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Learned this recently about someone I was friends with.

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His celeb crush surprised him. Damn he couldn’t even take the glasses off he was trying to get to the 🐱 so bad. Bruce your the MVP for coming to the rescue.

Date Night

Description: Clark gets to go on a date with his celeb crush

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Tad smutty at the end

“Hi, is this Clark Kent?” Her sweet voice rang through the landline telephone. Clark sat straighter at his desk and waved Jimmy Olsen out of his office. No one needed to know how bad he was about to blush.

“Yes,” He swore he was going to be completely normal about this. He recognized her voice with just a few words. 

“It’s Y/N. Are you sure that article that you published wasn’t biased?” She teased over the phone. She was currently being fitted for a gown for the red carpet but she could not wait to reach out to the cutie from the Daily Planet.

“I did my best, ma’am but I don’t think that’s what you’re callin’ for,” His accent tended to slip out when he was nervous. He had finally done a good job at hiding the accent for his professional life. He took a deep, shaky breath away from the telephone.

“No, I wanted to know if you wanted to go on that date,” Her voice was softer here, almost more vulnerable. Oh, the things he’d do to hear her beg him for anything at all. 

“I‘d love to,” He spoke, probably a little too quickly. To be fair, how often was it that your celebrity crush asked you out on a date? 

“Great, I’ll see you at Chez Metro at eight?” She chirped before letting out a small yelp from being poked with a needle by the designer.

“I’ll be there,” Jesus Christ, she would be the death of him and he’d be okay with that. 

– Technically, he wasn’t supposed to just ‘pop’ into Wayne Enterprises but this was an emergency, of course. Who else would be able to help him?

“Clark, how the hell did you get in my office?” Bruce nearly jumped from his friend unexpectedly being there. Usually, it would be hard to catch Bruce off-guard but his children had decided that it was prank week. So far, he had walked into at least three water balloons filled with ink. 

“Bruce, you’re rich.” A blanket statement, at best.

“I’ve been known to be, yes,” Bruce looked Clark up and down briefly. Bruce had just paid for the repairs for WatchTower and The Wayne Foundation just covered the damages done by Joker. With seven kids, Bruce knew when he was being shaken down.

“What do you wear when an actress offers to take you to the fanciest place in town?" Clark looked sweaty. He's gone toe to toe with Darkseid but this was racking his nerves for some reason.

"You and an actress? I have to give it to you, I thought you'd end up with Lois again," Bruce commented. If he was perfectly honest, this might be good for Clark and maybe he'll have someone to talk to at those boring galas.

"No, that ship has sailed." He rocked back and forth on his heels while letting out a low whistle.

"You can borrow one of my suits. I'll let Alfred know you're stopping by,"

Bruce patted his friend on the shoulder before ushering him out of his office.

He thought he was making a mistake at first. There were no cars in the parking lot and he thought he was about to sweat off Bruce's very expensive suit.

"Clark, you made it," She squealed as soon as he walked in. She hugged him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. He took note of the dress and heels she was wearing.

"Yeah, thank you again for inviting me out but where is everyone?" He noted. It was odd being in the most expensive and sought-after restaurant in Metropolis while it was completely empty. Using his super hearing, he could hear people and pots clacking in the kitchen.

"Oh, I rented it out so we could have some privacy," She said before leading him to a dimly lit table.

Clark was insanely glad that the night was going well. He was worried that he developed an idea of her instead of being open to the real her but everything he learned about her, he truly liked. She was just as interested in him as he was in her. They told stories of their childhood and it felt natural over the course of dinner. Y/N didn't find herself forcing smiles as she often does on dates with men.

"Do you wanna talk more at my place?"She batted her lashes and finished her glass of red wine.

"Yeah," He did not need to be asked twice before helping her out of her chair and placing his (Bruce's) blazer on her shoulders before entering the cool Metropolis air.

Talking is what they were supposed to be doing. How she ended up in his sheets with him between her thighs eating her out like he didn't just eat a five-course meal was beyond her. She never had a man eat her out and keep his glasses on before but she wasn't one to complain.

"Clark," She moaned as she finished on his lips. His head rested against her thigh as he lazily pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Clark, baby, this won't be a one-time thing, okay?" Locking him down mid-sex might have been a bad idea but Clark was more than ready to agree.

"Okay, sweetheart. Can I fuck you, please?" His eyes were glazed over and his face flushed. Oh, this was going to be a fun night.

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I’m happy she got a happy ending. I’m happy that even though the DAs let her down they showed up for her dad in the end. I’m glad Mike got clean and all it took was blackmail to do it 😂. I was shocked to see Ari threw his career away for her since he threw his undercover operation. It’s like she is a whole new person now that she lives in a new place where no one knows her or her past. She is thriving and I’m so glad to see it. I’m glad Ari showed up and they decided to give a real relationship a try. I love the sentimental gift of the swing knowing how much it means to her. This series was a great read even though my heart broke for Pip a lot throughout it. Can’t wait to see what you cook up next.

The Ties That Bind 4

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; past brief Fem!Reader Mike Weiss Word Count: 7,204 Summary: After some difficult goodbyes, it’s time for you to discover what comes next. Warnings: Biker AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Undercover detective!Ari. Mike is a bad friend (all the DAs kind of are). Reader is on the periphery of the DAs and kind of just…forgotten 🥺 Reference to a funeral. Dealing with grief & loss. Mentions of drug addiction & rehab. Reader is very forgiving (sorry not sorry). Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Feels. Angst with a happy ending (I think lol). 

A/N: Here we are, the end of The Ties That Bind. I had an absolute blast writing this story. It’s been on my heart for so long, and it was such a special experience to bring it to life. I hope you enjoy the ending ❤️

Devil’s Advocates Masterlist

When you stepped outside of the funeral home, having just finished your father’s private viewing, it was to find all of the Devil’s Advocates, and some of their partners, too, lined up in the parking lot, waiting to accompany the hearse to the cemetery where your father would be laid to rest.

Your breath caught in your chest at the unexpected sight, and you heard Amelia’s quiet murmur of surprise from your left, as Ari gave your hand that was enveloped in his a gentle squeeze from your right. 

As you stood on the steps, just staring in surprise, your vision blurred by tears, Andy and Curtis broke away from the group and moved toward you. 

Like the others, they were wearing their DA jackets over their black attire, each of them sporting a black band on their upper right arm, emblazoned with the notorious devil face that the crew was known for, as well as a white dove that signified the passing of a fellow DA.

Batting away a tear as they reached you, you sniffled as Andy gave you a soft, sad smile. 

“We’d like to ride along with you, if that’s okay? To pay our respects, and to say goodbye?”

“But only if you’re comfortable with it,” Curtis murmured, ducking his head to meet your gaze. “Today is about you and your father, and we can give you space if that’s what you want.”

“No,” you shook your head, blinking back more tears. “I…” you couldn’t help but gaze past them at the group of DAs, some of whom had long since retired and were now closer to your father’s age. “I think he’d really love that.” 

Your smile lasted but a second before your face crumpled, and you were overcome by the reality of the situation, but also the fact that they were actually here, for once.

Curtis didn’t hesitate to reach for you, wrapping you in a gentle hug as Andy stepped close and tentatively touched your shoulder before giving your back a rub. 

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled as you pulled away, your gaze darting between theirs and finding only sadness and understanding aimed your way. “Thank you so much for doing this.”

“We should have done a lot more much sooner,” Andy said seriously. He gave your shoulder a squeeze, looking like he wanted to say so much more but knowing it wasn’t the right time.

A throat clearing sounded behind you, and you turned to find the funeral director giving you a soft smile. “We’re ready to bring out your father.” His eyes flickered to Andy and Curtis, then the others. “Will your guests act as pallbearers to help with transport?”

You blinked, glancing over at Andy and Curtis, both of whom nodded and smiled. So you nodded too, stepping back and watching as the activity picked up around you. 

Curtis waved over a few more of the guys, and they all joined Ari and one of the funeral home attendants to load your father’s coffin into the back of the hearse. 

“We’ll wait for you to pull out behind the hearse and then follow,” Curtis told you before giving your shoulder a squeeze, nodding at Ari and Amelia, and then jogging over to Peaches who was waiting by his motorcycle.

You got a glimpse of your father’s nurse waiting by Andy’s bike, and she gave you a small wave before Ari’s hand was once more gripping yours and leading you to the waiting town car. 

You let out a shaky breath, grateful for his strength and the way his simple touch seemed to keep you grounded as you settled into the back of the car with him and Amelia, and waited for the drive to the cemetery to begin. 

The journey didn’t take long, and the entire way there, the only thing your tired, grieving brain could focus on was the sound of the motorcycles revving and following along on your father’s final ride.

You knew how much it would mean to him to have the Devil’s Advocates–his crew, his family–there to send him off. And even if you couldn’t say the same about them for yourself, you were grateful that they were there for him at least, especially today of all days. 

It felt like a kind of closure that you didn’t even know you needed, and as you laid your head against Ari’s shoulder, your heart felt surprisingly light given your current destination.

A couple of hours later, the town car delivered you, Ari, and Amelia back to your home. 

The day had felt like a surreal blur, and you were sure it would take your exhausted, grief-stricken brain days, if not weeks, to fully process everything that had happened.

It had been a day of goodbyes, some more heartbreaking than others. 

It seemed impossible to move forward without your father. 

And yet, it seemed freeing to move forward without the DAs.

Part of you still couldn’t believe that you were actually leaving Newton, and you thought that maybe it wouldn’t feel real until you were long gone. 

It had been really hard to leave the cemetery knowing that you wouldn’t be back there anytime soon, but you knew your father wanted to stay in Newton, even now. It had always been his home and he had loved it. 

So you did right by him, as best as you could, and you tried to find comfort in knowing that you would take his DA jacket and a few other items with you when you left, and, more importantly, he would always live in your heart, no matter the distance between you and Newton.

“I’m gonna miss you, sweetie.” 

You turned your gaze from your father’s house to Amelia, giving her a small, genuine smile as she stepped close. She watched you with such a soft, warm gaze–a motherly gaze–that you didn’t realize you would miss so much until that very moment.

Swallowing hard and blinking back tears, you told her, "Thank you for everything. I truly don't know how I would have gotten through the past few years without you. Thank you for taking such good care of my father."

"Oh, honey, it was a privilege to be a part of your family for a little while,” Amelia gushed. She reached for you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You're such a sweet soul. I'm rooting for you,” she murmured against your ear before pulling away. “You stay in touch, okay?”

You laughed at her stern look, nodding as you replied, "I will, I promise."

With a final squeeze and trembling smile, Amelia turned, nodding at Ari before she moved toward the curb where her car was parked, and started her drive home.

Like he’d done all day, Ari loomed just behind you as you watched Amelia drive away. You could feel his presence even though he wasn’t touching you, and you couldn’t help but recall–and feel grateful for–the way he had held your hand all day long, and hadn’t seemed to mind how quiet you had been.

He had just stayed close, checked on you often, and remained your quiet, protective shadow–offering you silent comfort and strength–on what was probably the hardest day of your life.

And now? 

Now it was time to say goodbye to him, too. 

When you slowly turned to Ari, he was solemnly staring at the “sold” sign that protruded from the front lawn. 

“I guess this is it then, huh? You’ll be heading off soon?” he murmured, finally turning his sad eyes your way.

You nodded, struggling to meet his gaze, to face all of the emotions you saw flickering in his beautiful eyes head on. 

Sadness. Warmth. Regret. Pride. Want.

Trying to ignore the way the lump swelled in your throat, you glanced up at your father’s house. “Honestly, I think the thing I’ll miss most is the porch swing.” Your lips curved as your gaze landed on it, the oak wood faded from years and years of use. “It reminds me of my dad, but the buyers asked if it could be included with some of the other furniture, and it makes it easier on me, leaving it behind, with moving across the country and all.”

When your eyes returned to Ari, it was to find his sorrowful gaze already fixed on you. He mustered a smile as he shifted closer. 

“It was a nice service,” he said. 

“It was.” 

Your eyes flickered between his, your body involuntarily swaying closer to him–like you were two magnets being drawn together–until you could feel the warmth he radiated, and the faint, familiar scent of his cologne filled your nose. 

The way his scent instantly soothed you had you blinking back more tears. You tried your best to give him a genuine, heart-felt smile despite the way you felt like falling apart all over again, and for an entirely different reason this time. 

“Thank you for being there for me through the worst of it, so I wasn’t–” your voice wobbled but you pressed on, “So I wasn’t all alone.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Ari murmured, shifting closer. His front brushed yours and his eyes were so earnest as he whispered, “I wish we would have met under different circumstances.”

“Me too,” you whispered back, your lower lip quavering as your vision blurred with tears.

The air between the two of you felt charged, like electricity was crackling all around you, and it was the way that Ari so carefully reached out and caressed your cheek with his knuckle and murmured a low, “C’mere,” that had you reaching for him before your brain even processed his invitation.

You pressed your palms against his firm chest, desperate to feel him beneath your fingers one last time. Breath shuddering through you, you sank against him fully, shivering as he tipped your head back with a finger beneath your chin before ducking close to kiss you. 

Ari’s lips moved against yours slowly, like he was savoring the feel of your mouth against his, memorizing the flavor of you, cataloging the soft sound of your breath hitching and the way you burrowed impossibly close as you kissed him back just as ardently.

When at last your lips separated, you lingered against him, pressing your forehead to Ari’s as your eyes fluttered open. There was one more thing you needed to tell him before you said goodbye for good…

“I know that you came here to do a job, but they’re not bad people, the DAs,” you started. “It’s just…the hand they were dealt and they’ve made the best of it, you know? And sometimes…” 

You touched your hand to his cheek, smiling softly as Ari leaned into your palm and pressed his hand atop yours, reinforcing your touch. 

“Sometimes good people do bad things,” you breathed, your look imploring as you gazed into Ari’s eyes. “But there’s more to them than that. They’ve always protected this town, and I truly believe that if they had anything to do with the deaths of those two men, it was done for a good reason, likely to keep others safe.”

Ari’s smile was wry, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he huffed a quiet laugh. “You’re still loyal to them, after everything?”

You shrugged, your gaze falling away shyly. “It’s not being loyal to them, it’s being honest to you.”

"You know, I don't think you have it in you to wish ill will on anyone, huh?” Ari murmured. “Not with that golden heart of yours. You even saw some good in me, after everything."

Your gaze lifted to his, your hands touching his shoulders and squeezing. “I just saw what's already there. I don’t think you’re bad either, Ari. I just think you wanted so much to do something good for someone you love that it got a little muddy for you.”

Ari’s breath left him in a shudder as he gently took your hands in his, his thumbs caressing your knuckles as he struggled to find the right words to say. “I’m so sorry,” he started, his voice shaking with emotion as he met your gaze.

“It’s okay–” you tried to assure him, but he cut you off with a shake of his head. 

“It’s not, it’s not okay,” he shook his head again, his eyes growing wet as he went on, “None of it is okay, how I used you, the things I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it, and how I treated you, the motel room with Mike…” he grimaced, looking angry at himself–on your behalf–as he released a shaky breath, met your gaze, and said, “It’s the biggest regret of my life. My job, the case, trying to get justice for my cousin, none of it excuses how I behaved and how I dragged you into the middle of everything. I’m so sorry for hurting you and taking advantage of you. You didn’t deserve it. You deserve to be appreciated, to be cherished, and don’t you ever settle for less, do you hear me?”

Overcome with emotion, you could only nod, a few of your own tears spilling over as Ari raised your hands and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of each one of them. 

He stared at your hands for a moment, then his tear-filled eyes lifted to yours. “You take care of yourself, sweetheart.” His smile was small, and pained, but it was genuine. 

You did your best to return it before nodding, “I’ll try.”

As if he couldn’t resist, Ari leaned in and pressed a final kiss to your lips, his thumb swiping away the tears on your cheek as he hovered close for a beat. His own eyes fluttered when you lifted your hands to frame his face. 

Your greedy eyes drank in his handsome features for a final time as you pet along the edges of his beard, and you desperately hoped that you would always remember the way he felt beneath your fingers, the way his desire for you tasted on your tongue, the sound of his voice as he said your name with that soft, warm look in his eyes.

Stuffing down another swell of debilitating emotion, you finally stepped away from him, whispering, “Goodbye, Ari.”

He watched as you hugged yourself tightly, his throat jumping on a hard swallow, and then he was echoing your words with a quiet, “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

You turned and made your way toward your father’s house, pausing on the porch to glance back at Ari, who was right where you had left him, sadly watching your retreat. 

And the entire time you dug your keys from your purse and unlocked the front door to step inside, you not only had to resist the urge to turn back and glance at Ari one last time, you also felt the weight of his heavy gaze on you, knowing that he would stay right there–your protective shadow–until you made it safely inside. 

The silence in Sergeant Landry’s office was deafening once Ari stopped speaking. 

“Do you mean to tell me,” Landry started, the vein in his forehead throbbing just beneath the sheen of his silver hair, “That after months of being undercover for this case, you have nothing to show for it?”

“Yes, sir,” Ari replied, keeping his tone respectful of his superior despite his short and unsatisfying answer.

“Levinson,” Landry growled, his face cherry red now as he leaned across his desk. “I let you work this case as a favor to your former captain, who fucking vouched for you. He said you’re one of the best damn detectives he’s ever worked with. So you wanna tell me how the hell it’s possible that you have nothing for us to go on here?”

“As I already explained, beyond Weiss being a relapsed addict, the Devil’s Advocates appear to be clean.”

“That’s horse shit and we both know it,” Landry seethed, slamming his hand on his desk as he launched himself from his seat and began to pace. “We need to put away some of them. Give me the leaders, Barber and Everett at least or it’ll be both our asses,” he rounded on Ari, circling his desk to loom over him. “We’ve poured a lot of resources into this, Levinson, and I let you lead this against my better judgment considering your personal stake in this case. You’re gonna let down a lot of people if you don’t pull through on this.”

Ari didn’t flinch away from Landry’s steely, disappointed gaze. He hadn’t often been on the receiving end of that kind of look, or this kind of scenario, in his 20+ year career. He was reliable, he always got the job done. 

Until you.

Ari thought of you then, your sweet features and kind eyes. Your glowing heart of gold that was so tender now after the last few months. 

He thought of all the pain and turmoil he had caused you.

“There’s only one person I care about letting down, sir, and it isn’t you,” Ari said, rising from his seat.

“You’re fucking fired!” Landry hissed. 

“Yeah, I figured,” Ari shrugged. He turned on his heel, stalking toward the office door. As he reached it, he paused, glancing back at Landry. 

Ari did feel badly for letting him down in this way, especially after his former captain had vouched for him. He also had an idea that would maybe divert attention away from the Devil’s Advocates, even though he highly doubted they actually deserved the assist. 

But you did. 

You deserved everything.

Especially some peace of mind. 

“Word on the street is it was an inside job,” Ari said. “There was a lot of discontent brewing between Loguidice and some of his underlings. I was gonna look into the East Street Gang next, so, maybe start there. Good luck, sir.” 

Ari didn’t wait for Landry to reply before slipping from his office. He had one more stop to make before leaving the Newton Police Department for good. 

He took the elevator down a floor, arriving at the Narcotics department. Weaving through the arrangement of desks, he reached the far corner of the room, looming over the one person in this precinct who owed him a favor. 

“Hey, Diskant,” Ari greeted with a grin, perching on the corner of his old friend’s desk. 

Paul Diskant just rolled his eyes. “Whatever it is, no.” 

“Come on, just a small favor, an easy one, I promise,” Ari murmured. “You’ll be doing something good, helping some people out, I know you live for that hero shit.”

Huffing, Paul sank back in his seat, eyes narrowed as they fixed on Ari. “What do you need?”

Grinning, Ari leaned close, speaking quietly so only Paul could hear his request.

Mike had just leaned over the small mirror, a rolled up dollar bill aimed over the white line of powder, when a loud banging jarred the door of his motel room. 

“Goddamnit,” he hissed, rising to his feet and rushing over to answer the door. His furrowed brow smoothed at the sight of Ari standing on the other side, his eyes going wide in question. “Uh, hey, what are you–”

Ari shoved past him, tossing a large brown envelope on the closest unmade bed. “Pack a bag, Weiss.”

Still frowning in confusion, Mike swung the door shut before moving toward the bed. He scooped up the envelope and pulled free its contents. 

His face paled at the number of surveillance photos of himself as well as a number of everyone else in the inner circle of the Devil’s Advocates. 

Just because Ari wasn’t able to gather more than circumstantial evidence on the DAs didn’t mean that there wasn’t dirt to uncover. And if the way Mike was suddenly sweating and fidgeting was anything to go by, he was scared as fuck that Ari had done just that.

Because of him.

"Y-you're a cop,” Mike breathed.

"I am,” Ari moved closer, shoving a finger into Mike’s bare chest. “And you let me into the fold, vouched for me without vetting me at all. Because all you cared about was getting your fixes whenever you needed them.”

Mike swallowed hard, his frightened gaze meeting Ari’s. "What do you want?"

"I want you to get clean, for good, for her."

"What?" Mike blinked at him, clearly not following, because Ari’s response was probably the last thing he expected. 

Ari said your name. "She cares about you, has her entire life, even though you don't deserve it. I know she'd be devastated if anything happened to you, and she's been through enough pain and loss. So, you're going on a little trip." 

Ari reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pamphlet for the drug rehabilitation facility a few states away that Diskant had lined up for him. He none too gently shoved it at Mike’s chest. 

"You're gonna get clean, for good. And I swear to god, Mike,” Ari gritted. “If I hear that you've fucked up again, that you’re using again, I will put you behind bars for life, and I'll make sure the rest of your crew goes with you."

Mike stared down at the pamphlet in his hand, looking dazed as his eyes lifted to meet Ari’s. "You wouldn't."

"I fucking would,” Ari sneered. “So for once in your miserable life, do the right thing and think about someone else other than yourself. Pack a fucking bag, we leave in ten."

He didn’t give Mike a chance to respond before he stormed from the motel room and left Mike to stare after him, completely and utterly shellshocked.

Six Months Later  

You finished rinsing your mug, setting it on the draining board as your eyes raised. Your gaze caught on movement outside of your kitchen window, and you smiled as you spied a hummingbird eating from the feeder in your backyard.

It was a small yard, but lush, and you had spent a lot of time in it over the past six months, making it your own. You’d had new pavers put in, and there was a cozy outdoor seating area arranged around a fire pit.

Once you had bought your sweet little bungalow in the Pacific Northwest–instantly in love the first time you had seen its colorful, burnt orange exterior–you had poured yourself into making it the home you had always wanted.

Your home, a place where you felt like you were meant to be, where you were beginning to thrive.

It was as if in creating your new home, you were recreating yourself, letting all of those old pieces of you that no longer felt good fall away.

Although the pain of losing your father certainly hadn’t gone away–and some days were much harder than others–having your new peaceful haven helped so much. 

The little Oregon town you now found yourself in was somehow both sleepy and bustling. You were tucked away from the big, busy cities, but still the ocean and other pockets of nature you felt yourself craving were only a drive away. 

It felt good to be part of a community, too, to be seen and acknowledged. A few of your neighbors had even introduced themselves and brought you some meals and treats as welcome gifts. Some of the small business owners in town knew you by name now, and when you stopped in the diner for a meal, they knew which booth was your favorite.

You yourself were a small business owner now, too. 

Your remote executive assistant business was just getting off of the ground, but you already had a handful of clients, and it felt good to have something of your own, and the freedom and flexibility that went along with it. 

Just as you were right now, you found yourself smiling to yourself more often, always in awe or grateful of something, and sometimes you were even in awe of yourself - that you had done something big and scary in moving away, in starting over, in putting yourself first for you.

While everything that had happened in Newton before you left had been awful and painful–and you were still working through a lot of it in therapy–it had been the wake up call you needed to stop being an unhappy spectator in your own life. 

Still, there was one thing you found yourself missing from Newton, well, one person, more like. 

As your fingers strayed to your lips and lingered, your mind conjured up memories of shaggy brown hair and a thick brown beard. Of being kissed breathless, of your body being worshiped until your brain couldn’t function, of feeling so good that it was like a soul-shaking awakening each and every time your back arched as you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure…

Sighing, you shook those thoughts away, trying to distract yourself from the all too familiar yearning stirring within you by trying to decide how you wanted to spend your Saturday. 

You hadn’t been to the farmer’s market in a few weeks, so that could be fun. You remembered the flier you had seen on the diner bulletin board for a new book club starting at the library soon, and you were tempted to stop by to sign up for that, too. 

You were suddenly jarred from any further musings by a knock at your front door.

Smoothing a hand down your oversized sweater and leggings combo, you hurried from the kitchen, through the living room, and to the front door. Your lips were already tilted into a smile when you pulled it open, and then you instantly froze.

Because Ari was standing on your doorstep.

He looked even better–and bigger–than you remembered, a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and his hands tucked into the front pockets of his worn jeans. His wide chest stretched the front of his flannel shirt, and your eyes strayed to where the top few buttons were undone and put some of his dark, coarse chest hair on display. 

Your shocked mind was still processing his sudden appearance, but your body was already celebrating Ari’s proximity, a pleasant warmth slowly consuming you as your belly fluttered with excitement and something deep inside of you flickered to life for the first time in months. 

“Ari,” you wisped his name, sounding as shocked as you probably looked, if Ari’s fond smile was anything to go by. “What are you doing here?”

For the first time since you had known him, Ari looked nervous, shifting his weight as he cleared his throat before speaking. “I uh left the force a while ago, got fired actually, right after you left.”

“Fired?” you echoed, brows furrowing in concern. 

“Yeah, they weren’t too happy with my work on the case and the way I didn’t have anything to show for it.”

Your tummy fluttered even more, part thrill and part anxiety as you asked, “But what about my recording?”

It was something you had thought about a lot in the months since you had left Newton, your one and only small act of betrayal against the Devil’s Advocates that sat heavy in your gut like lead each time you let your brain spiral about it. 

Because as much as you knew by now that you didn’t owe them anything, you still never wanted to hurt them or cause them any trouble.

“I deleted the recording the night you made it, when you were sleeping,” Ari confessed. 

The wave of relief that came along with his admission was so unexpectedly strong, that your body actually sank with it, and you gripped the door frame as you blinked back the sudden sting of tears. “But…why? Why would you do that?”

Ari ducked his head so his gaze could align with yours, and the earnestness shining in his eyes had your heart skipping a beat as he replied, “Because I didn’t want to hurt you anymore than I already had, and I knew that taking down the DAs, especially on your intel, would do just that.”

“Oh.”

You blinked at Ari in shock, at a complete and total loss for words. You couldn’t believe that after everything he had done, how stubbornly dedicated he had been to the case–to seeking justice for his cousin–that he had destroyed such a key piece of evidence. 

And he had done so for you.

"Mike's clean now, for real. Did you hear?" Ari asked.

"I did,” you nodded. “He texted me a couple of times over the past few months, to make amends." You watched Ari for a beat before concluding, "That was you. You got him to actually go to rehab and really sober up?"

Ari shrugged, keeping quiet, like he didn’t want to take credit for something so huge, so life-changing, so good. 

His eyes flickered around your well-maintained but fairly empty front porch. His smile was genuine when his gaze landed on you again. “Your new home, it fits you, there’s something warm and welcoming about it.”

Your cheeks heated at his praise and you couldn’t suppress your smile as your gaze shyly dropped to the ground. “Thanks.”

“You look really good,” he murmured, earning your shy gaze once more as you peeked up at him from beneath your lashes, feeling his admiration from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. His smile was soft as he added, “You look happy.”

“I am,” you smiled. 

“I hope I didn’t put a damper on that, just showing up like this?” Ari hedged, looking nervous again as a slight furrow formed between his brows. 

“You didn’t.”

“Good,” his smile was relieved as his big body loosened up just a fraction. “I kept waffling on whether or not to come out here. I’m still not sure what I want to do next work wise, but the only thing I was sure of was that I really wanted to see you, as selfish as that makes me.” 

When you remained quiet, squirming on the receiving end of Ari’s fixed stare and the way his words had your insides trilling as you tried to process that he came out all this way just to see you, he shifted closer, his voice infused with a new wash of warmth as he spoke again.

“So, you gonna invite me inside?” 

His playful tone, and the sparkle in his eyes, had you responding with your own teasing tone, “I suppose my home wouldn’t be very warm and welcoming if I didn’t.”

Ari cracked a grin, huffing a quiet laugh that had the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I really missed you,” he murmured as he hedged closer. 

“You did?” you asked, your body rejoicing at his confession, at his proximity, too.

Ari’s grin grew at the surprise in your voice, the way it colored your features. A final step nearer had him looming over you, his body heat warming your personal bubble now as he hummed, “I did.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever missed me before,” you whispered, tipping your head back so you could meet his avid gaze. 

“Well,” Ari rumbled, “I’m not just anyone, I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Your breath caught as what felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarmed in your belly. That pleasant warmth that you only ever felt around Ari blanketed you now, like your very own cocoon of comfort as you felt something else too…

A spark of hope that lit the dark corners of the yearning you had suffered for months and months now.

“You know, I moved out here for a fresh start, but I thought about you a lot,” you murmured shyly. You made sure to meet Ari’s gaze as you continued, “The last time we saw each other, when we said goodbye, you said you wished that we would have met under different circumstances…” You hesitated before speaking the desire of your heart aloud. “Maybe…maybe this could be that. A fresh start for us, too.” 

Something about the way Ari was watching you–how intently–had nerves rising up within you, and you started babbling a little as you went on. 

“I mean, not that there is an us or you even want there to be an us—“ you started to backtrack and then squeaked when Ari surged forward and kissed away the rest of your words as his big, rough hands gently framed your face. 

The onslaught of his lips was passion incarnate, his kisses somehow frantic and lingering all at once. When his tongue broached the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss–to really taste you–he swallowed down your quiet mewl as your hands found purchase on Ari’s hips and you sank against him, as close as humanly possible.

Your body pressed flushed to his felt like a different kind of home, and you reveled in it, your hands smoothing up Ari’s firm back and feeling his strength beneath your fingertips as you eagerly touched your tongue to his.

Ari’s thumb gently caressed your warm cheek as he pressed a final kiss to your swollen lips before he retreated just enough that he could look you in the eye as he breathed, “I do want that.” At your dazed, owlish look, Ari laughed, his smile fond and hopeful as he gave your face another soft caress. “I would love that, sweetheart.”

The familiar term of endearment had your belly swooping with joy, and you nuzzled Ari’s nose with yours, smiling as you pulled away and whispered, “So would I.” 

Stepping back, you held out your hand to Ari, a silent invitation that he readily accepted with the softest smile you had ever received, before he carefully enveloped your hand in his, gave it a gentle squeeze, and followed you inside.

Epilogue: A Few Months Later

The bedroom was lit with the warm morning glow of the sun as your head fell back on a throaty moan. 

Blindly, you reached for Ari beneath you, feeling the warmth of his palms slide against your own as he laced your fingers together and urged you along the path to your pleasure with a rut of his hips. 

You keened in response, riding him harder, your hips rocking and your cunt fluttering as he filled you up perfectly–like he was meant for you–the other half to your whole.

So swept away by the bliss that was mounting within you, you had no idea that Ari was watching you so avidly.

His intent gaze was fixed on you, and he couldn’t help but feel mesmerized at the very sight of you. 

It wasn’t just the fact that you were beautiful as you used him to chase your pleasure, that you were damn right ethereal as the sunlight caught along your skin. It was how confident you were now, how you seemed to bloom more and more each day since leaving Newton.

Since starting this new chapter with Ari.

It had only been a few months since you accepted Ari into your home–and into your heart–but he swore each day felt like a gift, and he tried his damndest to appreciate you the way you deserved, even if–like now–you had no conscious idea of his admiration for you. 

Ari couldn’t help but gather you close to him, his lips desperately seeking your own in a needy kiss. 

You could feel his cock twitch inside of you when you moaned into his mouth, your fingers finding their way to his hair and raking through the soft, brown strands as you bounced on his cock just a little bit faster, just a little bit harder, so very very close to sweet release.

“You’re close,” Ari husked against your lips, giving your lower one a nip as his hand slid down your bare belly. 

When his thumb touched your clit, your breath caught, and he groaned as you clenched around him hard, your rhythm faltering. 

“Don’t stop, sweetheart, you’re almost there,” he rumbled, kissing your cheek as his thumb began to rub circles on your little bundle of nerves. “I am too.”

You whined against his mouth, not quite kissing but staying close, wanting to feel him pant against your lips, wanting to taste his flavor on your tongue.

All it took to tip you over the edge of bliss was for Ari to plant his feet on the mattress and drive up into you hard. 

You came with a delighted shout of his name, you pussy fluttering wildly as pleasure streaked up your spine then spilled through the rest of you. It felt like little sparks of electricity lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings, and the only thing that felt better was when Ari came a moment later. 

He groaned your name as his hands found your hips and held you in place over him. He thrust up into you a few more times, grunting as his cock throbbed and spilled deep within you.

You swore you could feel each and every spurt of his cum warming your insides–marking you as his–and you actually purred like a content little kitten as you collapsed against Ari’s bare chest, your lips curling in satisfaction as you slowly came down from your high.

Dozing as you laid atop him, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart, you sighed happily as Ari’s fingers drew up and down your back. 

“I could spend the entire day like this,” you murmured, your hand reaching for his free one and twining your fingers together. 

“You’re never gonna hear me complain about you warming my cock all day, honey,” Ari teased. 

Giggling, you glanced up at him, your belly fluttering at that warm, wanting look in his eyes, that special gaze he always reserved just for you. 

Even after months of being together, he still made your insides flutter, your heart beat faster, your cheeks warm, and your gaze shy. 

Ari made you happy, too.

Once upon a time, you had started to wonder if you would ever feel this way, if you’d ever find someone who not only saw you but looked at you the way Ari did, who made you feel the way Ari did.

And now here you were, with everything you had always wanted, and the reality was so much better than the fantasies your brain used to cook up. 

Reaching up with your free hand, you gently pet along Ari’s beard, your tone playful as you said, “It may be difficult to get anything done if we’re literally stuck together all day though.”

Eyes dancing at you, Ari smoothed a hand over your head. “Always happy to keep my schedule clear for you, sweetheart.” He leaned down, kissing the tip of your nose. “But I do have a surprise for you, so maybe we can make an exception for just one to do for the day?”

Your eyes lit up. “A surprise?! For me?” Grinning like a dope, you scrambled off of Ari, then out of bed.

Laughing as you grabbed his hand to try to yank him along with you, Ari tossed the covers back and rose to his feet. He swept you up against him, framing your face between his hands. His gaze was soft as he drank in your excited smile, and he ducked close to kiss you slowly, smiling into it as you sighed and sank against him. 

After a moment of enjoying your taste, Ari pulled away, shooting you a wink before turning you on your heels, plastering his front to your back, and herding you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

A little while later, once you were both washed up and dressed, Ari led you toward the front door. 

“Alright, turn around, cover your eyes, and no peeking,” he gave you a faux stern look that had you laughing as you turned toward the door, closed your eyes, and then covered them with your hands for good measure.

“Good girl,” Ari murmured against your ear, chuckling as you shivered at his husky praise.

“If you want to give me this surprise anytime soon, you better stop that right now,” you huffed.

Laughing, Ari opened the front door, his hands settling on your shoulders as he guided you outside onto the porch. He turned you to the right, pressing a kiss to your crown before stepping around you until he was facing you, but just off to the side, so he didn’t block your view. 

“Okay, sweetheart, open your eyes,” Ari instructed. 

Letting your hands fall away from your face, you opened your eyes, glancing at Ari and his warm smile before your gaze shifted to the side and you gasped loudly at your surprise.

It was a porch swing, and it was nearly identical to the one you had had in Newton at your father’s house, the only difference being it was clearly brand new. 

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, touching a hand to your heart as you slowly moved closer to the swing. “Where did you get it? It looks just like my father’s.”

Ari’s gaze was soft as he watched the way you gingerly ran your fingers along the arm of the swing, the way you still clutched a hand to your chest, clearly touched.

“I made it,” he answered. 

You turned to gape at him, happy tears gathering in your eyes as a lump of emotion swelled in your throat and you launched yourself at Ari.

He laughed quietly at your enthusiastic hug, embracing you back and smoothing a hand along your spine as you sniffled against his chest. 

“Thank you,” you trembled as you pulled away to look up at him. Your smile was genuine, if not a little wobbly, and your eyes flitted back to the porch swing. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“I would do anything for you,” Ari murmured, chuckling as you caught his hand and tugged him over to the swing. 

Your smile grew bigger as you sat on it, your hands running along the smooth, perfectly stained wood. Grinning up at Ari, you told him, “It’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.”

He sat beside you, arm lifting to welcome you close as you promptly snuggled against him. “And you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.” He kissed your temple, pressing his feet against the porch floor to set the swing into motion.

You were both quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the cozy moment together, the way the sun was shining bright and the birds were happily chattering around you. 

Hand rubbing up your arm, Ari’s low voice washed over you, “I love you, sweetheart, you know that, right?”

Cheeks warming and heart glowing at his declaration, you nodded. Your lips curled into a soft smile and you tipped your face up so you could meet his tender, loving gaze. “I know.”

And you did know it, you felt it, his love for you—how he appreciated you and cherished you—every minute of every day.

And right now, in this moment, you basked in it. 

Nuzzling Ari’s chest as he gently rubbed your back, you gave a joyful little laugh. Hugging him tighter, you sighed your content, enjoying the slow, soothing rocking motion of the porch swing that he had made, with his own two hands, just for you. 

The End

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Let me start by saying this will be chap 2 and 3 combined review. I just wanted to say that it was really fucked I’m how she was in the hospital alone with her dad and no one showed up for her and the one person she called couldn’t be bothered until he wanted some ass. Mike is such an asshole and I’m glad she’s seeing him for who he truly is.

Even though her and Ari started out way different I’m happy to see him having a change of heart when it comes to her. He can see the poor girl has been through so much with no help or support, and all she wants is to feel a sense of belonging and her only tether to anything is gone. I’m glad he’s seeing what she can offer besides what’s between her legs and seeing her for her. Also I don’t for one second believe Andy especially or Curtis they could have found a way to reach out to her and hell Andy’s girl was the nurse at the hospital like seriously she never mentioned anything to Andy about her? The DA’s and they women ain’t shit. Bye Mike take your addiction and shitty job and stuff it.

Sometimes it takes a tragedy to give you clarity. I’m glad she is opening her eyes to those around her and the toxic environment she has been apart of for so long. She’s doing something for herself. I’m loving this confidence that’s growing inside her and seeing her flourish. She can only go up from here. A new start is what she needs.

The Ties That Bind 3

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; past brief Fem!Reader Mike Weiss Word Count: 9,209 Summary: As you navigate an unexpected tragedy, you thankfully don’t need to do so alone. Warnings: Biker AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Undercover detective!Ari. Mike is a bad friend (all the DAs kind of are). Reader is on the periphery of the DAs and kind of just…forgotten 🥺 Mentions of post stroke medical complications, being on life support, and end of life decision making. Death of a minor character. Dealing with grief & loss. Mentions of drug addiction. Oral sex (f receiving). Unprotected sex. Mentions of a size difference. Praise kink. Mild violence (punching). Angst (with a happy ending, I think lol).

A/N: My sweet friends!! I am very excited to share the next part of The Ties That Bind with you! If you haven’t done so already, be sure to read Part 1 and Part 2 first, or you’ll be lost. After this, we have one more part left! Thank you so much for joining me on this journey! ❤️

“Hey.”

You pulled your exhausted gaze from where you’d been gently cradling your father’s hand between your own. You winced as you sat up straight, your body screaming in protest from the way you’d been hunched over in the uncomfortable hospital chair all night, your head resting on the edge of your father’s bed as sleep evaded you and the multitude of medical devices beeped and whirred, keeping the peace of silence at bay.

Blinking the dryness from your gritty eyes, you glanced across the bed to see a nurse checking your father’s vitals. She looked familiar, but your tired brain couldn’t immediately place her.

She met your gaze, sympathy shining in her eyes as she rounded the foot of your father’s bed to stand beside you. You could see her hesitate for a moment before she asked, “Do you want me to let Andy know?"

Ah, that’s why she looked familiar, she was dating Andy. You had met her that night at Jo’s. She’d been kind to you then, too, before she’d been swept away by the group to play pool and have a few drinks, leaving you behind.

“Andy?” you echoed, your voice raspy and colored with confusion. 

She glanced from your father’s sickly, unmoving form, to the ventilator that was keeping him alive.

Despite the desperate prayers you had chanted over and over again all night, he hadn’t woken up.

They said he wouldn’t, that the stroke had been too severe, and they were right.

“Yeah,” she moved closer, again hesitating before her hand touched your shoulder, giving a squeeze of comfort. “I know you have a difficult decision to make, but you don’t have to do it alone.”

It was instant, the swell of tears that blurred your vision, because she was so wrong. 

You did everything alone, even this.

You stuffed that thought down deep, taking a shaky breath as you shook your head and sniffed back your tears. “No, thank you. I've already texted Mike.” You glanced over at your phone that was resting on the small side table, tapping the screen to reveal no notifications awaiting you. Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you mustered a brittle smile as you glanced up at her, “I…I'm sure he'll let everyone know."

"Okay,” she murmured, sounding unsure. She gave your shoulder another squeeze before stepping back. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'm working a double, so I'll be running around but I'll be sure to come back and check on you whenever I can."

"Thank you, you're so nice."

She gave you a sad smile, her eyes flickering to your father once more before returning to you. You could tell how genuine she was being as she told you, “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded at her, resuming your gentle hold on your father’s hand. Avoiding her gaze as you blinked back another wave of tears, you instead leaned into that familiar numbness–your constant and only companion as of late–and just a moment later, you were once again alone with the unresponsive shell of your father.

The hours stretched on, blurring together, the small hospital room becoming more and more suffocating the longer you were there.

But you refused to leave. 

Even when Andy’s girlfriend promised she would sit with your dad while you went home to shower and get some rest, you just shook your head, holding your father’s hand tighter as you avoided her gaze.

You weren’t even sure how long you’d been there at this point. Two days at least? All you knew for sure was that you had signed off on the end of life paperwork a little bit ago, and the decision had been made.

They’d take your father off of life support soon, and then…

Then it would be over.

He’d be gone.

You tugged the scratchy blanket Andy’s girlfriend had brought you higher, resting your head on the edge of your father’s bed. You were so tired, your body was heavy with it, weighed down by your exhaustion, by your grief.

Still, you couldn’t fall asleep.

You wouldn’t.

You had to spend every second that you could with your father before he was gone. Even if he didn’t know you were there, your time with him was limited now–so very precious–because once it was all said and done, you wouldn’t get any more.

Sniffling, you reached for your phone, noting the battery only had about 13% left. You double checked that you had a signal, and you did, a strong one, and you couldn’t help the devastation that rose up within you when you clicked into your text thread with Mike. He had seen the text you had sent hours and hours ago–yesterday–about your father, about being at the hospital and probably missing work, and he hadn’t responded.

He hadn’t called, he hadn’t texted you back, he hadn’t stopped by, and neither had anyone else.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true - Amelia had called you to check in, but she had already done so much for you and your dad, you couldn’t accept her offer to come sit with you for a while. You knew her agency would be assigning her a new client to fill your father’s place soon. That’s just how this stuff worked. You weren’t her priority anymore, and you shouldn’t be.

But it really hurt that Mike couldn’t even spare a minute to check in on you. To simply text you back. And after what had happened between the two of you at the office? Your stomach flipped at the memory, and you shuddered, trying your best to shake it off.

There was no denying the truth now, the hard reality that you had spent your whole life trying to ignore, trying to overcome. 

You were nothing to Mike, to the Devil’s Advocates. 

You had always done everything for Mike, anything he had ever requested, at the drop of a dime, no questions asked, and the one time you needed him, really needed him, needed anyone, he couldn’t even be bothered.

Your entire life, you had struggled with loneliness, with always being on the outside looking in, always being the tagalong, the afterthought, forgotten entirely. 

In that moment, muddling through an unthinkable tragedy and impending loss all by yourself–truly alone–it was a kind of desolation you had never felt before. It was like your insides had been carved out until hollow, and all you had to fill the emptiness was the agony of your solitary, unloved existence.

You took a shaky breath to try to quell all the feelings roiling within you, and just as you went to take another, the door to your father’s hospital room opened, and Ari stepped inside. 

Dread shoved its way to the forefront of your emotional turmoil, and you jolted up in your seat, alarmed as you watched Ari’s concerned gaze land on your father. 

“Please, not here, not now. I told you, I’m not one of them–” you started but he shook his head. 

“That’s not why I’m here.”

“Then…what are you doing here?” you asked warily, your fingers twisting in the blanket as he moved closer. 

“I came as soon as I heard,” Ari murmured, edging around the foot of your father’s bed as he hesitantly closed the distance between you.

You blinked, more affected by his confession than you cared to admit as he crouched before your chair. His blue eyes were warm and so sad as they met yours. Sad for your father, sad for you. 

As much as you had tried to tell yourself–over and over again–that he didn’t care about you, that he was a liar, that he had been using you…

He was here.

Ari was here, and you weren’t alone anymore. 

Something about that realization–along with the gravity of the situation–hit you like a ton of bricks, and it was like everything inside of you crumpled in on itself. The weak, shoddy defenses you had built up to try to get through this, the tiny scraps of strength you had mustered so you wouldn’t fall apart entirely, it all crumbled away in an instant.

The sound that spilled from your lips wasn’t a sob, it didn’t even sound human, the pained wail of despair that escaped you. It was quickly followed by another, and then another, until you were crying uncontrollably, so hard that it hurt, that you couldn’t breathe, as you finally let yourself fall apart, and right into Ari’s arms.

He welcomed you without hesitation, pulling you as close as possible as he held you tight. He smoothed a big hand over your crown, cradling the back of your head as you wept against his shoulder, his words like a soothing balm to your soul as he murmured over and over again, “Shhh, I’ve got you, sweetheart, I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

It didn’t feel real when you stepped inside your childhood home–your father’s home–knowing that he would never dwell within these walls again.

The living room TV would never blair with his favorite shows again.

His old, trusty recliner would never again squeak with his weight.

The rickety dining table in the kitchen would never again host your quiet, two-person meals.

Your father had been the heartbeat of this home–even when his mind and memories began to falter–and now that he was gone, it was as lifeless as his body had been the last time you saw him.

You hadn’t realized you’d been frozen in the entryway, tearful gaze fixed on your father’s recliner in the living room, until Ari’s hand landed on your shoulder.

He closed the front door behind you both, setting your purse and car keys on the nearby side table. 

“Why don’t you go shower and change into fresh clothes?” he suggested. 

You nodded, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you hadn’t been home or showered or changed in nearly three days. You felt so grimy, so gross, your skin crawling with it.

You were on autopilot as you made your way to your room, then through to the connected ensuite. You didn’t even see yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. You didn’t feel the soapy loofah against your skin as you washed yourself. 

You didn’t have any recollection of drying off and picking out the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants you now wore as you once again found yourself standing in the entryway of your father’s home, staring at his empty recliner.

Ari appeared in the kitchen doorway, his brow furrowed in worry as he watched you. “I can cook you something to eat, or order out, whatever you want.”

You shook your head quickly, your stomach churning at the mere mention of food. “Not hungry.”

You didn’t think you’d ever be hungry again. You couldn’t imagine ever feeling anything other than the heavy weight of grief sitting in the pit of your stomach, the sharp knot of dread that blocked your throat and made it hard to swallow or breathe, and the jarring hollowness that rang through the rest of you. 

Ari moved closer, until he loomed before you. His big hands gently cupped your upper arms, his head ducking so his gaze could meet yours as he asked, “What do you need?”

You blinked at him, your foggy brain turning over his words. 

What did you need right now?

To not feel like this, the answer came quickly and without hesitation or much thought at all. 

You didn’t want to feel this way anymore.

The loss, the grief, the devastation, the uncertainty. Just a few of the layers to the blanket of emotions and pain that consumed you. 

Suffocated you.

You just wanted to feel good, even if it was short-lived. Anything to escape the current waking nightmare you found yourself trapped in.

For some reason, Mike popped into your mind. You thought of him that day in the motel room, how he’d been vibrating with excitement, high out of his mind but he had felt good in that moment. 

He had been the embodiment of euphoria, and that’s what you needed right now. 

“Pills or..or that white powder, if that’s all you have, I don’t care! Just a little of what you gave Mike,” you babbled, your lashes fluttering as you focused your gaze on Ari.

His eyebrows shot up, his head already shaking his descent, but he didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were grabbing the front of his shirt.

“Please,” you trembled, squeezing your eyes shut so no more tears could escape. Your fingers curled into the front of Ari’s button up as you pressed close to him, resting your forehead against his chest as you begged, “I won’t tell, I promise. Just…I just want to feel good, please. I just want to forget. I just want to forget about,” your voice broke and you swallowed. “I just want to forget about my dad, and about Mike, and how none of them care, they didn’t even care that he was dying, that I was all alone, please.”

“Honey, that’s not what you need right now,” Ari said gently, his hand rubbing your back as you whined at his resistance to your one request.

Maybe that’s why your brain so stubbornly fixated on this idea, this one request, because you never asked anyone for anything, ever. And this one time–just this once–you needed to be taken care of!

Why wouldn’t he help you? 

How come no one ever helped you? 

“Just this once, please!” you were crying again as you tipped your face back so Ari could see the look of pleading in your eyes. 

When he started to shake his head again, looking dead set on his answer, your brain grew desperate, going into barter mode.

“I’ll tell you about the DAs, the only real thing I know!”

Intrigue flashed in Ari’s gaze, but he still shook his head, his jaw set as he said, “I’m not giving you anything like that, that’s not what you need.”

“It is! Come on! This is why you’re here, this is the whole reason why you’re here!” Your voice was high-pitched now, tinged with a hysterical kind of frustration as you snatched Ari’s phone from his shirt pocket and held it out to him. “Unlock it, record me, I want to tell you! I’ll tell you this and then you can just give me a couple of pills, and it will be good. Everything will be good! I’ll be good!” 

When Ari didn’t move, just stared down at you sadly, you huffed, tapping on his phone screen and aiming it at his face until it unlocked. You scrolled through his apps until you found the voice recording one and tapped into it, starting a new recording as you quickly began to babble. 

“All I know is a few days before they found the bodies of those two gangsters you keep asking me about, Mike got a call at the end of the work day. It was from Andy, and he was talking so loud that I could hear the entire conversation. He told Mike to meet him somewhere just outside of city limits, and to come packing, and that he needed to come now! And then a few days later the remains were discovered, and and Andy’s girl, it had something to do with her, they tried to hurt her, I think, and she didn’t come around for a while, but she seems okay now. She was at the hospital when my father…” your voice faltered, tears streaking down your cheeks as you began to lose steam. “And she’s so nice, so…so she needed their help, okay? And, and that’s all I know.”

Your finger trembled as you clicked off the audio recording and shoved Ari’s phone back into his pocket. 

“So, please, now it’s your turn! Just a little, and I promise I won’t tell, I won’t get you in trouble, I wouldn’t–”

“I’m not giving you any of that poison!” Ari snapped. “You’re too good for that.”

“Please!” you quavered, shaking him, or at least trying to, but he was so much bigger than you that he didn’t move an inch. “I…I hurt. I just need to not feel like this, please! I don’t have anything left. I don’t have anyone. I don’t have anyone.”

“You have me,” Ari whispered, gently cradling your face between his hands.

“You don’t want me,” you wailed, trying to recoil from his soft touch. “No one wants me. No one ever wants me, and the only person who ever truly loved me is gone! “

“I want you,” Ari said vehemently. He tugged you closer, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes burning into your own as he said, “I’ve wanted you since that first night at Jo’s. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, because of who I am and why I’m here and how we met. Because of everything I’ve done to you, the way I’ve treated you, the way I’ve hurt you. I don’t deserve you, but fuck, sweetheart, I want you. I want you.”

Your breath caught in your chest at Ari’s words, at the way he was watching you, with such an intent desire and yearning that it had something warm and welcomed blooming to life in your chest.

A spark of what could be your own euphoria. 

“Show me,” you whispered, leaning into him, clutching him tighter. “Please, Ari. Please, make it go away. I don’t want to feel this way. I just want to feel good. Please make me feel good?”

You saw the internal battle wage in Ari’s eyes. They really were the windows to his soul, and they always had been. When you tipped your face up and just barely touched your lips to his, begging him with another soft, trembling, “Please, Ari, I need you,” you saw the surrender flash in his gaze just a beat before he was kissing you.

You gasped as he kissed you with the kind of frenzied passion that had your body coming to life one nerve ending at a time. A second later, Ari had you backed into the nearest wall, his tongue sweeping past your lips to touch your own, as you pawed at him just as desperately, his addictive flavor bursting all along your tastebuds.

When your hands fell to fumble with the front of his jeans, Ari tore his mouth from yours, his forehead resting against your own as he panted, “Wait.”

You whined at the thought of him changing his mind, at being left unsatisfied and feeling unwanted–yet again–but then Ari gently caressed your warm cheek and pressed a much more innocent kiss against your pouting lips. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” he husked. “I really wanna take my time with you, sweetheart, make you feel as good as you deserve.”

Your vision blurred with relieved tears as you leaned into him, your hands holding onto Ari’s back for dear life. You just took a moment to breathe him in and drown in his presence, his proximity, his care. 

Then you murmured an answer to his question, and soon you were tucked away in your bedroom together. 

You were delightfully dizzy as Ari pressed you back against your closed bedroom door, his big hands so careful as he cradled your face and kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world.

There was a franticness to his passion for you, which belied the gentleness of his touch, and you wanted to get lost in this feeling forever, being so swept up by someone else’s desire, for you.

Ari finally dragged his mouth from yours, humming in carnal satisfaction when you turned your face away to catch your breath. His lips touched the curve of your jaw, traversing a slow, careful path down your skin. When his mouth reached the side of your throat, he lingered, his lips pressing soft kisses wherever he could reach, his tongue sneaking out to taste the flavor of you, and his beard prickling your skin in a way that had your cunt throbbing and your thighs pressing together. 

When he sucked a bruise against your throat, you moaned, your fingers curling into the worn denim of his button up as you yanked him closer. Tipping your head back to give him more room to work, your eyes fluttered shut on the airy sigh of his name, and you could feel Ari’s groan against your neck in response.

“Can I take this off?” he husked, tugging on the hem of your oversized t-shirt.

You nodded so quickly your vision swam, and Ari grinned at you, his look so boyish and pleased–so playful and wanting–that it had your stomach swooping and tears burning at the back of your eyes. 

Because this was what you had always craved when it came to intimacy and sex.

No ulterior motives, no emotional blocks, no feeling used then discarded.

Just another person captivated by you, lost to you, wanting you just as badly as you wanted them.

A new wave of desperate desire washed over you as Ari lifted your t-shirt. You raised your arms to help him draw it from your body, your insides clenching at the way his eyes were so dark with lust, so hungry, as he eyed your bare breasts. You didn’t even have a chance to feel shy or vulnerable or get into your own head before he descended on you.

You gasped as Ari’s mouth zeroed in on your breasts, his lips tugging one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth to lave with his tongue as his big hand gently palmed the other side of your chest. You whined soft and sweet for him, your hand flying to his head, fingers gripping his hair as your back arched as you offered more of yourself for him to worship, begged for it wordlessly as you writhed against him, never wanting this feeling to end.

Ari took a moment to pay some attention to your other breast before he sank to his knees before you so his mouth could continue its descent down your trembling body. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he pressed gentle kisses along your belly, his fingers curling into the waistband of your sweats.

His smoldering gaze lifted then, realigning with yours, and he didn’t even need to speak before you were answering the question shining in his smokey gaze with an eager nod of your head. 

A beat later, both your pants and panties were tossed aside, and you were completely naked now as Ari guided your leg over his shoulder, spreading you open with a throaty groan of admiration as he gazed at the warm, wanting place between your thighs.

“Sweetheart,” he was as breathless as you felt as his hands smoothed up your inner thighs. “You’re so pretty, so soft…” Ari’s hands mirrored the reverence in his voice as he framed your cunt before tugging your folds apart with his thumbs and leaning in. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Moaning, your hips tilted, your face burning like the sun as you dropped your head back against your bedroom door and waited with bated breath for that first touch of Ari’s mouth to your pussy.

He didn’t make you wait long, the humid warmth of his breath fanning over your core a split second before his tongue dragged up the cut of you and tore a wordless keen of delight from the back of your throat. 

You could feel him groan against your cunt as his tongue did another lap, his voice all grit and gravel as he told you,  “You taste so good, honey, I’ve been dying to have your flavor on my tongue again.”

It felt like something inside of you was soaring to new heights of bliss as Ari dove in, worshiping your pussy with his mouth, taking his time to tease you with slow, heavy drags of his tongue before he was circling your throbbing clit with his lips and sucking until you were rutting against his face, egging him on.

You didn’t even realize that you were chanting his name until your words were interrupted by a throaty moan when Ari’s tongue focused on your drippy, clenching hole. Your breath caught in your chest as he worked his tongue inside of you, teasing–sin incarnate–as his chest rumbled with his own delight as a litany of breathy, high pitched keens fell from your lips without relent. 

“Let go for me,” Ari husked once he pulled away. 

He kissed your cunt just as tenderly as he would kiss your mouth before he sank two thick fingers into your pussy, curled them, and started to work that spongy spot inside of you that had sparks of ecstasy crackling all along your body as your thighs began to shake.

“That’s it, honey, lose yourself to it, let it feel good,” Ari encouraged, his tongue lapping at your clit for a beat, kitten licks that had you crying out, mindless and just on the edge. “You deserve it sweetheart, you deserve to feel good.”

You sobbed as your orgasm finally broke over you, the utter carnal delight of it igniting deep in your core before rushing through the rest of you like a raging wildfire far beyond your control. 

Everything else around you melted away, your mind going blissfully silent and hazy as your body trembled and tensed with each new wave of pleasure that washed over you. As the last dregs of your ecstasy faded away, your knees buckled, your body loose and pliant as Ari caught you against him easily and arranged you in his lap as he sat back on your floor and held you against him.

Still trying to catch your breath, you laid your cheek on his shoulder, loosely hugging him as his big hands gently stroked your back, his nose snuffling along the side of your throat and earning a giggle for his silliness. 

You could feel the curl of Ari’s lips against your neck as he pressed a kiss there, before you straightened so you could see his handsome face. 

He just watched you for a long, quiet moment, his eyes so warm that your belly was fluttering all over again. Your innate shyness finally creeped up on you as you remembered you were naked as you sat in his lap, and he was still fully dressed, much to your chagrin. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Ari said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So sweet.” Another kiss on the tip of your nose. His lips found your warm cheek next, kissing there, too, his voice pitched low as his next words washed over you, “You drive me so crazy, the way you’ve taken me over.”

You were pleasantly overwhelmed by his words, his praise and compliments, your hopeful mind latching on to one thing in particular. “You think I’m beautiful?”

He smiled at you, smoothing a hand over your head. “I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart, inside and out.”

Shy gaze falling away, you leaned in close, hands finding purchase on Ari’s broad shoulders as you whispered, “I think you’re beautiful too. I thought so since the first time I saw you.”

“Ditto.” He tipped your face up with a lone finger beneath your chin, his lips finding yours for another sweet kiss. 

Something about the way he kept his eyes open for this kiss had you doing the same, and it just struck you again in that moment, for what had to be the millionth time since you met Ari, that he was so painfully handsome.

And now you got to bask in it up close. 

You touched your hands to his face, carefully framing his beardy cheeks as you allowed your gaze to flicker all over his perfect features. His warm eyes, his perfectly straight nose, the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks that you only now noticed, so close to him for the very first time. Your thumbs caressed along the edges of his beard, and you felt your pussy flutter at the rough scrape of it against your skin, at the memory of how it had felt against your cunt.

“I remember now, that first night at Jo’s,” you said suddenly as the recollection came to you. “As soon as you walked into the bar, you looked right at me, caught me staring at you, and winked. You saw me before anyone else.”

A lump of emotion swelled in your throat, and you stubbornly blinked back your tears, wanting to continue to get lost in this moment, in Ari. 

So you did.

This time, you initiated a kiss, leaning in as your hands maintained their station on his bearded cheeks, tilting your face and touching your lips to his. It was the hitch of his breath in response that had your tongue boldly pushing past the seam of his mouth to touch his own.

You were rewarded by a deep purr rumbling in Ari’s chest, and your cunt throbbed in response. Squirming closer to him, you twined your arms around Ari’s neck, kissing him more desperately now as you felt his hard cock bulging at the front of his jeans and nudging at your center.

By the time you were more gasping against each other’s lips than kissing, Ari was rutting up against you, moaning as his hands fell to grip your hips and guide the rock of your body over his.

When your hand dropped to cup his erection through his jeans, Ari grunted, his nostrils flaring as he met your dazed gaze and rocked up into your touch. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I need to be inside you so bad.”

As he worked on undoing his jeans and digging his cock free, you made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning it and then pushing it off of his shoulders and flinging it aside as your hands returned to his warm, smooth skin.

“God,” you breathed, your eyes eagerly drinking in the expanse of his bronze skin, the flex of his muscles, the dark, coarse hair littering his chest and stomach.

When your gazes next met, you saw your own frantic need mirrored in Ari’s dark eyes, so the two of you worked together seamlessly–wordlessly–lips parted and panting against each other’s as you gripped his cock and guided it to your entrance as his hands held your hips and tilted your body just right. 

The sound you made as you slowly sank down on Ari’s hard cock was the love child of a moan and a keen. Your forehead touched his and your lashes fluttered as your body greedily gripped every rock hard inch of him that it could. Ari gave a rut that had you both gasping as he bottomed out, and he moaned as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him hard in welcome.

“You feel so good, honey, so fucking perfect,” Ari breathed. 

He kissed you hard, with enthusiasm, a thorough tasting of you that had his tongue tanging with your mewl of pleasure as his hands slid up your back, cupped your shoulders, and held you in place as he started to drive up into you slow and deep.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clinging to him as you grinded in his lap, circling your hips and whining your delight each and every time your clit got even just a lick of friction. “Ari!”

“I’m right here, honey,” he groaned, thrusting up into you faster now. “Just for you. All for you.”

One of his hands fell between your bodies, and when his thumb found your clit and began to rub, you keened. Your head fell back, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure ricocheted all throughout your body. That coil inside of you twined tighter and tighter with every drive of Ari’s cock, every swipe of his thumb against your swollen clit.

When his lips found the pulse point in your neck and sucked, you were gone. You came with a cry of pure bliss, your hips rocking hard and fast as you rode Ari through your orgasm, your clit throbbing every time he grunted against the crook of your neck.

Your pussy fluttered with another small orgasm when Ari reached his own peak, your brain going floaty as he groaned your name against your neck and pumped you full of his hot, sticky cum.

You clung to each other for a long moment, both of you panting and shuddering with the aftermath of your ecstasy. 

You were already well on your way to total exhaustion, your body so thoroughly wrung out in the most amazing way, that you couldn’t help but be impressed when Ari managed to stand with you still clinging to him, full of him, and moved you both toward your bed.

He set you down gently, stealing another kiss before he stepped away to finish undressing. Once he was as naked as you, Ari grinned at the way your eyes widened to find his cock still hard and standing tall and proud against his stomach. 

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” he winked, joining you in bed and stretching out over your boneless body.

He rained more kisses down on you, the embodiment of patient passion as he took his time to drink from your mouth until you were gasping for breath and squirming all over again. 

“My insatiable little sweetheart,” he teased, eyes sparkling at you. He huffed a laugh when you whined and buried your face against his chest to hide. 

Pressing a kiss to your crown, he eased away from you. You didn’t resist as his big hands guided you over onto your belly, shooting him another wide-eyed look over your shoulder that had him aiming another boyish grin and wink your way. 

Tension from the unknown slowly melted away as Ari took a moment to kiss a path down your spine. Starting to learn what you liked now, what made you desperate, Ari’s mouth found its way back up to your shoulder, his lips teasing the soft curve for a moment before he was kissing and sucking along the side of your neck, making you gasp and mewl as you writhed against the blankets.

When Ari’s big, heavy body blanketed your own, his front pressing flush to your back–his full weight settled against you–it was like a switch flipped in your brain, and you just went absolutely pliant for him. 

“Yeah, there you go, sweetheart, just relax for me. Let me take care of you,” Ari cooed against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. 

Your fingers curled into the blankets at either side of you as Ari rutted against your ass. When you spread your thighs for him, he hummed, kissing your temple as he breathed, “Good girl,” against your skin.

You shuddered, your pussy fluttering at his praise, and a second later, the mushroom tip of his cock was catching on your entrance, and then he was slowly sliding into you. 

Moaning as he split you open, your lips parted, your mouth hanging open at the exquisite stretch and burn, especially in this position. Ari’s cock felt even bigger than before, and you swore it hit every sensitive spot inside of you before he was finally settled to the hilt.

“Christ,” Ari hissed. His forehead dipped to the back of your head, his weight rested on his forearms at either side of you. “You’re so fucking tight, I don’t think I’m gonna last long this way, honey.”

“I don’t care,” you wisped, whining as you fisted the blankets beneath you and squirmed. “Please, just make me cum again.”

Ari wasted no time in doing just that. He kept his nose tucked against your neck as he fucked you with hard, deep strokes. Your bed creaked with each one of his thrusts, adding to the symphony or ruin that filled your room, the slap of flesh against flesh, Ari’s guttural groans and grunts, your own throaty keens and gasps.

When he dug one of his hands beneath you, pressing against your low belly, the tips of his fingers just teasing your clit, you made such a sweet, startled sound of visceral delight that you could feel Ari’s cock twitch and throb inside of you in response.

“God, honey, you keep making all those sweet, sexy sounds, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, rocking beneath him, desperate for more friction and on the edge of another orgasm. “Feels so good.”

Groaning at the way you slurred your words, how blissed out you sounded, Ari doubled down, his fingers swirling against your clit as he rutted into you over and over again.

Before you knew it, you were keening another glorious orgasm, your muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing as bliss danced all along your body, fully invaded your mind.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Ari panted, his voice tinged with desperation now as he drove into you with enthusiasm, his hips pounding against your ass over and over again until you were crying out for him one final time as your body shook with one last wave of delightful pleasure.

Shouting his own release, Ari drove into you hard and lingered. Distantly, you felt his cock swell and twitch inside of you, felt the hot flood of his spend–of his pleasure, from you–as he groaned in ecstasy and pumped into you a final few times.

You were so beyond floaty as his big body sagged against you, your lashes fluttering as your eyes closed and stayed that way. You didn’t think you could move even if you tried, feeling like an actual puddle of post orgasmic bliss as you sank heavily against the mattress and felt the call of sleep more than you ever had before.

So out of it, you weren’t fully aware of the way Ari rained soft kisses along your shoulders before finally moving away from you. The way he lingered at your side for a moment, petting your head and watching you with the softest gaze imaginable. How he so gently cleaned you up and disappeared only long enough to get you a glass of water before returning. 

You were half asleep when he sat you up and made you drink a few mouthfuls, smiling at how you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as you snuggled into his side after.

“Please, don’t leave me,” you mumbled as your fingers curled in his chest hair and you went lax against him. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ari promised, smoothing a hand over your head. 

By the time he leaned over to return the glass of water to your nightstand, then turned back to you, you were completely passed out against his chest, your breathing slow and deep.

Carefully, Ari settled back in bed, arranging you against his chest before tugging the blankets up around you both. 

He stared down at you for a good, long while, his eyes drinking in your features. Zeroing in on the furrow between your brow, Ari couldn’t help it as he drew his knuckles up your cheek before his thumb was smoothing the furrow away, and you looked truly peaceful for the first time since he had met you.

Even in sleep, you radiated sweetness, a type of kindness and goodness that was so rare, especially in his world. 

It both snuck up on him and didn’t, the moment of clarity. The firm knowing that he couldn’t do it, what he had set out to do. He couldn’t use you to solve this case, he wouldn’t.

You didn’t deserve it, any of it - what Ari had already done to you and what he had planned to do up until now.  

You were an innocent. You were the kind of person that Ari should actually be protecting, not sacrificing in a bid for vengeance for violent offenders like Neal Logiudice and Robert Pronge and to take down the Devil’s Advocates to boot.

Ari’s stomach churned violently when he thought of what he had done to you, what he had put you through. 

It was that burn of self-loathing deep in his gut that sparked his fierce determination to protect you at all costs moving forward.

He would never be able to undo what had already been done, but maybe, just maybe he could make it just a little bit right. He could be there for you now, no strings attached, when you needed him most. 

Ari would find another way to help his cousin, to support her in her time of grief, but it wouldn’t come at the expense of you, your well-being, or your safety.

Mind made up, Ari carefully reached for his phone that he had set on the bedside table earlier after cleaning you up. Keeping one hand pressed to your back, feeling your warmth and softness beneath his touch, he used the other to scroll through his phone apps until he found the voice recorder.

Clicking into it, he didn’t hesitate to swipe at the recording you had made just a few hours ago, his one real piece of evidence that could take down the DAs. Tapping on the red “delete” option that popped up, Ari watched as the recording of your confession disappeared for good.

He felt a sense of peace wash over him as some of the tightness in his chest that had been residing there for months finally started to ease up. Setting his phone down, Ari tucked his nose to your crown, breathing in your soft, soothing scent as he closed his eyes and finally welcomed sleep.

The living room was dark and still–quiet–save for your muffled sobs. 

You were curled up in your father’s recliner, wearing his leather Devil’s Advocates jacket over your nightgown, drowning in his faded scent and lost to your grief as the first peeks of the sun’s rays began to slowly fill the room.

It was a new day, and your father would never see it. 

The simple thought had you crying even harder.

That’s how Ari found you when he emerged from your bedroom, his chest bare and his jeans hastily pulled on once he realized you weren’t beside him in bed.

He paused in the doorway, frowning as he watched you, and it wasn’t until he was crouched just before the recliner and touching a hand to your shoulder as he murmured your name that you realized he was there at all.

“I’m a terrible person, an a-awful daughter,” you hiccuped as Ari gently smoothed a hand over your head.

“Sweetheart, I can assure you, you’re anything but.”

“No!” you recoiled from Ari’s gentle touch, feeling undeserving of it as you curled in on yourself. “You don’t understand - I wasn’t with him when it happened! I didn’t get to say goodbye! I was being horrible and stupid and pathetic with Mike, because he said he wanted me, and I…I was so stupid. I ignored Amelia’s calls, and…” your voice quavered, sounding incredibly small as you finished, “I didn’t get to tell him how much I love him.”

Your own devastation was mirrored in Ari’s eyes as he watched you. His hand touched your knee, giving it a squeeze as he said, “I promise you - he knew. Anyone who spends five minutes with you can tell how much you love your father. He knew and he loved you so much in return, I know he did. You’re the kind of person who’s made to be loved.”

Your face crumpled at Ari’s words and you cried into your hands, feeling both hollow inside and somehow still overflowing with hurt as he reached for you.

This time you didn’t resist Ari’s touch, inching closer and resting your tear-stained cheek on the recliner arm, mourning your father and everything you’d never get to tell him as Ari gently rubbed your back and dutifully stayed with you until this wave of tears ran dry. 

Ari was literally buzzing with fury as he stepped into Jo’s bar.

He couldn’t get the image of you curled up on the recliner, weeping for your loss and the guilt that went along with it, out of his head. 

He couldn’t shake how small and fragile you had looked as you got ready to go to the funeral home to make arrangements—all by yourself—insisting it was what you wanted despite Ari’s offer to go with you.

Ari had done you wrong, he knew that, but these people, the Devil’s Advocates, who touted family and taking care of one another but didn’t show a lick of care for you or what you were going through, they made him fucking sick. 

Which is why as soon as Ari’s angry gaze landed on Mike, Curtis, and Andy at the back of the bar, playing a game of pool and laughing and joking like they didn’t have a care in the world, he stalked over without a second thought.

Mike was the first to see him, eyes lighting up and grin tugging up the corner of his lips as he greeted, “Hey, man–” but he didn’t get much further than that before Ari was cocking his fist back and punching Mike square in the face.

As Mike fell to the floor, Andy and Curtis converged on him as one, and Ari just went on instinct, kicking Curtis away with a harsh boot to the stomach before he turned and threw a punch so hard to Andy’s face, it had the DA leader on his hands and knees on the floor, spitting out a wad of blood a moment later.

“You should be protecting the most vulnerable in your circle,” Ari snarled at him, itching to yank him up by his collar and hit him all over again. “Not fucking leaving them to fend for themselves. Some fucking leader you are.”

“Hold on,” Curtis’ words had a wheeze to them as he grabbed Andy, who had scrambled to his feet and tried to launch himself at Ari. His concerned yet wary gaze met Ari’s as he asked, “What are you talking about?”

Ari snapped your name, sneering at Andy who was shooting him a death glare as he wiped blood from his split lip. 

Curtis shook his head, confused. “What about her? Is she okay?”

“No, she’s not fucking okay,” Ari snapped. “Her father had a stroke and then died yesterday, and none of you assholes could be bothered to even check on her.”

Curtis and Andy whirled on Mike as one, since he was the one who spent the most time with you, and Mike visibly cringed, his face paling and his shoulders hiking up to his ears as he shook his head, "I didn't know it was that serious! She just texted to say he was in the hospital, and we, yanno, fucked a few days ago, and I didn't want to deal with her being weird or clingy or whatever and–"

Ari actually growled as he took a step toward Mike, but Andy beat him to the other man, fists curling in the front of Mike’s shirt as he gave him a rough shake then a hard shove away. "You fucking prick! This isn't how we roll, Mike. And ghosting her, when she needed us? That's fucking cold."

"I-I'm sorry,” Mike stuttered. “I didn’t realize how serious it was.”

“You should have told us,” Curtis spat at him, shaking his head in disgust. “Even if you didn’t want to be around her, I would have checked on her. Jesus, Mike.”

“I’m sorry,” Mike whispered again. He sniffed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides before he shoved them in his pants pockets. “I can go check on her now–”

“Don’t you fucking go near her!” Ari pointed a finger in his face. “You’ve done enough damage.”

Glaring, Mike swatted Ari’s hand away. “Like you’re one to talk?” he scoffed. “You may wanna get off of your high horse, man, because from where I’m standing, you haven’t treated her much better than me.”

Jaw clenching, Ari stared at Mike for a long moment, hating the truth to his words and how they made his stomach churn. Hands curled into fists at his sides, he took a deep breath before shaking his head, because Mike wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth more drama. 

He wasn’t worth blowing Ari’s cover. 

And he certainly wasn’t worth your sweet admiration. 

Mike Weiss wasn’t worth shit. 

Ari turned on his heel and took a step forward before pausing and glancing back. His eyes found Andy then Curtis as he spoke, "All she ever wanted was to be a part of your little clique, but the truth is, you don't deserve her, not a single fucking one of you…”

Turning away from them, Ari murmured to himself, “And neither do I,” as he stalked across the bar, shoved through the exit, and stepped out of sight.

When Mike arrived at the office a few days later, it was to find you standing at your desk, packing up your personal belongings. 

You didn’t perk up at his arrival, or greet him with a smile of welcome. You didn’t even look at him as he set down his bag and coffee in the small waiting area. You just continued to methodically place your things into the box atop your desk as he hesitantly moved closer. 

“What’s all this?” he asked, sounding so unsure that your gaze finally lifted to meet his.

The first thing you noticed was Mike’s black eye, and if you had to guess who gave it to him, the list was fairly short, just one person really. 

The thought of Ari laying into Mike on your behalf made your tummy flutter, not because you condoned violence, or because Mike deserved it–which he did–but because you weren’t used to having others stick up for you.

And it felt good.

There was something else that felt good, too - the decision you had made.

Perhaps it was a knee-jerk reaction to your father’s death, to everything that had happened over the past few weeks, but the thought wouldn’t leave your mind as you had laid awake in bed each of the past few nights, unable to sleep.

And honestly? You had never felt so confident and sure of anything as you did in that moment, when you plucked up your resignation letter from the corner of your desk and held it out to Mike.

Brows furrowing, he gently took it from your grip, his eyes widening and his lips turning down into a frown as he read through your letter to the end. 

For your part, you had it memorized, not because it was an exceptionally well written piece, or because it was short and sweet with zero fluff–because Mike didn’t deserve any kind words or copious amounts of gratitude–but because of what it symbolized. 

You were finally done with being the Devil’s Advocates’ tagalong.

The loss of your father hadn’t just turned your world upside down, it had infused you with a sense of unshakeable clarity. It made you realize that life was so short, so very precious, and you had to stop wasting it on people and places that didn’t even acknowledge your existence.

“I know two weeks' notice is usually the standard,” you told Mike as you placed another item in your box. “But I was hoping you could be flexible with me since I have so much on my plate with arranging my dad’s funeral and everything.”

"Yeah, of course!” Mike murmured, swallowing hard as he placed your letter on the edge of the desk. “Don’t even worry about it.” He shifted his weight, the air between you heavy with awkward tension as the silence drew on for a long beat, and then he spoke again, “Look, pip, I'm sorry about…everything," he started.

"Just, don't, Mike,” you cut him off with a shake of your head, placing the last of your things in the box before looking at him. 

He looked stunned that you were being so short with him, so used to your sweet, eager-to-please nature by now, the way you had always hung off of his every word.

Just another thing about you that he had always taken for granted.

That reminder had your spine straightening as you said, “It just, it is what it is. I don't fit in here, and I never have.” Your voice quavered then, emotion rising up, but you stubbornly swallowed it down. Instead, you mustered a brittle smile as you shrugged, "So now I need to find where I do fit in, and I don't think it's here in Newton."

"You're leaving?" Mike asked, his mouth gaping as he stared at you, stunned yet again.

"Yeah,” you nodded. “I just need a fresh start after everything. I'm going to put my dad’s house on the market, and he had a really good life insurance policy that I didn’t even know about until now. So, he’s still taking care of me in a way and…yeah. I’ll be heading out soon after his funeral.”

Mike rounded your desk, his face as serious as you had ever seen it as he said, "You don't need to go, pip."

"Yes I do,” you replied firmly. “For me.” 

This was the first decision you had ever made that was truly for yourself, for your best interests. 

It wasn’t based on who you thought you should be, for others, but who you wanted to be, for yourself. 

And the person that Newton made you–that Mike and the Devil’s Advocates made you–that wasn’t the person you wanted to be. 

You met Mike’s gaze for a long moment, surprised by the upset straining his features, but strangely satisfied by it too. 

“Thank you,” you murmured earnestly. “For the job and…everything, I guess, even the painful, messy stuff."

“Pip,” Mike trailed off, unsure of what to say, but he moved closer, reaching for you. 

You recoiled instantly, shaking your head as you held out a hand to ward him off. “Don’t touch me, please.”

Mike pulled up short, his cheeks going pink as he shoved his hands down at his sides and whispered, “Sorry.”

Consumed by a feeling you had never felt before, but you had an inkling that it was pride, you turned away from him and picked up your things, rounding the other side of your desk as you strode toward the door. 

When you got to it, you paused, glancing back to find Mike staring at you, his face forlorn. 

“You know, the one good thing that came out of all of this?” you asked. “You helped me realize that I deserve better, to be seen, to be happy.”

Your lips curled at the corners, more of that unfamiliar pride welling up throughout you as you spoke that truth aloud, and then you were turning away, pulling the door open, and leaving the office for the very last time.

Completely unaware of the way Mike stared after you, looking confused and strangely gutted as he spoke a reply that you would never hear, “You do.”

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Can I say I love their banter. I love how she is starting to fall for Steve but refuses to admit it to herself. Refuses to even acknowledge this feelings she locks them up in a vault of her mind. She really is going to make Steve work to become her Alpha. Them sharing her heat will be interesting because I wonder if their dynamic will shift once her heat is over.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,235 Summary: As much as you wanted to kick your own ass for it, you couldn't help but be drawn to Steve. Warnings: A/B/O AU. Explicit language. Mild sexual content. A fucked up verse where omegas are treated more like pets than people. Sassy, emotionally constipated!omega. Doctor!Steve. Lots of feels. Reference to a scar and past physical abuse. Omega in heat.

A/N: Eeeep, so excited to share PT!Steve’s next part with you! If you’re new here, be sure to read their previous installments linked in the masterlist below. Enjoy! ❤️

POUND TOWN MASTERLIST

In the month or so that followed that first night at Steve’s apartment, the two of you had fallen into a new routine together. 

Steve, being the stealth shit that you were learning him to be, no longer left food and supplies for you outside on his fire escape. 

He left everything inside for you, as well as leaving his living room window open just enough that you could easily get inside when he was at work or otherwise out. 

At first, you had scoffed at Steve’s sheer stupidity. 

The idea of him leaving his apartment accessible to a near stranger…it was just outright dumb.

But the longer you had shivered out on his fire escape the first day he had changed up the norm, scowling at the open window and the dark, empty apartment beyond that beckoned to you, you had felt something other than anger and annoyance…

A teeny, tiny part of you–most likely your stupidly naive inner omega–had felt…hopeful.

Touched, even. 

Steve’s actions were so far above and beyond what anyone had ever done for you in your entire life. 

On the one hand, the pessimistic part of you kept returning to Steve to prove your suspicion - that he would get bored of you, of helping you especially, and eventually turn his back on you like everyone else in your life had done.

And yet, you always found Steve’s home awaiting your arrival, and it had been so long since you had real shelter, since you felt safe, since you wanted in a way that didn’t make your stomach churn–that felt thrilling–that you kept returning day after day. 

You just weren’t able to help it and wanted to kick your own ass for being so reliant on another person, on another alpha, of all people.

When you thought about it all too much, your pessimism tended to veer into panic, so you tried to just ignore all the thoughts–and fears–riddling your brain and instead simply take advantage of Steve’s kindness for as long as it was available to you. 

Because the reality was, he’d get sick of giving you handouts, and you’d be back on the streets–all on your own–and struggling to survive in no time at all.

So you might as well take what you could get for as long as you could get it.

Which is why you were currently freshly showered and wearing a clean pair of Steve’s oversized clothes, curled up on his sofa and enjoying the warmth of his heated apartment as you read an actual book for the first time in ages. 

Steve found you just like that a little while later, when he arrived home from work and smiled softly at your presence as he closed the front door behind him and set down his things. 

Before he could even greet you, you were sassing him, “Do you know how easily I could steal from you, Hercules? Strip your apartment bare to make some quick cash? And you’d just be asking for it too, leaving your window open for a complete stranger.”

Steve’s smile was easy as he joined you in the living room. “I think you’re worth the risk.”

His words, and the weight of them–the fact that Steve thought you worth anything at all–momentarily struck you dumb. Then you blurted something you had only ever felt and thought but never spoke aloud before, “I’m not worth anything.”

Steve’s smile immediately fell, his brows furrowing in concern–in sadness–as he replied, “That’s not true at all.” 

Something about the way he was looking at you–so warm and soft and wanting–had your face igniting with the kind of heat that made your belly swoop in response. When your gaze met Steve’s head on, you could see how highly he thought of you shining in the deep blue pools of his eyes. 

His lips parted, and you knew that he was about to say something meaningful, something that might even change things between you, and fear reverberated through your entire being, making you go on the offensive before he could utter a single word. 

“Are you sure you’re a doctor, because you seem pretty dumb,” you scoffed, guiding the conversation back to its origin point and why you were even here in the first place. 

You quickly looked away from Steve’s knowing gaze, fixing your eyes on the book in your hands and not seeing a solitary word on either of the pages before you as the large alpha sat down on the other side of the sofa with a quiet laugh.

“That’s fair actually,” Steve hummed, sighing tiredly as he sank back in his seat. “My ma always used to say that when I prioritized my feelings over my logic, it made me dumb as a bag of bricks.”

You didn’t look at him directly as you snorted in amusement and barely suppressed a cackle, but you could see from the corner of your eye the way Steve rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking exhausted as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. 

It was instant, how your inner omega perked up, absolutely dying to comfort the handsome, gentle alpha who so obviously needed in that moment.

Reciprocate all of his kindness and caretaking in some small way. 

Huffing quietly, you marked your page in the book and set it aside, stamping down the stupid, biological urges stirring within you. 

“What’s wrong with you?” you snapped, eyes narrowed as Steve blinked and rolled his head your way. 

“M’just tired,” he murmured. “I worked a double.”

“See, now your job is taking advantage of your kindness, too. It’s time for you to wise up and stop being a doormat, it’s embarrassing.”

Instead of being angered by your insult, Steve’s lips curled into an amused grin. “I’m happy you’re here.”

When you just blinked stupidly, mouth gaping because you were not expecting that response, of all responses, Steve chuckled, sighing again as he sat up straight. 

“Is it okay if we just order dinner tonight? I’m too tired to cook.”

Noticing the dark shadows beneath Steve’s eyes, you bit back another sassy response, shrugging instead. “Whatever.”

Fishing his phone from his back pocket, Steve tapped and scrolled before handing it to you. “It’s a food delivery app, pick where you want to order from and what you want, and then I’ll pick my own meal once I’m out of the shower.” He rose to his feet. “I won’t be long,” he promised, lips twitching as he watched the way you so carefully cradled his phone in your hands as you frowned down at it. 

You just hmphed quietly, waiting until Steve’s back was turned as he moved toward the hallway to look up and stare after him. 

Once again, you found yourself bowled over by how easily and thoroughly he trusted you, wanted to take care of you, and how happy it seemed to make him. 

And how not angry and quite the opposite of grumpy it made you in return, damnit.

A little while later, your belly was pleasantly full from your takeout, and your eyes were starting to droop as you watched the movie Steve had encouraged you to pick for the both of you. 

Speaking of said alpha…

You glanced over to the opposite end of the sofa to find Steve completely passed out, his head tipped down, chin nearly touching his chest, and his arms crossed as he slept. 

It was the way his big body was slightly angled toward you that had something inside of you swooping and fluttering. It was like he sought you out even in sleep, when all of his defenses were down.

Steve wanted you even when he wasn’t consciously aware of it, and that thought had your insides fluttering wildly some more as your inner omega reveled in happiness. 

You didn’t even realize what you were doing as you reached for the TV remote and turned the volume down, wanting to preserve Steve’s rest.

You just watched him for a moment, assaulted by all of these feelings you couldn’t even name the longer you stared at Steve. Swallowing hard, you ignored the sudden lump in your throat and the way your heart rate picked up as you inched closer to him, keeping your movements careful as not to disturb him. 

Breathing in deeply, your entire body lit up as Steve’s alpha scent filled your nose. You tried your best to ignore the way your pussy fluttered in response, the way it seemed like each and every nerve ending in your body crackled with electricity as you basked in Steve’s presence.

Your gaze was greedy and eager as it flickered over his beautiful face, drinking in his flawless skin, the light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, just how full and tempting his lips were. 

A hank of his golden blonde hair hung out of place over his forehead, and your trembling fingers were reaching for it before your brain even caught up to your intention. 

Your breath hitched as your fingers touched Steve’s soft hair, and you oh so carefully tucked it into place, the hot burn of tears lingering at the back of your eyes as something else rose up within you, something causing you to recoil and want to flee altogether–

Terror.

It scared you how much Steve made you feel, the way he made you want and yearn for the first time in so very, very long. 

The thing that terrified you most of all was how attached you were getting to Steve. How the idea of all of this just being taken away in the blink of an eye–him deciding to retract his kindness and his attention, his obvious desire for you–it made your stomach churn violently. 

It made you want to curl up and cry for the first time in God knows how long.

Shuddering, you inhaled long and slow, trying your best to ignore the way your inner omega was staunchly against the idea of Steve doing any of those things, of him so easily disposing of you. Reminding you how he had done nothing but show you kindness and grace over and over and over again.

Sniffling, you shook yourself, desperately needing some fresh air, some space, to think and recalibrate and just take a break from Steve and all of these new feelings he had surging within you.

Yet as firm as you were on your need to leave and get away for a little while, you found yourself lingering, looming over Steve as he continued to sleep on the sofa, completely unaware of you and your turmoil.

And that it all stemmed from him.

Again, you found yourself moving before your brain caught up with your body, and it was like an outer body experience as you watched yourself tug the throw blanket from the nearby armchair and carefully drape it over Steve’s large frame.

He slightly shifted in his sleep, sighing in content before just the hint of an alpha purr rumbled in his chest as he got a whiff of your scent, and you all but bolted toward the cracked window to get away from him and his response to you.

As you eased the window up, grateful for the silence that accompanied your actions, your heart hammered away, your chest clenching tightly as you stole one final, longing look at Steve before ducking outside and out into the cold, dark night, alone.

The next day, when Steve stepped inside his apartment after running some errands and found it empty, the same disappointment he had felt that morning when he awoke to find you gone rose within him once more. 

Because the truth was, he really missed you when you were gone.

Steve knew that he was becoming extremely attached to you, irrevocably so. Those moments when he found you awaiting him at home after a long, exhausting day at work, or when you shimmied your way inside his living room at night to join him in watching mindless TV - it was like his whole world instantly lit up.

Because of you.

So in those moments without you, his world seemed just a little bit darker, his mood just a little bit duller. As much as Steve knew it was likely a fleeting thing–you being here and visiting him–he was so greedy for each and every second of it. 

Sighing, he moved into his kitchen and began to put away his groceries. He was so absorbed in the task at hand, at trying not to think about you and yearn for you–especially since you weren’t even close to being his omega–that Steve didn’t even realize you had stolen into his apartment from the fire escape until your voice was sounding from beside him and making him jump in surprise. 

“What’s for dinner tonight, Hercules?”

Steve’s startled gaze shot to you, and the way your face positively lit up with deviant glee at having snuck up on him and causing such a reaction had you giggling. 

And then you immediately scowled at him, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop any more of those stupid sounds from escaping as your now thoroughly unamused gaze bored into him. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Steve admitted, huffing a laugh as he finished putting the final few items in the fridge. 

“Obviously,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back against the kitchen counter and shot him an expectant look. 

It took Steve a moment to remember your original question, especially with the way he could smell your combined scents on his hoodie that you were wearing. His gaze lingered on you, on how his sweatshirt draped over your much smaller frame. 

At how comfortable you looked in it, in his clothes.

Nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath that had him biting back a groan–and his inner alpha stirring with interest–Steve shook himself. “Uh, I was going to make spaghetti. Is that okay?”

“It’ll do,” you sniffed, trying to look unimpressed at the very same moment your stomach growled loudly.

As your features twisted with annoyance and you glared down at your stomach–the stupid betrayer–Steve softly smiled at you, reaching past you to the recently  replenished fruit bowl and grabbing an apple before holding it out to you. 

You eyed it, lips tilting into a smirk as you snatched it from his grip. “Don’t mind if I do. One of these a day keeps you away, right?” Your eyes sparkled at him as you took a bite, chewing slowly as Steve’s gaze dipped to wear some stray apple juice ran down your chin.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, thumbing up the streak of apple juice before lifting his thumb to his mouth and sucking the juice off his skin. His eyes danced at the way your gaze went wide and you went very, very still, save for the hitch to your breath as you watched him. 

Something about your reaction had him feeling bold, and Steve grinned at you, his words teasing as he hummed, “I don’t think that’s what you actually want, omega.”

Then he winked at you, nearly laughing as you squawked in offense at his audacity, before he turned toward the cabinets and began to gather the dinner ingredients needed to cook for you both.

Like many other nights before this, post dinner found both you and Steve on the living room sofa, half-watching some TV show as you tried not to focus too much on each other’s presence.

Well, tried not to be too obvious about it anyway. 

Feeling squirmier than usual after that apple incident earlier, you didn’t even realize you had started to play with the sleeve of your hoodie, pushing it up until your fingers found the familiar patch of raised skin along your inner wrist.

Your touch mindlessly strayed along the ugly scar for a beat, and then it was like you were suddenly hyper aware of Steve’s presence, and the way he was staring at your scar with a troubled expression twisting his handsome features. 

Feeling a wave of shame wash over you, you quickly yanked down your sleeve, covering your scar before you hugged yourself tightly, unconsciously cradling your wrist against your chest.

“What happened?” Steve asked, his voice quiet as he turned his full attention to you.

You glared over at him, but you couldn’t even really be mad at him, not with how gently he was watching you. It was the fact that there was more concern–not morbid curiosity–gleaming in Steve’s eyes that had you finally, reluctantly answering.

“Just something and someone I’d rather forget.”

There was a moment of long, heavy silence, where Steve just watched you with a look so penetrating that you could feel it down to your very bones, before his quiet voice washed over you.

“You had an alpha?” he guessed.

You flinched at the mere reminder, your stomach twisting violently as he flashed through your mind. 

Just the memory alone had your omega scent souring with fear and disgust, and you shuddered, trying to shove all of that down deep, burying the horrific memories in the darkest depths of your soul, where they belonged.

“He hurt you?” Steve asked, shifting closer.

You glanced over at him, unable to meet his gaze but watching the way his big hands curled into fists atop his thighs. You could tell he was itching to move closer, to comfort you, but Steve knew you well enough by now to know not to do that at all.

That knowing and respect for you–the way he prioritized your want over his–had you giving him an actual answer, again.

“Who hasn’t?” you shrugged, confirming Steve’s suspicions. 

“I never would.” His tone was so vehemently earnest that you couldn’t help but finally meet Steve’s gaze.

His eyes were fixed on you, shining with a myriad of emotions: horror on your behalf, anger at your old alpha, the gentlest of concern for you, and the ardent need to take care of you, to keep you safe.

Your belly fluttered to be on the receiving end of that look, your lips curling at the corners as you hummed, “I almost believe you.”

“I’d really like to hurt your former alpha though,” Steve gritted. “Omegas are a gift to be cherished and protected, it seems like he needs to learn that lesson the hard way.”

You couldn’t help but grin at Steve’s scowl, especially since you so rarely got to see it. “You know what? I’d genuinely love to see that. Pretty sure you could break him in half with your bare hands, Hercules.”

Some of the ire bled from Steve’s features at the playfulness to your tone, at the obvious way in which you were trying to keep things light and move away from this topic of conversation. 

Steve followed your lead, lips tilting into a wry smile as he huffed a laugh. Shaking his head, he replied, “That sounds more like your kinda move, trouble.”

Preening at his response–and the new pet name that went along with it–you couldn’t stifle your grin as you chirped, “Why thank you.”

As was his new norm, Steve was already looking forward to hopefully seeing you before he even cleared the first floor of his apartment building. 

Since it was a Friday, and he had the entire weekend off, he was hoping he'd be able to talk you into staying a little later than usual, maybe even bunking in the guest room to keep you from sleeping outside in the cold. 

Of course he’d made that offer a handful of times already, and you never took him up on it, but you seemed to be growing more comfortable around him–more open with him, too–so Steve hoped that maybe, one day, you would.

It sure would set his mind at ease to know you weren’t out on the street all night long, fending for yourself.

Steve was mulling over how to frame the offer that night when he unlocked his front door and stepped inside his apartment, then instantly froze.

Because his home was flooded with the heavy scent of a desperate omega in heat.

And not just any omega, but you.

The tantalizing smell was so thick that Steve swore he could taste it on his tongue. Your usual scent of crisp apples was at the forefront of the aroma, but now it was tinged with a spicy musk that had Steve’s inner alpha instantly alert and itching to provide.

Steve carefully set down his duffle bag and keys, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside as he moved deeper into his apartment. 

The living room was empty, but he noticed the throw blanket wasn’t on the armchair, and a few of the throw pillows were missing from the sofa as well. Following your scent down the short hallway, he eventually found you in his bedroom, like he expected, as that was where his scent was strongest.

You had arranged his king-sized bed into a makeshift nest, using the pillows and blanket from the living room to add to the pile. You were curled up in the middle of it all, wearing one of Steve’s old college t-shirts as you clutched your stomach in agony. 

The moment Steve’s alpha scent registered in your brain, your head shot up, your eyes dark with lust and need and your face shining with a sheen of sweat as you whined, “Finally.”

“How long have you been here waiting for me, and suffering?” Steve frowned, immediately moving closer as the need to tend to you consumed him.

“Long enough,” you huffed. Weakly pushing yourself up into a sit, you gritted your teeth through another intense wave of painful need before you explained, “I used to have a lady from a local clinic who was getting me suppressants, but that fell through, and I ran out, and then my heat hit out of nowhere, and it’s totally your fault–”

“My fault?” Steve asked, eyebrows shooting up as guilt and happiness warred within him.

Because it wasn’t unusual for heats and ruts to be triggered by courting type situations or the like.

And although Steve hadn’t been blatantly courting you in the traditional sense–because he knew that would drive you away more than anything–it was obvious that the two of you were drawn to each other and there was something there, something special.

You must have been able to smell the happiness on his scent, your own senses heightened, and you gave him the stink eye in response.

“And you came here once your heat hit?” Steve murmured, unable to fully suppress his smile.

“Oh god, can you stop fucking fishing for labels and declarations right now, and just fuck me into a coma so I’m not suffering over here?” you hissed.

Steve’s eyes widened–comically so–and you couldn’t help but laugh before it turned into a groan of pain as you doubled over, panting through it.

“Okay,” Steve shook himself, moving closer and smoothing a hand over your head as you whined in agony. “You’re okay, omega, I’ve got you.” He swallowed, hesitant still despite your bluntness as his hand moved to cradle your sweaty cheek and you surprisingly leaned into his gentle touch. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing out a terse, “Don’t make me beg, because we both know I won’t.”

“I just…don’t want to take advantage of you,” Steve fretted, crouching down beside the bed so he could meet your gaze at your level. 

“It’s just sex, Steve,” you scoffed, the slight tremble to your voice belying your words. “And you were the one who was so eager to help me in the first place,” you glared at him for his kindness, like your biological reaction was his fault. “Well, guess what, buddy? It looks like your handouts have leveled up, lucky you.”

Steve couldn’t help but crack a grin. “Christ, you’re something else.”

“Yeah, and I’m also dying over here, so I need you to alpha up, get naked, and knot me already.”

Your demand–and the unapologetic nature of your need, for him–had a low-timbered growl rumbling through Steve’s chest. When you chirped in response, your breath hitching to boot, his nostrils flared and then he was slowly rising to his full, looming height. 

“Alright, omega, if this is what you really want,” he murmured, tugging his button up from where it was tucked into his pants before starting to unbutton it.

“It is,” you answered, too mesmerized by the glimpses of Steve’s muscular chest that you were getting right now to be embarrassed by the breathiness of your voice. “It’s what I need.”

Steve shrugged off his shirt, his big hands dropping to undo his belt. “Then present for me, omega, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you the way you deserve.”

Swallowing hard as your heart began to hammer in anticipation, and your cunt clenched around nothing, you rose up onto your knees, shamelessly tugging Steve’s t-shirt over your head and flinging it away. 

Then you turned, dropping onto your hands and knees, and for the first time in years, you presented for an alpha.

And for the first time ever, you were excited to do so.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THESE TWO!!!!!! 

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When your tryst goes the opposite way you planned. I feel for reader but at the same time girl what did you expect to happen when you was giving him the good good. You pussmatized that man and he ain’t letting you go ever. He did feel a void she had but now she won’t ever be able to resume her regular life.

talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

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Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

-

Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”

[iwudbutnah]

😍 yes Mr Cavill looking good as hell with them thick as arms.

[iwudbutnah]

That’s turned out really nice and I love the bright yellow. I wish I would have gotten into sewing when all my grandmothers were still living they used to make their own clothes one of kind and I loved it. I need to get back into crafting I miss it just haven’t had the motivation to do it.

WHEW. Im done. I did the thing. I made my moms bag. Still feel a little bad, I promised her two, but she also thinks she needs a new bag whenever she goes on a trip, so I'd say the scales even out.

Here's the pics 😍

Theres still something *so* incredibly cool about staring at a pattern on a piece of paper and turning it into something 3D. I usually work with just cotton fabric so this vinyl was kicking my Black ass 😩😩😩

And boom 💁🏽‍♀️ all done. I have clips on it now so the shape isn't all lumpy. I'll update this in the morning when I give her the bag. But whewwww. I'm glad that's off my head.

Needed this break fr yall. But because idk how to sit my ass down, I also did some work on my website and a lil sumn sumn coming yall way 🥹

I also heard yall miss lil Ole me 😩😍 I feel the love. And I hope to update soon 🫣😌 I also got many, many stories to read. Yall been busy, breaking Terry's back! And I love it 😌🥹

Also here's more pics of stuff I've made chuz why not 🤣

[iwudbutnah]

POV: You caught the microwave on fire warming up hot dogs (why hot dogs I don’t know.)

[iwudbutnah]

Honestly it depends on the fic. I try to read it as myself and sometimes it works other times I read it as an alternate version of me 😂. But I can’t do OC stories as much cause it feels weird. I’ve been reading fanfiction since I was 15 I’m in my 30s now and OCs weren’t popular than so unless it’s a nickname for the character I can read just fine, if she has a full different name it’s hard to read it to me because in my mind as I’m reading I’m changing her name to Y/N. Don’t ask me why idk.

this is a real question HEAR ME OUT. it might sound stupid, but i want to make sure i’m not going crazy.

every time ya’ll see “Y/N” do you guys connect that to your actual name. let’s say that you see it but you don’t read out the letters of “y” and “n”, your brain processes it as your first name. i’ve been reading fanfic for over ten years and it just stuck with me. does anyone else experience that?

[iwudbutnah]

Working on this right now and becoming the best version of myself in every aspect.

my mantra 🧿💕

[iwudbutnah]

I’ve noticed your absence, and I’m happy you took the time you needed for yourself. I’m sorry to hear about your dad and the awful situation that happened to you. May that person get the Karma coming to them for doing such a terrible thing to a friend no less and being a terrible human being to even think of assaulting someone. I have an aunt who has Alzheimer’s and it’s a rough battle to deal with and with it being your dad I know it’s even harder.

Take all the time you need to get YOU to a point you’re most comfortable. We’ll be here waiting on whatever fics you grace us with.

Hiiiiii guys 🙃🙃

Just wanted to get personal with you guys for a bit. Soooo, I haven’t posted much in a bit, and it’s NOT because I’ve stopped writing. I promise I have so many updates. I’ve just been in a really bad depression. So, last year, my Dad got diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. About two weeks ago, we discovered that he doesn’t know who I am, or my name. Between trying to move, find a place for my parents, plan the wedding my husband and I always intended to have, working, helping my parents with whatever they need, working, and being sexually assaulted by one of my best and oldest friends, I just kind of went into a deep DEEP depression. I’ve wanted to post more, but I genuinely just didn’t have the energy. I’m trying to pull myself out of it, and I’m slowly getting out of it 💕 my husband and I just went on our first real vacation in almost 5 years, and it really helped a lot. I’ve been spending a lot of time reading comfort-fics and going to therapy, and I’m finally starting to feel like getting back to things 💕

I’m so sorry for everyone that’s been waiting for updates, or that I haven’t responded to: you honestly didn’t do anything wrong. To everyone that’s checked up on me: thank you so much and I love you 💕 HOPEFULLY, updates will be coming faster and more frequently. I really miss writing and I really miss all of you.

I love you 🥰

[iwudbutnah]

I’m loving this side of Reacher. Him and reader are good for one another. She brings out a side of him that he keeps hidden normally. They take care of each other in their own ways. I like Neagley and her personality too.

BFG (10)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, fluff, love confessions

Catch up here: BFG (9)

BFG masterlist

Legend: Y/M/N = Your mother's name Y/F/N = Your father's name

Frances left after she was sure Reacher came back to stay, and that he wouldn't leave again. You watched them say goodbye. Reacher nodded at Neagley and silently thanked her while she awkwardly looked at him.

You got that both, Neagley and Reacher are not fans of showing emotions or hugs. Still, you knew the moment you saw them interact for the first time that they shared a special kind of friendship.

“Have a safe trip home,” you didn’t shake her hand or hug her. Not because you didn’t want to, though. You figured that Neagley doesn’t like physical contact, and respected her personal space. “If you ever come back, you have a place to stay and free cereals.”

She smiled and nodded. “You better keep Mayor Reacher in line. He can be hard to handle but is a protective giant. He’ll be good to you and the baby.” She leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “If he gets antsy, give me a call. I’ll set him straight.”

You giggled and wished her well. Holding back the urge to hug her, you watched Neagley enter her car and drive away. “What did she say?” Reacher asked. “Y/N?”

“Oh, she wanted me to take good care of you, and your stomach,” you chuckled and patted his belly. “How can you stay so fit, and eat that much at the same time?”

“I’m a big guy,” he said and looked down at his body. “Ma always said I grew big and strong for a reason.” He lifted his big hands to look at them. “Maybe she was right.”

“I know she was right,” you said and took his hands to place them on your belly. “You grew big and strong enough to hold your baby one day.”

Reacher smiled at your words. He nodded, eyes glued to his hands on your belly. You didn’t show yet, but he already imagined you swollen with his child. The baby wasn’t planned, but he wouldn’t want to change a thing.

“So, did you think about names already?” Reacher looked up from the assembly instructions of the new cradle you bought. “Reacher?”

“Uh—no,” he said, surprised that you wanted him to think of a name. Reacher didn’t expect to have a say in this. “Do you already know what we’re having?”

“Not yet,” you said and stepped closer to Reacher. The giant sat on the ground; long legs stretched out to read the assembly instructions. “It’s too soon.”

You looked around the room you wanted to turn into a nursery. Reacher already cleaned out the former guestroom and painted the walls in neutral colors.

Reacher followed your eyes, grinning as you admired the teddy bear he painted on the wall. You had no clue he could draw. “I’m finished with the wardrobe and the diaper-changing table. I am trying to build the cradle now. It seems a few screws are missing.”

“How about a break? You worked all morning,” you softly said, and ran your hand over his shoulders. “I made lunch. Sally Ann and the new girl take care of the diner today. I have the day off and we could talk about baby names.”

“My ma’s name was Josephine,” he said, eyes saddening. “Maybe Joseph for a boy. My brother would be over the moon, or not. He wasn’t very emotional.”

You smiled and sat down next to him to pat his thigh. “I like both. Josephine Y/M/N for a girl, and Joseph Y/F/N for a boy. We can decide after finding out about the gender in a few weeks.”

“That’s good,” Reacher shoved the food you made into his mouth, groaning as he couldn’t get enough. “You’re a great cook too.”

“You hit the jackpot.” You winked at Reacher before putting more mashed potatoes and another steak on his plate. “Eat up, I got dessert too.”

Reacher licked his lips, already imagining something sweeter than dessert. He’d wait until he finished the nursery, of course. “What will we get for dessert?”

“I tried a new variation of my peach pie. You can have whipped cream too.” He kept on praising your food. You sighed all the while watching him eat. “If you don't want to eat peach pie again, I can make a cherry pie or apple pie.”

“I love your peach pie,” he murmured while eating more mashed potatoes. “And your pie tastes great too.”

“You’re naughty,” you giggled and threw your napkin at him. Reacher easily caught the napkin and wiped his mouth clean. “I like it.”

He laughed, deep and rich as you dreamily looked at the giant of a man. Who would’ve thought he’d stay and raise a child with you when he walked into your diner for the first time?

Tags in reblog.

[iwudbutnah]

Talk about a walk of shame. My goodness did he put it on reader, but does he think that this will stop me from pulling this act again? Mr Barber you’re sadly mistaken I’m a brat for a reason. I’d be good for a few weeks and then plan another trip with the girls without telling him. 😂

Mr. Andrew Barber. Soft Dark.

You went on a girls' trip against his wishes and he shows up to remind you who you belong to.

Roo, you deviant, ilu ❤️ And whewie, this one got away from me a little 🫣

The creaky, wooden door at your back rattled with every one of Andy's thrusts. Although it was closed, and the two of you were tucked away in your tiny bedroom in the cabin getaway you and your girlfriends had rented for the weekend, there was no mistaking what the two of you were doing.

Or rather, what Andy was doing to you.

Owning you. Possessing you. Reminding you who you belonged to, and ruthlessly so.

When he gave another hard, deep thrust that had you whining against the palm of his hand that was covering your mouth, his eyes got just a tiny bit darker. His nostrils flared as he grunted and drove into you again, lingering this time.

You could feel his cock throb inside of you as he met your teary gaze.

"Next time I tell you 'no,' you're gonna listen, aren't you, honey?" Andy muttered, sinking close and panting against the back of his own hand as his furious gaze bore into your own.

You nodded your head quickly, mindlessly, looking like a head-empty bobble head as the pace of his hips picked up again, until he was relentlessly fucking you, chasing his climax so enthusiastically that the door behind you was once again groaning and rocking with the onslaught of his feral possession of you.

Your eyes fluttered when Andy shifted his angle just a bit and began to hit that spot inside of you that had all of your nerve endings lighting up at once with each new surge of his cock deep inside you.

"You're close, aren't you?" Andy gritted, groaning as your cunt clenched around him hard enough to hurt before pulsing and fluttering some more.

You nodded again, more fervently this time, your gaze pleading for something else beyond his forgiveness now - for your own climax.

Dropping his free hand between your bodies, the pads of Andy's fingers just glanced over your clit, making you keen against his palm as he drove into you hard and came with a snarl.

He panted as he pumped you full of his cum, his fingers falling away from your clit and a mean smirk tilting the corner of his lips as he saw the realization spark to life in your floaty gaze - that you didn't get to cum.

You pouted as his hand finally fell away from your mouth, sniffling as a wave of frustrated tears burned at the back of your eyes. They were tears of humiliation too, because you could hear the scandalized chatter of your friends on the other side of the door now that you weren't so preoccupied with Andy.

"Get your shit together, we're leaving, now," Andy barked as he finished zipping up his jeans and straightening his sweater.

When you went to get a tissue from the bedside table to clean the mess between your legs, he grabbed your arm, holding you in place.

"No, leave it. You're gonna walk past those nosy, vapid bitches with my cum smeared all over your pretty thighs, and then you're gonna spend the entire car ride home sitting in the mess you made."

Your face reheated with shame as you met his icy glare, but all you could do was nod your submission, swallowing hard once Andy released you so you could scramble around the room to gather your things.

[iwudbutnah]

I’ll happily test them all just because I wanna see for myself.

Men who don't mean to bruise your cervix. Okay, it's not their fault God blessed them with such heavy cocks. He promised he would be gentle and he was for the most part, but he knew you could take more and you were begging. Who was he to deny you? Well, now it's 3 am and your in the emergency room but now you get all the cuddles you want.

Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Kuai Liang, Kenshi, Nanami, etc

vs

Men with the heaviest cocks known to man and absolutely know that they can do some damage. He tried to warn you that riding him would be a tough task but you swore up and down you could do it. It went well at first, but he bucked his hips up at the wrong moment and something snapped. He rubbing your back up and down as he gets you some medicine because this probably isn't the first time that this has happened.

Toji, Bruce Wayne, John Price, Bi Han, Logan Howlett etc.

[iwudbutnah]

Looking for some good Henry Cavill fics and Thor Odinson or any Chris Hemsworth characters stories to read. In the mood for a big this muscular man to take care of me. Recs appreciated.

[iwudbutnah]

Question, was she with Steve or interested in Steve? If so naughty naughty boy Bucky. His obsession turned into a possessive mindset but I feel like reader knew that Bucky had feelings for her. I wonder was she waiting on him to speak up and make a move first? If so he got tired of waiting and provoked a reaction which worked great. Girl the sex was fantastic but reader may regret that with his future plans for them.

My doll...

Disclaimer- Something my pervert brain thought about, I hope you all enjoy. Warning- Soft dark Bucky, smut, possessiveness, jealousy, 5.3k words.

Bucky Barnes had always been a man of few words. A soldier by nature, a soldier by habit. But it was something about you that had always made him feel like he was at a crossroads with himself, like his life could go one way or another depending on whether or not he could ever find the courage to speak up.

The first time he realized he was in love with you, it wasn’t a dramatic moment. There were no bells, no grand gestures. It wasn’t like he had a clear, defining thought of this is it. It was quieter than that. He was sitting next to you in the Avengers’ compound, watching you work on some new project you had thrown yourself into, fingers deftly moving over wires and circuits. Your brow furrowed in concentration, lips parted in that way that made him want to reach out and touch you.

He never had before, of course he was too afraid of ruining the friendship, too afraid of making things weird.

And that was how it had always been. Quiet. Unspoken.

But even with those feelings slowly building, Bucky stayed quiet. He watched you from the edges, from the safety of his distance, telling himself that if you ever really loved him, you’d say it first. He couldn’t risk the possibility of losing you altogether. So, he waited. And waited. And waited.

Tonight, was supposed to be like any other. A rare night off from their duties. No mission on the horizon, no danger lurking around every corner. The team wasn’t together, except for you. You suggested going to a bar nearby for a drink and a break from the constant grind of life in the compound. Bucky had decided, almost reluctantly, to say yes.

Bucky had, of course, known you cared. In all the small moments, like how you would always check in on him, ask him about his dreams or how he was really feeling. And the way your eyes lingered on him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

I know you love me, he thought. I know it.

But Bucky never had the nerve to say it out loud. And now, here he was, sitting across from you at the bar, staring into his glass of whiskey, wishing he could just reach out and touch your hand without the world falling apart around him.

He was far too aware of how close you were, and yet how far away you still seemed.

You were laughing, your voice light and full of life. You always seemed to shine brighter when you were in this mood, the weight of the world lifted, even if only for a moment. But Bucky could see the flickers of doubt in your eyes. Could see the way you kept looking over at him, waiting for something.

Maybe tonight was the night you’d say it. Maybe tonight you’d do what Bucky couldn’t bring himself to do.

But as he watched you, a strange feeling began to take hold. A spark of jealousy. It was a ridiculous thing, he knew. But it wasn’t about you. It wasn’t about the way you looked at other people—it was about the way you looked at him and didn’t say anything. Didn’t do anything.

It was then that a woman approached him.

Bucky didn’t want to be rude. He’d never been the type to just turn someone down, but when the woman slid onto the seat next to him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, he didn’t feel the usual discomfort. Instead, he felt an odd sense of power and control, maybe.

She was bold, confident. The way she laughed, the way she touched his arm, the way she spoke to him, it all felt like a challenge. A test. And before he could stop himself, he realized something. He wasn’t afraid of this woman. He wasn’t uncomfortable.

But you were.

He saw the way you stiffened in your seat, the way your smile faltered. You hadn’t said a word, but Bucky could tell, he knew. You were jealous.

And for some reason, that made his heart pound. A dark thought crept into his mind, ‘Maybe this is how it’ll happen. Maybe I can make you admit it. Maybe I can get you to finally say what we both know is true.’

The woman leaned in closer, her fingers brushing his. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, “So, what do you say? Care to dance?”

Bucky glanced at you once more. You were still staring at him, but now, there was a mix of frustration and hurt in your eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He should stop this. He should turn away. But a dangerous impulse surged through him.

“Sure.” he said, standing up without another word, letting the woman take his hand and pull him toward the dance floor.

He could hear your breath hitch from across the room. He could feel your gaze burning and intense. But he didn’t break. Not yet.

They moved in close as the music shifted, her body pressed against his. It was all a game now, a game Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted to play but couldn’t help himself from continuing. Every move he made, every gesture, was designed to make you feel something. To make you feel what he had felt for so long ‘the ache.’ The longing. The desperate desire for something more.

But as they danced, his thoughts were on you. Only you. And all the ways he had hurt you without ever realizing it.

You were standing now, getting your things, heading for the door. And Bucky’s chest clenched as he realized something. He couldn’t let you go. Not like this. Not anymore.

“We are done!” he said to the woman, his voice sharp as he brushed past her, heading toward you.

The cool night air hit him as he caught up to you just outside the bar.

“Doll, wait,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. “Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn around, didn’t even slow down. “I’m going back to the compound, Bucky. I’m done.” Your voice was quiet, but it was laced with finality. “I’m done pretending. Done watching you with her.”

“I’m going back to the compound,” you repeated, your voice a little too calm, too controlled. “I need to clear my head. I think I’ll go check in with Steve.”

The moment the words left your mouth, you felt the shift in the air. Bucky froze.

You hadn’t expected it, Bucky was always so controlled, so guarded. But there was something in his eyes now. Something darker. The breath you’d taken in to steady yourself suddenly caught in your throat.

“Steve?” Bucky’s voice was low, tight with barely contained emotion. His grip on your wrist tightened, and you could see his jaw clench, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with barely restrained anger. “You’re going back to Steve?”

You nodded slowly, avoiding his gaze. You had no idea why, but you couldn’t meet his eyes right now. Maybe it was because you could feel his anger building, and it made you uneasy.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound indifferent, but even to your own ears, the words felt hollow. “I’ll be fine, Bucky. I just need some space.”

You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist tightened, pulling you back toward him. His eyes locked onto yours, and there was something in the depths of his gaze something primal that made your breath catch.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, his voice rough, his tone clipped. “You’re not going back to Steve. Never ever!”

His hand moved to your other wrist, and before you could protest, he spun you around, backing you up against the cold brick wall of the alley. You gasped at the suddenness of it, the sharp heat of his body pressing against you. The force of it left you breathless, but it wasn’t just the physical contact that left you feeling winded, it was the storm swirling in Bucky’s eyes.

“I don’t care about your games, doll,” Bucky continued, his voice now a dangerous whisper. “I don’t care if you’re trying to protect yourself or play it safe. You don’t get to walk away from this. Not after all these months. Not after I’ll final say what I should’ve said the first goddamn time I saw you.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as Bucky’s breath came faster now, his face inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the anger and frustration practically crackling in the air between you. His hand was on the wall next to your head, caging you in, his body pressing into yours like he was trying to hold you there, to make you listen.

“Don’t you dare go back to Steve!” he snarled. “I know what you’re trying to do. I know what you’re hiding from. But don’t you dare tell me you’re choosing him. Not when we both know what’s between us.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, a jolt of panic rising up in your chest. You had to get away from him, from this. But somehow, the words felt wrong. He was right. Something had shifted tonight, everything had shifted tonight. And the more you tried to run from it, the more you realized that you were just as tangled up in it as he was.

You shook your head, trying to pull away from his grip. “Bucky, stop. Just stop.”

But he didn’t. His hand moved from the wall to your face, cupping your jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb stroked over your skin, the touch almost tender despite the fury that was still burning in his eyes. It was like he was trying to hold on to you, trying to keep you from slipping away.

“I’ve spent months pretending I didn’t want you,” Bucky muttered, his voice low and raw. “I’ve spent months watching you with him, keeping my distance, telling myself it was enough just being close to you, just being around you. But it’s never been enough, Doll. It’s never been enough, and I can’t do it anymore.”

“I love you, Y/N. I’ve always loved you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, neither of you moved. The world stood still.

You swallowed hard, fighting the surge of emotions that were building inside you, fighting the tears threatening to break free. You had never seen Bucky like this so raw, so vulnerable, so… angry. It terrified you, but in a way, it also made you realize just how deeply he cared for you. How much he had always cared for you.

His grip on your face tightened, but there was no anger in his eyes now, only something softer, something that made your heart beat even faster. “I don’t want to claim you, Doll. I want to have you. I want you to choose me.”

Before you could respond, Bucky’s lips crashed into yours again, desperate and urgent. It was no longer a question, no longer a plea. It was an answer. His hands slid to your back, pulling you into him with such force that you could feel his heart racing against yours.

The kiss was everything every unspoken word, every hidden desire, every emotion they had both kept buried for so long. Bucky was done hiding, done pretending, and as you kissed him back with equal fervor, you knew there was no going back from this.

“Don’t go back to him,” Bucky whispered against your lips, his voice thick with need. “I’m not letting you go.”

You didn’t know what to say. The words felt like they were stuck in your throat. You had always thought you’d have time to figure this out, but now that the truth was out there between you, out there between him, you knew that there was no more time for pretending. No more time for games.

You pressed closer to him, your hands threading through his hair as you kissed him again, and in that moment, you realized there was only one thing that truly mattered.

Bucky dragged you in the room at the backside of the bar.

Without warning, he pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His hands cup your face, holding your gaze captive.

He presses himself closer, one thigh between your legs. His hands move from your face to your hips, gripping them firmly. His lips graze your ear as he speaks, his voice a low grumble. “I'm going to show you exactly how much I want you, right here, right now.”

His mouth closes on your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. You feel his fingers slipping under the hem of your tee, tracing a path of fire along your waist. “I've wanted you for so long, you have no idea. Watching you, smelling your scent, feeling your touch... it's been driving me crazy.”

His lips move down the column of your throat, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way. One of his hands moves up to cup your breast, his thumb gently circling your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

You let out a gasp, arching into his touch. Your body is responding to his every move, awakening a need you've kept buried for far too long. Bucky smiles against your skin, enjoying the way he's unraveling you piece by piece.

“You like that, don't you? Feeling my hands on you, my mouth on your skin.” He whispers in your ear before capturing your earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His other hand slides under your skirt, trailing up your thigh, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Your breath hitches, your legs growing weak as Bucky's touch becomes more and more brazen.

He chuckles lowly, satisfied to see you coming undone under his hands. “You're so responsive... so sensitive. I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy.”

He spins you around, pressing your front against the wall. You feel his weight press into your back, his hands roaming everywhere, claiming you as his own.

“I'm going to make you mine, here and now. There's no stopping this, no denying what's been boiling between us for so damn long.”

His lips find the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin. His free hand slides down your stomach, resting just at the waistband of your panties. The contact is almost too much, your mind reeling from the barrage of sensations.

“I want you so badly... Can I have you? Right here, right now?” He asks, his voice a deep, raspy whisper. He's poised on the edge, waiting for your answer, his body tense with anticipation.

You can't find the words to speak, too overwhelmed by the storm of emotions and sensations he's stirring within you. Instead, you respond by arching your back, pressing yourself against him, wordlessly signaling your consent.

Bucky lets out a guttural growl, the sound filling the air. He doesn't need anything more than that. His hands move with newfound urgency, peeling away the layers of fabric separating you from him.

He turns you around, his expression darkened with desire. He looks at you hungrily, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. His hands run up your sides, tracing the curves of your body, committing every detail to memory.

“You're so beautiful... So goddamn perfect.” His words are punctuated by small, lingering kisses along your collarbone, across your chest, down along your stomach. You're lost in the sensation, your body on fire under his touch.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, his lips continuing their exploration of your body. He kisses and nips at the tender skin of your inner thighs, teasing and tantalizing you with every touch.

“I want to taste you... I need to taste you...” He husks, his hands wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your core, hot and eager, making you shiver in anticipation.

His tongue darts out, tasting you lightly, just enough to send a rush of pleasure through you. You gasp, your fingers threading into his hair, holding him close. Bucky smiles against your flesh, enjoying how responsive you are to his ministrations.

He alternates between soft, almost chaste kisses and more firm, calculated licks. He's enjoying the taste of you, the sounds of your moans and gasps. His hands grip your thighs, holding you firm while his mouth works magic, making you moan obscenely.

“You taste so good... Better than I ever imagined.” He lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes. The raw hunger in his expression takes your breath away.

You want to speak, but your mind is a jumbles mess, unable to form a coherent word.

“You're driving me crazy, doll. I want to devour you, to make you mine in every way possible.”

And then he does. He dives in, his mouth devouring you in a frenzy of passion determined to bring you closer to the edge.

Your gasps turn into cries of pleasure, your body writhing under his skilful mouth.  Bucky's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he brings you closer to your climax.

The world seems to spin around you, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure Bucky is giving you. He's relentless, pushing you higher and higher, determined to give you more than you ever dreamed of.

His tongue works relentlessly, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh, anchoring you on the ground.

Just as your were about to come, Bucky suddenly pulls away, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. He climbs to his feet, pinning you against the wall once again

“I need to be inside you... Now.”

He's barely able to get the words out, his voice thick with need. He captures your mouth in a fierce kiss, his hands already pushing your skirt up around your waist.

His body presses against yours, the hard length of him rubbing against your core. You can feel the heat and strength of him, the evidence of his desire poking you.

“I need you, need this... I need you now..” He repeats the words like a mantra, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck, your ear.

He pulls you around, turning you to face the wall once again. You feel the cool surface against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body behind you.

“I'm not going to be gentle.” He warns, his hands gripping your hips, pulling them back against him.

You feel him against you, hard and eager, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips move against yours, and you can feel just how much he wants you, how badly he needs you.

“Can you take it? Can you handle me like this?” He asks, one hand traveling up your spine, his fingers tracing the line of your vertebrae. His touch is demanding, possessive, but somehow still tender, as if he's afraid he'll hurt you.

You manage to nod, too far gone with pleasure to form words. Bucky lets out a low, satisfied sound, his mouth nipping at your shoulder as his hand slides around to your front.

He cups your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, teasing and provoking.

“I'm going to take you, right here, just like this.” He growls, his hips pressing against yours.

You can feel him against you, his body poised and ready, the tip of his cock, teasing your entrance. “Are you ready for me?” He asks, his lips against your ear, his breath hot and urgent.

You can only manage a small, breathless moan in response, your body yearning for him to take you, to make you his own.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me... That you need me...” His words are a needy, almost desperate plea, his self-control hanging by a thread.

You find your voice, forcing the words out despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “I want you... I need you... Please...”

“That's all I needed to hear.” The words are a rough, guttural grunt, the last vestiges of his restraint snapping. He positions himself behind you, the head of him rubbing against your entrance.

His hands grip your hips again, holding you in place. He's so close, so very close... But still, he waits, wanting to make sure you're ready for the next step.

“Just tell me if it's too much, okay? If I go too far, I want to know.” He whispers the words, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability, a hint of doubt, despite the powerful, animalistic way he's holding you.

You nod, your body thrumming with anticipation. You trust him, trust him not to hurt you, and that trust makes all the difference. You push back against him, signaling your readiness in the most primal way possible.

He lets out a low, gravelly moan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He needs this as much as you do, maybe even more. “God, I can't wait any longer...”

He pushes forward, slowly, carefully. He's being as gentle as he can be, wanting to give you time to adjust to the intrusion. But it's torture for him, the heat, the tightness, the way you're clenching and squeezing him, enveloping him in a way he's never felt before.

“You're so damn tight... So perfect...” He groans the words, his body moving involuntarily, the pleasure too much to resist. His hands grip your hips tighter, his mouth trailing kisses along your back, your shoulders, your neck. He can't get enough of you, his body moving in a rhythm that's old as time itself.

“You feel so good. I never knew it could be like this.” He mutters the words against your skin, his voice thick with ecstasy.

He picks up the pace, his body moving more urgently now, following the pull of pleasure that's driving him onward. His hands are everywhere, caressing and touching, worshiping every inch of you like a man possessed.

“I could stay inside you forever. I never want to let you go.” He murmurs the words into your ear, his voice ragged and broken. He's lost in the moment, in the pleasure, in you.

You reach a hand back, tangling your fingers into his hair, holding onto him like an anchor in the storm. All the rights and wrongs, thrown out of the window.

“Don't let go... Don't ever let go.” He whispers, his lips finding your neck, the skin there already tender from his earlier attentions. His movements become rougher, more frenzied, as if he's desperate to get even closer to you, to merge himself with you in every way possible.

“I need you... I need you so damn much...” The words are a broken chant, gasped into your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

He's moving even faster now, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air, the only break in the silence apart from your moans and gasps. The pleasure is building, growing stronger and stronger with every thrust, threatening to consume you both. You can feel yourself close to the edge, teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy. Bucky knows it too, he can sense it, sense the mounting tension in your body.

“You're close... I can feel it. I'm so close...” He growls the words, his voice tight with the effort to hold back, to keep control for just a little while longer.

“I want to hear you say it... I want you to let go... Tell me you're mine.” His voice is harsh and ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release.

You struggle to find the words, to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of pleasure. “Y-yours.. I'm... Yours...”

The words send a wave of pleasure through Bucky, his hips twitching involuntarily at the sound of your surrender. “Say it again... I need to hear it again…”

“Yours... I'm yours, Bucky... All yours...” You gasp the words, your voice quivering with the force of your ecstasy.

That's all it takes. Your surrender, your declaration of ownership, it breaks the dam that's been holding him back. “Mine... You're mine... All mine...” He repeats the words like a mantra, his body moving with a new fervor, a new intensity.

“Steve won’t take care of you like I can.” He thrust, “All I have to do is…” he hits you with another powerful thrust, messing up with your senses. “Make a sad face and remind him of my past!” He hits another powerful thrust, and the voice you make is between a cry and a moan. “He will happily give you to me!”

He buries his face in your neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. When he speaks again, his voice is a possessive, guttural growl, thick with desire. “And don't you ever forget it.”

His lips find yours again, claiming your mouth in a kiss that's hard and demanding. He's drowning in you, in this moment, the world around you reduced to nothing but the heat and the friction and the pleasure.

He's close, so close, but he won't give in, won't let go until he's brought you to your release, until he's given you everything he can give.

“Come for me, doll... Let go... Give yourself to me... I want to feel it, feel you...” His words are a rough, ragged plea, a demand made out of pure need. He's holding back, waiting for you to reach your peak, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back his own pleasure.

You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, balanced between light and dark, pleasure and pain, sanity and madness.

“Let go... Just let go... I've got you...” The words, the promise, they're enough to push you over the edge. You shatter, your body arching against his, a cry of ecstasy tears from your lungs. The world spins around you, your release crashing through you like a tsunami, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Bucky's there, holding you against him, his arms wrapping around, holding you up, keeping you from collapse. He's still hard inside you, so close to his own climax.

“God, you're so perfect... I've never experienced anything like this before...” His voice is gruff and broken, his breath hot against your neck as he pulls you flush against him. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body trembling with need and restraint. “I need you.... I need to let go... you will let me come in you, won’t you? You will be a good girl for me, right doll?”

You nod, your body still thrumming with pleasure as you push back against him, signaling your absent-minded consent.

“You're going to be the death of me, woman...” His words are a rough whisper, a promise and a threat all at once. His grip tightens around you, his body tense and coiled like a spring. “Just a little more... just a little longer... I need to give you everything...”

He buries his face in your hair, his breath coming in jagged pants now, his body taut and trembling with the effort to hold back just a little longer.

“Almost there.... almost... I'm so close...” The words are a ragged gasp.

He let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing against yours, his arms pulling you tight against him. “God, I... I can't... I'm...” he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, muffling his moan against your shoulder as his body tightens and spasms, his release washing over him like a tide, powerful and consuming.

He holds you close as he comes down, his body trembling with the aftershocks, his breath warm against your skin. “God... that was... incredible...” The words are a rough whisper, his voice thick with emotion. He presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin, as if he can't bear to let you go for even a moment.

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, as if he can't bear to have you any further than an inch away from him. “You're amazing, you know that?”

He nuzzles your neck, his lips leaving tender kisses along the sensitive skin there. He's so gentle, so different from the rough, desperate man who'd been consumed by need a few moments ago. As he sees his release dripping from between your legs, his eyes darken, making him feel more possessive about you.

“Mine...” He mutters the word against your skin, his voice thick with possessiveness. He knows it's probably a bit irrational, but he can't help it. He needs to express his claim over you, his desire to protect and own you in every way imaginable.

He then moves his fingers on your thigh, collecting some of his release on his fingers, bringing them closer to your mouth, a silent order.

You know what he wants, what he's demanding, even if he doesn't say the words aloud. Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze, as you slowly bring your hand up to wrap around his wrist, drawing his fingers into your mouth.

“Good girl…” He murmurs the words as he watches you, his eyes darkened by a possessive, primal need. He loves how submissive you are in this moment, how willing and eager you are to please him.

He holds your chin, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips, feeling the glide of his own release against them. “You have no idea what you do to me, doll. You make me lose all control. And I love it…”

He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that's equal parts tender and possessive. He can taste himself on your lips, and the thought just makes him want you more, more fiercely than before.

He pulls back enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath coming faster now, his body stirring once more. “I swear, doll, you're going to be the death of me...”

He captures your lips again, kissing you deeply, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you, marking you as his in every way he can think of.

Little do you know, about the real possessiveness he feels about you. Bucky is already planning to take you far away from everyone. To keep you all to himself. While you are already lost in the kiss and afterglow of the sex, Bucky is already planning about the future.

He kisses you again, with a fierce intensity, his hands roaming over your body, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you. He's thinking of all the ways he wants to have you, all the ways he wants to make you his. He's already made up his mind. You're not just a passing fancy, or a distraction. You're his now, and he's not going to let you go. Not ever.

He then sits on the couch with you, while you rest in his arms, he picks out his phone preparing to take you away. He types out a quick message, his hands still caressing your skin, his eyes never leaving your face.

He's arranging for a secure location, somewhere remote, somewhere he can keep you safe and, more importantly, all to himself.

“My doll.”

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