win from Wade’s best friend?”

Tony shrugged one broad shoulder. “I’ve taken one from Barton so what’s the difference?”

Carol laughed. “Fine, you got me there. So this suit is actually going to work?”

“T-The suits always work!!” Monica couldn’t help interject, giving her little arms a flap inside Carol’s jacket. “I’m just a wuss!”

“You’re not a wuss, angel.” Tony shook his dark head, giving her a charming smile. “But this way, Daddy gets to be the one to keep you safe. And to answer your ill-phrased question, Bestie, this suit works like a charm. She’ll be able to see and interact with the monsters she encounters but they won’t be able to see her to fuck with her.”

“Yeah, that was a huge problem with the last one.” Carol couldn’t help but jab at her best friend once more, who looked none too pleased about that.

“I’m going to ignore you’re making it sound like it’s my fault monsters act like monsters and just move on to the demonstration of Monica’s amazing new suit.” Tony reached out and tapped two fingers on the reactor secured to Monica’s chest and instantly, the same nanites that make up Tony’s trademark armor were sliding over Monica’s body like a warm hug, almost as if she had warm honey pouring over her. The helmet was the final touch and before the alloy faceplate slid over her, Tony leaned down and stole a kiss.

In a matter of seconds Monica was encased in her own Iron Armor (not the first she’s ever owned, Tony works on improvements to her Iron Armor all the time) but this particular prototype was exclusively for any horror realities and simulations Monica may find herself in, such as exploring the world of her Soma game. It resembled Tony’s armor in design (selfishly, possessively, he wanted anyone who saw her in it to know he’d made it for her) but fit her perfectly and was decorated in the most beautiful sea-sapphire blue. The reactor in her chest was shaped like the infinity symbol (what he knew to be her favorite) and within the helmet Monica was connected to JARVIS as well as her own GHOST AI, working in tandem to help keep her from being overloaded with information at any given moment.

“How’s it feel, honey?” Carol came around the front and as Monica turned to look at her, the interface put a little square around her face and began listing Carol’s name, stats, and threat level--which of course was at zero, since Carol would never hurt Monica.

“It feels good! Really cool--Daddy can I fly?!” Monica turned to Tony, who couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

“Of course. You’ve got my repulsor tech just like in your Armor.”

Michael and Wade, meanwhile, were ooo’ing and aww’ing as they walked in circles around Monica, all but fanboying at seeing their favorite girl looking like the badass super-villain she was, clad head to toe in armor that would protect her from any and all threats.

“So that’s why we’re here. We need to test the new tech against some monsters and where better than Silent Hill?” Tony looked up, though he wasn’t exactly sure how this worked. “Uh, Alessa? We’re ready, go ahead and start.”

It seemed the little girl was listening because as soon as Tony finished speaking, the air raid siren started up, screaming it’s fury as the fog rushed from around them as if a giant had taken a single, deep breath. The eerie light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere dissipated and was replaced by the darkest night any of them had seen, as if the giant had then swallowed them whole. The siren shrieked it’s outrage one final time before dying in the darkness and leaving stark silence in it’s wake...

...but that didn’t last long.

The sound of heavy flesh being dragged along asphalt reached the group’s ears and even inside her armor, the sound was a little unsettling to Monica’s ears. Out of the darkness directly in front of them came something that...resembled roadkill. It was mangled, bloody and oozing, and it’s limbs were at horrid angles as it dragged itself relentlessly forward--but it’s slow pace quickened as it “saw” them. Monica had no idea how, it didn’t seem to have a head, only limbs and a mangled body mass that would likely crush any of them if it connected with them. And it seemed to be barreling toward them like a runaway semi, further adhering itself to it’s “roadkill” imagery.

“All right sweetie, what’s the armor telling you about it?” Tony stepped a bit to the side, and as Monica continued to stare at the creature, the interface relayed information back to her.

“I-It’s called Carrion? I g-guess it’s like roadkill?” She swallowed thickly. “It’s danger level is listed as high, should--should we move?”

“No no, this is perfect. Tell the suit to activate stealth mode.”

Monica repeated the command and she overheard JARVIS’s confirmation, “Cloaking complete. You are now hidden, madam, and virtually undetectable.”

Monica turned to look at Tony. “JARVIS says I’m invisible? Am I--”

“WHOA MAMI YOU ARE INVISIBLE!” Michael exclaimed, and Wade was cheering.

Carol actually looked impressed. “Wow, Tone. This might actually work.”

“Yeah yeah I’m amazing and it’s about time everyone got on board with that,” Tony snagged Michael and Wade by the back of their shirts. “Come on, out of the way, I need to see if that thing can detect her at all and you idiots are in the way.”

“Pete says I am the way~”

“My son would never say that.”

“He does in my dreams.”

“It’s okay, Wade. I’ll say you’re the way.”

“Mikey have I told you that you’re my best friend--”

Monica had to bite her lip to stop the giggle as Carol literally knocked Wade and Michael’s heads together, the quad moving a little to the side of Monica, all eyes turning to the hulking mass that had been barreling down the road at them. As the group moved, it’s focus on Monica seemed to break and it slowed it’s pace down to it’s creeping crawl, heaving itself forward on broken, disjointed limbs as if trying to find her again--but to no avail. Even as it got close enough for Monica to reach out and touch (something she really didn’t want to do) it didn’t seem to know where she was and as she took a few steps back, she realized the shock absorption on her suit boots made her completely silent when she moved. Monica was safe as safe could be!

Which was a good thing, because despite all the safety precautions in place (and knowing Alessa would never let anything happen to her Mommi) Carol was still standing there with her sparkle fists at the ready to blast that thing into yet another dimension if something went wrong.

“Oh come on, Bestie, have a little faith in my designs.” Tony turned to Carol, gesturing at her hands. “It’s like you don’t believe in me at all.”

“Yeah, I’m not stroking your ego, Tony, that’s what the girls are for.”

“Uh, guys.” Michael tried to cut in.

“You could every once in a while. Even Al gives me compliments.”

“Good for Al, why didn’t you bring him?”

“Because I wanted to show you my suit worked!”

“Guys...” Wade tried this time.

Carol shook her blonde head. “I’ll be convinced it works when babygirl isn’t scared.”

“Yeah but if she never gets scared we’ll never get to hear her squeal again and who the hell wants that? No one, Carebear, no one wants that.”

“GUYS MAYBE NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO TELL US WE HAVE SAFETY SUITS TOO.” Michael finally started shouting to be heard, and when Tony turned to face him...he and Carol realized the monster, having lost sight of Monica, was now facing them. “BECAUSE IT LOOKS HANGRY.”

“Oh Daddy-in-law~ You did...pack us safety suits too, right?” Wade asked. “Because I didn’t bring my shooty-stabbies on this trip so a suit would be awesome right now.”

The creature let out an inhuman bellow of rage and started it’s charge, just in time for Tony to sheepishly say--

“I did specify the safety suit was just for Felina, right?”

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artemisegeria · 6 years

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Love by Design (Chapter 1/?)

Title: Love by Design (Chapter 1/?)

Rating: T

Word count: 2863

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Summary: Vision makes elaborate foam art as a barista at the coffee shop that his brother owns. One day a new customer comes in, and he completely loses his cool. As she keeps coming back, they grow closer. A casual acquaintance becomes something much more.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16272371

A/N: I’ve been writing fanfiction off and on for almost two decades, but somehow I have never written a coffee shop AU. So here it is. Inspired by a Tumblr prompt by user @nahterpie (could not find the original post and user appears to no longer be active) where person A makes extravagant foam art, but completely fails when they see how cute person B is, and these pictures (I originally found them on Pinterest, but I tried to trace them back to the original source). The setting is loosely based off my hometown; all the places described are within easy walking distance unless otherwise stated.

Wanda’s breath fanned out before her in the cold early December air. She was grateful to enter the warm atmosphere of the local coffee shop that she had not yet visited. As she waited in line, she saw a series of beautifully detailed foam art lattes go by. She might have been frustrated if she were in a hurry, but she had no place to be. She merely appreciated the ambiance. The lighting was warm and cozy, and an eclectic collection of cushions covered the chairs. Tasteful holiday decorations lined the walls.

She finally reached the front of the line. Smiling at the barista, she said, “I’ll have a small latte, please.” Her first thought was wondering how she had not seen him around town before. He certainly would stick out; he was unusually tall and quite handsome, with striking blue eyes.

“For here or to go?”

“To go please.”

“It will be ready right away.” His gentle, lop-sided smile was more effective at warming her up than the heated air of the shop.

She decided to sit at one of the chairs lining the counter as he moved from the register to the coffee machine. He looked up at her and smiled tentatively. She felt her own smile grow wider unbidden. However, his hand shook when he began to pour the foam. Instead of an intricate flower, there was just a blob of foam sitting in the middle of the cup. His pale skin flushed, but she said, “It’s fine.”

“I can make you another, Miss. I--.”

“Did my brother ruin your coffee? It’s on the house.” She hadn’t even noticed the second man come up behind the counter. Her barista winced and closed his eyes briefly. Though the second man was a few inches shorter, he was much broader and more powerfully muscular.

“Not at all. It’s perfect.” She reached for the cup and pulled it from the barista’s slightly protesting fingers. Taking an exaggerated sip, she licked her lips and smiled. It really was the best coffee that she had had in a long time. It was far better than the coffee-energy drink hybrids that Pietro tried to force on her or the lightly flavored water that passed as coffee at work.

Wanda raised her cup in thanks, smiling at them one last time. “Have a good day.”

The barista, who was looking at her gratefully, said, “Take care,” while she could feel the other man’s eyes on her as she left.

***

“You are fortunate that the girl was understanding. We have a reputation to maintain.” Vision was tempted to point out that their shop barely remained profitable, nevertheless having a reputation, but of course he didn’t. They were both sitting in their living room above the shop after closing time. Vision tried not to entertain his frequent fantasy of finding his own apartment and finally moving out from under Ultron’s shadow. Unkind as Ultron often was, he was still Vision’s only family.

“I will be more careful in the future. I promise.”

“But if that girl comes back, I’m going to ask her out. She’s the hottest girl I’ve seen here in weeks.”

If her reaction to his brother was anything to judge by, Vision did not think that she would be receptive to the suggestion, but he schooled his face into an appropriately supportive expression. “Good luck.”

Ultron only sneered at him before heading toward his bedroom door. “I don’t need luck.” He closed the door behind him without another word. Vision merely shook his head and entered his own room. The young woman’s smiling face and shining dark hair floated through his dreams all night.

The next morning he completed the various tasks associated with opening the shop. At five he opened the doors only to see the same woman from the previous day. “Hi, I hope your brother didn’t give you too hard a time last night. I have a twin, so I know how siblings can be.”

“Oh, he was fine.” He sincerely hoped that her sibling was nothing like Ultron.

They stood staring at one another until she said, “Um, can I please come in? You are opening up, aren’t you?” It was only then that he realized he was blocking the door. The fight against the blush rising in his face was over before it began. He stepped aside and pulled the door open for her. He flipped on the open sign behind her as she moved toward the counter.

“What can I get you today? Same as yesterday?”

“I think I need a large latte today, to go.”

“Right away.” He went through the motions of making the coffee and steaming the milk, but half his attention was on the girl across from him. Carefully pouring the foam, he attempted to not repeat the same mistake from yesterday. However, he made the mistake of glancing up at her at the wrong moment. Her smiling attention on his hands made them shake, destroying the design again. “I apologize. I’ll take this one if you don’t mind waiting a little longer.”

He was amazed that she was not laughing at him. “I have time.” He repeated the same process. This time he turned around to the opposite counter to complete the foam art. Keeping it simple, he let out a breath when he formed his often-used flower without incident. He handed it to her and was met with a beaming smile. “Thank you. This is beautiful.”

“You are most welcome. Thank you for your patience.” He cleaned the equipment while waiting for the next customer to come in. When he looked up, she was still there, sipping her coffee. “Do you mind if I ask what brings you in so early? We rarely see a customer before six or six thirty.”

“Sure. I’m a high school music teacher. We have an in-service day today. I’m supposed to be there at seven, but I usually need a couple hours to myself before I can handle my colleagues.”

“Ah, I’ll leave you to it then. Have a good day.” He smiled at her one more time.

“I don’t mind your company,” she responded quickly, blushing. “You’ve just never met my co-workers. They’re a lot. Besides, your coffee’s getting cold.” She nodded to the cup that he had abandoned.

He glanced around the shop. There really wasn’t much to do until another customer showed up. Taking her invitation, he leaned sideways against the counter, so that he was facing her diagonally and his face was closer to eye level with her. He drank his lukewarm, but still decent, coffee. They talked about nothing until she looked at her watch and said she had to leave. He watched her go wistfully after bidding her farewell.

***

A few days later Wanda stopped by the shop again as she walked to work. As usual when she was there in the mornings, no one was inside. She approached the counter, but the space behind it was empty. The regular barista emerged from a back room, wiping his hands on his apron and smiling apologetically at her. “Hello again, what can I get you today?”

“I’ll have a large latte.” She handed him some money and dropped the change in the tip jar. “Could I make a request for my foam art?”

“Please. I will do what I can.”

“Could you make me a cute animal?”

“Yes, I can do that. Any particular animal?” She shook her head. He looked deep in thought for a moment and turned around to create the foam art. He handed it to her with a tentative smile. The grin that bloomed on her face as she saw the cat that he had made encouraged a grin in him as well.

“Thank you. This is just what I needed.” The nightmares had been particularly bad last night, and she just needed something light and cheerful.

“My pleasure.” She wished that she could stay longer, but she was running later than usual. She hoped that they had more customers at other times. Now that she had found this place, she wanted to keep coming back.

***

“You know, you should wear name tags.” Vision looked up in surprise. He had not heard the bell on the door jingle when the woman who had been brightening up his mornings so much came in.

A smile spread helplessly across his face. “Why is that?”

“It would save a lot of awkwardness when you’ve had multiple conversations with a person and never learned their name.”

“Ah, well, there is less awkwardness when your conversation partner has not asked your name either.”

She laughed and held out her hand. “Good point. The name’s Wanda.”

He shook it gingerly, his long fingers engulfing her smaller hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Vision.”

“Vision?” Her confusion was a common reaction, but this time it was delivered without the usual mockery. “Is that your given name?”

“No,” he began in a practiced explanation, “it is a nickname, but it seems to have stuck.”

“It does suit you.” No one had ever responded in that way. It made him appreciate the demeaning nickname that Ultron had given him as a child, based on the special coke-bottle glass that he wore when he was younger, for the first time. Wanda’s fingers were tapping against the counter, and she bit her lip. “Are you going to ask what my order is?”

“Oh, apologies.” Vision hoped that his flush was not too evident because his face felt like it was on fire. “What are you having this morning?”

Her smile was reassuring, and no judgment could be found on her face. “No worries. I feel like a hot chocolate today, for here.”

“Right away. Whipped cream?”

“Of course. Does anyone ever say no to that?” She grinned and slid into what was becoming her usual chair at the counter.

“Occasionally. I don’t like to assume.”

“Well, count me in.” He squirted a generous dollop of cream into her mug. At her imploring look, he held back a chuckle and added a little more.

They spent the next hour in pleasant conversation, and the rising sun outside matched the glow that was building in Vision’s chest.

***

The next week Wanda was on vacation during the school’s winter break and took the opportunity to visit her brother. When she returned, she practically skipped into the coffee shop. It was still mostly empty, though it was mid-afternoon on a Saturday. But the face at the counter was not the one with the gentle smile and blue eyes that she wanted to see. Instead it was the brother, whose cold, calculating gaze made her shiver slightly. “Well, well, hello there. Such a pleasant surprise to see you back. I’m sorry again for my brother’s incompetence the last time you came in.” Somehow, she was not surprised that Vision had apparently not told his brother that she had been in since then; the thought that their morning conversations were just for them was gratifying. “He’s always been somewhat useless.”

She suppressed the hot defense that leapt to her lips, which was ridiculous seeing as she had only talked to him a few times. “The coffee was delicious. That’s why I’m back. I’ll have just a small black coffee today, please.”

He handed her the cup. Once she was holding it, he placed his hand over hers, trapping her. “I was hoping you would come back. My friend is opening a new club next weekend. VIP grand opening, exclusive, bottle service, the whole works. He said I could bring a plus one, and I would love for you to accompany me.”

“Thank you, but I already have plans.” Doing anything else. She tried to pull her hand back, but he only squeezed it harder.

“At least think about it.” He didn’t even know her name, and he gave no indication of being interested in it. He had the air of someone who was used to getting his way and not taking no for an answer.

Wanda conceded, “Alright.” He finally released her. He didn’t have to know that she would not do any such thing. She sat at a far corner table and finished her coffee quickly. She took one last look over her shoulder before she left.

***

Ultron strode into their living room and slammed the front door behind him, glaring at the books spread out on the table. “While you were off swanning in your books, that girl whose coffee you ruined the other day showed up again.”

Trying not to show too much interest, Vision said, “Oh?” Wanda had not appeared for over a week since their last early morning conversation, and he was beginning to think that he had said something wrong. Though he could not fathom what he could have done.

“She turned me down.” Vision schooled his face into a commiserating frown. Ultron shook off his rejection, refusing to believe that any woman would fail to be charmed by him. “Well, she’ll change her mind.” Ultron continued in that vein until he turned in for the night.

The next morning Wanda was unexpectedly waiting at the door of the shop when Vision opened. “Good morning.” He ushered her inside the shop. “You don’t have to go into work on a Saturday, do you?”

As he settled in behind the counter, she reached the register. “No, I have a yoga class at six.”

“Ah, at the studio down the street?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Have you been?”

“I tried it once.” He trailed off vaguely. His last yoga class was not an experience that he wanted to dwell on or repeat.

“Only once? You didn’t like it?”

Vision felt his face burn. “It was fine, but I accidentally kicked someone who was next to me.” His limbs had gotten away from him, and he had vowed never to return to the studio. Eager to change the subject, he asked, “So what would you like this morning?”

“A large latte, for here.” He nodded at her and set to work putting on the coffee.

“Do you have a request for your design today?”

“No, surprise me.” He finished her drink. At least it was getting easier to work around her. His hand did not shake at all as he poured the foam to make an elephant face. Vision catalogued the smile that bloomed on her face to save in his memory.

That day was just the beginning of a new expectation that she would be there when the shop opened. A week later Wanda was sitting across the counter from him at 5:15 am for the fifth morning in a row. Her order changed frequently, but he could always count on her to linger on and talk with him about television and movies, the weather, current events, anything and everything under the sun.

“What do you do when you’re not giving me coffee?” she asked, leaning her elbows comfortably on the counter while he inventoried some of their supplies.

He hesitated, not wanting to seem completely pathetic, but there was really only one answer to give. “I study.”

“There must be more than that.”

“In all honesty not much lately. I was close to finishing a Ph.D. in history when I came back to work at the shop full time. I have been trying to finish my dissertation in my spare time.”

“Ooh, could I read it when you finish?”

Her enthusiasm forced a laugh from him. “You may, but I am not sure you’d want to.”

“I think I do. What’s it about?”

“It is about how technology has shaped what it means to be human since the Industrial Revolution.”

“Sounds interesting.” Vision didn’t think she was pretending, and it made him smile. “When do you think you’ll be done?”

“A few months to a year, perhaps.”

“What happens after that?”

“I am not entirely certain. I suppose I will look for a professorship.” Truthfully, he did not know if anything would change. The shop still needed to be looked after, and Ultron was unwilling to hire more people than necessary.

“Good luck.”

“Thank you. And you? What do you do when you’re not teaching or going to yoga classes?”

“Um, teaching, grading, and running the theater program take up most of my time. Then, I usually practice my instruments.”

“What instruments do you play?”

“The piano, cello, and guitar.”

“Very impressive.”

She shrugged. “It’s just something that I enjoy.”

“I hope to hear you play some day.” She ducked her head, and he wondered if he had overstepped. But when she raised her head again, a pleased smile graced her lips.

“Maybe some day.” Glancing down at her watch, she frowned. “I have to go. Have a good day, Vision.”

“You as well, Wanda. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Of course, I can’t do yoga without getting my caffeine fix first.” She waved as she walked out the door. He found himself smiling unconsciously throughout the morning, trying to avoid Ultron’s attention and thinking about what design he would make for Wanda the next day.

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vintagemichelle91 · 6 years

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Are you upset with me? ” for Rafael 💕💕

Okay, so I got slightly carried away with this one dear anon…so please enjoy!

(Gif credit to @minidodds )

You rummaged around the closet like a mad woman looking for your long red Valentino satin gown. You had an hour to finish getting ready before the car arrived to take you and Rafael to the gala he had been invited to. Well, it was more than that the DA wanted Rafael to show face with you on his arm and mingle with all the right people to gain their support. You had agreed for Rafael’s sake. A little break from your own fast-paced fashion career and a little wedding planning would do you some good.

Running your hands through your soft hair, that was already losing its volume, you sighed. How was it that you could not find that damn dress! You swore Rafael had picked up everything from the dry cleaners last night.

Maybe he had left it in the entrance closet? You hurriedly left the walk-in closet and made your way toward the entrance closet. You hated that he still hadn’t come home from court. It was making things far more difficult for you than they should be. After all, it wasn’t your night and you were just going to be there for support.

Scarlet, your sweet kitten, watched as you paced around the apartment in such a state of stress. With sudden remembrance, you made your way toward the entrance closet it to see if it was there. However, you were disappointed to see that there was nothing but coats hanging inside. Never in your life had you been more frustrated than you were at this very moment.

Slamming the door shut, you took a couple of deep breaths and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. Rafael should be home any minute to change into his tuxedo.

Just as you resigned to the fact that you would have to go look for another dress, Rafael came through the door looking completely exhausted. The case probably didn’t fall to his favor.

“Hey, how did it go?” You didn’t want to bombard him at first as to the whereabouts of the dry-cleaning. You walked over to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed you back lovingly and apart of you knew that it definitely did not go well for him.

Rafael shrugged off his grey suit jacket and loosened his navy blue tie. “The jury came back with a not guilty verdict; this should definitely be a great conversation to have with the DA.”

You hated that he lost. It meant that he wasn’t in the best of moods. This week had been entirely long, with the investigation SVU had and then the trial, it had been rather difficult to prove the case. Rafael had even hesitated when Olivia brought the case to him. Even you had your doubts when he told you about it, but Rafael did love a challenge.

“I’m sorry, but I had told you that case was going to be difficult to prove when there wasn’t a substantial amount of evidence, from what you had told me,” You had to be honest with him about it. It was going to be like pouring alcohol into an open wound, but you had to.

Rafael gave you a look that said please don’t press that button right now. “Carino, really? Are you upset with me, too?”

“I’m sorry Rafael, but what else do you want me to say? You obviously didn’t listen to me then and you sure as hell didn’t listen to me when I asked you to pick up the dry-cleaning two days ago. Now, I don’t have a dress for tonight. All the others are wrinkled and they are silk!” At this point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears.

Rafael ran his hand through his hair. The day could not get any worse for him. “Shit…I’m sorry it completely went past my mind.”

“A lot of things did apparently,” You said in a clipped tone as you pivoted around on your heel to go see if you had anything suitable to wear to this stupid gala tonight. This stupid gala that you put your own career aside to go to. All because you wanted to support your fiance after such a rough week.

You felt Rafael’s eyes burning into your back as you walked away from him. He felt himself becoming frustrated with you, himself, and the entire day. Before he could allow himself to sulk even further, he went after you. There was no way he was going to leave things like this.

“You know I had a lot on my plate with this case, why didn’t you remind me?” Rafael stood by the doorway of the walk-in closet as he watched you look through your small collection of dresses.

You threw your hands up in the air absolute frustration. “I reminded you yesterday morning, Rafael.”

And you did. That morning when you handed him his first cup coffee of the day as he was preparing his closing statement he would deliver to the jury to compel them to declare a not guilty verdict. However, he was so caught up in the case and his insecurity toward it that everything else just went past his head.

“I’m sorry…” What else could he truly say? Nothing wouldn’t remedy the situation at the moment. You let out a couple of breaths and said nothing in response. The look of frustration and disappointment washed over your beautiful face and it was too much for him to deal with at the present moment. Rafael grabbed his tuxedo and walked out into the bedroom deciding that it would be better to give yourselves some space for at least ten minutes.

You watched as he walked out with a sad expression shadowing over his handsome face. You realized just how stupid it was for you to be so upset over a dress. He didn’t deserve this attitude from you after having such a hard day in court. It broke your heart to say such things and to see him walk away like that. Your world seemed to darken a little as he left you to give you some space. These little fights between you were so rare, it was so unlike you and that was what frustrated you the most.

Leaning against the wall, you shut your eyes tight and let the tears silently stream down your cheeks. Thank goodness for waterproof mascara. An old and wise friend’s words echoed in your mind, “Compromise and understanding are key to every marriage.”

Right now, with your selfish words, you did not abide by those words. Quite frankly, you were more disappointed in yourself more than anything. Lately, you had become so emotional about things and you weren’t sure if it was your nerves on the fact that your fashion career was thriving in so many exciting directions. Or perhaps, it was just nerves in general of the pressures of planning a wedding in the midst of it all. Rafael meant the world to you…it felt as if you had found your other half.

Wiping your tears away with your hands, you pushed yourself away from the wall and walked out into the bedroom to go and apologize to your fiance. Your heart broke a little as you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. Carefully, your bare feet tiptoed toward him and you kneeled down before him taking hold of his wrists.

“Rafael, baby, look at me,” You cooed gently and he looked up at you with sadness mixed with exhaustion. You cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips softly against his. “I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry you lost the case. I’m sorry for not realizing just how much stress you have been under and I am sorry for not understanding how much winning this case meant to you. I love you with all my heart and the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

His gorgeous gem-green eyes scanned your own and realized the sincerity of your words. You were also under a lot of stress too and he had failed to realize that. Words failed him at that moment and you yelped in complete surprise as he picked you up and gently threw you onto the bed.

His lips collided with yours roughly as he swiftly undid the knot of your silky pink robe. Rafael groaned at the sight of your topless body and proceeded to kiss, lick, and caress you with so much pent up passion he had for you. You moaned in wild delight as he took you, however, the way he wanted you. You realized that he needed to feel that he had control and you would gladly oblige him in any way you could.

After all, you loved him.

Completely rid free of any clothes, you were lost to each other between the white sheets as satisfied moans and an occasional scream coming from your lips filled the spacious bedroom. The evening light reflected in from the panoramic windows added a naughty ambiance. Your hand squeezed the edge of the pillow tightly as he thrusted into you over and over again with so much rigor that your eyes rolled back. Rafael found that one delicious spot in you that had you saying deliciously obscene things and the occasional curse word.

“Fuck…baby…that feels so good…harder,” you said breathlessly as you lost yourself in the sensation of him filling you up.

Rafael’s hand reached down between them and he rubbed your clit with two of his fingers. All the while as he kept moving in and out of you with such finesse. Your walls embraced his manhood with a great amount of pressure that he could feel himself getting ready to come. He looked down at you, “keep your eyes open, I want to see you when I make you come.” His voice was rough and commanding that you moaned even harder.

He watched your gorgeous face contort in pleasure as you came undone with fascination. It turned him on, even more, knowing that only he could bring you so much pleasure. Your pouty pink lips formed into a perfect round O as you were riding out your orgasm. Your eyes stayed glued to his as you lost yourself in him. Seeing you like that made him reach his own climax and he continued to move in and out giving you another chance for another orgasm. Soon enough, you came together in the most glorious way possible, whispering each other’s names in the evening light that enveloped you.

Rafael remained on top of you as you slowly caught your breath. He gently peppered small kisses on your neck and jawline as you simply held onto him. The both of you felt absolutely relieved and exquisitely spent.

“Oh my, that was good. So so good,” You said breathlessly.

He smirked proudly. Clearly, you had given him a boost to his ego. “I take it I am forgiven?”

“What on earth for?” You laughed as you pushed back his hair away from his forehead. “I can’t even remember what we fought about after that good fuck we just had.”

Rafael chuckled in response and kissed your lips once again. They should have more arguments if this was going to be the end result of it. “We should fight more often. I mean, if this is what it takes to get such a praise…”

You shook your head and he could have sworn your eyes darkened with lust. “You don’t need to hear praise from me, I am sure you can see it in my face how much you satisfy me…” Your voice was breathy and laced with a seductive tone.

The shitty day just flipped over and turned into a fantastic evening. Just the turn around Rafael needed. He smirked knowingly at you. “Cariño, you always know what to say to drive me wild with desire for you. Me vas a matar mamita.”

Your cheeks flushed even more as he spoke to you seductively in Spanish. You absolutely loved hearing him speak Spanish. It was the sexiest thing. You could feel yourself getting turned on once again. “Do we have to go to this gala?” You caressed his chest and batted your long lashes at him.

Rafael groaned in response and knew exactly what you were doing. He loved it when you played the demure damsel. It was his weakness. “No, but- “

“Good…because I am ready for round two,” You didn’t even give him a chance to finish as you pushed him away and straddled him. Your body now on top of his as you kissed your way down his body with a seductive gleam in your eye and a sultry smile on your lips.

Dry-cleaning and gala were forgotten.

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#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #law and order: svu #SVU fanfiction #raul esparza #rafael barba x miss fashionista #raúl esparza

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somekpopfics · 7 years

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Sara (ChanyeolxOC)

Mystery/Slight Romance ChanyeolxOC, ~7k words. I hope you enjoy~

This is the story of Park Chanyeol. This is the story of Sara. It can be one’s like it can be both’s, or maybe it simply belongs to no one.

In the end, only the faint memory of it remains, the past snatches it away and the story becomes its to keep.

If one was to ask him where he found his inspiration, Chanyeol would answer them the night.

He would answer the light from afar that is reflected by the moon to brighten up the darkness just enough to see through the night. He would answer the shadows that every of his steps make as he walks under the numerous streetlamps and as he made his way on the empty sidewalks. All that the night offers to the ones who still dare peeking from their blankets, everything that the darkness envelops outside the comfortable and heated rooms of our homes, all of what is hidden from most of them human beings.

It was all for Chanyeol to welcome. Midnight walks were where the most mysterious, uncanny, and puzzling ideas would bloom in his mind. For stories like his, everything was to be considered. Every little aspect and detail was extremely important. Realism is key, but so is the unknown, the supernatural that brings and ties everything together. One may not believe in things that aren’t explained by the science, but it was Chanyeol’s goal to make the most scientific of them all doubt the so-called theories that rule this world.

…That’s what he liked to think.

“Mister Park Chanyeol, the newly found short stories’ writer that brings you uneasiness and shivers with every words he puts on paper!”

The corner of his lips twitched inwardly as Chanyeol reminded himself these words over and over. Yes, one day, Park Chanyeol was going to be a known author. Even though he had to start from the complete bottom, he would find the perfect story and any publisher would fight to print it and have it under their name.

The sound of a rock hitting the sidewalk brought him out of his thoughts and he finally dared to look up. Chanyeol wasn’t sure what time it was, considering he’d been walking for while and the clock showed midnight or so when he left his apartment. He surely was the only one around, though. The sidewalk was all his to walk on and the neighborhood seemed almost begging for him to kick on a rock again, just so the sound of it could fill the empty atmosphere.

It was almost too quiet. Usually, the crickets would at least make an ambiance, as eerie as it was. At least there would be something to hear. But at that moment, there was simply nothing.

Quietness… Even the most comfortable silence can become the most unpleasant until it becomes unbearable.

Out of uneasiness, Chanyeol quickly found another rock to toss away and he did just that. He heard as it fell down the sidewalk and on the asphalt of the road beside him, the clapping echoing, the surroundings welcoming the new sound, wanting to make it last as much as possible not to fall into the complete silence once again…

“This could be interesting…” He mumbled to himself, only then continuing his walk toward wherever his mind was bringing him. Like every night Chanyeol decided to go hunt for ideas, his steps brought him to the park not too far away from his apartment. One that, during the day, was filled with screaming children, couples on date and parents talking. One that was so lively when the sun shone on it, but when it was the moon that took its place, none seemed invited to step on its grass.

Except the ambitious writer. The delusional Park Chanyeol that wished to use his uneducated hand to write something worth the attention.

The thought was pessimist, but almost realistic. How could a man with poor parents and no education come up with bright words and fancy sentences that linked to a powerful climax and shocking ending?

Well, Chanyeol, hopefully.

It was one of the main thought that kept him going whenever he made his way to the finely cut grass of the park. He didn’t have all the courage in the world and it did take him some to disappear between the trees to reach the middle of area where a small pond, benches and a large playground had been installed for everyone’s convenience.

There was a bitter wind blowing once the man made his way to the vast area and he quickly put up his coat’s collar to cover his neck from the freshness of the night. There was a creaking sound in the distance and when his eyes followed the nature of the sound, he noticed one of the swings was slowly moving back and forth. The wind maybe?

It would have been a plausible reason if it wasn’t for the two others on each sides staying completely still, totally unphased by the weather.

Chanyeol felt a shiver running down his spine. Even though he had come for the suspicious actions of the night to warm up his neurons and hopefully find the subject to a new story, something in the corner of his mind yelled at him to get back home as soon as possible. He preferred not listening to it and continued his way deeper into the area, eyes roaming around, attracted by every move of the branches that danced with the wind.

The cold bursts stopped after a while and it was like everything came to a halt. Once again he was trapped in the heavy silence of the night, only his figure moving in the darkness. Everything else seemed to be put on pause. Even the clouds seemed to stop moving, the moon free to cast back the sinister light of midnight.

Chanyeol’s attention was brought back lower at that moment. Enough to see where he was going, but still high so he could catch any glimpse of any unnatural movements. His senses were on alert, his mind still begging him to turn around but he was simply too stubborn to.

He had to find something. An inspiration.

The shadows of the nearby trees made the grass darker, drawing a clear line between the gloomy green and the darker one hidden from any source of light, but his eyes still caught it.

It was darker than the grass itself, making it a pitch black hole in the ground. Curious, Chanyeol took a few steps toward it even though his mind created many “WARNING” signs displayed around. He was a few feet away when he finally stopped in his track, frowning. It was a hole. A dark hole in the ground and, from where the man was standing, he was unable to see the bottom. It must have been at least more than one meter deep and he started wondering as to why in the world someone had dug up a hole in a public park. During the day, anyone that would pass by would clearly notice it.

What was unusual about it, though, was the lack of dirt pile beside it. There was none. The one who had dig it must have brought the dirt away, probably. Like this, it looked like it had simply appeared there out of nowhere. It was a simple hole… yet it seemed to scream something to Chanyeol.

Come and look at me, what if I can help you find an idea? Anything?

Any rational person would have simply walked away and continue their way as if nothing had happened. No, actually, any rational person wouldn’t be out past midnight in such a place. That said, though, Chanyeol was not a rational person, and so he stepped even closer, taking the liberty to take his phone from his pocket and turn on the flash to have a better view of what was hiding inside.

What was in there was clearly going to give Chanyeol inspiration. That and way more. Ideas would have jumped at him, he probably wouldn’t have enough limbs to catch them all. They all pushed their ways up his mind so abruptly he felt his stomach turn and his throat constrict. His last meal was ready to be propelled out of his body, but it decided to stay well hidden when a voice filled the deadly silence.

“H… H-Help… Ple… P-Please…” And it came from the corpse Chanyeol thought dead laying down the hole.

It wasn’t so deep, probably around 4 or 5 feet down and just big enough to fit the body of the young woman that was inside, her clothes torn and stained. With the flash of his phone, the male could discern brown from the dirt and bright red from blood. Several cuts decorated her body, some deeper than the others. They filled her arms, which were bare because of the light t-shirt she was wearing, and her legs were just as filled, her shorts barely covering anything as one stronger line had been drawn on her left thigh. She must have been freezing, so lightly clothed like this. And hurting, too, considering the number of cuts covering her body.

Her brown hair was a mess and Chanyeol quickly realized her face might have been spared from all the knife play. Only a few droplets of blood ran down her chin from her probably busted open bottom lip. Her eyes were closed but her lips were moving, words pleading.

“I-I know there’s someone… ple...p-please…”

Chanyeol knew he was not supposed to be there. What he had just found was very worth calling the police, or at least an ambulance, so they could help and he could go back home and try to forget the bloody sight down there. Yet there was something, a very little something that forced his feet to stay where they were. And then, a few seconds later, this same force pushed him to jump in the hole.

His feet landed with a thud on the dirt. The hole wasn’t so deep and, with his height, he wouldn’t have any problem climbing up again. He was quick to kneel down and looked at the woman, noticing that, this time, her eyes were open and staring at him.

Chanyeol was first struck by the paleness of her eyes. They were a beautiful blue color, which was a strange sight if you combined them with her almond eyes that showed a clear hint of her origins. His eyes then went down the rest of her facial features, finding her lips had curved in a small smile. He felt something cold landing on his knee and when he looked down, he saw her frail hand probably seeking for some kind of comfort.

It seemed that he wasn’t at all bothered by the morbid scene in front of him. Chanyeol took a hold of her hand, holding it tightly before giving the woman a comforting smile. “I’ll get you out of this.” He said confidently, though he had to convince himself some more about it as well.

The woman tried nodding her head and Chanyeol was quick to spot the pain in her eyes when she did. Something seemed to cloud her sight and the male realized that he very probably needed to hurry. Being the most careful possible, he shifted in a better position and slid his arms under the body in front of him, slowly lifting her up until she rested in his arms. She barely weighed anything at all, he noticed, and all sort of questions started filling his mind.

Why was she there? Who put her there? What happened to her? Where was she from? Too many scenarios filled his mind, all more disgusting than the others and a sudden rage built up in his chest. Who dared to hurt someone? A woman that seemed so vulnerable? It was stronger than Chanyeol, all the upsetting thoughts about giving whoever had done this the same treatment.

Chanyeol wasn’t really the type of getting angered to this point and his sudden desires surprised him. It must have been the shock of seeing someone in such a situation. He wasn’t being himself, in the first point, for daring to jump down and not mind his own business, so he might as well think things that weren’t characteristic of himself either.

Slowly, very slowly, he put the body of the woman on the grass at the surface, making sure she was still awake before climbing up as well. He wasn’t surprised to find his own jeans turning brownish nor his coat to turn a dark red color, but he still felt his heart skip a beat. The small whimper of pain coming from the woman at his feet brought him back to reality -even though the events seemed more out of a dream than his simple and monotone life- and he was quick to take her back in his arms bridal style, looking around to find the park as empty and quiet as he had found it mere minutes ago...

Yet it felt like hours since he had found the hole.

Chanyeol started taking a few steps ahead when he stopped in his track again. Where was he supposed to bring her? The hospital, probably… but it was at a rather long walk distance and he cursed at himself for having the immensely smart idea to jump in the hole and take her out instead of calling for help. He clearly couldn’t let her there and leave, but if he was to call, they would ask why he had the not so brilliant idea to get her out of there in the first place. With blood now tainting his clothes and his fingertips all over the woman’s body, there wasn’t much the police could do for him if the real author of the act had done his job well. Being a writer about these kind of stories, Chanyeol was supposed to know very well, yet the first thing that had come to his mind when he found the woman was to jump.

Foolish.

The next rational thing that came to his mind -which wouldn’t even be considered rational- was, at this point, to simply bring the poor woman to his home and hope his own medical kit would do. While inspecting the cuts real quick, the moonlight making them a bit more visible, his general knowledge about medicine told him they didn’t seem that deep and would be considerably okay for him to clean. So to his apartment he would be going.

Chanyeol started walking again, this time with a more confident pace. He felt the woman shift in his arms but he couldn’t take too many pauses, risking to aggravate her injuries more than they already were. Instead, he kept his eyes on where he was going, being careful not to trip over anything. He felt the woman’s weak arms move up and her fingers slid, cold, around his neck. She then rested her forehead against his chest for support and Chanyeol wondered if, like this, she could hear his incredibly rapid heartbeat.

If she did, the woman didn’t say anything about it. It was hard for the male to make sure he could hear her exhaling when his own lungs worked so rapidly, his warm breathing forming steam in the cold air of the night. When they reached the edge of the park, Chanyeol looked around to find the street once again completely empty. There was absolutely no cars passing by nor midnight walkers. He hoped it would stay this way until he would reach his apartment. After a few more looks left and right, Chanyeol cursed to himself and crossed the street, feeling completely naked in the open air with a bloody stranger in his arms.

***

Taking out a key from his pocket while holding someone was way harder than Chanyeol expected. His shaking fingers weren’t helping either, the fear of someone walking into the corridor and witnessing the scene made it all more stressful. A loud sigh of relief finally left his lips when he closed the door shut with his feet quickly after entering his place, bringing the woman to his couch.

The apartment was, to say the least, incredibly tiny. The door gave to a small living room on the right where a small tv and brown old couch sat. The low table between the two objects was filled with all sort of papers, some with flashes of ink that formed sentences he ended up abandoning while others had traces of unreadable pencil marks that he called brainstorms.

On the left, a small fortune kitchen with the simple necessities, the sink empty and clean like he preferred it. The door to his bedroom was further passed the tiny area and, on the other side of the kitchen supplies stood another door to the small bathroom. Knowing he would never have the place -or money- for a suitable dining table, his living room was where he had the luxury to eat every of his meals.

Chanyeol looked down at his clothes once the woman was laying down his couch and he groaned, quickly heading to the bathroom, removing his coat, and dropping it in the shower for a further clean up. His pants were mostly dirtied by the grass and ground, so he dismissed it, rinsing his hands from the blood that was staining them before searching for his medical kit he kept in there.

All things gathered, Chanyeol made his way back to the only main room of his home, finding the woman eyes opened and staring at him. Again, the blue of her eyes left him speechless for a second before he hurried by her side, kneeling down to face her. “Can you speak?” He asked in a whisper, to which the woman nodded ever so slowly. “Alight… Alright..”

Chanyeol opened the kit, first searching for something to dress the deepest cut on her thigh with. It had continued bleeding while they reached his apartment and he had to stop the it before cleaning it. He reached for the biggest bandage he had, wrapping the tissue around her leg tight enough to prevent the flow of blood from continuing.

After tying it up, Chanyeol went back closer to the woman’s face, fumbling in his box to find something to clean the cuts with. He took out all that he had, knowing by the number of places to clean that he would probably need more than he actually had. “What’s your name?” He said, keeping his voice as soft as possible.

“S… Sara.”

The scratching sound of the cleaning tissue’s envelope being ripped off filled the room, almost muffling the woman’s quiet voice. Chanyeol looked up at her and he gave her a smile, nodding slowly. He reached for her arm, deciding to start from up and to go down, but when he was to grab her wrist, Sara tensed and the male quickly moved back. “I’m not going to hurt you, I only want to help.”

Chanyeol couldn’t not see the fear in the woman’s eyes when he looked back at her. Even slower than before, his fingers went to her small wrist, only brushing on her skin ever so slowly, showing he meant no harm. When she untensed, he simply lifted it up like he would lift a porcelain doll, moving her arm so he had a better reach of the several wounds.

“I’m Chanyeol, by the way.” His voice filled the room, hoping she would trust him a bit more if he talked about himself. “I write stories in newspapers. Nothing really amazing, though. But I try! I um… Midnight walks usually help me find inspiration for my stories. I needed to think about something to write about, so I went out and-” He stopped in his words and frowned a bit. “You know the rest…” He added simply and Sara nodded. Her eyes went down to his hand holding onto the alcohol-filled tissue.

“It’s going to hurt a bit.” He warned and she nodded slowly again. Her eyes stayed glued on Chanyeol’s hand as the other, very carefully, moved the wipe to one of the cuts near her wrists. He expected her to hiss when the cold tissue met her cut, but there was nothing, not even a flinch. When he looked up at her to see her expression, Sara was still looking at his hand on her pale skin.

His heart skipped another beat.

It went on for a while, Chanyeol making sure every cuts were clean before applying a baum. The deeper cuts either had a bandaid or a bandage around them while the smaller ones were left to the open air. Sara stayed completely quiet as he worked his way down to her legs. It surprised him how she seemed unphased by what should have been a burning and itching sensation from the alcohol sanitizing the cuts. Maybe she was used to worse pain than that…

When he arrived to the most horrible part, he sighed, seeing some red spots had formed on the exterior of the bandage. “I hope it stopped bleeding…” He mumbled, reaching to unfold it when a hand reached his own. It was a bit warmer than before and it meant Sara had gained at least enough strength to heat up her body, which was a good sign. She was still cold, though, and would probably need a lot of rest. Chanyeol instinctively held the hand back, crawling back to face her properly again.

“It can wait, I feel a bit better.” She whispered to him, her voice seeming a bit stronger, which made the man smile immediately. Sara tried to smile back at him and he felt like she tightened her grip on his hand. “Thank you..” She added and Chanyeol could feel her thumb doing small circle pattern on the palm of his hand.

Minus the messy hair, the cracked lip, and the dirt covering her face, Chanyeol realized how stunning she was. Her blue eyes seemed surreal, her porcelain-like skin could have her being mistaken for an angel. Chanyeol could imagine her smiling brightly at him and the simple image of it made his stomach curl in a both pleasant and unpleasant way. Knowing he shouldn’t be feeling like this, his eyes quickly diverted away and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You… Do you think you can tell me what happened to you?”

His voice was soft as he attempted to know a bit more about what had happened. He simply couldn’t comprehend still how such a person could have been treated like this. The least he wanted was to scare Sara, though, so he needed to weigh every of his words. Watching her eyes, he was relieved to see no negative reactions from her, though the lack of reaction itself wasn’t what he had wanted to see.

“I… Don’t really remember…” She mumbled, her thin eyebrows furrowing. Sara closed her eyes, forehead creasing as she seem to think about something, anything, but in vain. She simply sighed and opened her eyes again. “I remember… there was a flash of light, then it was all dark and when I opened my eyes, all I saw were the stars in the sky. A while later, I heard steps. My body was hurting… And I called for help.”

Chanyeol never expected her to put so many sentences one after the other. Her voice was a bit hoarse and he took it as a quiet demand for, maybe, water. He was about to let go of her hand and stand but Sara kept her grip on him, not letting go. “Stay, I don’t need anything, it’s alright.” She said simply, her eyes begging and Chanyeol couldn’t even think about standing anymore. He nodded his head and, this time, sat down completely to be more comfortable.

The room stayed quiet for a little bit more, the ticking of the clock by one of the walls the only faint sound in the living area. Chanyeol allowed himself to stare at Sara’s deep blue eyes again, seeing how she seemed to lose herself in his as well. There was something odd in the air, filling his home. It was stronger than him and it seemed to have created some sort of bond between the two of them.

Even though the context was very far from convenient for this kind of things.

“Tell me about you.”

Chanyeol was surprised to hear her break the silence first. Her voice threw him out of his daydream and he hummed, nodding slowly and trying to think about something to say. His eyes scanned the room, trying to, maybe, find some inspiration in whatever personal objects he had in the livingroom. There wasn’t much, though. The only things that could really relate to him were the panoply of papers filling the low table beside them and the small frame on top of the tv, in it the picture of two close friends: one with eyes filled with hope of a bright future and the other seemingly hiding horrible memories behind her faint smile.

Chanyeol found himself smiling a bit at the sight, his own memories replaying in his mind. “There isn’t much to say. Nothing really exceptional happens these days. I’ve been living by myself for a while, now… I used to live with my best friend, but now she is gone.” He said, his smile fading. When he looked over at Sara again, he noticed she had followed his eyes and was staring at the frame. There seemed to be something passing through her blue eyes, but Chanyeol couldn’t figure what emotion it was.

“What’s your favorite color, then?”

Very soon, the topic changed to something else, something more cheerful. Both shared their likings, some anecdotes and experience. The two even cracked a laugh a few times. It was like the atmosphere had taken a complete turn. There seemed to be so much to say, so much to learn about one another considering that had just met a couple hours prior. Chanyeol never realized his hand was still linked with Sara’s as they talked. Everything seemed to be forgotten and put aside, the male even witnessed sparkles in these pale blue eyes whenever she talked.

This sight, he would never forget it.

It was getting early in the morning when the talks became less frequent, Chanyeol’s head laying on the edge of the couch, eyes fluttering close. “Chanyeol.” Her voice was soft to his ear, it felt like he had known it for years and would recognize it anywhere. The male simply hummed, keeping his eyes closed out of exhaustion. The room stayed quiet for a while, though and, curious, he finally opened his eyes.

She was staring back at him, though something in her eyes seemed to have change. Fear filled up the man’s chest and he went to sit up straight but she didn’t let him, smiling and ushering him to stay where he was. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.” She reassured him and he simply nodded.

“Thank you… For everything.” She whispered, her smile not leaving her lips. “I really thought I would end up dying alone in there..” Sara admitted, her hand that wasn’t holding Chanyeol’s reaching for his cheek. Her soft fingertips brushed against his skin and the male instinctively leaned in her touch.

“We should get some rest, I’ll finishing cleaning your wounds in the morning, then everything will be alright, I promise.”

Her fingers didn’t seem willing to leave his cheek, lingering some more, her thumb doing swifting motions by his cheekbone, as if wiping nonexistent tears. Chanyeol closed his eyes again, the soothing movement only drawing him closer to his well-deserved sleep. At this point, he couldn’t even find the strength to lift his heavy eyelids anymore. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over, enveloping him in a warm blanket.

“Yes… everything will be alright.”

***

Chanyeol woke up to the sound of the television. He was completely lost at first, his surroundings familiar when he opened his eyes but the context completely forgotten. It took him a few seconds to remember all the events that had happened the night before, his sore neck confirming he had fallen asleep sitting on the floor with his head by the edge of the couch.

The news were playing, the male recognizing the monotone voice of the man reciting whatever had been happening either the day before or during the night. When he turned to the couch, he expected to see Sara staring at him with her hypnotising blue eyes, but she wasn’t there. In fact, there were absolutely no traces of her. The couch was clean while it should clearly hold at least some red stains here and there.

Frowning, Chanyeol stood up slowly, inspecting his surroundings. There was no sound coming from the bathroom and, from his position, the male could see the door was opened. Everything seemed exactly as it was. What surprised him the most, though, was his coat. It was clean and nicely hung on one of the plastic hooks by the entrance door.

Was Sara able to stand, clean everything and disappear like nothing had happened? Chanyeol wasn’t sure she would have had the strength to do that after mere hours of rest. Especially because he hadn’t taken the time to clean the wounds on her legs yet.

Feeling his own get wobbly due to the odd feeling floating in his chest, Chanyeol sat, the corner of his eyes spotting his cellphone on the low table in front of him. Sure he hadn’t even taken the device out of his pocket, Chanyeol took it and unlocked it as an habit, looking up at whatever news was being told on the television.

It felt like his heart stopped beating when he recognized where the journalist was standing. Behind him, police and other security employees roamed around. It was the park Chanyeol knew too well. Under the man’s upper body, at the bottom of the screen, he could read:

Breaking news : Dead body of a woman found in a hole of municipality park.

“It was a pretty hard morning for the city. Thanks to an anonymous male who called to prevent the police a bit past midnight, we found the body of a woman in a hole dig in the middle of the city’s public park. The authorities haven’t pronounced themselves about the event yet, but we got to learn the death occurred during the evening yesterday. She was found with many cuts on her body but we haven’t been told if it would be the reason of the death or not. More information to come, this was-”

Chanyeol turned off the television with shaking hands, letting go of the remote immediately after as if it had been burning his skin. This couldn’t be. It was simply impossible. He had found her! He brought her to his house and cleaned her wounds. She wouldn’t simply go back there while he was sleeping, would she? But then again, hadn’t the authorities mentioned she had already been lifeless way before Chanyeol even put his two feet in the park?

Taking his phone in his hands, Chanyeol found it unlocked still where his previous calls were listed. He didn’t remember leaving it there when he last used it, but most importantly, he didn’t remember calling the police a bit past midnight, yet it was there on his screen, listed white on back.

Chanyeol would have laughed it off if he didn’t feel the soft yet cold feeling of Sara’s fingertips lingering on his cheek still, more vivid than a simple dream.

***************************************************************************

When I sent this short story to publishers, it was simply out of curiosity. The story always meant more to me than its content might have attracted a public, so I was rather surprised when I received a call, around a month or two later, saying someone wanted to meet me to talk about it.

I was surprised, but also incredibly happy. Usually, when publishers call you, it’s because they’re happy with what you delivered them, right? It means they want to meet the author and have a further talk about the words they finely aligned and, maybe, some contractual talking for a further printing process.

Out of punctuality -and also nervousness, I arrived 20 minutes early, sitting in the waiting room while my fingers absentmindedly tapped a recurrent beat on my lap. The place seemed rather nice, people fancily clothed walking around with piles of files in their arms, going from doors to doors. The women’s heels on the wooden floor, the ringing of the phone at the secretary’s desk as well as the low talking filled the room and I was relieved it wasn’t a complete silence that accompanied me during the wait.

“Mister Park Chanyeol.”

I quickly stood when my name was called, wiping my moist hands on my pants before heading to a lady and bowing at her. Her eyes scanned my figure before she smiled and stretched her hand toward me, which I warmly shook. Act professional, your career might follow a turning point. I reminded myself.

“Mister Jung is ready to receive you, please follow me.” She said and turned on her heels, stepping inside the other room and I followed her. Again, many doors aligned on each sides. We turned a corner and passed by an open area that seemed like an employee’s snack space. The hallway stopped at a door with ‘Director Jung Minjun’ written on it.

The lady, probably the director’s assistant, knocked two times before opening the door and peeking in. “Park Chanyeol is here, director.”

“Yes, let him in.”

The door opened wider and the woman let me in. I stepped inside, seeing just in time as the director replaced the cover page of a pile of stapled papers. Dark ink on the white paper formed words that I had stared at for so long before having the courage to mail it.

Sara

A short story by Park Chanyeol

The director stood and walked to me, his hand reaching for mine and shaking it confidently. “Ah, I’m finally meeting you in person! I’m glad you accepted a meeting, please take a seat.” The man spoke and I nodded, sitting on one of the two chairs in front of his desk, my hands resting on my lap and my back straight. Jung Minjun sat as well, looking down at the small pile of paper and tapping it gently.

“I think this is a very nice story. Not the best I have read, but something that could be worked on and end up with good critics. I like the images you created and the ambiance you put up, and I think you have the kind of potential we’d like to take care of in this company.”

As I listened to his words, I could only smile. The man was offering me a change in my daily life that I could only accept. If I had the chance to do something bigger than write drabbles in a newspaper barely anyone read, then I would jump right into it. There was no time to look behind when the opportunity you had might fade at any second, as comfortable as the routine might have been.

“I was wondering, though, this is mostly out of curiosity, but…” The director stared down at the front page, one of his eyebrows raised. “You used your name for the main character of it and, while comparing it with your information you provided me, you seem to have described yourself in your character. Was there a reason behind it? Did you perhaps lived a similar experience?”

Somehow, I knew I would be asked this. I leaned back on the comfortable chair, humming and staring down at the bolded word on top of the document. Sara.

“I wouldn’t say I rewrote what I truly went through, but some things can be considered real, while others cannot.”

***

The afternoon that followed, I went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of twelve yellow roses. It was rather warm, that day, so I left my coat open as I walked on the sidewalk. It had been a while since I last went there, but I felt like a visit wouldn’t hurt, especially after what had just happened. I had to let her know about it. Deep inside, all I wished was for her to be proud.

The cemetery wasn’t so far away and I made it to the entrance, staring up at the large metal fences before walking in. The sun was still high in the sky and the tree’s shadows made its rays a bit more bearable. The walk was familiar as I knew exactly where she was. Where her tombstone lay, traces of dried bouquets of yellow roses were there still. I didn’t think they would have stayed there for weeks. I was glad the weather hadn’t brought them away. I kneeled to put down the new bouquet among the ashes of the others, looking up at the stone with a small smile ghosting on my lips.

Lee Sara

Even though you were our shining star,

it’s a shame you found more happiness in the sky

I passed my fingers on the grass and deemed it was dry enough for me to sit on the ground without tainting my pants. I was still in the clean clothes I took so much time choosing for my meeting with the publisher and it wouldn’t be nice to have them already soiled. I decided to sit none the less, though, knowing I would have a lot to say.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I said, having the habit of inspecting the large stone in front of me. It had become familiar, all the little cracks, I knew them by heart. It didn’t take me long to notice a new one in the right corner up.

“Lots of things happened since the last time I came to talk to you… Most importantly, I wrote something that might have given me the chance to become a real writer. It’s about you.”

For all the times I went to sit in front of her to talk, it wasn’t weird anymore to be talking by myself. I was used of getting no answer, but I still felt a painful feeling in my chest. “It’s about… us, actually.

“It’s the story of a man that finds someone on the brim of death in a hole. Without the man finding that person, there would have been no chance of survival. But the man, as weird as he is, instead of calling for help, decides he will help of his own, no matter the consequences that could come.

“You could say he is blinded by something. By what, though? A strange force, maybe? A feeling he has in his chest that he needs to save that person. That he, personally, takes the responsibility of helping because, deep inside, he wants it to be the right thing to be.

“So the man brings the girl to his home. She doesn’t complain and she watches silently as he tries his best to clean her wounds. She stops him midway and turns the atmosphere completely, saying she is fine. So they talk for the whole night and eventually fall asleep. When the man wakes up, he’s alone…”

I feel a lump down my throat and stop, looking down at my crossed legs then looking high up in the sky. It’s harder to say it than to simply think about it.

“In a matter of minutes, the man learns that the woman is dead, that she was found in the hole he took her from, that her physical wounds weren’t clean, that he didn’t bring her home to save her. That he, without knowing it, called to announce it because it was already too late. Something he didn’t comprehend was that her destiny was already traced. But, deep inside, he knows he helped her reaching the other side with care and attention, like one should be leaving this world. He thought he could dress her wounds and remove the pain away, but it was already too late. So maybe, maybe, when he saw her smile and when her eyes sparkled when she spoke, maybe it was her spirit gaining the comfort it needed before passing to the other side. That’s how he helped her.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek and was quick to wipe it away. “I think that, deep inside, that’s what I saw in what truly happened, Sara. It’s the image I gave to myself when I saw my help would never truly reach you. I truly wish I could have had taken you out of this hell. It’s the first thing I thought when you first told me about your dark thoughts. I wished… I wished we were more than best friends, I wanted to show you what love feels like so maybe then you would feel less lonely...

“I can’t blame you for what you did. I hoped it could have ended differently, but I tell myself that if you stayed with me for so long, I probably made your days a bit easier to go through, right?

“In the story I wrote, I called the woman Sara, and the man was me. I found you in this hole where, mentally, you had cuts everywhere. I brought you to a safe place and tried to clean your mental wounds and make you happy. You said you felt better, you thanked me, but then you left this world. You might have known it was too late, but you let me care and I was glad you did.”

The sight of your sparkling eyes, Sara, I will never forget it.

The End

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Aiden Kingman is reunited with the woman he mistakenly wronged seven years ago...and this time around, he’s determined to make things right. Check out this first look for FIGHT FOR YOU by Nina Crespo, coming this July…

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In this second of the Kingman Brothers series, Aiden Kingman is reunited with the woman he mistakenly wronged seven years ago...and this time around, he’s determined to make things right. Seven years ago, Aiden Kingman had to choose between betraying Delanie Clark and her father or staying loyal to his father’s company. He chose his father—losing Delanie in the process—and he’s regretted it ever since. Now as CEO and partner in Kingman Partners International, he needs to finalize buying a retreat property, but there’s one major hold up: Delanie is the contract negotiator for the owner, and she doesn’t trust him. Delanie and her father lost everything when Aiden’s father lied about his intentions for buying her family’s mountain retreat. She swore that she would never have anything to do with Aiden Kingman again. But now she’s facing him across the negotiating table, and sparks that had previously been stamped out reignite between them. When tragedy places the deal on the line, will they put their history behind them? Or will the deal cost them both their second chance at love? Nina Crespo, author of the charming and sexy Forget You, is back with a sizzling romance that will have you believing in second chances, forgiveness, and learning to love despite the past.

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Chapter One

Seven years ago

Delanie Clark stroked the dark wood footboard of the large sleigh bed in the bedroom of the rustic two-room mountain cabin at Clearmount Retreat. Should she greet Aiden Kingman wearing the lingerie set she’d picked out last week at the mall while thinking of him . . . or nothing at all?

She walked to the side of the bed and dropped her green backpack on top of the blue comforter. She’d let him discover her naked . . . in the hot tub. A smile she couldn’t stop bloomed on her face. That was the perfect place to wait for him and escape the chilly autumn night.

Finally, it was Friday. She’d hardly been able to concentrate during her classes at the University of Kentucky because he’d stayed on her mind. Since he’d called on Wednesday to tell her he was definitely flying in from Maryland for the weekend, the days had crept by at a snail’s pace and so had the five-hour drive earlier from Lexington. It seemed like an eternity since she’d last seen him, instead of just one week.

Delanie took off her brown hiking boots and socks, along with her tan wool sweater, jeans, and underwear. She stuffed her clothes into the pack, stowed everything in the closet behind her, then hurried into the corner bathroom for a towel. When she came back out, she dimmed the brass lamp on the bedside table.

Moonlight shining through the sliding glass door across from her gave the simply furnished room a romantic glow. The smell of the oak logs stacked inside the fireplace built into the wall near the foot of the bed lingered with the clean, earthy scent of the space.

While she was growing up and living on the retreat property, one of the jobs her father assigned to her had been filling the kindling boxes and stocking wood in the cabins. She used to imagine the guests enjoying warm drinks in front of their fireplaces, thoroughly mesmerized by the orange and amber flames curling and flickering over the logs.

Later on, she and Aiden would lie in bed, watching their own fire slowly burn to embers. For once, they could fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up together in the morning, like a normal couple, and share breakfast. Her dad was on a fishing trip until late Sunday. For the first time, she wouldn’t have to sneak back down the trail into the family living quarters she shared with him before dawn. More importantly, Aiden’s concern about them seeing each other as a conflict of interest while he negotiated to buy Clearmount from her father no longer existed. The papers had been signed yesterday, selling the property to Aiden’s family company, TriRoyal Incorporated. They’d take over ownership of her dad’s thirty-acre retreat next month, and she and Aiden were finally free to share about their relationship.

Delanie hurried out the sliding door into the wood-framed, glass-enclosed deck and shut it behind her. Moonlight illuminated the steam rising from the sunken hot tub on the right. The mountains in the distance and the gently swaying trees surrounding her added to the peaceful ambiance.

She dropped the towel on the deck, twisted her long, dark hair into a loose topknot, then slipped into the rippling water. The stress from studying and agonizing over the economics exam she’d ultimately aced that afternoon melted away as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Would Aiden have more of TriRoyal’s modernization plans to show her? What he’d shared so far was fantastic. Redwood-and-stone cottages would replace the well-used wood cabins that were currently on the property. Picture windows would provide views of the lake, trees, and mountains.

Delanie’s heart accelerated as she recalled Aiden sitting across from her a week ago in the hot tub, telling her about his plans. His slicked-back dark hair had emphasized the chiseled angles of his gorgeous face.

“Not only are we building larger decks on the cottages, we’re also installing bigger hot tubs.” He’d shot her a lazy grin. “You and I will definitely take advantage of them when we visit the new and improved Clearmount Retreat next fall.”

“I like that idea, a lot.” She hadn’t been able to stop herself from returning his smile. “But I wouldn’t mind if you took advantage of me now.”

“Come over here and I will.”

“Uh-uh.” She’d crooked her finger at him. “You come here.”

As he’d stood and approached her, water had trailed down his defined pecs and abs. The gleam in his hazel-brown eyes and the erection rising high on his abdomen had promised her one thing—earth-shattering orgasms.

“Are you mine?”

That’s what he’d asked her in bed later on as he’d kissed her along her left leg, from her toes to her inner thigh. He’d started all over again with her other leg. Each brush of his lips inching nearer to her sex had taunted and teased her.

“Answer me, Delanie.”

She’d tried to respond, but his tongue feathering over her clit and a back-arching climax had taken away her ability to form words. His length gliding slowly inside of her and pulling out at an equally tortuous pace had captivated her. With each successive, deep stroke that followed, yes not only became her answer but a plea for more pleasure. And Aiden had delivered.

Infused with the warmth of remembered bliss, Delanie sank deeper into the water. What they shared was . . . perfect.

But her dad would be surprised to hear she and Aiden were in a relationship, and that they were going to keep seeing each other. He’d asked her not to become serious with anyone until after she’d turned twenty-one. She’d only missed the mark by six months, and her father did like Aiden. At twenty-four, Aiden was already an acquisitions negotiator for his father’s company. He understood the importance of responsibility and would support her making college her main priority over him. It wasn’t like they were planning to get married or anything. Surely, her father would understand why she’d kept it a secret until now. She and Aiden had happily and unexpectedly fallen in love—and she hadn’t wanted that to disrupt his business dealings.

A man’s voice coming from inside the cabin, clearly on the phone, broke into her thoughts.

Aiden? Her heart drummed in her chest as she listened closely. No . . . not Aiden. Gerard Kingman. Shit!

Just as she shrank back into the shadows, a stream of light came from the bedroom. Aiden’s tall, black-haired father opened the sliding door and strode into the enclosure, talking on his cell.

“I don’t care what it takes. Just do it. No more delays.” Gerard unknotted the maroon tie from the collar of his white dress shirt and stuffed it in the pocket of the charcoal overcoat that melded perfectly with his dark suit. With his back turned to Delanie, he moved toward the stairs at the other end of the deck.

The temperature seemed to creep up with the warmth flushing into her cheeks. She couldn’t let him find her bare-ass naked in the tub. If he came closer, she could dunk herself under the water. She’d rather drown than have him discover her.

“I don’t give a damn if they mow down the place, cement over the lake, and build a parking lot on top of it as long as the papers are signed. Get it done.”

Mow down the place? Parking lot? What was he talking about?

She heard the front door slam shut.

“Dad, where are you?” Aiden’s bellow reverberated. The solid thunk of his shoes became louder when he entered the bedroom. Delanie watched him storm out onto the deck and advance on his father while she tried to shrink back into the shadows farther still. “What the fuck did you do?”

Gerard slipped his phone into his pocket. “That’s none of your concern.”

“None of my concern?” Aiden’s muscles bunched and released underneath his navy sweater and jeans. “You working a side negotiation with the outlet mall developers on my deal damn well qualifies as my concern.”

Side negotiation? No. They weren’t talking about Clearmount. They couldn’t be.

“First, you work for me, not the other way around.” Gerard’s tone grew implacable. “Second, this is about business and has nothing to do with whether or not you can bang the property owner’s daughter with a clear conscience.”

“Leave Delanie out of this.”

“I didn’t bring her into it.” Gerard pointed at Aiden. “You did. I must admit, it was a smart move getting Delanie on your side. She was a big influence in swaying Bryan Clark to come to the negotiating table. He signed the deal. We own the property. It’s mine to sell. The mall developers are happily going to pay my asking price.”

“Clearmount is my project.”

“That has nothing to do with it. Because of my decision, we made money. Everybody got what they wanted. That’s how it works.”

“It wasn’t your call. This was my acquisition.” Aiden raked back his hair with both hands. “I should have been the one handling negotiations, not you.”

Delanie’s heart thumped so hard it felt as if her breastbone would shatter. “No!” Water sloshed in her face as she surged forward in the tub and into the light. Disbelief made her tremble more than the cold as she crossed her arms, covering her chest. “You promised my father you would preserve Clearmount as a retreat. Aiden—you showed me the renovation plans.”

Gerard’s dismissive look replaced the heat in the water with a chill. He turned to Aiden, blatantly ignoring her. “We’re flying out to our property in Denver tonight. Productivity at the hotel there is low, complaints are high, and since no one else seems to be able to solve the problem, we’re going to fix it. You’re riding in the town car with me to the airport. You can make arrangements for the car company to pick up your rental before we take off. Hurry up and deal with her. We don’t have all night.” He strode into the cabin.

Delanie looked to Aiden. “What’s going on?”

He snagged the towel from the deck. “You’re shivering.”

She took Aiden’s hand and he pulled her out of the tub, but he didn’t meet her gaze.

Hot and cold prickles dripped down her spine with the water puddling at her feet. “Is it true?”

He tucked the towel around her. “Let’s go inside.”

“Answer me!” The force of the words burned her throat. “Did you sell Clearmount to outlet mall developers?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It was simple enough for you to fuck me so I’d vouch for you to my father.”

Aiden’s jawline angled as he gripped her shoulders. “It’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it? Like your father said, you got what you wanted. Right?”

His silence filled in the gaps.

He’d used her. How could she have been so stupid? She’d fallen for him but he hadn’t loved her at all. Anger and hurt washed over Delanie. She wrenched out of Aiden’s grasp. “Get away from me. I never want to see you again.”

FIGHT FOR YOU by Nina Crespo releases on July 9, 2018 www.ninacrespo.com

Author Bio:

Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions—the beach, kickboxing, a good glass of wine, and dancing. Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel. Curiosity about people and places, including what’s beyond the stars, fuels her writer’s imagination. Indulge in her sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales to feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.

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The ADA & The Caterer: The Little Things

Author’s Note: So @rauliskafan and I are celebrating our friendversary!! A year ago today we met and started chatting and quickly it spiraled into an amazing friendship!! Resulting in us co-writing A Hard Lesson Series and becoming close friends!! She is such a lovely friend and I am lucky to have her in my life! This is for you @rauliskafan!! And I hope all of you enjoy this little one-shot that was inspired by “The Little Things You Do Together” from the Company soundtrack!

You rummaged around the closet like a mad woman looking for your red floor length silk-satin gown. You had an hour to finish getting ready before the car arrived to take you and Rafael to the gala he had been invited to. Well, it was more that the DA wanted Rafael to show face with you on his arm and mingle with all the right people to gain their support. You had agreed for Rafael’s sake and didn’t mind that you had to miss overseeing the wedding of century, according to Page Six.

Derrick should be able to handle tonight’s event with no problem. You had come out with a delectable menu that would surely leave the guests licking their fingertips.

Jingles watched as you paced around the apartment in such a state of stress. With sudden remembrance, you made your way toward the entrance closet it to see if it was there. However, you were disappointed to see that there was nothing but coats hanging inside. Never in your life had you been more frustrated than you were at this very moment.

Slamming the door shut, you took a couple of deep breaths and glanced at the clock hanging in the living room. Rafael should be home any minute to change into his tuxedo.

Just as you resigned to the fact that you would have to go look for another dress, Rafael came through the door looking completely exhausted. The case probably didn’t fall to his favor.

Rafael shrugged off his grey suit jacket and loosened his navy blue tie. “The jury came back with a not guilty verdict; this should definitely be a great conversation to have with the DA.”

Jingles looked between the both of you as Rafael gave you a look that said please don’t press that button right now. “Cariño, really? You tell me this now?”

Rafael ran his hand through his hair. The day could not get any worse for him. “Shit…I’m sorry it completely went past my mind.”

“You know I had a lot on my plate with this case, why didn’t you remind me?” Rafael stood by the doorway of the walk-in closet as he watched you look through your small collection of dresses.

You threw your hands up in the air in absolute frustration. “I reminded you yesterday morning, Rafael.”

And you did. That morning when you handed him his first cup coffee of the day as he was preparing his closing statement that he would deliver to the jury to compel them to declare a guilty verdict. However, he was so caught up in the case and his insecurity toward it that everything else just went past his head.

You watched as he walked out with a sad expression shadowing over his handsome face. You realized just how stupid it was for you to be so upset over a dress. He didn’t deserve this attitude from you after having such a hard day in court. It broke your heart to say such things and to see him walk away like that. Your world seemed to darken a little as he left you to give you some space. These little fights between you were so rare, it wasn’t like you and that was what frustrated you the most.

Right now, with your selfish words, you did not abide by those words. Quite frankly, you were more disappointed in yourself more than anything. Lately, you had become so emotional about things and you weren’t sure if it was your nerves on the fact that your catering career was taking off in so many exciting directions. Or perhaps, it was just nerves in general of the pressures of marriage. Rafael meant the world to you…with you felt as if you had found your other half.

Wiping your tears away with your hands, You pushed yourself away from the wall, and walked out into the bedroom to go and apologize to your husband. Your heart broke a little as you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. Carefully, your bare feet tiptoed toward him and you kneeled down before him taking hold of his wrists.

His gorgeous gem-green eyes scanned your own and realized the sincerity of your words. You were also under a lot of stress too and he had failed to realize that. Words failed him in that moment and you yelped in complete surprise as he picked you up and gently threw you onto the bed.

His lips collided against yours roughly as he swiftly undid the knot of your silky pink robe. Rafael groaned at the sight of your topless body and proceeded to kiss, lick, and caress you with so much pent up passion he had for you. You moaned in wild delight as he took you however way he wanted you. You realized that he needed to feel that he had control and you would gladly oblige him in anyway you could.

After all, you loved him.

“Fuck…baby…that feels so good…harder,” you said breathlessly as you lost yourself in the sensation of him filling you up.

He watched your gorgeous face contort in pleasure as you came undone with fascination. It turned him on even more knowing that only he could bring you so much pleasure. Your pouty pink lips formed into a perfect round O as you were riding out your orgasm. Your eyes stayed glued to his as you lost yourself in him. Seeing you like that made him reach his own climax and he continued to move in and out giving you another chance for another orgasm. Soon enough, you came together in the most glorious way possible, whispering each other’s names in the evening light that enveloped you.

“Oh my, that was good. So so good,” You said breathlessly.

He smirked proudly. Clearly, you had given him a boost to his ego. “I take it I am forgiven?”

“What on earth for?” You laughed as you pushed back his hair away from his forehead. “I can’t even remember what we fought about after that good fuck we just had.”

Your cheeks flushed even more as he spoke to you seductively in Spanish. You absolutely loved hearing him speak Spanish. It was the sexiest thing for you. You could feel yourself getting turned on once again. “Do we have to go to this gala?” You caressed his chest and batted your long lashes at him.

Rafael groaned in response and knew exactly what you were doing. He loved it when you played the demure damsel. It was his weakness. “No, but- “

Dry-cleaning and gala long forgotten.

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