#DO NOT REPOST TO THE OTHER SITES WITHOUT PERMISSION i beg you | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

saiyanprincessswanie · 3 months ago

Text

Love Of My Life

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1675

Summary: When Bucky walks out of your life unexpectedly without a word from him you're left with a broken heart. Three months later he returns, do you forgive him or let him go?

Warnings: angst, begging for forgiveness, happy ending.

Prompt: an old flame rekindled, Theme: Write about letting go, or not wanting to.

Inspired by Queen’s “Love of My Life” song

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader @lfnr-blog-blog-blog for reading this for me. All mistakes are my own. Thank you to @fictional-affairs for the lovely moodboard & @whimsicalrogers for my divider.

A/N 2: this was written for the Winds of Autumn Challenge @the-slumberparty

Reblogs & Comments are welcomed and encouraged. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to translating or reposting my work on any social media platform, app, or third-party site. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

It’s been three months since Bucky walked out of your life. One day you were a happy, loving couple and the next day Bucky came home from a mission as a changed man. He was anxious, short-tempered, and kept his feelings to himself. He wasn’t the man you fell for all those years ago. When you tried to get him to talk to you he would tell you to “leave it alone.” Then when you didn’t he would storm out the door and not return until you were already in bed. One day he stormed out the door after a fight and he never returned. The love of your life had just hurt you. He swore he would never break your heart yet you stood in your house alone.

It took weeks to figure out what you did wrong. Did you say something wrong or push him too much? But after time went by you figured out it must be him and not you. Something must have spooked him on the mission that rattled him to his core. Whatever it was it must have been something big as nothing seemed to scare Bucky, except his past with Hydra.

Now here you were all alone and trying to pick up the pieces. Since Bucky left abruptly all his things were still scattered across the house and in closets. Maybe one day he would come back, you told yourself. You tried to convince yourself. But for now, you need to try and heal.

So now, three months after he left you to pick up the pieces you got a knock on your front door from an unexpected visitor. You open the door and find Bucky standing at your front door. You were shocked to see him standing there in his jeans, henley, leather jacket, and biker boots. He smirked when he saw you wearing one of his henley shirts and leggings. You didn’t know what to say to him as he looked you over.

“Sweetheart, I know this is a shock but I was wondering if I could come in and talk with you.”

Tears started to gather in your eyes at his words. You turned around leaving the door open for him and headed to the living room. You heard the door close and then his footsteps heading toward you. What did he have to say after three months of being a part? You had to admit you were curious. But the other part of you was angry with him. How dare he show up asking to talk with you when he couldn’t give you the time of day when he left.

You sat on the couch and Bucky joined you on the other side. He watched as you refused to look him in the eye. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to and watched as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“So, what brings you back after all this time?” You asked.

“I’ve missed you for one thing.” He states as you roll your eyes at him.

“Seriously I have.” He continues. “I knew the day I left was the biggest mistake of my life but I needed help. That mission shook me to my core and I wasn’t the same person when I returned. I was afraid that if I didn’t do something, we would never be together again.”

“You knew it was a mistake to leave and yet you still left. What the hell Bucky I could have helped you if you would’ve just asked me. That’s what a relationship is all about. When one of us is down or struggling the other picks us up. But instead of doing that, you left for three months!”

Your anger was starting to show its ugly face as you couldn’t understand why he thought leaving was a good thing. None of this made sense to you.

“Doll, let me start from the beginning so you might understand. Okay?” He looked at you with pleading eyes as if begging for a chance to be heard.

“That’s fine Bucky.” You softly answer, your hands fidgeting in your lap afraid of what he might say.

“The mission was supposed to be simple. Get in, get the information we need, and wipe the server. Things seemed to be going to plan until over the speaker system I heard the winter soldier trigger words. At first, they didn’t bother me but as they continued I started getting a headache and flashbacks. The words were spoken over and over again until I was finally able to escape. When I got back for debriefing I was still feeling off like something was trying to escape my mind. Then when we went over all the information I had downloaded it had a file called ‘The Winter Soldier reprogramming’ on it. The file showed different strategies on how to bring me back under control by Hydra. It scared me as I’m so afraid to go back under. When I came home I was on edge dreading any minute I could turn on you. So I decided it was best for me to go back to Wakanda to run tests to make sure I never become the soldat again. I left this all in the letter I left you.”

You could understand to an extent why he did what he did but your frustration got the best of you and what did he mean ‘a letter’?

“But why not tell me this in person instead of running away? You should have been honest with me. Instead, you left me brokenhearted and trying to pick up the broken pieces after you left. What letter are you even talking about? I got no letter from you.”

Bucky moves a little closer to you and looks into your eyes. “You’re right, I should have been honest with you in person. But doll, I left you a letter on your nightside table explaining everything. I’m sorry I broke your heart for leaving the way I did. I will do anything and everything to win your trust back. I promise I’m never leaving you like that again. What can I do to prove to you that I’m sorry?”

“I don’t know Bucky…” Your eyes cast downward as you try to figure out what you want to do.

“Doll, please. I’m begging for your forgiveness and a way back to your heart.” Bucky drops to his knees in front of you, grasping your hands like they are a lifeline. He could see you were still hurt and contemplating his words.

You needed to find that letter to see if he was lying to you. Even though your heart was telling you he was being truthful, your mind was spinning a web of deception.

“Bucky, I need a minute to myself.” You stood from the couch looking down at Bucky and offered a small smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You left Bucky in the living room and headed to your shared bedroom. Inside the room you walked to your side of the bed where a table sat. Bending down you looked under the bed and under the table. There was no letter. Pulling the table away from the wall you looked down and there was an envelope. Turning it over in your hands you saw his hand writing with your name on the envelope. Opening the envelope you pull out a letter and your heart sinks.

To my sweetheart,

I’m sorry that I’ve been hard to be around lately. I know my mood has been up and down since I came home from my last mission. The problem is during the mission Hydra tried to use the trigger words on me. It’s causing my mind to question whether or not they worked as my PTSD has been kicking up again and I can’t get this headache to go away. With that said, I'm heading to Wakanda to see if Shuri and Ayo can help me again. The last thing I want to do is hurt you so I must take some time away from you. I promise that I will come back to you. Wait for me.

Forever Yours,

J.B.B.

You sit on the bed and start to cry. He was right, it was all in the letter. How could you be so stupid thinking that he would just leave you without a word. You should have known better. Bucky was your everything.

You hear Bucky walk into the room and feel the bed dip as he sits next to you. Turning into his chest you cried. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

“It’s okay, doll. I gotcha. I promise it will be okay.”

“Bucky…I’m so sorry for thinking the worst of you. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have just left me. Please forgive me.”

Bucky pulls you gently away from him as he takes in your teary eyes and wobbly lip. His flesh hand slowly wipes the tears from your face and he gives a soft smile.

“If anyone should be sorry it’s me. I should have just told you my plan instead of writing it. I caused the pain you’ve been feeling for the last three months. I promise I will take every second of every day to make it up to you. Just give me the chance to do that, doll.”

“I will, Buck. We will work this out. I love you so much.” Your hand runs through his hair and Bucky briefly closes his eyes as he shivers from the feeling.

Opening his eyes again his shining blue eyes stare at you. “I love you too, doll.” Bucky pulls you in for a kiss and puts all his feelings behind it.

Looking back at it you’re happy you made it. You rekindled your feelings for one another and proved to the other that each was unwilling to let the other go anytime soon without a fight. Never did you go through something like this again as you always communicated openly.

Taglist

@americasass81

@astheskycries

@awesomerextyphoon

@awkwardgiraffe726

@b3autyfuld1sast3r

@caffiend-queen

@caplanbuckybarnes

@denisemarieangelina

@fictional-affairs

@georgiapeach30513

@get0verit

@hollybee8917

@joannie95

@jobean12-blog

@jtargaryen18

@jvanilly

@kmc1989

@labella420

@lfnr-blog-blog-blog

@madscape

@mdemontespan1667

@missvelvetsstuff

@mrsmischief209

@mycrazyasslikestoread

@nekoannie-chan

@noellez-best-life23

@notyourtypicalrose

@obsessedwithcevans

@patzammit

@princessofdarkwinter

@rayofdawnworld

@sarahowritesostucky

@shadowrose13-blog1

@spectre-posts

@steviebbboi

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork

@talia-rumlow

@thefallenbibliophilequote

@what-is-your-plan-today

@wolfsmom1

@yenzys-lucky-charm

@casa-boiardi

@s-a-v-a-n-a-34

@floralwsloki

@ozwriterchick

@kmc1989

@hedwig394

@tdbooth

@learisa

#saiyanprincessswanie #missy writes #love of my life #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #navy and roo's sleepover

197 notes · View notes

jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

Text

Going Half (on a Baby) (Toxic!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Toji Fushigiro x Black!Fem!Reader (FWB to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which Toji, your fuck buddy for five years and the man you're secretly in love with, "persuades" you to let him fuck without a condom after he exposes himself for his breeding kink.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Dubcon; TW: R*PE; Coercion; Toxic!Asshole!Toji; “Baby Trapping”; Coerced Verbal Consent (Later Given); Mating Press; Breeding Kink; Toji Eats You Out Till You Cry; Cum Play; DDLG; Toji Calling You “Mommy” and “Mama”; Marking/Hickeys; Dacryphilia; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Mating Press; One Unprotected Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT T/W: This piece of writing is EXTREMELY dark. It has noncon/r*pe because Y/N repeatedly says no to and protests Toji's advances, but he does as he wants anyway. In addition, it also has "baby trapping" (Toji not wearing a condom during PIV sex to intentionally get Y/N pregnant). I do not condone any of these acts. This is simply a fantasy and writing. Thank you.

Writer’s Note: I'm a Toji lover. That's my husband. -Jazz 💋💋

********

You don’t know how it happened.

First, you were just sitting with your FWB of two years, chilling on the couch as you usually do before having sex (at least in the later years when you two grew closer).

Now you’re on your back, legs over his shoulders while he devours your puffy, needy pussy as a way to “prepare” you for the deep fucking he’ll be giving you later. Your hands are tangled in his black hair while his own bigger, calloused, veiny ones have your thighs pinned open wide as his tongue lashes mercilessly at your clit. Two of his thick fingers are stuffed in your cunt, moving in and out of your squelching, tight walls and rubbing up against that spot that makes you see stars.

"Toji, please!" you whine, tears pricking your eyes from his relentlessness and evil, skillful tongue. "I can't...take much more!" He made you cum at least twice already. The proof is in the cream coating his mouth and the juices that trickle down to your asscrack, making both of your holes sobbing wet.

Toji's eyes glint up at you from between your thighs, his back muscles flexing as bends down to work your pussy with his mouth. "Uh-uh, mama," he teasingly says. "You still gotta cum one more time before I fuck this pussy deep."

He dives back down into the depths of your pussy and continues devouring it, no matter how much you beg and plea for him to stop. You don't know how you got here. An hour earlier, you were just joking around and he had brought up all the things you two hadn't tried yet in your two-year FWB relationship. "We've yet to try anal," he said, his big hand moving to stroke down your stomach to your thighs. "And I've always wanted to try fuckin' you without a condom."

“Boy, stop!” you hollered, smacking his hand away. “You’re just trying to get me pregnant at this point.” You didn't take him seriously as Toji was always talking about kinks and shit he wanted to try with you. He was just a horny motherfucker like that.

But Toji wasn't playing around. As soon as you mentioned him getting you pregnant, something in him shifted–specifically his cock in his pants. The idea of fucking that heavenly pussy of yours raw and cumming inside you without a rubber, filling you up with all of his kids, tempted him immensely. “Well, if you’re offering…” he muttered.

At this, you turned and blinked at him. “What?”

“What?” he repeated, feigning confusion. It wasn't working.

You squinted at him, unsure of whether you heard him right. “You…wanna get me pregnant?” you carefully asked. He shrugged his big shoulders, putting your feet in his lap. “I mean, why not? We’ve known each other for two years and I think you’d look pretty hot as a mommy.”

You gaped at him. You couldn't believe he was really saying this! “Okay, first of all, yes, we’ve known each other for a long time, but we’ve been fucking for two years; not dating. Second, hell no!”

Toji groaned indignantly like a child being told no. "Why not?” he scoffed. “Shit, then I wouldn’t have to wear those stupid ass rubbers no more. I could finally fuck you raw.” A devious glint sparkled in his charcoal eyes, making your stomach flip. “And risk an STI?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He just chuckled at this, cocky as always. “Baby doll, you and I both know we’re clean…unless you’ve been doing someone I don’t know about.” You slowly shook your head at this. He was the only one you were fucking...for right now, anyway. But he was the only one who could do it the way you wanted (and needed). “Then what the fuck are you complainin’ ‘bout?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

Now you were mad. You took your feet out of his lap and stood up in your hip-hugging jeans and sweatshirt. “Toji, you’re talking about giving me a baby. A whole child. We’re not even together!”

Toji stood up now too, a head taller than you and very, very big. He was practically a mountain as he stood before you. “Oh, we’re not? Then why am I always here more than at home?”

“That’s not my fault," you hissed. "You have a choice to not come over here, and I told you from the jump what I wanted from you: sex!” And you were right to do so. Toji was too unpredictable and too much of a whore. He was also divorced and already had a child. Why the fuck would he want another one with you, especially since you aren't married?

Despite how Toji made you feel, with the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart lept whenever he called, you knew you could never tell him how you felt. It would make things too messy. And Toji is a messy motherfucker already. But you didn't mind being in love with his dick. You wanted to keep things strictly in the bedroom and you thought he understood that.

Toji shrugged, giving you a lazy smirk. “Why not elevate that?” he asked, walking toward you. “C’mooon, baby doll. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about me bussin’ in that pretty pussy raw.”

Your stomach flipped at his vulgar words as you backed away from him, not noticing the wall behind you. “Toji, stop,” you firmly told him. “I don’t like this talk.”

When your body made contact with the wall, Toji put his hand over your head and leaned in so you were trapped between the wall and him. “Then let’s not talk," he whispered. "Let’s just fuck.”

When he began kissing you down with those passionate, hot, wet kisses you loved so much, your mind became drunk off of him. "Toji," you whimpered, your hands on his chest. You weren't if you were trying to push him away or just feeling him up. "We can't...your ex–"

"Is my ex," he grunted against your neck. "We've been divorced for years and Megumi is older now. Besides, he likes you." His fingers crept under your sweatshirt, feeling up on your sides. "I think he might even have a crush on you," he chuckles. "Too bad I'm fuckin' you, right?"

His one hand moved to your chin to tilt your head up, exposing your neck to him. He pushed you against the wall as he began to mark up your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. "But why?" you moaned.

Toji pulled away, an inquisitive look on his face. Then he smirked like he was the devil himself. "'Cause it's fuckin' hot," he growled. "And it sounds funny. C'mon, mama...don't you want me to make you a real mama?"

That was how it happened. Now you're here, about to cum for the third time from Toji's tongue and fingers alone. "Oh, God!" you shout to the ceiling, your thighs quivering and your body shaking. "I'm 'bout to cum again!" you babble. "Please, please, make me cum, Toji!"

His large hand smacks your thigh, making it sting. "Wrong name, baby," he growls into your pussy, lapping away. "Try again or you won't be cumming at all."

God, you hate him! You hate how he can make you do things you don't want to do just because he knows how he makes your body feel. "Daddy," you whine. "Please make me cum, Daddy! I need it!" Toji peers up at you, a grin on his face. "Then cum, little girl," he teasingly says. "Cum for me. Give it all to your Daddy like a good little slut."

He dives back down to lap at your clit in time with his fingers curling against your G-spot. Seconds later, you're cumming hard and you can't stop it even if you wanted to. "Oh, shit!" you scream, gripping Toji's hair for dear life. "Shishitshit!" Your orgasm rips through you, pleasure sizzling across your skin and through your entire body, causing you to buck and grind against Toji's face as he laps at your juices, groaning appreciatively.

When you finally come down from your high, tears wet your waterlines and lashes and your thighs are twitching. You feel absolutely spent. You don't think you can cum again...until Toji stands up on his knees and unbuckles his pants. He only takes off his shirt after his cock is out and bobbing in your face.

"Look at this," he groans. He wraps his hand around himself, lazily stroking it. "You see this, baby doll? This is all for you." A devious, devilish smirk stretches across his face. "And all that's inside it is gonna be for you too."

You can't look away from the impressive appendage hanging between his thick, muscular thighs. It is so big; so thick; so veiny; so wet with the pink cockhead dripping with pre-cum. It's your addiction. The very thing that caused this 2-year relationship with this asshole. And he knows it too.

He stalks toward you on his knees, but you stop him from coming any closer by putting a foot on his chest. "W-Wait, Toji," you protest. "Just put a condom on. We can't do this!"

Toji's expression grows dark and it scares you out of your fucking mind, but also...excites you? Is that what this flip in your stomach is? What kind of fucked-up mixed cocktail of emotions is this that you're feeling right now?

"Don't act like you don't want this too, baby," Toji chuckles. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about how this dick would feel without a rubber, stretchin' out that pussy..." He tosses your foot away from him effortlessly, pinning it to the mattress so your legs are open. "And cummin' deep inside you," he finishes on an exhale.

He then takes your ankles and roughly pulls you toward him as you squeak in surprise. "I got you all prepared to take all of me, mama," he tuts. "You wouldn't want all of that to go to waste, would you? Just look how soaked n' sloppy you are for this cock."

He takes his cock in his hand and begins to slide it against your twitching, sensitive slit. Your back arches in reaction and whimpers leave your lips. "T-Toji, no," you whine. "Don't do this."

"Shhh, mama," he hushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. "Don't deny yourself. Don't deny your body what it wants." He nods down at your hips that have instinctively begun to roll against his, causing his cockhead to nudge open your pussy lips. "You want this shit," he growls. "Don't play like you don't. You wanna feel all of me...want me to give you a baby..."

Without warning, he pushes himself all the way inside you, right to the hilt so his balls slap lightly against your asscheeks. "Fuck!" he shouts while you gasp at the feeling, your hands gripping his forearms and digging your nails into them.

The fucker looks down at you, strands of his black hair hanging in his face and a crude smile on his lips. "How's it feel, hm?" he chortles. "You had so much to say before, all that protestin' n' shit. Where's all that now, huh?"

He begins to rock his hips roughly into yours, filling your pussy to the brim with cock. Your eyes are blown, your lips open as moans and gasps fall from them. You've never felt anything like this before. You feel so stretched. So full. So warm. You can feel every ridge, bump, and inch of Toji as he fucks you into the mattress raw.

"Goddamn, you feel so good, baby doll," he groans, tossing your legs over his shoulders. This causes his cock to sink deeper into your cunt so he is just touching your G-spot. You whine loudly at the feeling, gripping his shoulders. "T-Toji!" you moan, your words like a plea.

At the sound of his name on your lips and how pathetic you look writhing underneath him, Toji grips your thighs and fucks you harder, causing the bed to move underneath you. "All that shit you were talkin' earlier," he grunts. "All those "no, Toji"s just to go right out the window. You seriously wanted to act like you ain't want this too? Your pussy is tellin' me different."

You want to tell him you can't help that. You want to argue and tell him that your sobbing wet pussy squeezing around his cock is a natural response of stimulation; a primal instinct. If your body is stimulated in such a way, it's going to respond. You don't want this. You can't want this.

Yet when Toji suddenly stops fucking you, slides out of you, and tosses you onto your stomach, you can't deny how hot it is. And as you close your eyes and picture him spurting rope after rope of cum inside of you, you can't help the way your pussy throbs at the idea.

Toji mounts himself behind you and, once again, slides inside your ushy, gushy cunt without a warning. His hands find your hips and he begins nailing your G-spot so hard that you're sure he'll knock your pussy off its hinges. He's going so hard. He's never been this rough, this primal, before.

"Look at you takin' all this dick," he breathlessly chuckles. "You want ed this so bad, hm? I bet you were fightin' me earlier just to get a rise out of me." His big hand finds your hair and yanks it back so his lips can reach your ear. "You want this big cock to cum, don't ya?" he whispers. "You want me to make you a mommy...make you part of the Fushigiro family."

"Toji!" you scream as his cock plunges in and out of your squelching cunt, his balls slapping against your clit and making your knees nearly buckle. Your ass jiggles and smacks against his pelvis the harder he fucks you, the mixture of pleasure and pain sinking its claws into you and leaving you addicted.

"You're gonna look so fuckin' good with my kid in you, mama," Toji brokenly says between thrusts. "I can't wait till that belly gets big and those nipples get so swollen." One of his hands moves to squeeze your breast and tweak your brown nipple the way you like. "I'm warnin' you now, baby: I ain't gonna keep my hands off of you. I won't be able to."

"Fuck!" you shout, feeling that knot in your belly beginning to tighten. "I'm gonna cum, Toji! I'm so close!" And like an asshole, Toji stops fucking you immediately and pulls his throbbing cock, soaked in your juices, out of you. "Well, in that case..."

He tosses you onto your back again as you squeak in surprise. Then he is on top of you again but in a different version of missionary. In this position, he has your legs up over his shoulders and his feet on the bed as he mounts you, practically sitting on top of your thighs. Mating press.

'Oh, shit,' you think as the realization of the situation at hand hits you. He's really serious. He's going to breed you and you can't stop it.

Toji, red in the face and his eyes dark with lust and need, uses one hand to pin your wrists up above your head as he leans down to give you a wet tongue kiss. "You're gonna be such a good mommy," he coos. "I just know it. We're gonna be so, so happy."

"T-Toji," you weakly stutter, but you can't get out the rest of your words because he has begun to fuck you again. His thrusts are rough, hard, and deliberate. He plunges his cock deep inside of your pussy walls, groaning at the way they tighten and flex around him, pulling him in deeper.

"No man will ever be able to touch you now," he growls, "'cause they'll know you're mine. When you're knocked up with my kid, you'll officially be only mines, understand? Only I can fuck you like this."

Lewd sounds of your wet pussy fill the air as he fucks you deep into the bed, making a point to do so. "Gonna get you so knocked up, baby," he babbles. "Gonna make you a mommy. My mommy."

"Toji!" you scream as tears drip down your face. Toji groans at the gorgeous sight of your wet face and jiggling tits, his cock growing hard inside you. Every thrust brings you closer and closer to that fourth orgasm that you know will be the last of the night for you. You can't go anymore. You feel like you're about to pass out. "I-I'm gonna cum!" you sob. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

Toji glares down at you and pauses, taking his throbbing, wet cock out of you a few inches. You blink at him in confusion. "W-What are you doing?" you weakly ask. Your pussy throbs and twitches impatiently, needing to release.

"Say you want me to cum inside you," he demands, his voice low and intimidating. "Say you want all these babies." He begins to glide his dick up and down your puffy slit, smiling at the way you pathetically whine at the feeling. "Say you want me to breed you," he growls. "Or you don't cum."

"God, I fuckin' hate you, Toji!" you scream. But you don't. You can't. Not when his sex is so good.

"I don't hear what I wanna hear, little girl," he teasingly sing-songs. "I could give less of a fuck if you cum or not, but if you want me to make that pussy cream around my cock, I suggest you do what I say." He takes his cock and begins to smack it against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You can't handle it. You can't take this. "Please, Daddy!" you sob, tears dripping down your face. "Please breed me and fill me up! Give me all of your kids! I wanna be a good mommy for you!"

That nearly makes Toji bust right there. "Good girl," he growls as he slides back inside of you. He goes straight back to fucking you stupid into the bed, making you a completely mindless breeding slut. And you feel 100% okay with it. As long as you can cum, you'll do whatever he wants and he knows it.

He can tell you're close by how your eyes go cross-eyed and your cunt grips him. He can feel himself growing close too. You can tell by how his cock swells inside of you and his thrusts become rougher, nearly fucking you up against the headboard. "I'm 'bout to cum," he warns you. "You better take all of this cum, Mommy. Take all of it!"

"Toji, wait!" you protest, but it's too late. He is already stilling his hips and practically bending your knees to your chest as he fills you to the brim with an orgasmic grunt of release. You feel his cum flood your womb as you cum all over his cock with a short, high-pitched when. "Take it," he groans, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of you. "Take it all, baby."

And you do so. You don't have a choice. You're completely crushed under his big body as he fucks the cum deep into you. You weakly moan as you feel it flood your insides, making you feel warm. Finally, after placing a chaste kiss on your lips, Toji pulls out of you. "Fuck, look at that," he sighs. "All that cum drippin' out of you..."

You don't look, but you can feel it all trickle down to your asscrack to the comforter below you. You don't look at him. You just stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily and coated in sweat. You feel wet, sore, and achy. You just want to crawl under the covers and never come back out.

Toji places a hand on your tummy and strokes it lovingly despite you cringing at his touch. "We did it, baby," he chuckles. "We really did it." He leans down and presses a kiss to your stomach.

"Now you're mine forever."

THE END.

#smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #my fic shit #black coded reader #black writers #toji aka my 2nd baby daddy #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji smut #fushiguro toji #toji x black reader #toji x black y/n #toxic relationship

887 notes · View notes

bebegi · 5 months ago

Text

ICE SKATING PARTNER ★ GHIACCIO

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 [𝘥𝘶𝘩] <3

genre: angst with a hint of fluff (thank u risotto)

warnings: ghiaccio is a c u n t

notes: oh i will make him beg for forgiveness don't u worry

notes²: risotto and pesci... if you can hear me..... save us......

#★ ghiaccio #bbg.txt #ghiaccio x you #ghiaccio scenarios #ghiaccio imagines #ghiaccio x reader #jjba scenarios #jjba x reader #jjba fake texts #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba smau #jojo x reader #vento aureo scenarios #part 5 imagines #part 5 scenarios #ghiaccio smau #la squadra x you #la squadra x reader

89 notes · View notes

desert-rose24 · 2 years ago

Text

Worshipped (Just Imagine Series)

Welcome to my first series called Just Imagine! This is where you, the reader, can read your filthiest thoughts without having a character or person specified. It's all up to you and who you want to picture these fantasies with.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! THIS IS 18+ ONLY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18!

WARNINGS: Pure Smut, Cursing, Dirty Talk, Nicknames (Baby, Sweetheart), Slight Begging, Orgasm, Slight Overstimulation, Fingering, Slight Nipple Play, Kissing, Slight Body Worship, Edging

These stories will not specify any reader ethnicity or race! However, these stories will differ. If you want to read one where you're fantasizing of a specific gender, I'll write those too! THIS STORY IS GENDER NEUTRAL GIVING!

I AM WRITING THESE MORE AIMED TOWARDS FEMALE, PLUS SIZED READERS RECEIVING! It's something I'm more experienced with writing, but I will take requests. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

I do not give any permission for my work to be copied, translated, modified, or reposted on any other site, app, or platform

Part Two

Just imagine the way they make you feel. The way their voice goes through your ears, making you melt. Maybe it's the way they whisper or lean into you when they speak. Perhaps in some cases, it's not the way they say it, but what they actually say.

"You're so damn beautiful"

"You taste so good"

"Good girl"

"You're so fucking wet"

"Cum all over me, baby"

Ah yes, words are powerful, but you know what they always say. "Actions speak louder than words." And that's exactly what they have shown you. When they grab your plump thighs, sometimes slapping them just so they could see them jiggle. It's the moments when they tightly squeeze your full ass to make you moan. Or when they undo your bra just to watch your breasts pour out, taking in every jiggle and bounce. It drives them crazy.

And oh, how you love the way you're adored. No, more like worshipped. In more ways than just one. The way their lips connect with yours. The fresh, purple hickeys covering your chest and neck. When their tongue lingers on every part of your body. Your neck, chest, breasts, hips, thighs...pussy.

Ugh, don't even get them started on your pussy. All the movie nights, sitting on the couch with your legs resting on their lap, where they would see the growing patch of wetness seeping through your panties. It makes them want to reach out and give you the relief you so utterly deserve. You better not be thinking they don't notice...they do. How about when you're standing in the kitchen making a snack? They hug you from behind, planting kisses on your neck and you suddenly rub your thighs together with a low groan? It's so obvious, they want to laugh, but instead, they wait for the right moment. With enough teases, you're bound break aren't you?

Alas, the day is coming to an end. You still haven't said a word about your growing need that has yet to be taken care of. The question as to why you haven't said anything still lingers in your mind as you quietly lie down in bed, wearing a t-shirt and panties, not knowing the answer either. Maybe it'll pass, you think. That's what you always say. You take a deep sigh as you start closing your eyes as you try not to dwell on the ache you feel in your core. That is...until you feel them wrap their arm around your waist. They start rubbing your round, chubby tummy, making the ache grow even more. They knew. No matter how many times you (poorly) tried to hide it, it always came out to the light. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice their hand travelling down your torso, stopping just under the waistband of your panties. Turning your head towards them, they planted a soft kiss right on your lips, pushing their hand further down, reaching your core.

Turning onto your back, you spread your legs, giving them more access. They gently let their fingers linger on your puffy pussy lips, making you softly moan into their kiss. Your hips slightly jerk upwards, the throbbing sensation growing more impatient. You feel them slightly smile against your mouth as you feel their fingers spread your lips, the cool air against your wet cunt making you shiver with lust. You let you a heavy sigh as you feel their fingers gathering your slick, bringing it all the way up to your clit. They let their middle finger rest on your bundle of nerves, making your body jerk. You know what they want...and you're so happy and willing to give it to them.

"Please" you say, feeling your pussy throb as your hips slightly rock into their hand. They let out a light chuckle as they know how needy you are for some type of pleasure.

"Please what, sweetheart?" they respond, their finger pressing down on your bundle of nerves, yet not moving them in the way you want.

"Please...just t-touch me already" you whimpered, a slight frustration making its way into your voice.

Giving you a wet kiss, they start moving their fingers in a slow pace. A soft moan escaped your lips into their mouth. The throbbing was no longer aching. The feeling of their fingers rubbing against you was like no other. Not even you could make yourself feel like this. The slow pace was starting to make you excited, you want them to go faster. Your hips started circling on their hand, giving them a signal. And boy, did they understand that signal. They started moving their fingers faster, making your throw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. Your back now arching, they saw this as an opportunity to lift up your t-shirt, making your breasts pop out. With their free hand, they grope your right breast, bringing their index finger and thumb to pinch your nipple. With another loud moan, you bite your lip.

"Yes..." you whisper, your eyes closing as your orgasm slowly makes its way to you. They looked at you, knowing you're near. They move their fingers even faster, making your body thrash. A series of "Fuck" and "Please" pour out of your mouth as you chase your orgasm. You're so close, you're right there, just a little more and...they stopped. With a loud, frustrated groan, you open your eyes, looking at them through the darkness of the room. They let out a chuckle before speaking.

"Oh baby~, it's not going to be that easy. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want" they said as they pressed their two middle fingers against your hole. They sure knew you a little too well to know that fingering was the best way to make you cum...hard. You whimpered as you, yet again, have excitement filling your core. They pushed their fingers into your hole, making you feel full. You swear, you could've cum right then and there. They started pumping their fingers as a satisfied moan escapes your lips. As if that wasn't enough, they started paying attention to your chest again. With a long lick on your nipple, you grab their head, balling up a fistful of hair.

"Such pretty tits for me" they said. If it wasn't so dark, they'd have all their attention on your boobs. They just adored how they jiggled and bounced with every pump their fingers make inside you. They started pumping faster, wanting you to finally reach the orgasm you long for. You deserve it after all. They reached that deep, spongy part inside you that makes you go crazy. The sound of loud moans and wet squelching of your pussy filled the room. Your cunt squeezing tighter and tighter around their fingers, letting them know you're right there. They started quickly rubbing your clit with their free hand, making your eyes fill with tears in pleasure.

"C'mon baby, cum for me. You're doing so good" they said, making you groan in response.

"Ahhhh~ fuck!" you scream, your back arching as the feeling of ecstasy hits you. The release you've been craving has finally come to you. White hot pleasure fills your core as they slow down their fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your hips rock as it comes to an end, overstimulation now taking over. Your body twitches as you squeeze your thighs together, making them retract their fingers out of your panties. They bring their fingers up to their mouth and suck your juices off, moaning in delight. Usually, you would slap their hand out of their mouth and cover your face in embarrassment. You guess you could let it slide this one time, it's dark anyways. The night comes to a great end as you fall asleep in their arms, satisfaction and sleep taking over. Oh, wouldn't it be nice to have that kind of relief? To not only be loved, but to feel the pleasure that comes from love? That burning ache you feel deep down. It's not a want, but a need.

Too bad it's all just a fantasy...right?

#chubby reader #x plus size reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader #female reader #fem reader #x reader

177 notes · View notes

disfiguredlovewrites · 1 year ago

Text

— #LOVESICK

Adelaide x fem reader

Manhwa: I will abdicate my title of empress

CW: OCC actions

Word count: 408 words

Unedited

"Adele, focus on me, please?" Y/n whines as she holds her lover's arm. Adelaide merely chuckled at the display. “I have work to finish dear, can't you just wait a little more?" She asked teasingly, nevertheless she continued working. It made Y/n whine even more.

"You have so engrossed in your work these days and I just feel a little unloved…." Y/n said as she folded her arms over her chest and leg out an annoyed sound. Y/n looks away for a second before looking back at Adelaide with puppy dog eyes. "Will you please spend some time with you poor lover?" She asked, clasping her hands together in a begging manner.

Adelaide only gave Y/n a soft smile. “Alright alright, I will do the work later." She says, chuckling, putting the quill back and stacking the papers neatly. Y/n let out an excited sound as she hugs Adelaide tightly. "Oooo! Can we maybe walk in the garden? Perhaps cuddle?" She asked, kissing Adelaide continuously on her face, not letting the latter talk or breathe properly.

"Ah- Calm down N/N, I am not going anywhere." Adelaide teased as she tried to stop the oncoming flood of kisses. "I am sorry but I can't help it." Y/n said with a giggle, stopping only after a few minutes. Adelaide sighed while blushing slightly, thank god the kisses had stopped, anymore and she would've collapsed. "How about we just cuddle hm? I have been tired these days after all." Adelaide calmly suggested, trying calm herself down after the actions her lover exuded.

"Yes! That would be lovely." Y/n said as she blushed and smiled brightly. Adelaide stood up as she held out her arm for her lover to grab. Y/n happily complied and they calmly walked together towards Adelaide’s room. Y/n continued rambling on about things Adelaide didn’t quite understand but still listened to.

(I don’t how to build up from here so just imagine they reached the room and are cuddling on the bed.)

Adelaide held y/n close to her, gently gripping the latter’s hand and giving it gentle kisses. They held each other close as if their life depended on it, whispering words of affection. Adelaide couldn’t ask for anything better then this.

She was glad she met Y/n. ‘I suppose this is worth marrying that man.’ Adelaide thought as she peppered her lover’s face with kisses.

All of the published posts on this account/blog belongs to @disfiguredlov3. I do not consent to my works being: translated, stolen, published or reposted on this and other sites without my permission. Likes, reblog are highly appreaciated. Thank you.

#manhwa x you #manhwa #wlw post #wlw fiction #wlw fanfic #fanfic #i abdicate my title of empress #historical manhwa #female reader #fem reader #manhwa x reader

57 notes · View notes

cupidzgf · 2 years ago

Text

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ EREN JEAGER - you celebrate eren's birthday in bed

contents: older eren, no titans au (that's why he's happy in this 😭), fluff. that's it

The sun peeked through the curtains, dazzling rays of light dancing over the sleeping figure beside you. He's curled in the thin bed sheets, his muscle-crafted back glimmering under the morning sun, slow, even breaths leaving his parted lips. He looked peaceful like this, like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, with messy brown hair tousled across the nape of his neck.

Eren was the epitome of beauty and all things divine. The very definition of such elegant words- the color in black and white. Even then, they did nothing to justify the sincerity in his smile pulling taught at his cheeks, the mirth marred in his voice whenever he teased, or the ever-creeping darkness in his eyes when they happened to gain a faraway sheen. It was those very things that no poetry or painting could ever capture. Only the memory seared into the back of your eyelids could merely hope to do it justice.

"Hey," his voice rasped, a low and rough sound, "What are you doin' up, sweetheart?"

You softly smiled, resting your chin on his chest while sleepy eyes blinked down at you, long, dark eyelashes framing the bluish/green of his sparkling irises. "Happy birthday."

He grinned, his vibrant eyes flashing in the morning light. Then, it twists into something mischievous as his hands latch onto your hips, pulling over his shirtless body so his mouth can find yours within seconds. His lips molded with yours in a passion that couldn't be rivaled and furious enough to send your head spinning. It takes a moment for you to gather your bearings before you lean in with equal vigor, letting him indulge in the pleasures of your body.

His kiss slips from your mouth, wet lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he makes a point to suckle the skin, tongue cruising over what you imagine was a blotchy purple hickey. His advancements do not falter, however, lips pressing and tongue swirling over various spots on your neck, leaving a dark splotch over your pulse point where you're whining into Eren's skin. He presses an apologetic kiss on the area once he's finished, his smile curling into a grin against your skin. You lift your head to get a better look at his reaction, finding him already staring at you with an expression shadowed by lust.

"Couldn't ask for a better present, wrapped up so pretty for me in these sheets. You're just begging to be opened, aren't you?" Your cheeks and nose are painted in a coloration vastly different from the rest of your skin, a low chuckle escaping his vocal cords at your embarrassment.

His eyes wander shamelessly down your body draped in nothing but blankets and a tee shirt, a murmur escaping his lips so silent you almost missed it. "Happy birthday to me."

You bury your face back into his torso to escape his reaction, and a hand rubs along the length of your spine in soothing circles as if to show you his appreciation. "I got you a present if you want it now."

"You spoil me, love," he chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest before his voice falls to a hush, imploring you to take his following words to heart. "But there isn't anything I could want besides you."

#eren jeager #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger fluff #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yaegar #eren jeager x you #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan

177 notes · View notes

andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

Text

The Type You Save ~ S I X T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: the penaultimate chapter

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: F I F T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke up with pain. Shit, he thought to himself. The light in the room was blinding, not helping the headache he had at all. He blinked slowly trying to orient himself. He went to massage his head but found he couldn’t move. This is what finally brought him into full consciousness. He looked to see Nate sitting next to him, tied to the chair with his arms behind his back. He finally lifted his head and saw Alex in front of him, also tied to a chair but gagged. He could see that she had been crying. “Alex?”

“Ah, Captain Rogers, good to see you are finally awake.” A man in a crisp suit stood in front of him. “I don’t believe we have met. Christian Grey.”

Steve stared daggers at the man. “You’re the asshole that is trying to rip my family apart. Trying to take my brother’s wife. My nephew’s mother.”

“She is mine,” Christian snarled. “She was always mine.” He punched Steve in the face. Steve raised his face back up, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his lip. Alex muffled scream came from across the room. A laugh could be heard, and he looked to see another man with Zemo standing next to him.

Christian walked over to Nate. “I knew you would betray me, Nathaniel. You were always weak, especially for my girl.”

“She was never your girl.” Nate looked defiantly towards him. “You took an innocent girl and ruined her. I did everything to protect her. You just wanted to fuck her up. We had a code, ethics.”

Grey got right in his face. “Don’t act like you had to moral high ground,” he snarled. “You were right there next to us, doing my dirty work without a second thought. You lusted after Alex just like every other man. Let me rephrase, you were in love with her.”

Nate didn’t blink. “Yes, I do. I loved her so much, but she deserved more than this life. I had no problem helping her escape if it meant she was happy. I couldn’t save my soul, but I could save hers.”

Alex let the tears openly flow. She knew Nate had a crush, but she hadn’t known how deep it had gone. She looked at him with sorrow. Nate knew what she wanted to say but he simply nodded.

“That is so romantic. A declaration of love,” Grey mocked.

“Well, it’s better than what you think you are calling love.” Nate threw back. “Tell her. Tell her how you made her an orphan. How Walker ran them off that cliff. That you actually found her brother a few days after he tried to leave and tortured him when he refused to give his blessing. How he begged you to spare her life. How you slit his throat and watched him bled out on the same floor you made her bedroom in.”

Alex’s eyes widen at Nate’s words. She started to scream through the gag and buck in the chair. Her mind on Simon. She had assumed he was alive but underground. Underground was right but he hadn’t been alive in years.

Christian roared at Nate. “You think giving her these truths would make it better? I should kill you first, so she knows she is powerless to stop this. Walker.” Christian turned to face Alex as Walker went up to Nate and punched him in the gut, the force tipping the chair over and sending Nate onto his back. Walker picked him back up and swung at his face, his nose now bleeding but unconscious.

Alex continued to scream until Grey went and ripped the gag from her mouth. “You’re a monster! You killed my family!”

“I only did what I had to do to keep you, Alexandra. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He saw the confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember? You wandered into a game one night, looking so innocent and beautiful. I knew I had to have you. But Simon refused. So, I eliminated the obstacles.” He laughed with such malice that it made Alex flinch. “You were so easy to mold into what I needed. Now, it’s time for some negotiations.”

Outside, the police were slowly surrounding the home and garage. Infrared camera detected no one in the house but they still send a team in to make sure. James and Tony were waiting at the command center with the local police captain Thor Odinson. “The house is clear, but it looks like someone was injured. They found blood in one of the bedrooms.”

“Alex,” James whispered and closed his eyes. He snapped them open. “Have you found Captain Rogers?”

“No, but we still have the garage that is a ways back.” Thor looked at his colleagues. “I would ask but I already know you won’t stay put.”

“Sorry, but my entire family is in this.” James pulled on his vest.

Tony moved to stop him. “Bucky, are you sure you can handle this?”

“I need to bring them back to Drew. He can’t lose them.” He checked the clip on his gun. “I’m taking Grey dead or alive.”

“What negotiations?” Alex kept breathing deep, trying to level her head. But all she saw were thoughts of her parents, her brother, ripped away from her.

“I have some paperwork that needs to be signed.” Grey smirked. “Formalities, really.”

“Formalities? For what?”

“For you to be completely mine. We have things that need to be resolved.”

Alex lifted her chin. “I won’t sign anything for you, you fucking prick.”

Christian didn’t say a word as stepped towards her. About six inches away, he leaned to her face. “Watch. Your. Mouth.” And without another warning he slapped her, her face rearing as it moved from the force. A cry left her mouth as the pain radiated.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yelled, trying to move the restraints. He felt one of the ropes slip but didn’t let on as he slowly freed one of his hands.

“I won’t touch her again Captain. Not until we finished at least, and I claim my prize.” He whipped back to Alex. “These papers.” He threw them on the table next to her and turned her in her chair. “You will sign them. Otherwise,” he grasped her chin to have her face the men tied up, “I will make you watch as we began to play with them. Walker, as you know, loves to have fun with new friends.”

Alex’s eyes glanced at Walker, an evil smile gracing his face as he played with a knife from his belt, twirling, glinting with menace. “What are they?” she whispered.

“Marriage dissolution papers. I want you to be mine and first I need to end your joke of a marriage to that cop.”

Steve pleads with her. “Don’t sign them, Alex. Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.”

Alex could barely see him through the tears building up in her eyes. “I have too Stevie. I need to save you.”

“No, you don’t Ale. You were the one we needed to save. Everything will be ok. Please don’t sign them.”

The SWAT team approached the garage silently, James and Tony among them. They all positioned themselves near the windows and doors. James glanced in to see the three people tied up, Alex’s face red but could see someone with their head down and Steve with what looked like a hand free but playing it off. “We have three hostages in there, one who looks unconscious,” he whispered. They could now hear the conversation going on.

“This is all so sweet,” he heard Grey say, but now is not the time. A gun cocked back, ready to fire. “Now, Alexandra. What have you decided?”

He could hear Alex sobbing quietly. “What happens if he doesn’t sign? You need two signatures.”

“To save your life, I’m pretty sure I can get your officer to sign them. He gets everything after all. Your business, your money. Everything but your son. I’ll raise him after this. Bring him up to be a good soldier and eventual heir. You will still be his mother, but you will be my queen.”

Alex face was one of horror, matching the one she could see on Steve’s and unknowingly James’s as well. “You can’t have him,” she whispered.

“Oh, I will pet. And we will have others. Our own little family.” Christian laughed, echoing in the garage.

Steve saw out of the corner of his eye that Nate was waking up. Nate looked around and saw Steve waving his loose hand at him. He gestures to charge, and Nate understood. He waited until Walker turned his back on the men. Steve loosened his other hand holding the rope, so no noise was made. He glanced around for a weapon and saw James in the window. James winked and Steve understood. They were no longer alone.

He saw the men waiting for Alex to make her decision. He subtly glanced at Nate and nodded once.

James got ready after explaining what he saw. He made it to the main door. And took a breath. Please God, make sure they are ok. He closed his eyes and opened them with focus. The SWAT team took position in front, their tactical gear making the practical choice for all. Odinson counted down in his ear piece. “Breach in three, two, one… “

“Let’s have it, Alex. I want an answer. NOW!”

Alex pulled in a breath as she could see that Steve was free and motioning Nate, looked in her direction. But not at her. And it hit her. He was here. James was here. “Fine, I’ll sign. But I need my hands. I want to read it. To understand what you are taking away from me.”

Grey smirked. “Sure.” He let go of the tie on her wrist and she flexed. She picked up the papers and started to read them, her eyes moving but actually observing the scene. Walker and Zemo had their backs to Steve and Nate, a huge mistake on their part. Grey had his body turned as well.

Steve saw that he had Alex’s attention. He held up a hand counting down. Closing his fist, he quietly went up to Walker, Nate up to Zemo and charged. Steve put Walker in a choke hold while Nate charged into Zemo’s stomach, dropping both. Grey turned to the commotion and then back as the door burst open.

“Police!”

Grey didn’t hesitate, firing at the officers as he ducked behind the desk. Alex pushed herself back out of the way, but Grey grabbed her. Walker loosened Steve’s hold, turned and pointed his gun at Steve, but a SWAT officer took him out before he had a chance.

Nate was loose from the chair and began to wail on Zemo. Zemo pushed him off, but Steve got there with Walker’s gun. “Move and you die, “ cocking the gun back.

As the police moved in, Grey took hold of Alex and used her as a shield, his gun at her head, arm around her neck. James ran in and stopped. “Ah, Sargent Barnes. Nice of you to join us.”

“Stop!” James put his hand up to stop the other officers. Steve looked up and his face fell. Nate’s face twisted in anger at the scene. “Ok, just let her go.”

“Let her go? No, I don’t think I will.”

“Jamie!” Alex cried.

“Its ok Allie. Everything is going to be ok, doll.” James took in her disheveled state. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

“Ok enough chatter. You are going to talk to these nice officers and let us walk away. I’m going to put her in the car with me and we are going to drive far away. I won’t hurt her, and you get to live.”

“That’s not going to happen.” James kept his gun trained on him but had no clean shot.

A movement in his peripherals caused Grey to shift. “Think about what you are going Captain. I just need to pull and the world ends,” stopping Steve in his tracks.

“Ok, let’s just remain calm,” James called out. “You have no clean exit, Grey. I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you try and take her from me again.”

“Take her? She was mine to begin with! She was always mine! And you, you just charmed her with your Brooklyn ways!” Grey screamed. “You took the only thing I have ever loved!”

“She ran from you. What does that tell you?”

“Alex just needed time.” Grey was letting his delusions out. “Didn’t you just need time pet?” He grasped her neck harder, making her cry out. “She’ll see that we are perfect together. I just need to get rid of the obstacles. I just...” his eyes moved to James. “I just need to get rid of you.” He moved his gun away from Alex and pointed it at James.

“No, please!” Alex yelled. “I’ll leave, I’ll stay with you. Please don’t hurt him.” She cried harder.�� “Please don’t kill him.”

“You need to stay with me Alex and the only way is if he is gone.” His attention was now on Alex, watching her beg for her husband.

“Please Christian, I’m begging you to leave him alone.”

In the chaos of her pleas, Nate moved closer to James. He knew how unstable Grey could be. He got around Steve just as Grey refocused the gun on James.

“Thanks for keeping her safe Barnes. But it’s time to go.”

Alex screamed as the gun fired at James. “Jamie!”

James fell over, the wind knocked out of him after he hit the floor. He coughed and looked up to see Alex fall to her knees leaving Grey wide open. He fired and hit Grey right in the chest, the blood splattering onto Alex as Grey fell over on top of her.

That’s when James realized a body was pinning him down.

“Nate!” Alex screamed

James realized that this was Alex’s friend who jumped in the way to save his life. He pushed him over to see blood seeping from his stomach. James immediately put pressure on the wound. “Steve! Get Alex!”

Steve pushed Grey off of Alex. Steve checked her over as she thrashed to get to James and Nate. “Stevie please, I’m fine!” She finally pulled free. “Alex, wait.”

She fell next to Nate. His eyes looked around panicking until he saw her face. “Its ok Nate, it’s going to be ok,” she whispered.

“We need EMTs in here now!” James yelled. “Come on Nate, keep your eyes open.”

“Please Nate, keep your eyes on me,” Alex pleaded. She took his hand into hers. “You have to live, ok? I need to kick your ass for being so stupid.”

Nate tried to smile, blood coming from his mouth, staining his teeth. “Love. You,” he labored to say.

“Love you too Nate but don’t do this ok. My son needs to meet you.” She watched as his eyes began to flutter. “No, no, no, Nate come on, stay with us.”

The EMTs rushed over, and James moved out of the way to let them work. He went to Alex to move her out of the way. “Come on Allie.”

“No, I can’t leave him! Nate! Nate!” she screamed as James picked her up and pulled her away. “Jamie please, he needs me.”

“I know doll, I know. I’m sorry.” He held her close as she screamed for her friend.

Nate felt cold, but when he looked into Alex’s eyes, knowing she was now safe, he felt at peace. He let his eyes close as the medics worked on him. He could rest now that she was safe.

I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry....

@patzammit

@texmexdarling

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@firephotogrl74

@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

@bunnyforhim

@alexakeyloveloki

@sunnyhummingbee

@peaceinourtime82

@lokislady82

@saucy-sassy-sparkly

@kmc1989

@kandis-mom

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #the type you save #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky x ofc #Steve rogers #detective AU #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut

21 notes · View notes

roadkill-writes · 1 year ago

Text

Princess Part 2

Not my gif please give credit to @suledins

This is the second part of Princess could technically be read as it’s own fic!

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Drug use (weed even though I don’t count it as a drug) it is a heavily mentioned, a nod at Chrissy’s ED (again I don’t condone it but I know it’s a trigger to some, Broken family (adultery, mother cheating), No use of (y/n), Swear words. Afab!reader

Please let me know if there is anything that I may have missed, as well at this is very vaguely proofed. In no way shape or form do I give permission for anyone to republish or repost my work on other sites without my consent and full credit given.

This morning was no different than yesterday. Your alarm goes off at five and yet you lay in bed for another five minutes before rolling over to let your feet hit the soft shag purple carpet you begged your parents to put in. You shuffle around your room for another ten minutes trying to collect the things you need for a hot shower like a towel.

And then you pad down the hall to the bathroom attempting not to wake your dad. The cold metal knobs of the shower shock you ever time, twisting the hot water on and then the cold just enough to your liking. Slowing peel your silk pajamas off and step into the water letting the warmth wake you to your fullest.

Rinsing the last of the soap off your body you twist the knobs off and tear back the curtain the cold air always seemed to help wake you up. Pulling the towel for the rack you wrap it around your body before reaching for the towel for you hair. Stepping onto the plush bath mat you dry your feet before opening the door and making your way back into your bedroom. Locking the door and grabbing a Metallica record out of your collect before turning up the volume just low enough to hear through the door.

Putting your cheer uniform on for the day, drying and doing your hair promptly with your cheer bow, and applying makeup. By now your dad’s usually awake you can hear him making his way down stairs but just before he does he stops out side of your door telling you he’s making coffee if you’d like some. Most days you decline but on days like today where you felt like you really needed it you tell him thank you and that you’d be down in a few minutes.

Onto the next step of your daily routine, your knees firmly planted onto your plush purple carpet as you dig under your bed for your metal lunch box. The one one dawned in Smokey the bear telling you that ‘Only you can prevent forest fires’ quite ironic actually, your dad thinks you pack your lunch in it. But in reality you keep your weed stash tucked away, it hidden just behind an old shoe box under your bed. Grabbing ahold on the clanky handle you retrieve it and make your way over to your desk to pre roll a few.

This wasn’t routine, you’re running low on weed. And after learning yesterday that you’ve been getting ripped off by Jeremy McCoy you weren’t the happiest camper. “For fucks sake.” You mutter, not wanting to alert your dad of your dismay or your ‘stress relief’ stash.

You rolled what you could with what you had left, like four. Slamming the lid of the lunch box closed and swiftly locking the latches before tossing it into your awaiting book bag by your feet. Zipping that closed as well before tossing a strap over your shoulder, shutting your record player off and checking your makeup one last time before heading downstairs.

You dad sat at the head of the table morning paper between his hands covering his face from view. A hot cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him, he leaned the paper forward just enough to view you as you walked in.

”Good morning, sweetheart. Your cups sitting on the island just the way ya like it. And your allowance is there as well.” He smiles before lifting the paper back up to continue where he left off.

“Thanks dad.” You had the smallest of smiles on your face.

You haven’t had the best relationship since your mom moved out a few months ago, but you both tried to make it work. Never getting in each others way within the house and keeping conversations to a minimum almost like roommates in an odd way. More times than not he was normally out the door before you would leave for school, always just leaving your allowance on the counter.

You took a few large sips of your coffee until you glanced over at the clock above the stove, realizing that it was now almost 7 and you’d have to leave soon. Grabbing the cash of the counter top needing to put it in your coin purse.

“Dad? Have you seen my keys?” You asked from the hallway.

“They should be either hanging up by the door or in the bowl in the hallway.

Another daily thing, not remembering where you put your keys. Even though the night before you would have sworn you had hung them up or thrown them on the kitchen counter for the morning retrieval.

”Found ‘em! Also don’t wait up for me I’ve got a game after school.” Hand on the front door knob twisting it before pulling it open.

”Wasn’t planning on it gotta stay late at work.”

Your dad did work as a lawyer stayed late most nights but he brought enough money in to never have to worry so you never really minded. You nodded your head even though you knew he wasn’t even paying attention to you as you closed the door behind you.

Tossing your bag in the passenger seat as you closed the door, car coming alive with the turn of a key. Deciding to change your Kate Bush cassette out for one of the ones hidden under your passenger seat, todays blind choice was - you looked at the label - Slayer’s new album Show No Mercy. Tossing Kate bush onto your passenger seat for quick retrieval for when you pulled into the school parking lot.

You’d be caught dead if any of your friends knew what kind of music you listened to. Would totally ruin your cheerleader reputation and your spot as cheer captain with the way some of the girls on the team have been acting as of recently. Some of them knew of your light work with weed but in their eyes it was only at parties and you would like it to stay that way.

The drive to school was never terrible humming along to whatever music you decided to play that day got you into a good mood. The still warm late summer breeze blowing through your open windows was also a plus to your morning commute.

The school parking lot was hustling and bustling as it always did approaching first period, ejecting the slayer cassette before grabbing the one you had tossed onto your passenger seat and inserting it as you drove into the parking lot. Slayer then got tossed onto the floor for you to shove under the seat later. Finding an open parking spot was easier said than done especially since you ended up running a few minutes behind this morning.

Thankfully finding one on the far end, un thankfully next to a ratty two-tone beat up looking van. Eddie Munsons van. The same van he just happened to be sitting in right now. With the car in park, you leaned over into your passenger seat to grab the cassette up from the floor and tuck it back into its hiding spot under the seat. You could hear the bell ring in the process signaling the start of first period, which also now meant that you were late.

Which also means that Eddie was late and you could catch him before while no one was around to see. Plucking the keys from the ignition and you bag from the passenger seat you climbed out of your car closing the door behind you. Eddie paid you no mind as you looked at him through the passenger window so you decided to give it a small knock with your knuckle.

Eddie paid you no mind as the loud music played around him as he rolled a joint. Taking matters into your own hands you opened the door and climbed in slamming the door in the process. Immediately reaching for the radio to turn the loud volume down.

”Eddie! For Christ sake first bell already rang and I’ve been knocking on the window.”

“Jeez princess, sure you wanna get caught in the Shaggin Wagon?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, “The only shag in here is the carpet on the floor. But seriously I need to ask you something.”

”No.” He stared with a blank expression as he continued to roll his joint.

”Huh? You don’t even know what I was going to ask you.” You sat bewildered.

“As much a banging a cheerleader is top priority on my list it’s not gonna happen.”

You let out a scoff, “Ugh as if! I was gonna ask for weed but at this point I’d rather be over paying from McCoy.” You had pulled the handle to open the door it released with a click. Hopping out and slamming the door before Eddie could even plead his case. Stomping your way across the courtyard and into the school.

Classes have gone and went, thankfully your first period teacher didn’t mark you absent for the day since you were late. But now was on to lunch, making a short stop at your locker with a few of the other cheerleaders to drop off some books you made your way into the cafeteria.

Standing in line you all got your food and made your way to your designated table with all the other girls. You sat across from Chrissy and next to Madeline two of your favorite underclass men. Madeline was a girl of average height, with brown hair that fell just past her shoulders in perfect curls when she didn’t have it pulled back into a pony tail. She was a quite bubbly girl along side Chrissy. Chrissy has a personality just as bright as her blonde hair, a little ball of sunshine as you will. Both girls were a year below you but when they had tried out for the cheer team their freshman year you all just clicked, inviting them to parties and sleepovers and driving them around in your car on occasions, even going to the mall regularly when it was still open. You wouldn’t trade these girls for the world, you quite literally took them under your wing.

“Hello girls! Did ya miss me all day?” You smiled while getting situated at the table next to Madeline.

They both let out giggles. “Of course we did,” Chrissy said she picked around at her french fries never actually eating any of them.

“We missed you at practice yesterday, what happened?” Glancing up from your tray at Madeline’s question.

“Oh Mads I meant to call you last night and explain. Had really bad cramps, barely made it home.” Both girls nodded in understanding, it wasn’t uncommon for some of the girls to sit out or not show if nature called.

Chrissy light up with a smile, “Well hey at least you’re feeling better today. Especially since we have the game tonight.” You nodded your head at you dipped a French fry into your ketchup before eating it.

A hand slid its way onto your shoulder not thinking anything of it. “There’s my little lady.” A sultry voice came from behind you.

”Jeremy, I’m not your lady. And I don’t know how many more times I have to tell you this.” You swiped his hand off your shoulder not even having to look behind you to know who it was.

Looking down as you pushed your french fries around with your manicured finger. “No, but you could be if you’d go out with me this Friday.” Both of his hands now resting on your shoulders giving them a little squeeze as he gently rocked you back and forth.

You happen to look up and meet the eyes of none other than Eddie across a few tables, not even paying attention to his friends around him in conversation, a look on his face that you couldn’t read but you got an idea. Turning your head to look up at Jeremy. “Actually, you know what Jeremy. I will go out with you this Friday.” A bright smile written across your features, scrunching up your nose in a cute manner.

At that moment in time Jeremy McCoy looked as if he just won the lottery, eyes wide and fist pumping in the air. He just about ran his way over to the other basketball players to rejoice. Getting high fives and chest bumps from the other jocks. “Fuck yeah she said yes!” Turning your head back to look at Eddie, you smirked. Two could play this game.

Lunch finished up by now you and all the girls got up to throw whatever was left in to the trash, said your goodbyes and headed off to your lockers before your next classes. By the time you made your way to your locker there was a freshman standing waiting for you looking to be out of breathe and just slightly sweaty. He looked like one of the boys that were sat at the table with Eddie.

You pretended not to notice him as you began twisting the dial of your lock to put in the combination. He cleared his throat trying to get you to acknowledge him. “I’m sorry can I help you with something are you lost?” Looking him in the eyes.

He felt tense under your gaze. “Uh oh no! I’m not lost.”

You opened your locker and began grabbing the books you needed for your next classes. “Then what do you want?” You asked blankly. “Uh Ed, Eddie wanted me to give you this.” He stuttered as he stuck his hand out a note grasped in his fingers. You’re reached out to grab it your fingers grazing his unknowingly you could almost see him shriver at the touch. Taking the note and before you even got it fully in your grasp the boy turned and sped off down the long crowded hallway. You didn’t have time to read it now as the bell began to ring signaling to get to class, so you just finished grabbing your books and headed off to class.

Taking your seat in chemistry you placed your books on your desk and your bookbag on the ground next to the legs of your chair. You had a few minutes before Mrs.Humphrey started classes so you opened the note.

Meet me at the picnic table after your stupid game

-E

You couldn’t help but slightly chuckle, you were 0-1 already. He was wrapped around your finger already and you’ve barely even started.

Classes were rearing to an end as the final bell was set to go off and kids were waiting to rush to the gymnasium for the start of the basketball game. You met up with Madeline and Chrissy at your locker after the final bell rang, you had about thirty minutes before the game and cheer routine was set to start but you had forgotten your pompoms in your car.

You dug your keys out of your book bag before closing your locker. “I left my poms in my car I’ll meet you guys in the gym.” Looking over your shoulder.

Both girls let out an ‘alright’ as they went to walk off down the hall through the sea of students. Pushing your way through the large heavy front doors or the school you made your way across the asphalt to your cherry red car shining beautifully in the sun. Climbing into the leather seat to try and relax for a moment. To no avail you couldn’t relax not without a pre roll, but there’s no way you could go in there smelling like reefer ricks place not with most of the student body in attendance tonight. So you slugged your way out of the seat to pop the hatch of your car to retrieve the things you came looking for in the first place.

You could feel the vibration of everyone in the bleachers before you made your way into the gymnasium, b-lining right for the cheerleader section front and center on the bottom two rows of bleachers. You caught the eye of Buckley up in the band section, you smiled and waved well more of like shook your pompom at her before you took your seat next to Evelyn the current cheer captain. Robin was a nice girl, you had a few classes with her, even did a few class projects together. Even running into her at Scoops Ahoy! back when StarCourt Mall was up and running before the fire. She’s a bit awkward in a blurted stuff out kinda way but a sweet girl non the less some might even say a friend.

“Robin was that-“ Robin cut Steve off before he got the chance to finish his sentence.

”Yes Steve, yes it was.” Steve had a ‘tell me everything’ look on his face.

”She was my partner in English and biology once. Nothing crazy.” Robin gave a crooked smile.

”Nothing crazy Robin? The soon to be cheer captain stopping to smile and wave at you before a big game!” Robins shoulder jumped to her ears.

“Steve shush!” She tried to get him to lower his voice so attention wasn’t drawn to them both.

The loud voice of the principal was heard over the microphone interrupting their conversation. “Welcome students and faculty to the Hawkins Tigers basketball game!” He paused as the loud rawr of applause rang out through the gym, sending vibrations through out the floor and walls. The cheer team stomping their feet and ruffling their pom poms together with bright smile on their faces. “Go Tigers! Woo!”

The principal continued, “If you’d all stand and take your hats off for the National anthem!”

You and the rest of the cheer team stood before turning around to place your poms on the bleachers where each of you were sat. Placing a hand over your heart as a girl who looked like a muppet sang the national anthem very poorly if you might add.

She finished the song and you couldn't help but wince at her screeching voice. Turning back around for your Pom poms quickly you and the rest again stomped your feet as loud as you all could and ruffled your poms together.

During half time was the girls time to shine. Doing the dance routine just like you’ve all been practicing for weeks. Hearts thumping, girls jumping and flipping all over the court. Pom Poms ruffling, the team shouting chants. You finished off the routine with doing a full gymnastic routine you’ve been working extremely hard on, a front handspring, step out, round off back handspring, step out, round off back handspring, full twisted layout.

Your landing places you directly in the middle of the gym floor, flipping your hair back with your head raised high a giant smile on your face. Everyone hooted and hollered with a round of applause for your excellent performance. Retrieving your pompoms off the floor rushing back over towards the bleachers. Looking up into the crowed to wave at Robin again before the band started to play, catching the look of Steve “The King” Harrington standing next to her the biggest grin on his face as he looks down at you and waves.

You and Steve had your fair share of run ins even though he graduated last year. Being paired for beer pong a few times at his infamous party’s or even running into him and Robin every now and again at Family Video when the newest movies that you’re dying to see come out. No one would exactly call your relationship together as being friends more of acquaintances if that at all.

You grabbed a water bottle off of your coach before returning to your place in the bleachers the game clock slowly ticking down to the eventual ending. The loud buzzers erupted and cheers echoed through the crowd as you looked to see that Lucas Sinclair had scored the winning basket. The team enveloped Lucas in hugs and shouts of success, the entire student body clapped and yelling loudly as the opposing team bowed their heads in defeat.

After everyone said congratulations and their goodbyes you bobbed and weaved through the large crowd on the floor attempting to find at least one of the cheerleaders to give thank you’s and to wish them a good night but large bodies bumped you in every direction until you got pushed into someone. Turning your body to apologize dread written across your face, “Oh my I am so sorry!”

“Oh no you’re totally fine! Was completely my fault.” A girlish awkward voice sounded off.

“Robin, seriously if there’s anything I can make up for it?” You attempted to plead your case once you realized who it was. “When do you work next I can stop in and bring you and Steve lunch?”

”You don’t have to do that just making sure a pretty girl doesn’t fall. Lik- like in a friendly manner of course. The cheer team would have my head if you got hurt on my watch.” You noticed her trumpet clasped tightly in her hands, her awkwardly babbling out apologies.

“Well I greatly appreciate it Robin. Seriously though maybe we could have a girls day actually get to hang out instead of running into eachother.” You kicked the toe of your shoe off the linoleum flooring.

The crowd still was buzzing around you both until realization set in. “Oh fuck! Sorry but I’m late for something.” You turned to start walking away. “If you see Madeline ask her for my number!” You yelled off behind you Robin just nodded her head as a yeah of saying okay.

”Holy shit.” Robin muttered in awe as she stared after your form pushing and ducking under people’s arms to get through the crowd.

You had safely maneuvered through through the thick crowd and had made it to your locker unscathed, thankfully. Retrieving your book bag you made your way out into the parking lot watching people get into their cars and leaving. You pulled your special lunch box out before tossing your book bag and Pom poms into the passenger seat and slamming the door. You checked over your shoulder before making the trek over to the forest line to the dirt path you know like the back of your hand. This was the perfect time to light one up right after the first winning basket ball game of the season. Pausing on the path you unlatched the box balancing it on your forearm as you grabbed out what you needed and a lighter before flicking open your zippo letting the tip burn bright red before snapping the zippo closed and locking up the box. Holding it back down at your side the cold metal brushed up against your leg as you took slow antagonizing steps.

Eddie almost thought you weren’t going to show, maybe that you had gone off with the two friends of yours or maybe even to a party because who knows what you popular people do. Maybe you didn’t care that McCoy was over charging you, or maybe not even charging you at all after the show he put on at lunch. Maybe you and your friends were at your house having a sleepover, the one you talk about boys and wear little skimpy pajamas and have sexy pillow fights and playing truth or dare where you all end up kissing. God would Eddie love to watch that. Hell he’d be drooling and begging in his knees for front row tickets if you’d let him. No no, she thinks he’s a major creep, number one clown at the fun house circus. Down at capital loser, population one. So much to his surprise you sauntered out from behind the bushes blocking the end of the dirty path almost tripping over a stick that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.

You may or may not have ended up walking super dooper slow so you’d be able to savor your three out of four joints. Pausing a few times to giggle at the trees or missing your step over some loose rocks on the trail. Your eyes locked with Eddie’s, and all of a sudden you could feel your blood pumping the thumping of your heart. But that’s normally how you feel when you get higher than Willie Nelson, and that alone made you giggle just thinking about it. Eddie looked at you confused when you began laughing softly as you made your slow venture over to the table to sit down.

“You look like you’ve been having fun.” Eddie motioned towards you.

“Can’t believe you had a child hand deliver me a note.” You said in an almost matter of fact tone.

”Well hey it worked didn’t it?” He fiddled with one of his bracelets on his wrist.

”Yeah I guess it did. So’d you call me out her to apologize for this morning or are you still thinking with your other head?” Eddie laughed at your question as he shook his head yes.

”Maybe I am, would you like to find out?”

His joking tone helped ease the tension between the two of you. Cleared the air if you will.

“Well I’m waiting Munson.” You laughed. “ I wanna hear you say it.”

”And what are you waiting to to hear.” Confused was all Eddie could muster in his head.

”Say the magic word.” You waved your hands around as if to help him conjure the words.

”Magi- Oh!” It was as if a lightbulb went off above his head. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “ Nope.” You said while popping the p to add emphasis on the word. Again confusion washed across his face as he tried to rack his brain in what exactly you could be attempting to get him to say. He said he was sorry what more could you want him to say?

”Alright, princess I’m sorry.” He felt a blush rush up his neck and across his cheeks ending at the tip of his ears, he couldn’t have been more grateful that his hair is covering them completely.

”Bingo!” You said loudly into the air. “Now was that so hard to say?”

He shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders. “No, I guess not. But are you gonna help me smoke this or what.” He pulled out a joint from his lunch box and held it in front of you ready for the taking.

You and Eddie lit up and passed it back and forth in conversation, he brought up what happened during lunch and you explained how McCoy had asked you out on a date Friday and Eddie couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach. You had asked about your mom and how she’s been doing, as you haven’t gotten the heart to go visit her yourself. Not after what happened at least, you couldn’t barely stay on the line when she called the house and you inevitably answered the phone thinking that it was one of your friends. Immediately hanging the phone up once she started talking, and you knew it was wrong but so is what she did. You had opened up to Eddie more about your mom tonight than you ever have even to your dad, you had came clean about how she cheated and how you were the one to catch her and how she was doing it for years before anyone had found out. And about how you were the one to eventually tell your dad after the guilt started to eat at you after the first few days of holding that massive secret; and you would never begin to comprehend on why she had done it after she had gotten everything handed to her from your father everything from cars to vacations to extravagant dinners out in Indianapolis.

By now you and Eddie were lounged across the top of the table shoulder to shoulder with both of your feet propped up in the bench seat, looking up at the sky. Laid there in silence just enjoying the comfortable company from one another hearing one another’s breathe in the night’s air, the leather from his jacket brushing up on your arm it making you shiver slightly with how cool it was to the touch. Turning your head to gaze at him fully taking in his features, the slight freckles dusting his face and the way his curls fall. Not realizing you had been just laying there staring at him until you caught his eye and he smiled, the dimples that so wonderfully graced his cheeks, they were adorable.

”Whatcha looking at princess?” His eyes scanned your face for a moment before his gazed landed on your lips. Still a slight shine on them from the lipgloss you had on earlier that you had wiped off before you started smoking together. Even though Eddie had told you that you didn’t have to he didn’t mind it, you did it out of common courtesy.

”Just trying to figure out why I’ve hated you for so long.” Eddie of course laughed out loud at that one. His shoulders shaking from it as he clutched his stomach. His laughter was contagious enough that you had started laughing along with him, although it might have just been the weed making everything so funny to you both. You both had been laying there what felt like hours laughing on and off sharing funny stories until you had both finally calmed down heads turned facing each other, noses almost touching as his breathe fanned your face. You stared into each others eyes before you had glanced down at his lips. You felt as if it was the right thing to do in the moment so you went for it, your hand rested on his cheek as you leaned in the rest of the way as your soft lips landed on his. You didn’t stay there long pulling away after a few seconds went by you opened your eyes to see Eddie’s wide in you didn’t actually know what emotion. You sat up quickly and collected whatever was on the table of yours before throwing it into your lunch box and locked it up tight. Hopping off of the table your sneakers connected with the grass with a small thump.

“Fuck I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. ” Was all you said before you ran away back to your car, Eddie was too shocked to speak to even mutter a word. He sat up and tried to stop you but nothing came out of his mouth, he couldn’t move. Short time had passed where he just sat there before he put his face in his hands and sighed.

“Way to go Eddie.” He muttered into his hands.

As quickly as you pulled into your driveway was just as quick as you got into the house and up to your room, your dad still wasn’t home as you hadn’t seen his car in the driveway when you pulled in. You had kicked your shoes off before flopping onto your bed face into the pillow and let out a small scream kicking your feet into your mattress. “Why in the fuck did you do that!” You screamed into your pillow.

The sound of the phone on your nightstand dragged you out of your pillow, your stomach sunk thinking about what you and Eddie had talked about earlier that night, what if it was your mom? Would you stay on the line would you have anything to say to her? After the thrift ring you picked it up, holding it against your ear you waited for her voice but it didn’t come. This was someone else, was it Eddie? No you don’t remember ever giving it to him. Oh, maybe it was Robin, you had told her to get it from Madeline if she happened to see her.

“He-hello?” You said quietly into the phone but all you could hear was weird static, maybe almost a dinging noise, kind of like an old clock. The ones you would find an old house like your grandma’s house. What really out you on edge is when the dinging started to gradually grow louder. You slammed the phone down on the receiver, and took a large breath to try and calm the nerves that creepy sound just gave you.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #oc Madeline #fanfics #fanfiction #X reader #xreader #princess

44 notes · View notes

handofkings · 4 months ago

Text

sorry, i don’t usually make these type of posts but i just really need to say this.

i’m very tired of the way people treat gifmakers.

without gifmakers you wouldn’t be able to reblog gifsets of your favourite characters. maybe discover something new. maybe make friends with the people reblogging those gifsets.

so please. i beg you. do not repost other people's gifs.

reposting is not the same as reblogging. reblogging is what this website was made for.

if you want to add an already existing gif to your post, just use the tumblr gif function when making a new post. you can search for the gif that you like and tumblr will automatically link it to the original post.

you could also try to make your own.

ask your favourite gifmaker for tips. more often than not they would love to help, link you tutorials, maybe even exchange messages and talk about the gifmaking process.

don’t want to make your own?

that’s fine. use the tumblr gif function.

do not repost them to other sites. if you do, ask for permission first. give them credit. show them your appreciation. do not repost.

i don’t think many people here understand the effort that goes into making gifs.

you need to get a high quality video file of the thing you want to gif. sometimes that means getting dvds from sites like ebay. it can be tricky and expensive.

you need to use a professional photography software. that could also cost money.

you also need some experience with the software. which a lot of people don’t have. some gifmakers spend a lot of their time learning.

it takes time, money and knowledge to make gifs look good just so you can share them and hope people will like them.

but most of the time people won’t even bother leaving notes on your post.

they’ll take the time to save your work on their phone and repost it to other websites with no credit.

they will get defensive if you patiently ask for credit.

they'll leave hate in the tags.

and they still expect gifmakers to keep feeding them content.

i just. don't get it. sorry.

#i'm taking a little break #i’m glad people like my gifs #but stuff like this is just so demotivating #gifmaking

212 notes · View notes

jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 years ago

Text

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Writer’s Note: I done had this idea for YEARS & finally decided to write it. Idk how long this will be BUT I hope y’all live for some coworkers to friends to lovers type shit. Enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

**********

ONE.

Briiii-iiing!

After what feels like an eternity, the bell signaling your third period and your lunch break has finally rung its joyous sound throughout the halls. You don’t even mind the way it sounds shrill to your overly sensitive ears. But that’s the way of a cat: everything is sensitive to you.

Even as a cat hybrid.

You turn to the student who has become a regular in your office, smiling kindly at him. “That’s for you, too,” you say with a wink. “I don’t think you’d wanna eat lunch with the school counselor, Katsuki.”

Katsuki Bakugou, with his intense stare and a permanent scowl that reminds you of a bulldog, grumbles as he stands and slugs his backpack over his shoulder. He turns to head out of your office without another word.

“Hey,” you say, stopping him. He looks over his shoulder expectantly. “Remember what I said: if someone says something to piss you off, just breathe. Think about what you’d be giving up if you resort to violence. You’re a very intelligent and good kid, Katsuki.”

Bakugou doesn’t reply, but you see something shift on his face. He looks taken aback at your words. But just as quickly as it came, it’s gone and he’s back to his usual cool stare. With a suck of his teeth, he’s leaving your office, slamming the door as he does.

You sit back in your seat and turn towards the window, exhaling slowly. Your view from your office showcases the gorgeous cherry blossoms that are about to bloom–they’re just pink buds right now. You sigh dreamily, so glad spring is here. Finally, you’ll be able to crack open your window to breathe in the sweet scents of blooming flowers and sun.

You remind yourself once again to thank Nezu for such a wonderful spot for your office. Not only do you have the best seat in the house for the view, but you also have your own couch for naps in between breaks and a mini fridge under your desk where you store your lunch and snacks for the kids who come in here to chat about their problems or incidents with other kids (mostly Bakugou).

“As the UA school counselor, it’s important that you’re just as comfortable as our students here!” Nezu brightly proclaimed after giving you the tour of UA on your first day at work. That was at the beginning of September.

Now that it’s March, you’ve been here for six months now. You couldn’t have asked for a better job! You get paid what you weigh with your degrees, you live in an apartment on campus you don’t have to constantly dish out money for public transportation, and everyone you work alongside is so, so nice…

Well, almost everyone.

Not wanting to waste any more time before another kid comes crying into your office about their issues, you take your lunch out of your mini fridge and hurry to head off to the UA teacher breakroom, locking the office door as you do.

When you enter the cozy-looking breakroom with its mini sofas, expensive coffee machine, and sterling steel microwave, you find Nemuri and Mic already sitting at a table. Nemuri glances at the door and grins at you. “Ah, there she is!” she coos. “My favorite cat girl!” Her eyes trail over your form, humming suggestively. “And looking quite fine.”

“Absolutely,” Mic agrees as he pops some rice into his mouth. “Pink is definitely your color, Y/N.”

You flush at the sweet compliments, glad you went for a pink blouse and a nice skirt today. “Why, thank you,” you giggle as you sit next to Nemuri–your usual spot. Your trail curls around your legs, relaxed and content. “So, what’s on for the conversation today?”

“Tonight,” Nemuri replies, wiggling her brows mischievously at you. “We’re still on for tonight, right?” She grips your arm dramatically. “Please tell me we are! I’ve been needing to get my ass in my clubbing dress for months!”

“Yes, drama queen,” you laugh as you unzip your lunch bag. A bento box, a yogurt cup, and a bottle of Kombucha tea sit inside. “We’re still on. I’ve been needing to shake my ass for the one time, too.”

“And get yourself someone to take back home tonight you watch you shake your ass,” Nemuri adds. You roll your eyes while Mic laughs. “Aw, come ooon, Y/N!” she whines. “You’ll never know the thrill of bringing someone back for a hot night at your place until you try it.”

Nemuri has been trying to get you to try casual sex for the longest time after her plans for being a matchmaker fell through. When you told her you didn’t have a boyfriend during a night out after becoming fast friends, she just about fell out of her chair. “No,” she gasped into her cocktail. “A woman as gorgeous as you? There’s no way! This is a tragedy!”

And because of this “tragedy”, she took it upon herself to try and match you up with other pros she knew.

So far, it’s been All Might, who was very nice but you found you liked as a friend, and Snipe, who was fine as hell behind his mask and amazing in bed, you felt like you were leading him on because of your feelings for another person. Snipe told you he understood but if things never worked out with “the other guy”, he was always there.

What Nemuri didn’t realize is that dating never seemed to work for you. It always ended in casual sex due to you being a cat girl. Most men you’d dated or slept with always seemed to want you for the cat girl they thought you to be…which was usually out of a hentai.

So you steered clear from dating, feeling more than happy being single if it meant not putting up with the BS. Cat girls had a bad rep because of the shit Hollywood thought of for pornos, which meant you had to work ten times harder to get what you wanted. Including being taken seriously in a relationship.

“First of all, that’s against the rules, ‘Muri,” you sigh despite your friend’s pouting. “Nezu is against bringing any outsiders onto campus, especially in our dorms.” Nemuri and Mic glance at each other, knowing damn well they’ve broken that rule many, many times. “And two, you know I’m too busy with work to date.”

“It’s not dating though,” she protests. “It’s sex! Tell her, Mic.” The blonde pro looks between the two of you, bunching on a rice ball.

“I’m not in this,” he mumbles, making you laugh. “And the last time I brought someone to my apartment, I shattered some windows in the entire complex because I was so loud.” Your eyes widen at his confession and he flushes. “He was good, okay?”

Hysterical giggles rise to the surface in your chest, Nemuri laughing with you. “That’s hilarious,” you sigh, wiping at a tear, “and exactly why your idea is a bad one.” You poke Nemuri’s side with a fork. “Besides, you know I don’t want just anyone in my bed.”

As soon as the words are out, you realize your mistake. Your friends stare at you expectantly, leaning in as if desperate to know your deep, dark secrets. “Then who do you want, Y/N?” Nemuri purrs, raising a brow at you.

Mic nods. “Yes, do tell!”

You flush, popping a piece of chicken kara-age from your bento box into your mouth to keep your mouth occupied. They both knew who you were referring to; they just wanted you to say it aloud. The truth was, you could never date just anyone because you already had feelings for another. It was stupid, really. A pathetic, schoolgirl crush because you knew he could never return them.

As if on cue, the man of the hour and your dreams walks into the room, as quiet as a church mouse. He’s so quiet that you jump, your tail fuzzing up, when you see him round the corner wearing his signature jumpsuit and scarves, hands in his pockets. He truly is an attractive man despite his tired eyes–about six foot something, a nice build, black locks of shoulder-length hair that frame his handsome face, and a five o’clock shadow.

When he glances at you as he walks in, it’s so hard to breathe suddenly. No matter how many times he looks at you, it always has the same effect on you. His stares are intense and bothersome; haunting almost. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that your skirt rises just above your knees, giving a tiny slip of thigh behind your nylon stockings.

“Aizawa!” Mic exclaims, grinning at his friend as he slinks into the room. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face?”

Aizawa doesn’t spare his friend as much as a glance as he looms over the coffee machine. He grabs one of the Plus Ultra mugs above the sink and takes a pod of the dark roast. “Lunch break,” he blandly replies. “Needed coffee.”

You can’t help but watch his hands as he works to whip himself up a cup. His hands are just so big! And his fingers are so long. You wonder if he plays piano by any chance.

And if one day, he could play you by any chance. Would his hands be calloused and rough from years of hero work? Would they be gentle and careful with you? Would he know how to touch you? Would he be willing to know how practically begging you to show him how to make you feel good?

You can picture him now, his eyes drilling a hole into you as he kneels between your thighs, his fingers plunged deep into your sobbing wet–

“Oh, Shouta!” Nemuri calls, scaring you half to death out of your nasty thoughts. She’s smirking at you while Mic silently laughs beside her. “Will you be attending our nighttime activity after school ends? We’re going to Hot Spot. You know, that one club all the pros go to?”

You flush, knowing what she’s doing. She knows damn well Aizawa isn’t going. He never goes anywhere except when he’s forced to. “Of course, you are,” he mutters, tapping one finger on the counter as he waits for his coffee to finish brewing. “And no, I’m not. Don’t know why this is even a question.”

“Oh, sorry,” Nemuri sarcastically replies. “I forgot you’re anti-social and you hate anything related to socializing or people.”

Aizawa gives her an irritated glance. “Not the reason,” he growls. “It’s because I have better things to do than be in a room with a bunch of drunk people I don’t know. Like grading papers.” Once his coffee is done, he takes the mug along with one packet of sugar. No cream or anything else.

He walks to the door but glances back at his friends before he makes his grand exit. “And I’m not anti-social.”

“Sure, you’re not!” Mic yells to him once he’s gone. He then turns to you and Nemuri with a smirk. “He totally is.”

You smile along with Nemuri’s laugh, but you can’t help the way your body feels from Aizawa’s presence: hot and very, very bothered.

***********

You could burn a hole into someone as you watch Nemuri giggle and charm the man trying to sweet-talk her next to you at your booth.

The man is so obviously eyeing your friend’s cleavage that she flaunts in her dress with the sweetheart neckline. This is the fourth man that’s talked to her tonight since she, you, and Mic arrived at Hot Spot an hour before.

‘Horny bastards,’ you think to yourself, though you can’t help but be jealous.

Why can’t you be more like Nemuri and just be free with your inhibitions like her? She flaunts, flirts, and fucks without care. But then again, everyone wants to fuck Ms. Midnight.

Nobody even knows who you are. And you’d like to keep it that way. Plus, being a cat girl gains you unwanted attention anyway. It’s bad enough you get the occasional weirdo asking you about your tail and if you poop in a litterbox.

Mic, in his Hawaiian shirt, wraps an arm around you. “What are you doing later?” he asks you playfully. You giggle, poking at his chest. “Not you,” you reply wittingly.

“Oh, that’s right!” he recalls, giving you a smirk. His eyes look slightly hooded from the several shots he, you, and Nemuri did. “Because you’d like to be doing my friend right now. And don’t deny it either!”

You say nothing. Instead, you stare down at your hands clamped firmly in the lap of your skinny jeans. You went for a nice sequin top and heels tonight to pair with the jeans that made your ass and thighs look fantastic. You swear Mic and Nemuri told you that at least five times tonight.

Nemuri finally turns around to face you, placing a folded napkin in her bra. “Got a number,” she sings. “Might just give it to you.” She goes to take the napkin out and give it to you, but you push her hand away.

“No,” you protest. “I already told you, Nemuri; not interested in fuckin’ someone I barely know.”

Nemuri puckers her lips at you, giving you a scowl. “Leave her be, ‘Muri,” Mic chuckles, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “You know her heart is set on another.” He and Nemuri begin to pucker their lips at you, moving to kiss your cheeks.

“Cut it out!” you laugh, slapping them away. “I don’t want your drunk ass kisses either!”

“I don’t know why you don’t just talk to the guy, babe,” Mic chuckles, already on his fifth shot of the night. “He’s really not that bad! He’s just extremely shy and doesn’t have that much experience with talkin’ to women. If he happens to meet one, it’s usually just a hookup.”

You wither at his words, silently drinking your cocktail. You don’t want to be just a hookup to Aizawa if you ever manage to get that far with him. But those changes are slim to none since he barely speaks to you. The most you ever get out of him is a “good morning” or a “see you tomorrow”.

You’ve been working at UA for six months now and you barely know anything about him except for the fact that he’s pro-hero Eraserhead, he’s fine as fuck, and all his students love him like a dad, even calling him “Dadzawa” which you think is utterly adorable. You’d love to know what’s underneath that stoic expression and intense eyes, but Aizawa purposely keeps to himself and barely speaks to anyone.

Despite this knowledge, your body still quivers at the memory of those damn eyes setting dead on you. Then you just feel stupid. You know that you and Aizawa could never date. It’s just not in the cards for you right now, with your job as a counselor and your “nightly activity”.

So when is this stupid crush going to end?

“Oh, wow,” Mic suddenly says. He’s on his phone, scrolling through Apple News. “Look at this!” he excitedly says, practically shoving his phone in your face. “Can you believe this shit? Street crime has been down more than 50% in the past few months. More than it's been in the last five years!"

Nemuri glances at you, a knowing smirk on her face. You flush with pride and do your best to bite back a smile as you match Mic’s astonishment. “Wow, them underground pros must be workin’ hard, plus the night patrols.”

As if not wanting you to be blue over this weird ass man the entire night, one of your favorite songs comes on too. You take Nemuri and Mic’s hands in yours. “C’mon’ let’s go dance.”

Nemuri squeals and practically drags you to the dance floor, Mic following close behind you. The music is good tonight, the DJ playing mostly hip hop, transitioning between 90s tunes and modern stuff.

The alcohol you consumed gives you the confidence to dance the night away, your hips swaying and ass bouncing in time with the different beats. You’re well aware you’re catching eyes from many different people out on the floor, pros or not, and it fills you with the sense of confidence and sexiness Nemuri must feel every time she walks out of the house.

As you dance under the strobe lights, sweating out your makeup and braids, you feel like you could take someone home if you wanted to. Who needed Aizawa? He had no idea what he was missing.

That intoxicating feeling doesn’t let up for a moment, even as the night comes to an end hours later. It is about 11 PM when you, Nemuri, and Mic finally depart outside the club. “Thanks for inviting me,” you say, hugging Nemuri. “You sure he’s gonna be okay?”

You nod at a very drunk and sleepy Mic who has his arm slung over Nemuri’s shoulders, his head lulling. “He’ll be fine,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around his waist. “He thinks he’s a steel bull when it comes to shots, this one.”

She laughs at Mic’s light mumbling as he sings the lyrics of a Beyoncé song. “Where are you about to go now?” She asks, shifting her weight in her heels to accommodate Mic’s.

“Where do you think?” You playfully ask, giving her a wink before you begin to strut away from her at the club down the street. “Just be careful!” You hear Nemuri call after you.

You turn to her, seeing her concerned gaze, and you give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t I always?”

You laugh, blowing her a kiss before turning around and strutting away back to UA just as Nemuri and Mic get into the Lyft she called beforehand. But you know you can be faster.

You don’t stop moving until you’re finally behind a nearby building to a jewelry shop. You turn to look in the glass window at the woman staring back at you standing in her leather jacket, skinny jeans, and sequin top. With a slow exhale leaving your nostrils, the reflection of the woman vanishes, now replaced with a teeny, tiny, black cat.

To anyone who was to walk through this alley, all they would see is a stray walking the streets. But only you know the truth.

Though the streets are empty and quiet at this time of night, you can’t be too careful, so you decide to take the rooftops, jumping from one building without a care in the world to the next with your heightened agility and senses.

All sounds of Musutafu at night–the chirping of birds; the drilling machinery of constructing workers in the streets; the honking of traffic; the occasional bark of dogs–drift to your ears, making them twitch. Everything in your sight is ten times as close, even the farthest tree where you can clearly see a couple going at it in the park.

It only takes you ten minutes you get back to UA, faster than Nemuri and Mic. You hurry across campus to the faculty dorms and jump onto the trunk of a nearby cherry blossom tree. Your claws immediately shoot out and stick into the bark, allowing you to climb up the tree with no problem.

You then creep along the long branch that stretches right to the window of your dorm that you keep cracked specifically for you–just enough for you to slide through. When you’re finally inside the clean, dark apartment, you quickly shift back into your human form (clothes still intact) and proceed to hurry to your closet.

You open it, your eyes falling on the black box pushed to the back behind your shoes. Trembling with excitement, you pull the box out and look inside where your hero’s outfit, complete with fingerless gloves, knee-high boots, and a mask, sits inside.

“Hey, baby,” you coo, taking out the mask. It’s simple and black with two cat ears popping out of the top to protect your ears. You slip the mask over your head before putting on the rest of your gear.

The black leather bodysuit stretches across your skin and accentuates the curve of your ass, the fullness of your breasts, and the best parts of your body. Decorated along your front, back, and thighs are silver, glitter-coated slashes to appear like claw tears. You thought that was a cute touch. The back isn’t tight enough on your backside to hurt your tail, but you don’t like it out when you’re fighting. It’s too risky since you know your opponents could pull on it.

The mask covers the top half of your face, making you feel like a stranger as you stand in your mirror, admiring yourself. The knee-high boots are high enough to make you feel sexy, but low enough for you to kick ass or run if need be. But half the time, you’ve got the running thing covered with your cat form.

With a smile on your glossy lips, you admire the sexy woman standing in the mirror in front of you. The Night Claw. Musutafu’s newest and cutest nighttime vigilante. And your alter ego–one that you’ve secretly had for months now after starting UA.

“Time for some trouble,” you purr.

With another inhale, you transform back into your cat form. You stretch, arching your back and yawning, before jumping up on the window and then leaping from the ledge.

You praise yourself when you hit the ground on all fours. Then, with a happy meow and a blink of your yellow eyes, you race out into the night, yowling happily as you do, for another night of excitement.

#aizawa x black!reader #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #here kitty kitty #my fic shit #black writers #shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #shouta aizawa x black!reader

487 notes · View notes

rinnsverse · 1 year ago

Text

RECORD SHOP ETIQUETTE

୨୧ ˙ ∘ ˚. REQUESTS

i no longer accept requests to make full on scale level works

but still feel free to send in some brainrot things and i’ll add my own thoughts on to them and potentially elaborate as well but usually not the extent of my headcanons/one shots

୨୧ ˙ ∘ ˚. DNI

if you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, or just a shitty person in general do not interact.

please don’t spam my inbox, I am normally not opposed to answering many asks at once continuously however sometimes I do get busy so please don’t be sad if I don’t get to your ask as quickly as I usually do.

and please do not ask when I will update next, beg for updates, or have that intent in your comment or reblog unless it’s something like: ‘I can’t wait for the next update!!’ �� it helps motivate me but I am only human and have that petty side to me where I will delay the update I plan to have

along for people ik irl, if you do manage to find out about this blog where I have not let you know on my own accord — I will not hesitate to block, which also applies to letting third-parties know about this blog

I am also fine with naming my anons with actual names or via emojis; ex. ‘👑 anon’ or ‘starlight anon’

if you would like to be moots feel free to ask, just know that I barely know anything about being moots so—

୨୧ ˙ ∘ ˚. REPOSTING

I don’t condone anyone reposting my work to other sites as well as translations without my permission

The only social media sites that I actively post my work on is Tumblr and wattpad, that is it

If you would like to translate some of my works, please ask before you do so via asking me through DM’s or my inbox — and if you do plan on asking me through my inbox, please be sure to ask out of anon

#rin’s master post ☁️#divider creds v6que

4 notes · View notes

fivelakesinwriting · 2 years ago

Note

can i get make up sex with andrew? plsss

Author's Notes: Thank you for the request, and your patience. I'm sorry it took me so long to get this out - and I hope this is something similar to what you had imagined. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, Mentions of drinking, Mentions/ threats of violence - no acts of violence, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut * (angry Andrew is v. dom I believe this wholeheartedly, spanking) MINORS DNI

Requested? Yes. Requests are closed for the time being.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

It wasn't often that Andrew got angry with her. In fact, he considered himself to be more of the cool, calm and collected type. He was able to let things roll off his shoulders and move on with with his life, never sweating the small stuff.

But today, she was being a downright pain in his ass. A brat, and she was pushing every single button he had. His shoulders were tense, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up while his top lip curled in anger. He balled his fists at his sides as he made a beeline over to her across the bar, his chest puffed up to assert his dominance.

"Let's go. Home time, yeah?" Andrew grumbled close to her ear as she leaned over the bar talking to some cretin just to make him mad. She tossed her hips from side to side as she held herself up on her elbows on the bar, her shirt low and showing off her breasts.

"I'm not ready. I'm talking to - what was your name again?" She slurred as she sipped her cocktail and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Doesn't matter, man. She's with me. Think you made your point, lovey." Andrew glared at the man trying to pick up his girlfriend then turned his gaze to his woman.

"If the lady doesn't want to leave-" The guy to Andrew's right spoke up, and that was all he could take. Andrew slammed his fists on the bar as he turned to the stranger and glared.

"She's my fucking girlfriend and she only talking to you to piss me off. And it fucking worked. Now, back the fuck off before I put you in the ground." Andrew snarled through his teeth.

The lady? The lady? Fuck this guy. She was his woman. And Andrew was ready to fight for her. She was just pouty with him because he didn't want to dance with her, so she stomped away and pulled in some poor sap to tease. Andrew watched from afar, letting her play her game, but eventually it got out of hand and he had to intercept. Said poor sap didn't even know he was a pawn in their game.

Andrew looked the guy over menacingly once more before he placed a hand on the back of his girlfriend's neck and pulled her away from the bar, her whine audible.

"How far were you going to let that go? That motherfucker was about to put his hands on you." Andrew growled as he led her to their car, unlocking it. He pinned her to the side of the car, and looked her over. Her drunk body was weak as she reached for his shirt and twisted it in her hands to show off his abs.

"I knew you were watching me. And I wouldn't have let him touch me. I wasn't upset like that. I just wanted your attention." She cooed, standing on her toes to kiss his mouth.

"Well, I'm upset with you. You're too friendly when you're drunk. And you're being a brat today. It makes me - "

"What?" She whispered against his lips as she staggered her nose over his. She loved to egg him on when she got into moods like this, sending sparks of electricity through his body.

"It makes me want to tie you up, make you scream my name and beg to let you cum. Spank your ass until it's red and you're a fucking mess for me, telling me how sorry you are. Because I'm in fucking charge. I'm your man." Andrew growled as he took hold of her chin to gently, but with intention guide her to look at him.

"I'll let you take me home and do whatever you want to me, baby." She breathed out with a smile as she reached for his belt buckle.

"Get your ass in the car. Now." Andrew murmured as he released her chin and walked over to the other side of the car.

Andrew drove them home in a tense silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He walked inside their house without a word to her, his hands running over his face while he pursed his lips.

"Baby, are you - "

"M'not your baby right now. Understand me? Do as I ask and I'll let you touch, let you finish." Andrew growled as he grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to look up at him. She was so pretty, so fucking needy still and he hated how his body just ignited for her.

"Okay." She whispered as she curled her body into his.

"Get your ass in bed, pants off and ass in the air. Go." Andrew snapped with a tug of her hair before he released her from his grip. He watched her scurry to their bedroom, his body unbearably hot as he looked at her hips sway for him.

Andrew took a moment, rolled his neck and pulled his shoulders back before he slowly, but with purpose, walked to their bedroom. He exhaled heavily when he saw her on the bed exactly as he had requested - bottomless, ass in the air and reaching for their headboard.

"So, you can listen to me. You just choose what to hear." Andrew growled as he removed his ball-cap and shrugged out of his button up. He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on her backside.

"You're so hot for me right now, don't lie." She cooed as she lazily tossed her hips from side to side, enticing him to touch her.

"Never said I wasn't. Fucking brat." Andrew snarled as he pulled his wrist back and snapped it forward, smacking her left ass cheek making her gasp out loud. He ran his palm over her stinging flesh, then moved his hand to the other side to spank her again.

"Hold the headboard. Wrist over wrist. C'mon, let's go." Andrew grunted as he knelt behind her on the bed and covered her body with his to guide her hands above her head.

"Andrew.."

"I meant what I said in the lot, lovey. Use your lights if you need. But you are mine and I'm going to make sure you know it." Andrew breathed out as he took hold of her pretty face to turn her gaze towards him.

"Green light." She whispered as she arched her back, her backside rubbing into his lap while he kept his body over hers.

"The only man you should toss these hips around for is me. Do you understand?" Andrew growled as he pulled his body upright and spanked her again, hard.

"Yes." She shivered, hands gripping the headboard tightly.

"You don't tease other men to get a rise out of me. You're mine. You're fucking mine. Do you understand me?" Andrew spat as he spanked her one more time then pulled his body away from hers to slowly undress himself.

"No, come back ! M'sorry, baby. Please let me go. Let me see your face." She sobbed out as she curled into him, trying to make their bodies one, her hips pushing back to find him again.

"That didn't take long. Thought you had more fight in you than that, lovey." Andrew murmured as he reached up to tap her wrists, let her know she could bring them back down. He let out a soft gasp as she turned over in his arms and knocked him to his back, her affection abundant.

"I don't want to play like that anymore. I don't like when you're mad at me, and won't let me touch. M'sorry I was a pain, baby. I love you."She whispered as she kissed his neck, her body curling into his desperate for his attention.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, lovey. But I felt so territorial watching you with that guy. I fucking hated it. Don't do that to me again. Even for my attention. You have all of my attention. I promise you." Andrew breathed out as he grabbed her hips to cease her tantalizing movement and flipped her onto her back again. He laid between her legs and kissed her neck lovingly, softly, as she whined for him.

"M'sorry, baby." She repeated as she twisted her fingers into his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.

"I know, lovey. I am, too." Andrew mumbled into the crease of her neck as his hips pinned hers to the mattress. He kissed his way back to her lips, smiling as she kissed him back with force and locked her feet beneath his backside.

He hadn't wanted to dance with her at the bar because he knew if he got close to her, let her push back against him, he would feel just as needy as her. He knew that he would feel feral in an almost unbearable way, and he didn't want to feel like that out in public. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy feeling like that for her, but he wanted to be in a space that allowed them immediate intimacy.

He was inside of her instantly. The push and pull of the two of them was unbearable for the evening and was erased in that moment. He held his weight on his forearms as he rested his forehead against hers, their bodies moving as one.

He loved her, and he would always fight for her. She was his, and he was hers.

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being as well as taking requests, just while I get my "ducks" in a row after coming back.Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

#andrew garfield fan fic #andrew garfield x reader smut #andrew garfield one shot #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield fic #andrew garfield #andrew garfield blurb #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield smut

470 notes · View notes

cupidzgf · 2 years ago

Text

𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 | HANGE ZOE

MAJOR SEASON 4 PART 3 PART 1 SPOILER!!!!

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: hange makes their choice and you're forced to live with it

content: death and grief basically, gender not specified. w/c: 446

a/n: i'm literally miserable after that episode, so here's this short little thing while i try to get back into the swing of writing

Drowning. That's what you are doing right now.

However, there was no water encompassing you, no water entering your lungs, just the endless throng of tears spilling out of your eyes in an uncontrollable waterfall. This had to be worse than drowning.

You weren't the only one with wet eyes and a shattered heart. Armin was frantic in his actions, his fists ceaselessly pounding against the reinforced windows, the salty tears mixing with his pleas.

Your hands clutched Levi's shirt tighter if possible, crescent moons marking his scarred skin in deep reds. You clung to him like a lifeline and pushed him away with equal vigor, the safety on a trigger.

Originally his hands were only there to hold you back, to keep you from making the same choice as his closest friend. It was selfish, but he couldn't handle losing the last two people with whom he had spent the better part of his years. You, on the other hand, were furious, consumed- blinded by an all-seeing red. His grip never faltered no matter how much you writhed and begged him on the verge of collapse to let you go. It didn't work, and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from the shrinking sight of your lover, the cacophony of noise doing nothing to swallow your raw sorrow.

Then she fell. Bound in the flames of her sins, her body dropped from the sky, wisps of ash cascading down the skin you would often find solace in during your darkest hours.

Your mouth was moving, your vocal cords tearing in a scream you could hardly recognize. You pushed, clawing your hands from Levi with every ounce of strength you possessed. You needed to save her. No matter the cost or consequences, you can't leave her to die. You needed to, you needed to, you needed to, you needed to, you needed to–

Her body hit the ground. The sharp pang that resounded in your knees alerts you that you have to. Your own sobs were muffled by your comrades' collective cries, except for Levi, who fell into a seat, shaky hands tightening into hard fists.

You couldn't imagine what being in worse agony would feel like. After all, it feels as though your heart was crushed and beaten into the ground by the same titans responsible for their death until the organ in your chest barely beats.

Death is better than this.

#hange zöe #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe x you #hange x reader #hange x you #hange attack on titan #hange aot #shingeki no kyojin #hange zoe aot #hanji zoe #attack on titan

254 notes · View notes

navybrat817 · 4 years ago

Text

Wear Me Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader, OMC x Female Reader Summary: You never wanted a soulmate, but fate brought Ari Levinson into your life. Word Count: Almost 6.9k (Yup! Sorry!) Warnings: Tagging Dubcon to be safe (please do not read if this upsets you!), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, manipulation, mind games, angst, porn with feels, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning!) A/N: For @stargazingfangirl18 's Siri's 5k Soft Dark Challenge (quote: "I can't stop thinking about you.") and @sweetlyscared 's Sweet Lee's Sad 1k Challenge (quote: "Do you love him?"). Congrats, lovelies!!! This is my twist on soulmates and I hope everyone enjoys. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @tuiccim , but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics. Comments, likes, reblogs and asks are appreciated. ❤️

I have discontinued my tag list. Please follow my sideblog @navybrat817-sideblog and turn on notifications to see new fics! I will only post fics, my writing schedule and updates there.

I do not consent to have my work posted on any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission. 18+ Please!!! By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old. Enjoy, lovelies!

Soulmates. Two separate beings condemned to spend their lives in search of each other. People yearned to find the other half of themselves. They prayed and begged for them. You weren’t one of those people.

You decided long ago that fate shouldn’t get to dictate who you were destined to be with. It didn’t seem right or natural. You didn’t need a stranger to complete you. Besides, what if your soulmate didn’t exist? Were you expected to be alone forever? And if they did exist, who was to say you would even like them? Let alone want to spend your life with them?

Luke wasn’t your “fated” soulmate. You knew that the moment you met. There was no aura surrounding him. Your minds didn’t link the moment you touched. But it didn’t matter. You fell in love with him as a person. It was your choice because you were free to make your own path in life. And you were happy with how things were.

“Oh, my god,” Luke moaned, bringing you back to the moment.

You smirked as you watched his eyes roll back. “That good, huh?”

“Good? It’s heaven,” he moaned again, licking his lips.

“Well, don’t hog it all,” you teased, reaching over to pull the dessert plate across the table. “I knew we should have ordered two.”

“You didn’t tell me it was that good,” he chuckled, trying to take the plate back as you smiled. “C’mon. One more bite!”

“No! You’ve had more than half.”

“Okay, okay. You win,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat as he gazed at you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he asked innocently.

“THAT. That puppy dog look,” you answered, taking a slow bite of the chocolate cake.

“Should I switch to…” he trailed off as his head dropped, lifting it slowly with a pout. “The smolder?”

You almost spit your bite out, covering your mouth as you tried not to laugh. “Not even close.”

One of the things you loved about Luke was his ability to make you laugh. He was against the idea of soulmates, too. He saw too many people rearrange their entire lives just to appease others. He also saw people tear themselves apart when they didn’t find their other half soon enough. It was heartbreaking to see people crumble into themselves and so quickly. Neither of you wanted that.

“Actually, you probably should finish it. I can’t have another bite,” you said as you slid the plate back his way, wiping your mouth with the napkin.

“The smolder did work,” he winked, stopping in mid-bite when you rubbed your arms. “Cold?”

“No, no. I’m fine,” you replied, your eyes darting around the restaurant. It was a warm and cozy atmosphere, but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your gut that something suddenly felt wrong.

“Why don’t I pay the check and we can get going?” Luke offered, looking around for your waiter.

“Yeah. Maybe I’m just anxious to get you home,” you smirked, trying to be playful. Judging by the raised eyebrow you got in response when he looked back at you, it fell flat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, taking your hand.

“I’m okay, Luke,” you assured him, trying to convince yourself as well. “I just want-”

“ARI! There you are!” a man across the room shouted, making a few heads turn. Including your own.

You stopped breathing when you saw the man, who you could only assume was Ari, begin to cross the room. If you had to describe an alpha male in look, it would have been him. The man exuded confidence and power, his muscles and large frame hardly contained under his clothing. The long, dark hair and beard only added to his allure. In fact, he was the most attractive man you had ever seen.

But that wasn’t what struck you. What got your attention was the glow around him. The red aura seemed to flicker as he got closer to you. Of course, it was red. Power. Passion. Love. It was him. Your soulmate.

You turned your head away before he could make eye contact and slid further into your seat. You prayed he didn’t see you, but how could he miss you? And why was he here?! You went all this time without him.

“We need to go,” you whispered as Luke flagged down your waiter.

“We can go as soon as-”

“We need to go. NOW,” you hissed, bumping the table as you got up. “So much for not attracting attention,” you thought.

“Is everything alright, miss?” the waiter asked as you fumbled to grab your purse, your hand shaking.

“Babe?” Luke asked, already out of his seat.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just need some air, okay? I’ll wait outside,” you said quickly, grabbing your purse and bolting from the table.

You knew the moment Ari stopped walking, his head slowly turning toward your fleeing form. You made the mistake of glancing back, seeing his blue eyes flash as he looked at you. He looked as if he would follow before his friend stopped him.

"I took the liberty of ordering you a scotch," you heard, thankful that you got the chance to slip outside.

The cold breeze hit your face as you stumbled outside, nearly losing your footing as you shivered. You concentrated on your breathing to steady yourself as you grabbed your keys. You debated getting in the driver seat as you got to the car before you decided on the passenger seat, too overwhelmed to drive. The car smelled like Luke's cologne and it only soothed you a bit.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when the driver door opened, making you jump.

"Woah. It's just me," Luke gently said as he saw your face, getting in and taking the keys from your hand. "Babe, you're shaking."

"Let's just go. Please."

He didn't say anything as he buckled up and started the car. You looked in the mirror when he backed out of the parking space and drove away, holding your breath until the restaurant faded from your vision.

"It was him."

"It was who?"

"It was him," you said again, refusing to say the word. Because that man wasn't… He couldn’t be. "Please, don't make me say it."

"Wait. Him? Your soulmate?" Luke asked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"Yes. I saw his aura," you answered. "But it's okay. Maybe he didn't notice mine."

"I doubt that," he muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"He didn't follow me out," you assured him with more confidence than you felt. You didn't want him to be upset or worried. "Can we just forget I mentioned it? Please?"

"How can you just forget?"

"Because I can," you stubbornly replied. Because you had to. You had your own life. You didn't need a stranger to mess it up. "Because I love you."

"I love you, too," he swore.

But for the first time, you heard uncertainty in his tone.

The automatic door buzzed as you stepped into the liquor store, shivering. The fluorescent lights made you squint as you went down the aisle. They never bothered you before, but you were on edge. You had a hard time sleeping the night before. A night in with a nice bottle of wine would help relax you. And it would hopefully make it up to Luke since you ruined the rest of that nice dinner.

You rubbed your arms as you searched for the right bottle. Why was it so cold? Or did you just need some rest? Smiling, you finally found the one you were looking for. But as you reached for it, a hand suddenly clamped over yours. The cold you felt was replaced by heat, like an electric current throughout your entire body. And it shook you to your core.

"You have good taste."

You drew a deep breath into your lungs and slowly exhaled as you turned your head. It was him. He found you. The aura surrounding Ari seemed to glow even brighter with his touch. Oh, God. He touched you.

"I'm Ari," he introduced himself, though you knew that. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

You mumbled your name in response when he kept his eyes on you. He repeated it, like he was tasting it on his tongue. As if he had the right. "How did you find me? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I should-”

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you, sweetheart? Even if you weren't my soulmate, you know how to get a guy's attention."

You yanked your hand away, taking the bottle with it. The action made him smirk and you wished you could slap him. But you were afraid to touch him again. "You're not my soulmate. We don't know each other. And it's going to stay that way. I'm sorry."

He chuckled as if you told him a hilarious joke. "Let me pay for that."

"No thanks," you said, trying to walk around him. You gasped when he gently grabbed your arm to stop you, that current running through you again. Was it like that for everyone? How could they stand it?

"You already feel it," he whispered.

You wanted to deny it, but he would see through the lie. "I need to go. My boyfriend is waiting for me."

"Leave him."

You chuckled this time at how simple he made it sound. "I'm not breaking up with him."

"Yes, you will. Or he'll break up with you, but I'm counting on you to make the right decision."

"You think you can tell me what to do because we have forced chemistry? It doesn't mean a thing. It isn't real."

Something you could only identify as deadly filled his blue eyes as he stepped closer. "You don't know the shit I've been through… What I've seen. I'm owed something."

The irrational part of you was curious and wanted to comfort him, but the real you took over. "Just because you're owed something doesn't mean I'm going to be your prize. Maybe fate was wrong. And I told you. I have a boyfriend."

"You're loyal. I respect that. But you should end it. It's only going to hurt him if you don't."

"Is that a threat?" you whispered as he brought a hand to your cheek.

"It's a promise," he whispered back.

You stumbled back, the bottle almost slipping from your hand. "I don't want a soulmate, so stay the hell away from me," you snapped as you walked away. You knew better than to push, but you stopped and looked back. "You know, I can't even feel you in my mind. Maybe this whole thing really is bullshit."

Something in his smile warned you that you just began a dangerous game when you walked away. And that you were going to lose.

"You've been quiet," Luke said as he opened the bottle of wine.

You were trying to decide how to tell him that Ari found you. It wasn't your fault, but you felt guilty. "Still tired."

"Maybe we can go to bed early," he suggested, smirking as he poured each of you a glass.

"Except I won't be sleeping," you teased, taking a sip as he handed one over. "Mmm. I needed this."

"Didn't I say you had good taste?"

The glass shattered at your feet. Your breathing picked up, trembling from head to toe. Ari's voice was like velvet in your mind, intimately brushing along the walls. A place you never invited him to, but he had the key. And you couldn't take it back.

"Babe, you okay?" Luke asked frantically, grabbing something to clean up the mess. "Be careful. I don't want you to cut yourself."

You tried to stand still, unsure of what to say. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. That had to be it.

"I know you can hear me."

You didn't move until you felt Luke take your hand. His touch was familiar, but feeling his hand in yours felt… wrong. You refused to accept that. He was the one you wanted. It was your choice.

"You're scaring me. Say something," he urged.

"Luke," you began, looking at him uneasily.

"What is it?" he asked, brushing his thumb along your palm.

"If he doesn't stop touching you, I'll break his hand."

You ignored Ari, but the threat was there all the same. "When I went to the liquor store earlier… He was there."

Luke pulled away, your arm falling to your side. You knew he didn't mean it as a hurtful gesture, but it still felt that way. "Did he touch you?"

You flinched at the accusatory tone. "Yes, he did and I'm sorry."

He searched your face, as if he was trying to see through you. "So, you can hear him? He can talk to you?"

You nodded. You weren't going to lie about it.

"Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got home?"

The accusatory tone again made you angry. "What was there to tell? I told him I have a boyfriend and that soulmates are bullshit. My life is still mine and that's that."

"But he's in your mind now!" he snapped, tapping his temple with his index finger. "You can't just… shut him out!"

"Yes, I can!" you shouted, taking a breath to calm down. "I don't want to fight."

His shoulders slumped as he pulled you into his arms. "Neither do I."

"I love you. This doesn't change anything."

"Oh, sweetheart. It changes everything."

You knew Luke couldn't hear him, but you already felt him slipping through your fingers.

You groaned when Luke held a shirt up from the rack. "No. Absolutely not."

"What? I think this would look good on me," he smiled.

"I wouldn't wipe my ass with that," you joked.

"That's good because I'm wiping my ass with it," he said without skipping a beat.

You burst out laughing as you took it from his hand and put it back. "No. That's a deal breaker," you teased before your smile fell.

"It's okay, babe. I won't buy the shirt," he promised when you looked around.

"No, it's…" you had that feeling again. Only it wasn't a chill any longer. It was like a blazing fire.

"See someone you know?"

As if on cue, Ari walked into the store. He looked like a predator on the hunt and you couldn't tear your gaze away. It wasn't fair how handsome he was or the fact the power clung to him like a second skin. And the smirk he gave you as he walked your way sent a spike of arousal so sharp your knees almost buckled.

"That's him," you whispered, your heart pounding as you reached for Luke's hand. Instead of taking it, he grabbed your arm instead and pushed you behind him. The protective gesture brought a soft smile to your face.

Ari stopped in front of you and you took a moment to compare the men. Luke wasn't a small guy or easily intimidated, but Ari looked like he could eat him alive. He also looked like he had wanted to toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and take you away.

"You must be the boyfriend," Ari said smoothly.

"Luke. And you must be her… Oh, wait. Nothing. You're nothing to her."

The words shocked you and filled you with a sense of pride.

Ari smirked as he took a step closer. "End it."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Luke asked.

"I'm her soulmate," he replied confidently. "And I promise it will be much less painful if you just walk away. And if you don't? I'll bust down your door and fuck her right in front of you. Just so you can see how good she should feel before I get rid of you myself."

Blood rushed to your cheeks. Hearing that made you furious, but it didn't stop the image from filling your mind. Your body pinned beneath his, taking everything he gave you, until you screamed.

"You son of a-"

"Stop!" you demanded before they came to blows. "Ari, please. You can't just interfere in our lives. You have to understand that."

Ari's gaze softened surprisingly as it swept over you. "Don't make me do something to him you won't forgive me for."

You swallowed as his voice lingered in your mind. "Please, go."

“Get your stuff and get out. I’ll know if you don’t. Consider that your warning," he said, turning to walk away. You hated the way your eyes followed his frame and the way your heart ached with each step he made.

"We'll be fine," Luke assured you once he was gone. "What could he possibly do?"

"Morning, sweetheart."

Every morning for the last three mornings, the moment you opened your eyes, you were greeted with Ari's deep voice in your mind. And, every morning, you ignored him. You admitted to yourself that it wasn't easy. The natural pull made you want to answer him.

"Are you getting enough rest? You need your strength."

"When you move in with me, I expect us to have breakfast together. Work can keep me busy, but I won't neglect you."

"We'll have to go shopping together. I want this to feel like your home."

It was always a combination of things. What he wanted to do to you, how he saw your lives together. He always made sure you were taking care of yourself, which didn't make sense to you. He had to know you weren't resting well. Maybe the arrogant asshole was taunting you.

Oh, you picked up quickly that he was arrogant.

"I woke up so hard thinking about you. Are you wet? I know you're thinking of me. I can feel it."

"This shower would be better if you were in here with me. Your cries would sound so pretty when I bend you over."

"You'll be addicted to my cock. You'll wonder how you went so long without it."

Luke tried not to worry when he saw your strained smile as you both got ready each day, but it was all over his face. Truthfully, you were worried, too. It was a distraction. You weren't sure how much longer you could ignore him. And his words were getting to you.

When you looked to the future, Luke's face was no longer there. It was a blur. But the focus was slowly shifting to Ari. You tried not to think ahead. You didn't want to see in your mind what your heart was fighting.

"Let's call in," you suggested as Luke poured his coffee.

"I can't today. I'm in meetings all day."

"Are you sure? We can go shopping. See a movie. Stay in," you ticked off, giving him a small smile.

Luke set his mug down. "You really want to call in?" he asked suspiciously. "You never skip work. What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is it…" he trailed off, touching his temple.

"We talked about this. I'm fine," you brushed off.

"No, you talked about it," he argued. "You keep saying you're fine, but he isn't leaving your head, is he?"

"No, he isn't, but I'm ignoring him. I haven't answered him at all."

"And how's that working out for you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"It's fine, like I said. I thought you were on my side. You said we'd be fine," you reminded him. And you had believed him.

"I am on your side, but ignoring him isn't the answer.”

"Then what do you suggest?" you pressed. Because you certainly didn't know what to do.

Luke contemplated before he grabbed his phone. "I'll see if I can conference in from here. I don't want you here by yourself. You take the day off and try to get some sleep. We'll figure this out."

"Thank you," you whispered, getting your own phone to message your boss.

"I'll keep the door shut so the noise doesn't bother you," he said, kissing your forehead before he made his call.

You groaned as you flopped back on your bed a few minutes later. Thankfully, your boss was understanding and you had more than enough personal time saved up. Maybe Luke was right. Sleep would help and your head would be clear.

"Skipping work, huh?"

You groaned again. Of course, he knew. God, how did others stand someone being in their minds? The strange thing was, it didn't feel bad with him. That pissed you off because it shouldn't have felt good.

"Talk to me."

You closed your eyes, seeking out the link. You weren't sure what you were doing, but instinct took over. "Ari, you need to stop this."

"You have a beautiful voice."

The compliment made you heart somersault before you could stop it. "Thank you."

"So tell me what's so bad about being mine."

"That right there. You think I'm yours. You feel as if you have some kind of claim on me when you don't. I built a life for myself and I don't want to live depending on another. I know that isn't fair to you and I'm sorry."

"I built a life for myself, too, but I'm adapting so you can be part of it. We can adjust to this together, but you have to give me something to work with."

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I can't. I'm sorry."

“Don’t you feel empty, too, being apart from me?”

One of the bitter things about soulmates was the distance. Too much time apart, especially denying the bond, made it harder. “I’m not talking about this anymore. You need to try and forget about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

"There are plenty of others out there."

"They aren't you, sweetheart. They'll never be you. Trust me. I tried to fuck you out of my heart before I even met you. All it did was make me feel empty. And now that I have you, you think I want to let you go?"

Your gut twisted at his words. "You don't have me."

"But I will and it's going to feel so good.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart beating faster. “Please, don’t say anything else.”

"Just imagine it, sweetheart. On my knees in front of you, slowly peeling down your soaked panties. Oh, we both know you'd be drenched and twitching for me."

Your pussy clenched as an image of him looking up at you, his pupils blown, flashed behind your eyes. "Ari."

"Fuck, I can practically taste you on the tip of my tongue. So sweet. So wet."

You gasped, swearing that you felt his tongue lick a strip along your folds. Fuck, you felt his beard, too. How was that possible? "Stop."

"But the first time I really make you come will be on my cock," you could hear the gravel in his voice. "You're going to say my name when you do. And when I fill MY sweet cunt, you'll know in your fucking soul that you. Are. Mine."

You almost reached between your legs to relieve the ache, but you gripped the sheets instead. "Ari, stop!"

"That's not what you really want. You know what you want more than to be wrecked by my cock? You want to feel whole. I'm the only one who can do that."

You wanted to scream in defiance. Or burst into tears. There were cracks in your heart that you didn’t know existed, but what did he have to fill them?

"Believe it or not, I actually admire your will. I'm not trying to break it. But we'll see how much longer you last."

You took off the rest of the week and couldn't find it in your heart to feel bad. Not with the images that refused to leave your mind no matter how hard you tried to block them out. You scrubbed the counter, unable to stay still as you tried to distract yourself. Adrenaline continued to surge through your veins as you finished, moving to the next task.

You used to pride yourself on your resolve, but maybe you were weak. How else could you explain how easily and quickly you were breaking down? You wiped your hands when you heard the front door open, rushing to see Luke. He was there. He was real.

"Hey, babe. I thought I'd come home early and-"

You pressed your mouth to his, not giving him a chance to breathe. "Bed," you ordered as he picked you up.

"I really need to talk to you," he tried as you kissed along his jaw.

"Bed," you said again.

He groaned as he carried you, not questioning what had gotten into you. Not even a minute later, you were tossed on the bed. Luke crawled up your body, his mouth finding yours again as pinned you down. You reached down and popped open the button of his pants as you kissed him deeper, making him gasp when you unzipped them and pushed them down as far as you could.

"Babe, we can go slow," he offered, sitting up a bit when you hiked up your shirt.

"Just fuck me," you hissed desperately, pushing your underwear down. You could talk later. "Please, just fuck me," you begged in a softer tone, reaching for him when he took himself out of his underwear.

Luke was always good to you with foreplay, making sure you were ready. But you saw the lust in his eyes from your demand as he settled between your thighs. There was something else there that almost made you pause. Why did it look like his heart was breaking? He slid his hands beneath your ass to lift you before you could think more on it, the head of his cock rubbing against your slick hole, before he slid in.

You moaned as you closed your eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep you steady. The familiar stretch had you clenching around him and you wondered just how quickly it would take for you to get off. The broken whimper you let out made him groan as he pressed you further into the mattress.

"I love you so much," his voice cracked as he thrust deeper.

"I love you, too."

His mouth found your neck as he rocked his hips, his beard making you shiver as it scratched your skin. Your eyes flew open as your nails dug into Luke's skin because he didn't have a beard. "Luke," you gasped.

He moaned your name as you looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in ecstasy. You blinked and you saw Ari above you, staring right into your eyes. You felt him in you. Blinking again, it shifted back to Luke. Your body went lax beneath his as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"How badly do you need to come, sweetheart?"

The hands that moved to your hips felt different. It wasn't the touch you knew, but it was the touch you craved. It terrified you. You dared to open your eyes again and all you saw was Ari. Your soulmate. Bringing you higher and higher.

"Please."

"Come. Give him one last treat."

You couldn't stop your body from seizing, crying out from your release. You didn't give yourself a chance to enjoy it as the image fell away, shoving Luke off of you as you tried to catch your breath. He called after you as you rolled from the bed and bolted to the bathroom. You barely had a chance to shut and lock it before you went to the toilet, retching.

The pounding at the door seconds later didn't even make you look up. "Babe, are you sick?" he asked, trying the handle. "Please, let me in."

"Be right out!" you called, gagging again as you began to cry. How could you face Luke when you thought about Ari? When you felt him? How could you tell him you came because of another man?

"He'll get over it."

"Shut up! Shut UP!"

"He will. He knows he's losing you. He lost you before he even had you. And he has his own soulmate out there. You do realize you're hurting them, too?"

You got to your feet, your stomach still rolling as you went to rinse your mouth. "Please, leave me alone. Please.”

"It hurts when you reject me. I know you can't stop thinking about me. I know you ache for me. I ache for you, too."

You wiped your eyes, looking in the mirror. You looked worn out. "I mean it, Ari. Stay the hell away from us and stay out of my mind."

"All this hurt and pain for what? Giving fate the middle finger just so you can say that you're right? Guess what, sweetheart? You're wrong. And I am fucking tired of you denying me. So… fucking tired."

You rubbed your arms as a chill rolled down your spine. The soft growl in his soft voice was enough to intimidate you, which angered you because you didn't owe him a thing. You stubbornly clung to that.

"I'll see you soon."

*****

Luke sat on the sofa with you, not speaking for a few minutes after you told him what happened. You felt sick seeing the look of betrayal on his face. "Do you love him?"

"What?! No. How could you ask me that?" you asked. "I love you."

"But you're thinking of him. You're seeing him," he said, putting his face in his hands. "I've seen others fall apart. I didn't think it would happen to us."

"Falling apart? It hasn't even been a week since we saw him at the store."

"And look at you!" he shouted as he lifted his head, making you move back. "You're skipping work. You're thinking of him when we're sleeping together. You realize it's only going to get worse, right?"

Your lip trembled as you shook your head. "No. We love each other. That's enough to make it work."

Luke stood up, slowly pacing back and forth. "Except it isn't enough."

"Yes, it is," you said, standing up to take his hand.

"No, it isn't," he said, stepping back before you could touch him. "That's why I came home early."

"Why?" you whispered when he wouldn't look you in the eye. "Why?!"

"Because I’m saying we're done," he whispered, tears in his eyes as he finally looked at you. "I love you. I do, but… I can't do this. Neither can you."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do," he said with a finality that broke your heart.

"Did something happen?" you asked, tears clogging your throat when he shook his head. Was that why he looked so heartbroken in bed? Because he knew he would walk away? "I don't want to lose you or what we have. Please."

"I'll stay somewhere else for the next few days until we can get this sorted,” Luke sniffled, like he was trying to hold himself together. "I'm thankful I had you as long as I did. And I know love exists because of you. I'm always going to cherish that."

You let the tears flow freely. You two were supposed to beat fate. But was this the path all along? "So, that's really it. You're done with us?"

Luke took cautious steps toward you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said against your skin, walking around you as you crumpled to the floor.

Sobs wracked your frame as you tried to process what just happened. It felt like another bad image in your mind, but the sound of the door slamming shut made you cry harder. He walked away. Was it your fault?

You cried until your head hurt, not lifting yourself from the floor when you stopped. You expected to feel Ari’s voice brush in your mind, but you didn’t hear anything. There was no warmth. No comfort. Nothing.

“Ari?”

You were met with silence. That was what you wanted all along. So why did it feel like your heart broke all over again?

A knock at the door made you open your eyes. You pulled yourself up, cracking your neck. Sleeping on the floor wasn’t your brightest idea, but you were too hurt to care. You didn’t even check your reflection before you went to open it.

You felt the warmth before you saw Ari on the other side. You wanted to bask in it. As he stepped inside, making you step back, you wanted to know why he was there. And how he found you. But he was your soulmate. He would always know where you were and when you would need him.

"Are you happy?" you asked. “He left. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

When Ari didn't respond you shoved his chest. It was like pushing a wall of pure muscle as he stared with that stoic expression. You tried again and he didn't budge, your anger surging.

"Damn you! And fuck you!" you shouted, your mental walls crumbling to rubble. "You ruined everything! Because of you, I lost the man I lo-"

Ari gripped the back of your head before you could finish the word, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth. His tongue followed, slipping into your mouth as you gasped. The dam broke completely as the taste of bittersweet sorrow was forever committed to your memory.

"Don't say his fucking name and don't you dare you say you love him. I'm going to spend all weekend fucking him from your memories until all you know is me."

The distinct sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, your breasts spilling free from the ruined shirt. “What are you-”

“You were soaked the moment you saw me. Don’t deny it,” he snarled, your panties joining the torn shirt on the floor.

You felt his hunger and it fueled your own. His need filled your mind until it was all that you felt. It was manipulative. It was euphoric. The desire that only a soulmate could fulfill.

“He’s gone, but I’m here. He gave up on you, but you have me.”

His hands explored you as he sought the silken heat of your mouth again. Every touch lit a fire under your skin. You leaned into it, wanting it branded on your skin. Your heart began to piece itself back together as much as you wanted to wallow in the pain.

“Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To know that you have someone who will never let you go?”

“I don’t love you,” you argued as he stripped down. Why weren’t you stopping him? Why did you want to see all of him?

“You’ll learn to love me. Unlike you, I took the time to explore your mind. Because I never left.”

You trembled as you saw his muscles ripple. He really was built like a god. And you knew he was there in your head. He would always be there.

“I love you with everything I have,” he swore, his hands finding your breasts with ease. They ached and swelled as you pushed against his palms. It was like your body wasn’t your own. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Your throat tightened as he took you to the floor, like the bed was too far away. Fighting this bond ruined the life you had. You knew you would never have it back. With Ari hovering over you, you felt ruined all over again because you needed him. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and you didn't care if they made you look weak. You had never felt so helpless in your life, but he was there to anchor you.

“Do you remember what I said?” he asked as he slapped his hard cock against your pussy. The feel made you jolt. Would he tear you in half with it? As much as you feared the pain, you knew your body would accept him. “You’re going to scream my name when you come on my cock. That’s a fucking promise.”

He surged forward and sheathed you in one, deep thrust. You cried out in protest, even as your body molded to his. He gripped your chin when you tried to look away, making sure your eyes were focused on him.

“Relax, sweetheart. You were made for me.”

His hips rolled once some of the tension left your body, his grip sliding to your neck. Your pulse beat frantically as he surged in and out, feeling him squeeze gently before he let go. Each movement drove out the terrible longing you felt. Your back was likely to be sore later from how he was taking you, but you didn’t care.

“I would have made our first time beautiful if you let me. Gentle. Tender. But you’re fucking stubborn. And this is just as good.”

He pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside you, snapping his hips to bury himself into your wet heat. He repeated the motion as you shouted, a dark smirk on his handsome face. Your arms slipped around his neck, keeping him close as he thrust deep. You shuddered as your eyes rolled back, your hips moving restlessly against his.

"There you go, sweetheart. Your pretty little hole is hungry for my cock. Knew you’d take me so well.”

“Fuck!” you cried, your body humming in undeniable pleasure. You felt him in your heart, mind, body and soul. He was everywhere. You’d never get him out. And, after having a taste, your soul didn’t want to let him go.

“You’re mine, do you understand me?” he grunted as you tried to meet his thrusts.

“Yes,” you moaned, shuddering again. The countless, perfect thrusts had you clenching rhythmically around him. A hand reached up to grab his hair, unsure if you wanted to make him groan in pleasure or pain.

“Say you’re mine,” he growled, licking his thumb before he reached between your bodies. You nearly sobbed when he found your clit. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” you shouted, seeing him flash a smirk again as he rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Cocky bastard,” you thought.

“Heard that. You know what you need. Just say it.”

“Please, let me come!” you begged, your head falling back as the last word ended on a choked breath.

“Come on my cock and say my name, sweetheart,” he said, pinching your clit.

You screamed his name, nearly sobbed it, as you arched and clutched at him. It was the most powerful orgasm of your life, the aura around Ari exploding in colors you didn’t know existed. Your cunt sucked him in to the point it was almost painful to keep him there, but your body refused to let him go.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, you drenched me. Trying to drown me with your beautiful pussy. Never letting you go.”

You were pliant as you lay there, your body still buzzing as he lost his rhythm and rutted into you. The warm splash on your insides moments later was like the final balm you needed, his moan of pleasure sealing the fate you denied. You were complete. And you knew he was, too.

You shook again as you clung to him, trying to catch your breath. You felt the link from your mind spread everywhere, irrevocably tying the two of you together. The intensity almost smothered you. He rubbed your side soothingly as he kissed over to your ear, panting gently against it. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whispered.

“And I’m yours. Don’t forget that.”

Barely a week. That was all it took to make you forget Luke and wear you down.

Ari studied you later as you slept, smiling to himself as he touched your cheek. He leaned over to check his phone when he knew you wouldn’t stir, dialing one of his contacts. “Where is he?”

“Checked into a hotel. We have eyes on him.” “Keep it that way,” Ari said, looking down at you again. “Remember, if he comes back this way before we’re gone, kill him and his family.”

“Consider it done. Though I would think the visit we paid him at his office would have been enough to scare him away for good. But, Ari, are you sure you still want him alive?”

Ari smirked a little. “She thinks he gave up on her and he’s going to have to carry that around the rest of his life. Each time he looks at his family, it’ll be a reminder of what he let go of. And he knows she’s really mine because he was too much of a coward to actually fight for her.”

“You really are a cruel bastard.”

“I know, but I warned him. He should have let go when he had the chance,” he chuckled, wrapping a leg around you to keep you close. “And my girl really is special. She’ll adjust.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll make her. She’s my soulmate, after all.”

#navybrat writes #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #sweetlysad1kchallenge #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #soft!dark ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson imagine #soft!dark ari levinson #ari levinson x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #dubcon tw

2K notes · View notes