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Sweet on You, Chapter 1
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Rating: M (Rating Subject to Change)
Story Summary: You had joined 'Sugar and Spice' in a desperate attempt to help your mother with her medical bills, so when an opportunity comes along to make a lot of money simply by spending time with a lonely attorney, you jump at the chance -- not expecting to fall for him in the process.
Tired of one-night-stands, Matt Murdock decides to sign up for a sugar daddy/sugar baby website, where he stumbles across your profile. However, despite making it clear that he only wants a platonic arrangement, Matt eventually finds himself falling for you.
Will the two of you be able to come to a permanent arrangement or will more than a contract be broken?
Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N
Word Count: ~1100
A/N: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged the teaser! A few notes before we dive in:
-- While Reader's age is not actually specified in this, it's stated several times that she's closer to Matt's age than most women on the 'Sugar and Spice' website.
-- Matt & Reader do not actually refer to each other as their sugar baby/sugar daddy (although for all intents and purposes, that's what they are).
-- Divider is by the insanely talented (and just as awesome IRL as she is on Tumblr) @theradioactivespidergwen!
-- This is rated M for now, however rating may possibly go up in later chapters. đ
-- If you'd like to be added to the taglist or if I've tagged you by mistake, please let me know!
Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41 @atemydadforbreakfast
No, it's fine, Mom, I promise,â you said as you spoke to your mother over the phone. âIt's not your fault you got laid off and lost your medical insurance right before you got sick.â
âIt's not your responsibility to pay my medical bills, sweetheart,â your mother protested. âI'll come up with the money somehow.â
You shook your head even though you knew your mother couldn't see you. âYouâve sacrificed so much for me, Mom. Let me do this for you.â
Your mother sighed. âOkay, fine. But only because you just got that big raise at work.â
You cleared your throat awkwardly. âUh, yeah. Lucky me. Listen, Mom, I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow, okay?â
âOkay. Love you, sweetie.â
âLove you too. Bye.â
You hung up and blew out a breath. You knew your mother wouldn't approve if you told her the real way you had been affording to make payments towards her medical debt for the past several months.Â
The truth was that your job as an administrative assistant barely even covered your own bills, so you had been supplementing your income through alternative means.
You had joined Sugar and Spice after one of the junior admin assistants had confided in you that she had managed to put herself through college by dating rich older men for money. âIt's actually not a bad gig,â she had told you. âMost of them really just want arm candy to show off to their friends.â
You had gone home that night and checked out the website, and after discovering that you could select your comfort level/how far you were willing to go (by indicating that you were into either âsugarâ or âspiceâ) you had signed up.
It had been working out okay -- you had only been making a few hundred dollars extra a month so far because most of the men on Sugar and Spice wanted someone much younger than you were, but you had at least been able to scrape together enough to make the monthly payments on your mother's medical bills.
And speaking ofâŠ
You grabbed your laptop and pulled it over to you, then navigated to your Sugar and Spice account, pleased when you saw that you had gotten a new inquiry.
You clicked on it.
Hi, the message read, I ran across your profile and I think you might be what I'm looking for. If you're interested and available please message me back at your earliest convenience. Thank you.
You huffed out a laugh. Usually the messages you received weren't quite so⊠polite, so to speak.
You clicked on the sender's profile.
Matthew, 35
Occupation: AttorneyÂ
Interested in: Sugar
Huh. Matthew was a lot younger than most of the men who frequented the site. Maybe that'll be a good thing.
You clicked the reply button. Hi, Matthew, you typed. I am available if you'd like to discuss things further.
You got up to fix yourself some tea, and by the time you came back you had another message from Matthew. Great! Is it okay if we meet in person to discuss possible terms of an agreement? Over coffee, maybe?
Okay, you replied once again. When and where would you like to meet?
The Brew Towers on Saturday, say, 9 AM?
That works for me.
Your eyebrows raised as a notification popped up stating that you had received $100 from Matthew.
As a sign of good faith , Matthew explained. See you Saturday.
See you Saturday.
You logged out and closed your laptop, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. This was the first time you'd be meeting a potential client in person and needless to say, you were nervous.
Matt sat back and took another sip of the glass of whiskey he had poured himself before he had signed up on Sugar and Spice. He had been in court earlier that day and had overheard a conversation during recess between opposing counsel about Nesbitâs much-younger girlfriend.
âHow'd an old dog like you manage to score a hot piece of ass like that?â Peterson had asked jokingly.
Nesbit had chuckled. âYou'd be amazed at what you can find on the internet these days. Let's just say Candy and I have a⊠business arrangement.â
Peterson had dropped his voice down to a whisper. âShe's not an escort, is she? You know the partners don't want wind of any kind of impropriety possibly getting out to the public--â
Nesbit had made a dismissive sound. âNo, nothing like that. You ever heard of Sugar and Spice, that website that connects men of a certain wealth and caliber with women who are looking for someone to take care of them? Well, Candy and I met there. She takes care of my needs, and I take care of hers.â
âSo, what, you pay her to date you?â
âIn a way. I keep her happy by giving her money and buying her things, and she lets me do whatever else I want when I'm not with her.â
Matt's eyebrows had furrowed. Maybe Nesbit had a point -- maybe it was easier to have a business arrangement with someone in order to fill the romantic void in his life rather than having to pick up a different woman every couple of weeks because they got too attached. Better to have someone who knows exactly what they're getting into.
As soon as he had gotten home he had looked up Sugar and Spice, and not finding anything in their terms and conditions that raised red flags, had signed up and began to browse through profiles.
After scrolling through profiles for over an hour and not finding anyone that piqued his interest he had almost gone ahead and given up when his voiceover function read out another profile header to him, this time for a woman who was at least closer to Matt's own age than all of the other women he had checked out.Â
He had listened to your profile then clicked the âSend Messageâ button, typing out a quick message and hitting send.
He had gone to answer the door for a delivery, and by the time he had gotten back to his laptop heâd had a reply.
Before he could second-guess himself Matt had asked you out for coffee, then sent $100 to your Sugar and Spice account to show you he was sincere.
He shut his laptop and stood, then headed to go shower and get ready to go out as Daredevil. He'd gotten a tip about a major drug shipment coming in through the docks that evening and needed to go stop it.
He'd worry about his love life later.
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à©â©â§âË day 19!! this ones dirty hehe whoopsie wc: 400 â.àłàż*:
You know by now that Miguel loves pumping you full of him. Coming deep inside and making sure it stays. Pushing it back in with his fingers. Shoving two digits inside your aching pussy after heâs stretched and worked you out for hours.
Slipping through your slick and his cum mixed together. And massaging your velvet walls in an almost tender way. Like heâs trying to soothe the sore within you. Since it is the result of his thickness bullying through your heat. Forcing you to accept him over and over.
Almost like an apology. Similar to the soft kisses he peppers over your skin, soothing the spots he bit and sucked crimson.
Heâll also push it all in with his dick. Keeping you plunged full. Cockwarming you sometimes and making sure heâs not far from your sex for long. Itâs just a need of his. For you to always be touched by him, full of him, tainted by him.
But something else Miguel loves almost just as much is watching it drip out of you. Itâs not what he prefers but sometimes it just hypnotizes him. Has him staring at your weeping pussy as you drip his essence on the sheets.
"Oh, so pretty, mami... made such a mess..." He chuckles behind you, smiling and panting like a hound after having you face down in the pillows for what felt like an eternity. Yet at the same time, not long enough. His hands on you still, making sure you don't move too much yet so he can watch the white dribble out. Such a sinful sight.
Leaning over you and kissing up your spine, his chin finding its place in the crook of your neck and laying a little bit of his weight on your back. Pressing you into the mattress. Something he knows you love. That feeling like you almost can't breathe. Smothered and dominated by just his weight alone. Until he smirks, kisses your cheek and lifts off of you, rolling onto his back at your side.
You're a trembling, whining mess from his touch. Knowing youâre just so full your cunt canât take any more.
Itâs such a dirty thing, almost like a treat. But heâs always quick to soothe. Quick in tending to the aches heâs caused you. A massage, a bath, kisses to your cheeks as he washes you clean and tells you he loves you most.
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texas sweet masterlist
summary: one father's day changes a lot between you and your neighbor (or maybe it was the handjob.)
gen tags: 18+, general smut, realistic characters in unrealistic situations, a lot of the miller family, cheesiness, stereotypical southerness, tommy miller being a nuisance, anxious!reader, dilf!joel, joel is kind of a flop (but in a cute way), gentle!joel (specific tags are at the top of each chapter <3)
notes: don't ask for specifics or details this fic is me playing barbies. also there isn't a solid plot for this!! i just like them . <3
i. texas sweet your neighbor, joel, looks lonely this fatherâs day. why is the guilt eating you up? ii. frosted kisses after some serious distance, a nightmarish evening at the miller household leaves you and joel closer than before. iii. cranberry christmas -> coming dec. 24th
#this is me when i finally make the masterlist -> :D#joel miller#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader smut#tlou#tlou hbo#joel miller fic#texas sweet
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Traitor-The Present
Chapter Five
Warnings: Gun, violence, physical assault. Smut. Degradation, fingering, slight anal play, spanking, cum play, oral (male receiving), choking.
Summary: Just when y/n starts to think that Harry isn't the old mafia gang's leader, she discovers some secrets about him that makes her wonder whom she really fell in love with.
Word Count: 8.3k
Catch up on the story here: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three*, Chapter Four* ______________________________________
There couldnât be a better place to be, y/n thought, as she sat beside Harry on the beach side, gritty sand in between her toes and the cool breeze making her feel refreshed. Harryâs arm around her shoulders kept her close to him, close enough that his fresh, masculine scent blanketed her.Â
âI want to stay here forever. Itâs so beautiful.â, y/n tells him. âThe sea looks so calm.â
âIt may be calm now, but I feel like itâs getting ready for war. Quiet, and calculating.â, Harry spoke softly, and y/n looked at him, raising her eyebrows. Harry chuckles, pressing a kiss to her temple. âIt is beautiful though."
âWell, when you put it like that..â, y/n mumbles. She wonders what goes inside Harryâs mind half the time.Â
âIâm hungry.â, Harry says, nudging his nose against her cheek. âMe too, letâs go grab some food. What do you think is good here?â
y/n and Harry talk as they walk to a shack It was located on the beachside, with a live band and people dancing.
"Do you think where we live is unsafe? It's not the first time you've mentioned about me moving someplace else and settling down.", Harry asks y/n, referring to their previous conversation, just before they told each other how they feel.
"Um, I-I'm just worried, the crime reports from our place increases every day.", she quickly comes up with something, and Harry cocks his head to the side, not believing her. "Uh huh. And itâs not because you want me to go away?â
y/n laughs, and nudges his ribs. âNow why would I want that?â
They walk into the shack, and she leads him to a table at the back. She notices two men eyeing her as she walks in. They were swinging beer from their bottles. One of them winks at her, and she turns away, ignoring them.
y/n and Harry look at the menu and decide on what they want to get.
"You don't have to worry about my safety, y/n. I can take care of myself.", Harry tells her. "And I'll take care of you."
She smiles, leaning into his side as she feels cold. Harry was warm. They have their food, and y/n gets up to use the restroom. On her way back, she feels a squeeze on her ass, and shivers climb up her spine. That was not Harry.
She looks back to see the man who winked at her earlier.
"Hi beautiful, want to take it somewhere private?", he grins, showing her his teeth as he runs one of his hands through his messy black curls. A cigarette stuck out between his lips.
"No. Touch me again and I'll report you.", she warns, and the man laughs, looking over at his friend. "Feisty one, this."
"Told you she'd be a good one. You can tell from the rack.", the other guy walks towards them, eyes on her breasts.
"Shut the fuck up and stop staring at me. I'm going to-" One of them grabs her wrists. "Don't tell us what to do, little girl. We will-"
"-Finish that sentence, and you won't have a tongue to say anything again."
y/n struggles to get her wrists free as she sees Harry glaring at them both. "Let her go, now."
"Ah hah, this is getting interesting. Got your boyfriend out to play huh? Show us what you got, man."
Harry didnât hesitate. He smirked, before he punched his fist straight into the man's nose. He groans and holds his nose.
"Your turn now. Let. Her. Go."
Before Harry could reach him, the guy pushes y/n away with force, and her hip hits the drinks counter making her yelp, her head smashing on a glass.
âYou fucking bastard!â, Harry charged at him.
"Oh my god. I told you to keep those douchebags out, Frank!" A lady helps y/n onto a chair, probably the owner of the shack. "Are you okay darling? Oh god, I'm so sorry. They're such creeps, always getting into trouble."
y/n was too shocked to reply. Shocked because of what she was watching. Harry had the man who grabbed her on the ground. He was kicking him, growling. "I warned you. Nobody fucking touches my girl!"
Everyone in the shack watches as Harry beats the crap out of him.
"Harry!", y/n shouts as the other man prepares to swing a bottle against Harry's head from behind. Harry's arm shot up to grab his arm, without even turning back, and with one grunt, he flipped him over, making him fall at his feet with a big groan of pain.
"Harry that's enough-", y/n tried to say, but Harry wasn't listening to her. He was burning with rage. y/n noticed that every kick and every punch he threw was while he stood in perfect form. His biceps flexed while he reached behind him and the veins in his neck popped. What he did to the guys was rough, but his movements were sharp and defined.Â
âWho do you think you are Mr. Show Off?â Suddenly, a few other men joined the fight, and they were armed. One of them held a pocket knife, and the other held a baseball bat. Two others screamed as they ran to Harry.
y/n brought her hand to her mouth in shock as she realized something. All these four men who joined now were the ones that were following them, back at home. They were the ones who kept watching them.
y/n wanted to pull Harry into safety, but she didn't have to. Two arms projected out and grabbed one of their necks, while he punched the other one's head, throwing them both onto the wall. He kicked the knife out of the third's hand, and y/n thought he looked like he was flying in the air after the kick made the man slam onto the floor with a big thud.
The last man standing raised his baseball bat, and Harry slams on to him, leaving them both on the ground.
Harry was unscathed. Six men were down, and he continued to beat them up, making sure no one could get up again. A normal man couldn't fight like this.
This was the job of an experienced fighter. He had been in fights way worse than this before. Even if Harry couldn't remember how he could do it, his body was moving out of muscle memory.
This was what y/n was searching for. Some glimpse of him from the past life. The man that everyone was afraid of. y/n now saw why.
Harry groans, looking down at the injured men. "Donât you dare lay a fucking finger on my girl again.â
All his anger vanishes when he looks at y/n. Her small frame was shaking. He rushes to her, and grabs her wrists. "Are you okay, y/n?"
She nods, looking at the blood on his knuckles. "H-Harry.."
"It's not mine.", he assures. He put his arm around her. "Come on, let's go."
She feels everyone's eyes behind their backs as Harry walks them out of the shack. y/n's head hurt. She wasn't sure if it was because of the injury, or because of everything she saw. What was she thinking? They had warned her that Harry could get dangerous. She was scared.
Harry held her hand tight in his as he led them to their room, and then to the bathroom.
"Harry..", y/n opens her mouth, taking a breath as he looks through his bag for something. "Y-You-"
"There are glass shards on your head baby, let me take care of it for you.", Harry cuts her off, coming back with a bag, it probably had some first aid stuff. It was bigger than a normal first aid kit, but he was a doctor by profession, so it made sense. He washes his hands, and she searches his eyes for the look she saw a few minutes ago. How his eyes were darker, and there was no hint of kindness on his face.
Harry grabs her waist, and places her on the slab next to the sink, before going through his first aid supplies.Â
"Any dizziness? Headache?", Harry asks softly, gently taking her face. One of his hands held her chin, tilting it up while his other hand examined the wound carefully.
"H-Head hurts a bit..", she mumbles, and Harry nods. He picks up a pen flashlight and turns it on. "Just gonna check your eyes, yeah?"
She holds in her breath as Harry flashes the light in her eyes, the thumb over his other hand on her eyebrow. She stared into his beautiful eyes, but they remained focus. He kept the pen flashlight away, and put up numbers on his fingers, asking her to follow his finger.
"You're okay, no signs of concussion.", he sighs in relief. "And your wound doesn't need stitches, I can fix it up in two minutes."
"Harry we should talk about-"
"-You're hurt.", Harry tells her firmly. "We'll talk after I make sure you're gonna be okay."
She didn't protest. She flinched when he dabbed the cotton dipped in antiseptic on her broken skin, making it sting. "I know, I'm sorry..", Harry murmurs, gently holding her face. These were the same hands that roughed up the men, but now they were so gentle. He picked out little glass shards with tweezers, and she pulled her face away when it hurt.
"Shh..almost done, baby. Stay still for me.."
y/n sat there, caged between his legs, and watched his face as he treated her wound. She couldn't believe it. He was a completely different man when he fought them.
"That's it, you're all done. Nothing to worry about, that'll heal very soon." Harry gives her a small smile as he finishes applying an ointment and then bandages it.
"Thank you.", she nods.
"Of course. If they had hurt you any worse I would've-"
"-You would've what, Harry?", y/n finds her voice finally. "Y-You beat them to a pulp, they'll need to be hospitalized. T-There was blood."
Harry looks at her while he dries his hands after washing them. "What did you want me to do, y/n? They were hurting you!"
"S-Some of them..I-I knew some of them. I've seen them follow us around. W-Who are they?"
"I don't know.", Harry grumbles, while placing her back on the ground, and she grabs his hands, moving them away from her waist.
"Where did you learn to fight like that? H-How did you disarm them like that? Tell me Harry, please, who are they and why were they targeting you?"
"I said I don't know!", he snaps loudly, and y/n takes a step back, afraid of him. Harry curses, looking down at her feet. "Fuck, I'm sorry y/n, I-"
She steps further away when he tries to hold her hand. "Please tell me what you know, Harry.", she begs, tears running down her cheeks.
"I-I've seen them too.", Harry finally says. "I know they follow me around. There are more of them. But I don't know why. I honestly don't know, baby. I don't know why they don't let me go on with my life! I don't know why they tell me to remember stuff that I don't! I don't know how I can fight like that and I don't know why they're after me."
Harry looks into her eyes, desperate. "But I do know that I'll never hurt you. I felt so angry when I saw them touching you. I couldn't control myself. You mean a lot to me, and I'll never hurt you or stand back and watch as you get hurt, y/n. I would never put you in danger. I-I..I love you."
y/n crashes into his chest and he wraps his arms around her tight, pulling her as humanly close as possible. His warm big hands rub down her back, comforting her "I-I'm sorry for scaring you. E-Everything just burst out of me at that moment."
"T-They deserved it.", y/n admits, and Harry lets out a nervous chuckle, kissing the top of her head. "I will always protect you, sunshine."
y/n trusted him. His words were filled with emotion and she had seen how much he cares about her.
"We'll figure it out together, okay? All the missing pieces, we'll figure it out.", y/n tells him, holding his face and he nods. "I love you too, Harry." She kisses him before going back to hugging him. They would figure it all out.
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"Just because I let you sleep yesterday doesn't mean you can sleep today!", y/n pokes Harry's ribs making him groan from his curled position in the passenger's seat.
"Talk to me unless you want me to crash us both into a tree.", y/n says, and he opens his eyes, squinting at her. "Aw, is my passenger princess angry?", she teases.
"Shut up.", Harry pouts at her, and she giggles. "I'll give you something to do. I need some rest too."
y/n pulls over, and Harry gives her a look. "Why are we stopping in the middle of nowhere?"
"For a switch. Your turn to drive.", she says, turning the engine off.
"No!"Harry's eyes widened. "I can't drive y/n! I won't sleep, but don't make me drive!"
"You do know how to drive! You have a license. Come on Harry, you can't be that bad. The road's empty, it's all yours.", y/n says, already getting out, and pulling Harry out of the other side. She opens the door for him and pushes him in despite his protests.
When y/n was settled, Harry looked over at everything, adjusting his seat. "Okay. You brought this upon yourself, sunshine. Seat belt on."
She pulls it over herself, and grins. "Let's go."
Harry changes the gear, and starts the car. "Okay, good start-"
y/n's voice cuts off as he changes the gear again, and stamps on the accelerator, speeding down the empty road.
"Oh my god. Harry!", her heart skips a beat as the air slaps against her face.
"I warned you.", Harry smiles, and then laughs. "I missed this!" "I wouldn't mind if you slowed down a bit-"
He only goes faster, and she squeaks, gripping onto the sides. "Don't worry, I got this.", Harry assures her, and she looks at him with wide eyes. "What else do you have hiding? Were you an F1 driver in the past?"
"That would be cool but I don't think so!", he laughs.
Hearing him laugh, and seeing his happiness, she broke into a laugh too. "You're a different breed altogether!"
"This car is amazing! Do we have to give it to that guy?!"
y/n laughs as she reaches to keep a hand on his knee. "I love you."
They sang at the top of their voices, enjoying the drive. "Do you know these routes?", y/n asks him, as he takes a left turn without cross checking with the map.
"Um, no, I just thought this is the better road.", he says.
"Huh. These roads were used for gold smuggling, illegal drug transport and things like that, apparently. They were used regularly a few years back, did you know?"
"Why would I know that random fact?"Harry raises an eyebrow.
"Just asking.", y/n shrugs, and changes the topic. They were planning on staying in Las Vegas for the night. They had found a hotel in the heart of the city, and they planned to spend some time there exploring before hitting the road a little later tomorrow.
Harry goes to take a shower once they get to their room, and y/n calls Uncle Luke. She was happy to know that he was doing perfectly fine.Â
The room they got was beautiful, they had a big bed, and a beautiful view overlooking the city. Las Vegas was a party capital. They had to check out some of it.
y/n couldn't find her hair brush, and she thinks she might have kept it in Harry's bag, so she quickly goes through it. Sure enough, she had.
Just as she was about to pull out her hand, it landed on something cold, and heavy. y/n frowns and moves her fingers over it, and it was shaped like a..no way.
She pulls it out, and gasps in horror. Harry comes out of the bathroom at the same time. He looks at her as she stares in disbelief at the weapon she was holding.
"y/n, put that down.", Harry says calmly. "It's loaded."
A loaded gun.
"W-Why do y-you have a gun?", she asks shakily, dropping it. Harry quickly picks it up and puts it back in his bag. "Why were you looking through my bag?", he grumbles.
"Harry! That's not an answer.", y/n held his arms and looked into his eyes. "Tell me why you have a gun. Is that even yours?"
"Let it go baby-"
y/n pushes at his chest. "T-Tell me the truth please, Harry. Stop playing your games with me. Who are you?"
"I-I don't know.", Harry whispers, grabbing her hands and squeezing them when she tries to pull them out of his grip. "The gun is for safety. I told you that those men have been following me, and it's been going on for a long time. Before I even met you. I live alone y/n, what if all of them sneak up on me when I'm not expecting them to? That's why I have a gun. Yes, I shouldn't have brought it along and I should have told you. I'm sorry."
y/n wanted to believe him. "I-Is that the truth?"
"Yes, I promise.", Harry kisses her hand. "I'm not playing any game with you, y/n. It drives me crazy that I can't remember things. I wish I knew why all of this happens to me. You're the only normal thing in my life and you're the only person I have. I would never lie to you. You know who I am, you've seen who I am. I trust you sunshine, I've let you into my life because I trust you, and I love you. I wouldn't keep anything from you."
He pulls her into a hug, and she closes her eyes, holding on to him. She knew he was telling the truth. She was the one lying to him. She was breaking his trust. She was a monster.
"I-I need some air.", she whispers, pulling away from him.
"y/n please-"
"I have some things to think about Harry, please." She looks into his hurt eyes, before grabbing her phone and stepping out to the balcony. Harry didnât want to let her go, but he understood that she needed some time alone.
y/n called Romania.
"Hello y/n, I was waiting for your call. How is-"
"-Romania, I'm done. I'm done with your memory game and I don't want your money. I can't do this for you."
"y/n what happened?"
"He's dangerous!", y/n whisper shouts. "He took down six big thugs all by himself yesterday and now, I found a gun in his bag."
"What?", Romania laughs. "He fought?"
"What the hell is so funny about that?", y/n snaps, so mad at her.
"Harry has not fought anyone since that incident, y/n! That means he's still in there. He was one of our best. He can take down anyone. Tell me what caused the fight."
y/n explained last night's event to her. "That is fantastic news y/n, that means he cares about you so much that he risked his mask coming off. Everyone who saw him there now knows that he's still someone to be feared. He must care deeply about you."
"A-And I care about him.", y/n whispers. "I know I'm in too deep now, but I can't keep hurting him by keeping this from him. I have to tell him."
"No! y/n you have two more days. I need you to get him to the location and then you're free to go, or tell him, or whatever you want to do. We will pay you double the amount. Please y/n, no one's got this close to him, you can get him to remember. Please. Reagen would want him to remember the memories they had together. He has to remember what happened that night."
y/n sighs, running her hand through her hair and she felt like pulling it out. She thought like Reagen. What would she do? She heard that she was extremely brave. However scared she must have felt deep down, Reagen wouldn't have given up. She probably died to save Harry. y/n couldn't let that sacrifice of love go to waste.
Harry had to remember.
"F-Fine..two more days.", y/n whispers.
"Harry won't hurt you y/n, trust me.", Romania said. "But if you feel unsafe, I can send my men to make sure you're safe."
"No it's okay, h-he, he won't hurt me.", y/n nods. "I'll call you later."
"Yeah. You got this, y/n, I'm-"
She hung up before hearing any more of her crap. How had she got herself into this fucking mess? y/n wasn't ready to face Harry yet, so she went down to the hotel's bar. She had to drink. She needed the alcohol to burn her emotions. She sat there by herself and tipped drink by drink down her throat.
Two days. Romania told her she'd be free to leave after that, but she was sure she couldn't just walk away without a scar. She had a feeling her life was going to turn upside down in those two days.
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Harry was jittery. He was sitting on the bed, knee bouncing with stress as he thought about everything. The last thing he wanted was to make y/n feel unsafe. He didn't know what to do. He wanted her to trust him.Â
It had been too long since she walked away. Three hours. Harry worried about someone getting to her, someone hurting her. He was scared. He knew the world was full of bad people.
Harry takes his phone out and tries calling her. She doesn't answer.
"Fuck it.", he gets up, and he's tempted to stuff the gun into his pocket in case someone's got her, but he decided against it. That was only for emergencies.
Harry looked in the most obvious places first. He searched the restaurant, the rooftop DJ Party going on, and the bar.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her sitting on a bar stool, sipping her drink and blabbering to the bartender.
"y/n.", Harry says as he approaches them.
"Oh hey Berty, meet my boyfriend! Harry, say hi to Berty!", y/n gives him a big grin, turning around on her stool to pat Harry's arm.
Harry looks at Berty, who gives him a small smile and a nod. "I was just going to ask her if there's someone to take her to her room, or back home if she's not staying here tonight."
"We're staying, and I'll take her. Thanks." Harry looks at y/n. Her eyes were dazed with the amount of alcohol she must have drowned, but she still looked gorgeous to Harry.
"Wait, Harry, have a drink with me, I haven't had one with you since that first week. Berty, get him a whiskey! The fiery kind!", y/n giggles, and pats the chair next to her. "Come sit, Harry."
Berty looks at Harry who shakes his head, and Berty nods, going away. "I don't want to have a drink now, love. Come on, it's late, you're sleepy."
"You donât wanna have a drink with me?", y/n pouts at him, and his heart melts, so he sits down, but he doesn't ask for a drink. He knows that she is not a big drinker and he caused this now. He felt horrible about himself.
"I would love to have a drink with you sweetheart, but not now, okay? You've had a lot too, let me take you back to our room, okay?"
She nods, looking into his eyes. "Harry?"
Harry strokes her hair back, away from her face, nodding. "Tell me, babe."
"D-Do you..do you really love me?"
A small tear rolls down her cheek, and Harry's heart breaks. He cups her cheek, thumbing that tear away. Harry knew he had done horrible things, but if there was anything in his life that was steady, it was y/n. y/n showed him love, again. She was healing him.
"I do, I love you with all my heart, sunshine. I always have and I always will.", Harry whispers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry for everything, I wish-", he stops talking, and words himself again. "I would never hurt you on purpose."
"I know, that's what I keep saying.", she says, nodding to herself.
"Saying to who?", he asks, confused.
"Romania. You smell good.", she says, smiling at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to her.
"We should go, y/n.", Harry motions to Berty. "Add her tabs to our room please, 401."
"Yes sir, have a good night y/n.", Berty waves at y/n and she laughs, waving back as Harry helps her off the chair and puts his arm around her waist.
"Good night Berty, live your life while you can. Don't be greedy for money, just be happy."
Harry wondered where that came from, while he walked with her out of the bar. He holds her hand tight in his, and keeps his eyes out for anyone following them or spying on them. She leans on him in the elevator, and he holds her close as she mumbles incoherently.
"What happened that night, Harry?", y/n asks, looking up at him.
"Which night, love?"
"On the night you were smuggling the gold? The night you had your accident and lost your memory? Do you remember?"
Harry freezes, and his nostrils flare angrily. He hates anyone asking him that. He was sick and tired of all the accusations he had heard about him.
"I-I don't remember.", he answers coldly. The elevator door opens, and he ushers her out and to their room.
"That's too bad.", y/n says. "I know you don't, but those thick heads don't understand! Woops!" y/n goes off her balance, and Harry grabs her before she can fall. "Careful. Thereâs another step, there you go." He leads her inside their room, and decides to just pick her up. He easily picks her up bridal style, and she grins, putting her arms around his neck.
"You are so strong, babe.", y/n pats his shoulder.
"You're not at all heavy.", Harry kisses her nose, taking them to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed, and she pulls him down with her, yanking him by the shirt. "Let's have some fun.", she wiggles her eyebrows, like she was telling him a secret, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Not now, darling. Tomorrow, okay?"
"You don't think I'm sexy?", she asks, and he kisses her sweetly. "I think you're very sexy, sunshine. You're drunk now, so we can mess around later. Let's just sleep now, we drove four hours."
Harry gets her some water and makes her drink it. "Do you know Oliver?", y/n asks him, as he takes the glass back.
"Oliver? No.", Harry says, while taking her shoes off.
"Oliver Khan.", y/n says. "Or so he says. I heard mafia people have different names, so I don't know."
"Mafia? What are you talking about y/n? One of your mystery movies?", Harry asks, taking her shirt off for her. She giggles. "I wish! It is kind of like that."
"Gonna slip your jeans off, yeah?"
"Uh huh.."
Harry's fingers brush her skin as he unbuttons her jeans, and pulls it down her smooth legs. "He was your best friend. Don't remember, do you?"
"No."
"What about Hans? Strike a bell?"
"No."
Harry unbuckles her bra, knowing she wouldn't want to sleep with it on. He slips one of his shirts over her body while listening to her.
"You were a mafia leader, Harry, you were good at everything. You were smuggling gold that day you had the accident. And your name isn't Harry Turner like you call yourself, it's Harry Styles."
Styles. A mafia leader. Harry wonders how she knows that. She does seem to be sure about that.
"What are you talking about y/n?", he leans closer, cupping her cheek. She smiles sleepily, rolling over on the bed. "I don't know either. I'm drunk as hell!"
"y/n. What mafia? What do you know?" Harry pats her cheek, but her eyes are already closed, and she is out like a light.
He would ask her when she's sober. She knew things about his past life. And he wanted to know what she knew, and why she was hiding them from him. She said they'd figure it out together, didn't she? Now, she was the one keeping secrets.
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y/n wakes up with a massive hangover headache, and groans, turning over and burying her face into the pillow. What had happened? y/n tries to remember what got her into this hangover misery and then she wishes all of it never happened. How was she in bed now? Did Harry come and get her?
She looks beside her and sees an empty bed. The sheets were rumpled, so Harry had slept here, but he wasn't here now. Or was it even their room? Where was she? She sits up and looks around. Yes, she saw her bag, it was their room.
"Harry?", she calls, hoping he would answer. She had made peace with the fact that he had a gun. And like Romania said, it was good. He is showing parts of his old self and it's only a matter of time before he remembers everything.
Harry appears, holding a cup. She thought it's her coffee, and smiled but it quickly disappeared. "Water?", she looks up at him when he hands it to her.
"You're dehydrated.", he murmurs, without looking at her. "Ibuprofen's there if you have a headache."
She found the pill beside her on the bedside table, and took it, washing it down with the water. "Thank you. Did you um get me to bed?"
"Donât remember?", he asks, and she scoffs, it's usually her asking him that question.
"No, I don't. Last thing I remember is talking to Berty about his date...um, I thought about it Harry. I understand why you have a gun, I just needed some time."
Harry nods, sitting down on the bed, looking away from her. "Whatâs the matter? Are you okay?", she asks, frowning, noticing how he didn't spare her a glance yet.
"I'm hungry, breakfast closes in an hour.", he grumbles.
"Oh. Give me just one second to look a little presentable and we'll go." y/n gets off the bed, and kisses Harry's cheek before going into the bathroom.
They go to breakfast, and eat in silence. y/n was used to Harry being quiet, but he would hold her hand or keep his hand on her thigh, brush his shoulder with hers, he would do something. He did none of those today, and he seemed to be in deep thought as he ate. y/n worried whether she had said something to him last night. She doesn't remember one bit of her drunk rambling. Or was he mad that she ruined the one night they had in Vegas?
Probably everything. She kept quiet too. She deserved it.
Back in their room, Harry got some work calls and y/n laid in bed, watching him. She couldn't let him give her the silent treatment for any longer, she had a task to do and it won't work if both of them remain quiet. y/n loves talking and hates silence.
"Harry, talk to me. I'm sorry for running away like that.", y/n pipes up when he was done with the call.
"It was not safe.", he murmured.
"I was around people, it was safe. I didn't go out of the hotel either. Why do you think it wasn't safe? Did you see those guys again?"
Harry walks over to plug his phone for charging. "No. I don't know, they could've been there."
y/n slowly nods. "I didn't think about that. We still have some time before hitting the road, wanna go check out the streets?"
Harry sighs, finally looking at her. "I don't wanna travel anymore. I want to go back."
"Why?", y/n asks, reaching for his hand. "Harry-"
"-Harry Styles.", he says, making her freeze. Did he remember his real last name?
"You said I'm Harry Styles, yesterday.", he completes. "Something about the mafia, and Oliver Khan. How do you know those things about me?"
His green eyes bore into hers, and she was speechless. Shit. Had she drunk blabbered all that? Had she told him everything? About the money and the deal with Romania?
"Tell me, y/n. Are those true?"
She couldn't tell him the full truth just yet, but she could tell him some of it. She nods.
He groans, running a hand through his hair. "How do you know? And tell me everything you know, right now."
"I um one of my friends recognized you, and they told me all this information about you."
"What friend?"
"Um, T-Tony?"
"What does Tony do?"
"He um...he's in the media.", she stumbles out another lie. There was no Tony.
"I need his number, I want to ask him myself.", Harry tells her, making her sweat.
"I'm not sure if I have his number-"
"Isn't he your friend?" Harry looked angry now, and that's the last thing y/n wanted.
"Was, not anymore. I'll find out his number, okay? I'll uh tell you what I know in the meantime."
Harry nods, not even blinking as he listens to her. y/n told him everything she knew. "R-Reagen died that day..but you lived. T-That's the story.", she completes.
She studies Harry's face which appeared expressionless, then he buries his face in his hands. "I don't remember any of that, y/n."
"I-It might not be true, Harry, that's the story I know.", y/n rubs his back gently. "I-I'm a doctor, I don't do all that stuff..", he whispers. y/n scoots closer to him and hugs him tight. She knew that. She knew Harry in front of her wouldn't do all that.
"That's why those men were following you and they're all scared of you Harry. Even if you get back a small piece of who you were, they don't stand a chance against you.", she speaks softly. He looks up at her, eyes watery. "A-Are you scared of me too? Is that why you kept all this from me?"
"No, I just didn't want to upset you.", y/n cups his face. "I'm not scared of you Harry, I never was and I never will be. You saved me. I know you'll never hurt me. I feel safe in your arms, I feel loved. I know who you are. You're a brave and kind man. No matter what I hear, that's what I'll believe, okay?"
Harry buries his head into her neck, and she wraps her arms around him, cupping the back of his head. "I love you and my feelings are real. That will never change."
"I-I love you too.", Harry whispers. She held him while he processed everything. She made sure to tell him that it might just be a stupid story with zero truth in it. y/n still hadn't told him everything, but she would, in time.
"You trust me?", Harry asks her, and she nods, kissing him. "I trust you."
Harry pulls her onto his lap as they kiss, y/n's hands moving to his hair. His lips attacked hers roughly and desperately. She feels him getting hard, and starts moving, straddling his lap, making him groan.Â
"Let me make you feel good, Harry.", she whispers as she tugs his shirt off. She had to distract him from thinking more into Tony or anything else, she didn't want him to get worked up. Harry's hand grabs the back of her neck, pulling her lips away from his. "Get on your knees."
y/n bites her lip, getting off of his lap. She loves when he gets dominant in bed. Maybe it's because she's so busy and in charge of her life, she likes to be manhandled and thrown around a bit in bed. It's like a stress buster. And sex with Harry always feels so good.
y/n gets on her knees on the floor as Harry takes off his pants and sits back down on the bed. y/n palms him through his boxers, and he sucks in a breath. "Go on, take me out."
y/n obeys, her fingers slipping inside the waist band of his boxers, and slowly pulling them down his legs. "You're so big.", she murmurs, admiring his thick, long, dick. She wonders how that fits inside her.
Harry smirks, looking at her as she takes his dick in her hand, stroking it from it's base to the top, dangerously slow. Her other hand played with his balls, squeezing them ever so gently.Â
"You're such a tease.", he says, looking down at her. "Wait. Take off everything except your panties."
"Whatever you say.", she pulls away to take her top off, leaving her upper half bare. She hadn't worn a bra. She slipped of her shorts as well, leaving just her panties as he asked. Her nipples were hard, and Harry groaned at the sight of her on his knees for him, ready to pleasure him. He leans down to cup one of her breasts and squeezes. "Are you gonna be a good girl and take this big cock down your throat?"
Harry's eyes were dark with lust, and y/n moans, "Y-Yes, Harry."
"Get to work.", he says, sitting back up. She keeps her eyes on him as she spits on his dick, and rubs it all over. He groans, hands going to hold her hair up for her.
y/n teases him at first, slowly running her tongue along his length, while her hands palm his balls. She leaves little kisses on his dick. Harry was getting painfully hard and frustrated.
"Okay that's enough, put me inside your mouth or I'm going to do it myself.", Harry mutters, not able to handle the teasing anymore. She takes him in her mouth and he lets her adjust, trying hard not to just push it down her throat.
"That's a good girl.", he coos, and curses as she bobs her head up and down his length. "Fuck."
She was driving him crazy. Her pretty lips wrapped around his cock, her gorgeous eyes looking up at him like she only wanted to please him, that was enough to drive Harry over the edge. She moves her head further down, gagging around him, her eyes watering but she loves it.Â
"Oh bloody hell, that feels so good. Are you gagging around me, baby?", Harry moans. She knew how badly he wanted to just have his way with her. She pulls out. "Fuck my mouth.", she tells him.Â
"Beg for it.", he says, continuing to stroke his dick as she stops. He pinches one of her nipples, and she clenches her thighs together. She was getting so wet. "P-Please Harry, fuck my mouth."
"That's not good enough, try harder baby.", Harry rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.Â
"Please make me gag. Make me choke on your big dick, Harry. Use my mouth as you please."
Harry moves both of his hands back to her hair. "You're so fucking hot. Tap my thigh if it gets too much, alright?"
"Yes.", y/n smiles, opening her mouth wide for him, making her jaw go slack. "Your throat's gonna to be sore by the time I'm done with you, darling. You asked for it.", he says before thrusting his dick into his mouth.
y/n chokes as his dick touches the back of her throat, and she feels the sting on her scalp as he moves her head up and down by her hair. He pulls her away to give her a second to breathe, before pushing it back in her mouth, keeping her head still as he moves his hips. Saliva drips down her chin.Â
"So f-fucking good for me.", he moans, legs starting to shake as he feels him getting close. He pushed her head down, and tears run down her cheeks as she gags around him, her nose buried into his hound.Â
"Just like that, baby, your mouth feels s-so good. I-I'm going to cum."
He pulls her head up. "F-Fuck..."
"G-Give it to me Harry, cum for me.", she whispers, her voice coming out hoarse. Harry strokes his dick, and she opens her mouth to catch his cum as it shoots out. She hums, tasting him on her tongue.Â
"Keep your mouth open.", he groans and moves his dick to paint some of his cum over her chest. y/n sits like a perfect girl, tears running down her cheeks, mouth open holding his cum, and her beautiful breasts covered in his cum as well.
"You look so pretty like this.", Harry strokes her hair. "Swallow."
She does, and shows him her empty mouth. He grabs her jaw to see. "Good girl."
She smiles, pleased with his praise. Her fingers scoop up the rest of his cum on her body and brings it back to her lips, cleaning it off, all while looking at him. "Tastes so good.", she tells him.
"Yeah? Stand up, baby."Â
She raises on her legs, and he pulls her in between his knees. He taps her thigh and she separates them. Harry's fingers touch her wet core through her thin panties. "Did you get so wet from gagging on my cock, y/n?"
"Uh huh..", she's tempted to close her legs. "All for you."
Harry hums, tugging on her wrist. "Bend over my lap, let me take a good look at that beautiful pussy."
She listens, bending over his thighs and Harry adjusts her so her ass is propped up and her feet are dangling.Â
Harry's hands go to her panties, and he rips them apart. "Oh god.", y/n moans. Everything he did was so hot. "I liked that.", she pouts, her poor panties.
"Sorry baby, I'll buy a new one.", Harry grins, throwing the cloth pieces away after ripping it in half. He spreads her cheeks apart, looking at her glistening pussy. "You're dripping, sweetheart. Oh, look at all that sweetness."
"Please Harry.", she whines as his fingers stroke over her folds, feeling the moisture.Â
"You want my fingers? My mouth?", he asks, enjoying her being a mess for him.Â
"A-Anything, please." She starts to use his thigh, moving down on it to cause some friction and yelps as his hand comes down on her bottom. "Did I tell you to move?"
"No, sorry.", she moans. "More, please."
"More? You like it when I slap your ass, baby?", he asks, giving her another slap. He groans, watching her ass jiggle from the hit.Â
"Fuck, yes.." She gasps as he spanks her again. She loved the pain, and as the sting faded away, she was only left with pleasure. Harry's hand smoothed over the sting, before he thrust his fingers inside her pussy without warning, making her let out a scream and hold on to his legs for support. "P-please, please..", she begs, as he spreads her legs with his knee.
He pulled his fingers away to give her ass another swat, making her whimper. She was getting dizzy from all the pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it? You gonna cum, baby?"
"Y-Yes, yes..oh.." His fingers curl around her g-spot and she's a mess on his lap as she tries to lay still. It felt so good. "Come on, cum for me.."
y/n's sure she's seen stars, as Harry helps her through her orgasm. All the blood was rushing to her face as she was dangling on his lap. Harry notices and places a pillow beside him, before bringing her up so her head's laying on the pillow. He also lifts her legs and lays them on the bed.Â
Harry brings his fingers to his lips, tasting her. "So sweet, baby."
He takes some of it dripping out of her, bringing it to her lips. "Here, clean my fingers, darling."
y/n's lips wrap around his fingers as she sucks on them. He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and brings it back to her pussy, making her whimper.
"What? Is your little pussy sensitive already?", Harry chuckles. "Okay, I'll give you a few minutes. How bout I play with your other hole?"
She gasps as he spreads her cheeks with one hand, and circles his finger over her asshole. She grips onto the sheets, letting out a small whine. "I will fuck you in this little hole one day. I bet it'll be tight like your pussy."
He pushes his finger into her asshole, and she moans at the new feeling. "Harry.."
"So tight, and pretty." He spits on her hole, and pushes his finger back in. "Would you like that baby? I'll fill all your holes up, and you'll take it, won't you?"
"Yes, yes I will. Please." She whines when he pulls his finger out, and he laughs. "Not today, you're very tight and we don't have lube. I don't want it to hurt. Some other time, huh, baby?"
He sits her up on his lap. "I want you to ride me. Your tits look so pretty and perky today, I want them bouncing on my face."
She looks at his dick which was hard again, standing up straight. "That's what you do to me.", he says, and she grins, placing her hands on his shoulders as she gets comfortable. Harry holds her hips, and guides them over him as she sinks down on him slowly.Â
y/n moans, feeling him deep inside of her. Harry moves one hand from her hip to her clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her sensitive bud of nerves, as she starts moving.Â
"F-Fuck, Harry..", y/n's body over flows with pleasure. "Let me hear how much you like it, baby.", Harry says, watching her breasts bounce up and down as she rides him.
"G-God it feels so g-good, so good."
Her thighs were burning, and her body was tingling. His dick felt so good inside her, and if he kept up with her clit rubs, she was going to cum again within minutes. Harry takes one of y/n's nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.Â
"H-Harry I'm gonna-"
"-Already? I think you can hold it for a bit.", he tells her, teeth grazing against her nipple as he looked up at her. y/n moans, trying to keep her pace, but she slowed down. Her thighs were burning and shaking with too much pleasure.Â
"Be a good girl for me.", Harry murmurs. "You're my dirty little slut, aren't you?"
She yelps as his hand slaps her ass before squeezing the stinging flesh. "Y-Yes.." She tried to move, but she couldn't. "Harry.."
"What's wrong baby? My cock too much for you?", he teases.
"P-Please fuck me, please.", she begs.Â
"Since you asked so nicely.", he grins, grabbing her hips again.
Her fingers curled around his shoulders and she screamed as he thrust his hips, hard and fast. She was almost falling off his lap.Â
"You can cum, baby.", he tells her, and her eyes roll back in her head as she lets go. Harry fucks her through her orgasm and it hurts from over sensitivity before it feels good again, Harry doesn't stop. "W-Who's making you feel so good?"
y/n couldn't answer. Harry brings one hand to wrap around her throat. "I asked you a question."
"Y-You. You, Harry..", she moans, and her vision goes blurry as his fingers press against the sides of her throat. He was driving her crazy. "T-That's right."
y/n looked so divine, covered in sweat, cum, and tears as she bounced on his cock. Harry released inside her soon, and she cums again. She slumps on him, exhausted and he wraps his arms around her before falling back on the bed, letting her lay on top of him.
They breathe heavily, taking a moment to recover, before y/n looks up at him. Harry smiles at her, stroking her hair back gently, before taking her chin and bringing her close for a kiss. "T-That was crazy.", she whispers. "I can't feel my legs."
Harry laughs, running his hand down her back. "I'm sure it'll be fine after a nice warm shower and a small nap."
"I do need a shower, but you might have to carry me inside."
"With pleasure.", he nods, and kisses her nose. "I love you, sunshine."
"I love you too, H.", she squeezes her arms around his waist. "You're perfect."
After a few minutes of laying down and catching their breath, Harry carries y/n to the shower, holding her under the warm water. He mumbles praises against her skin as he washes her, and she tangles her hands into his hair as she massages the shampoo into his locks. It was very relaxing.Â
So relaxing, that Harry let his mind wander. y/n kisses his chin, looking at him fondly as she continues to wash his hair.
"What's on your mind?", she asks, after a few minutes.
Harry turns the water back on, running his hands through his hair as he washed the shampoo out. "I was thinking about everything you told me. She's not dead, y/n."
"W-Who's not dead?", y/n asks, although she feared the answer.
"Reagen. She didn't die."
y/n felt like throwing up.
"They were in love. Love like you've never seen before. Harry would do anything and everything for her.", Romania's words ring in her ear. Reagen wasn't afraid of anything. She didn't have anyone. Harry was her world."
Maybe Harry was starting to remember things, and his mind didn't want to believe that his love was dead.
"H-Harry, I'm sorry but, Reagen is dead.", y/n says slowly, rubbing his arm. "Only you survived after that night-"
"-No.", Harry cuts her off, staring right into her eyes. "Reagen's alive, y/n. I don't know where she is, but I know that she's not dead. Things..they're coming back to me."
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WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE
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pairing: fem!reader x sabrina carpenter
summary: y/n is caught in a complicated relationship with singer sabrina carpenter, who picks her up for a late-night drive. despite knowing their connection often leads to heartbreak, y/n canât resist sabrina's allure. they share a passionate encounter, but y/n realizes they're stuck in a cycle of returning to each other. after their intense moment, y/n chooses to leave, aware that they will likely reunite again despite the pain.
warnings: toxic relationship dynamic, emotional manipulation, jealousy and heartbreak, light suggestive themes, intense romantic situations, mature themes.
w/c: 1.5k+
The clock on my phone reads midnight when I see her car pull up. No headlights, just like always. Itâs been a while since Iâve heard from her, but the second I see that familiar car in front of my house, itâs like no time has passed at all. The low hum of the engine fills the quiet street, and I feel that familiar pull in my chest.
Sabrina Carpenter.
I shouldnât be doing this. I know exactly where it leads. Itâs like weâre caught in this endless loop, spinning around each other with no clear destination in sight. But I canât help it. Every time she shows up, Iâm right back thereâright back to her.
I grab my jacket, throw on some shoes, and slip out the door as quietly as I can, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands are shaking as I climb into the passenger seat, and the second Iâm in, she looks at me with that James Dean daydream look in her eyes.
"Sabrina," I whisper, her name falling off my lips like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
She doesnât say anything. Just smirks, her lips curling up at the corners as she pushes her foot on the gas. The car lurches forward, and weâre off into the night, the wind whipping past the open windows. Thereâs something intoxicating about the way she drivesâreckless, dangerous, like sheâs tempting fate. And I canât help but feel the same.
Itâs always like this with her. This wild, untamed energy that pulls me in no matter how much I try to resist. I should tell her to leave, to stop showing up like this, to stop playing with my heart. But I canât. Because deep down, I know Iâll always say yes.
She glances over at me, her long hair slicked back, her white T-shirt glowing in the faint moonlight. "Youâve been quiet," she says, her voice low, barely audible over the sound of the engine.
"Itâs been a while," I murmur, my hands clutching my lap. Iâve missed her more than Iâd ever admit, and I can feel that weight in my chest growing heavier with every second weâre together.
"Yeah," she replies, like she doesnât have a care in the world. Like she hasnât spent the last few months drifting in and out of my life, pulling me close only to push me away when things get too real.
We donât talk much as she drives. The silence between us is thick with unsaid things, with all the questions Iâm too scared to ask. And then, suddenly, she takes a sharp turn, and I feel my stomach lurch as the car veers down a narrow road.
The road stretches on, twisting and turning through the darkness, and I can feel the tension building between us with every mile. Itâs like weâre heading toward somethingâsomething inevitable. And I know that when we get there, itâll either be paradise or itâll burn us both to the ground.
The car comes to a stop in front of her place, and she doesnât waste any time. She gets out, tossing her keys into her bag before disappearing inside, leaving the door open for me. I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing. I shouldnât go in. I should just turn around, walk away, and let this be the end.
But I donât.
I follow her inside, the warmth of her place wrapping around me like a blanket. She tosses her coat aside and turns to face me, her eyes dark, intense.
"I heard youâve been out with someone else," I blurt out, the words spilling from my mouth before I can stop them.
She doesnât deny it. Instead, she smirks, shrugging like itâs nothing. "What you heard is true."
My chest tightens at her words, the sting of jealousy cutting deep. I knew it. I always knew she wasnât mine. Not really. But hearing it out loud, it still hurts.
"But I canât stop thinking about you," she continues, her voice soft, almost apologetic. "You and I⊠weâre different."
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Iâve been there too, Sabrina. A few times."
She steps closer, her fingers brushing against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. "So why are we still here?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
And thatâs the question, isnât it? Why do we keep doing this? Why do we keep coming back to each other, even when we know itâs bound to crash and burn?
Because itâs like a drug. Sheâs like a drug. And no matter how much it hurts, no matter how many times we tear each other apart, I canât quit her.
She kisses me, and suddenly, all the questions, all the doubtsâthey disappear. Itâs like everything thatâs been building between us finally explodes, and all I can feel is her. Her hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer, her lips moving against mine with an urgency that makes my heart race.
She leads me to the couch, and before I know it, Iâm beneath her, her body pressed against mine as her hands slide under my shirt. My breath hitches as her lips move down my neck, and I feel that familiar rush of adrenaline, the one that always comes with her.
Itâs wild. Itâs reckless. Itâs exactly what I knew it would be.
And yet, I canât get enough.
Her touch is electric, igniting every nerve in my body as she whispers my name against my skin, her voice low, filled with that familiar mix of desire and danger. She knows exactly what sheâs doing, and she knows exactly how much I want it.
But this is how it always goes. We crash into each other, all heat and fire, and then we pull away, leaving nothing but ash in our wake.
When itâs over, weâre both breathing hard, tangled in each other, and I can feel the weight of everything pressing down on me. I know what comes next. Sheâll pull away. She always does.
And yet, as I lie there, my head resting on her chest, I canât help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.
"I donât know why I keep doing this," I whisper, more to myself than to her.
Sheâs silent for a moment, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on my arm. "Because you know we never go out of style," she says, a small smile tugging at her lips.
I laugh, even though I donât really feel like laughing. "Youâre impossible, you know that?"
She shrugs, her smile fading as she looks at me, her expression suddenly serious. "Youâre not like the others."
I raise an eyebrow, not sure if I believe her. "Really? Because it sure feels like I am."
"Youâre not," she insists, sitting up and looking me in the eye. "Itâs different with you. It always has been."
I donât know if I believe her. I want to. God, I want to so badly. But every time we do this, it feels like itâs just another round of the same game.
"You donât have to say that," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.
She reaches out, cupping my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her. "Iâm not saying it because I have to. Iâm saying it because itâs true."
I close my eyes, leaning into her touch, trying to hold onto this moment for as long as I can. Because I know, deep down, that it wonât last. It never does.
But for now, Iâll take what I can get.
We sit there in silence for a while, the weight of everything hanging between us. Eventually, she pulls away, standing up and walking over to the window, staring out into the night.
"I wish I could give you more," she says softly, her voice filled with regret.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. Me too."
She turns to face me, her eyes filled with something I canât quite place. "But you know⊠we always come back."
I nod, because sheâs right. We do. No matter how many times we crash, no matter how many times we burn, we always come back to each other.
And maybe thatâs just how itâs meant to be.
"I should go," I say, standing up and grabbing my jacket.
She watches me, her expression unreadable. "You donât have to."
I pause, my hand on the door handle, debating whether or not to stay. But I know how this ends. It always ends the same way.
"I do," I reply softly, giving her a small, sad smile.
She doesnât try to stop me, and I donât expect her to. As I step out into the cool night air, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
Itâs over. For now, at least.
But as I walk down the street, her words echo in my mind.
We always come back.
And I know, deep down, that itâs only a matter of time before we crash again.
#sabrina carpenter#sabrina carpenter x you#sabrina carpenter x reader#imagine#gxg#wlw#fanfic#masterlist#short and sweet#Spotify
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Genius - masterlist
Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader
Main masterlist
Summary: It was such a clichĂ©, a reunion she didnât expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldnât resist your pull.
Genius - All I Want - 3k
Genius (2) - Restless - 3.2k
Genius (3) - Own It - 4k
Genius (4) - Bittersuite - 3.5k
Genius (5) - Supermassive Black Hole - 4.3k
Genius (6) - Genius - 2.2k
Genius (7) - Can you Keep a Secret - 2.9k
Genius (8) - R U Mine - 2.5k
Genius (9) - Haven't Had Enough - 3.1k
Genius (10) - Simple - 2.6k
Genius (11) - I Love You - 3.2k
Genius (12 - Finale) - I'm Alive - 1.7k
Mad Love (Genius 7.5, smut) - 4.4k
Biker Girl (Genius 11.5, smut) - 1.5k
#cairo sweet x reader#cairo sweet#cairo sweet x female reader#cairo sweet x you#miller's girl#jenna ortega x reader#x reader#masterlist#x female reader
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Masterlist
Jobe Bellingham
losing bet
only yours
nsfw alphabet
a sweet christmas
a goal for you
beetween two brothers (jobe bellingham x reader x jude bellingham)
in your arms
more than friends
a "friendly" kiss mini series (complete): Part.1, Part.2, Part.3
she's mine
videogames
best friends see each other in need
decorate together
story "the rules of best friends" (complete) [masterlist]
christmas in New York
the Sweetness of Coming Home
#jobe bellingham x you#jobe bellingham smut#jobe bellingham x reader#jobe bellingham#judes hoeđ#smut imagine#p links#sweet story#sweet love#masterlist#jude bellingham smut#football fanfic#footballer fanfic#football imagine#football x reader#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#footballer x y/n#jude bellingham#football
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Sweet Dreams
Alexandria Sokolova spent 15 years with HYDRA, ever since her parents and brother were killed in front of her when she was 3. She was raised to be a soldier; an assassin. But now, faced with coming to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, she has to come to terms that there are people around her who don't want to hurt her, people who actually care about her.
But recognizing that is harder than it seems, especially with a teacher like Logan Howlett, who seems to care more about her than he lets on.
Just because she's currently safe from HYDRA's grasp now, doesn't mean she's safe forever.
pairing: Logan (X-Men) x Original Female Character (platonic relationship)
tags: angst, fluff, violence, injuries and blood, trauma, experimentation, torture, more tags to be added
Chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
#logan howlett#logan howlett x oc#logan howlett x original character#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x oc#wolverine x reader#masterlist#logan howlett x alexandria sokolova#sweet dreams#project reverie
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MASTERLIST
â JENNA ORTEGA
â un caffĂš macchiato, per favore : parte 1 parte 2 parte 3 parte 4 parte 5 parte 6 parte 7
â I hate you!: part 1 part 2
âsorry... : part 1 part 2 part 3
âBroken
âtoo late
miss ortega
is Emily here?
âI need you: part 1 part 2
â hotcake
âBOO
âfriends
âfight
âlorraine
â yellow
â finally
âmisunderstanding
âapocalypse
â lussuria : parte 1 parte 2 parte 3
- la principessa e la cacciatrice
-ROTTURA
â WEDNESDAY ADDAMS
â la maledizione di Addams part 2
âBABYDOLL
â the tour
âproposal
âforgetting something?
- coppia sconosciuta
âTU: parte 1 parte 2 parte 3 parte 4
âjealously: part 1 part 2
â surrender
â thoughtless sex
â please
â it's a date?
âCompletely mine
âthe ADDAMS'S TRAP
â happy birthday
âjust flirting
âearned it
âbeauty and the beast
âaddy
âwe cant be friends
â TARA CARPENTER
â Betrayal:
â Blood and love:
âThe Night we met
âused
âmake you mine
âstay with me
â VADA CAVELL
â tears: parte 1 parte 2
â Lorraine day
shut up
â MABEL
âlip balm
CAIRO SWEET
âstudy session: part 1 part 2
âąASTRID DEETZ
âil fantasma di Halloween : parte 1 parte 2
#masterlist#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday addams x reader#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x fem!reader#miércoles addams#wednesday x you#wednesday addams x you#masterlist <3#masterlist post#vada x reader#vada cavell x reader#vada cavell x you#vada cavell#vada cavell x y/n#vada cavell smut#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x female reader#tara carpenter smut#jenna marie ortega#wednesday addams#wednesday adams x reader#wednesday addams x female reader#mabel x reader#cairo sweet x reader
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BUNNY'S NAVIGATION
Welcome to my blog! It's so nice to have you here :) before i start, i hope you're having a good day/night/afternoon..
I'm agnieszka but you can call me bunny
my inbox is always open to any requests, messages, etc.. this is a safe space!! i don't judge here, i don't gossip - safe space for anyone intrested
I write for:
Hayden Christensen
Anakin Skywalker
Clayton Beresford
Sam Monroe
Scott Barringer
Darth Vader
Kurt
and much more!
Here's my masterlist if you're interested in work I write àž
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Join the rabbit family -> đȘ»,đ, đ, đ, đș
Take care,
Bunny
dividers by amazing @anitalenia
#anakin#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x female reader#anakin skywalker x you#anakin skywalker x reader#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker fanfiction#sweet ani <3#darth vader#star wars#dark!anakin#bunny's masterlist#masterlist#:haydennation
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Sweet on You, Chapter 3
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Story Summary: HERE
Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, Idiots to Lovers, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N
Word Count: ~1850
A/N: I had entirely too much fun writing the terms of Matt and Reader's contract, lol.
As always, if you'd like to be tagged in this or any of my other stories, please let me know!
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Thank God it's almost time to go, you thought to yourself as you began to get ready to leave work on Monday afternoon. Wish they'd hurry up and replace Roxy and Tabitha soon.
You had been one of three admin assistants until two months ago when Roxy, the junior admin who had told you about Sugar and Spice, had moved across the country for a job that would actually utilize her college degree, and Tabitha, a glorified intern with no administrative skills who you suspected had only been hired because one or more of the partners had thought she was hot, had gotten fired for showing up to work still wasted after a night of partying. Now you were on your own and doing the work of three people with no relief in sight.
From the moment you arrived at the office at 8 AM that morning until right then when it was time to leave you had been going non-stop. You had fielded phone calls, made appointments, arranged travel, greeted clients, fetched water and coffee, filed for permits, picked up lunch for all three partners from three different restaurants, ordered flowers for your actual boss's girlfriend's birthday, made copies, and printed and mailed invoices -- all with a smile on your face and without a word of thanks from anyone.Â
Needless to say, you were looking forward to a drink and a nice, pleasant dinner that you didn't have to prepare yourself and could actually sit down and eat rather than have to quickly inhale like you had had to do with the sandwich you had procured from the deli down the street for lunch.
At 5 PM on the dot you shut down your computer and unlocked your desk drawer to grab your purse.
You went to the bathroom to freshen up before poking your head into your boss's office. âHi, Mr. DiStefano, I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for the day.â
âOkay,â Mr. DiStefano replied without looking up from the floor plans he was studying.
You waited for a moment to see if he was going to say âthank you, have a great evening â -- or anything else for that matter -- but he didn't. âOkay then, see you tomorrow.â
You stopped by the other two partnersâ offices to let them know that you were leaving, receiving very much the same non-response from both.
You sighed as you left your office and headed towards Nelson, Murdock, and Page. You were feeling extremely unappreciated and underpaid, especially since you were now having to fill the admin assistant role for all 3 partners at once. Maybe it's time to start looking for another jobâŠ
You shook your head. You weren't going to even think about trying to find another job until after you got your mother's medical debt paid off. One thing at a time.
â--Yo, Matty, we hitting up Josie's tonight?â
Matt looked up and shook his head as Foggy stopped by his office. âActually, I can't. I have plans after work.â
Foggy gasped. âDo you have a date ?â
He poked his head out of Matt's office. â HEY KAREN, MATT HAS A DATE TONIGHT! â he yelled down the hall.
Matt sighed. Here we go. He was glad that you and he had already come up with a cover story on how you had met so he wouldn't have to think of one on the spot.
âSo, what's her name and how'd you meet her?â Foggy asked.
Matt said your name. âWe met at The Brew Towers on Saturday.â
âOoh, coffee shop meet-cute,â Karen gently teased as she joined him and Foggy in his office. âHow romantic.â
âYeah, tell us more,â Foggy added. âDid you spill your coffee on her? Accidentally grab each other's order? Brush hands across the condiment station?â
Matt chuckled. âActually, we struck up a conversation while we both were waiting in line to order and since it was busy and tables were scarce we decided to sit together. We hit it off, so I asked her to have dinner with me tonight.â
âSo where are you taking her?âÂ
âOkinawa.â
Foggy huffed out a laugh. âOoh, fancy.âÂ
Matt shrugged. âIt was close to the office.â
âWhat time are you meeting her there?â Karen asked.
Matt shook his head. âActually, she's meeting me here in about 10 minutes and we're going to walk over together.âÂ
âWell, I'm really happy for you and I hope everything works out with her.â
âYeah, same,â Foggy added. âIt's good to see you putting yourself out there again, buddy.â
Matt inwardly cringed. After everything he, Foggy, and Karen had been through he hated lying to them, especially when they seemed so genuinely happy for him. âThanks.â
âGuess it's just us at Josie's then, Kare. Let's go before she gets here -- Iâm sure Matt doesn't want to scare her away by introducing her to us too soon.â Foggy rapped his knuckles on Matt's desk. âI expect a full report on your date tomorrow morning, Matthew.â
Matt chuckled with a nod. âWill do. âNight, guys.â
He waited until Foggy and Karen had left before pulling up his and your contract and printing copies in both standard and Braille print.
A few minutes later he heard your footsteps approaching the office, so he walked out into the lobby to greet you.Â
âHi, Matt,â you said as you entered.
âHi,â Matt replied. âHow are you?â
âI'm good, and you?â
âI'm good too, thanks.â Matt gestured towards his office. âLet's go to my office.â
He led you down the hall to his private office. âHave a seat. Would you like something to drink? We have water, soda, tea, juiceâŠâ
âNo, I'm okay,â you said as you sat. âThank you though.â
Matt sat across from you. âAlrightâŠâ
He picked up the print copy of your contract and handed it to you. âHereâs the contract. I'll read through it, just let me know if you have any questions.â
âOkay.â
Matt cleared his throat and began to read. âMemorandum of Agreement. This memorandum of Agreement is made by and between Matthew M. Murdock andâŠâ
He could hear your quiet, steady breathing as you followed along. He had tried to make the contract as simple and straightforward as possible in order to protect both himself and you.
â...Shall provide the following obligations,â  he continued. âAccompany Matthew to lunch and/or dinner at minimum twice weekly. Accompany Matthew to business-related events as requested with minimum 72 hours prior notice. Accompany Matthew to non-business events as requested, dependent on availability.â
âWait, what does that last part mean?â you asked.
âJust that every once in a while I might ask you to do something with me that doesn't involve a sit-down meal,â Matt replied. âBut also that I'm not going to make you drop everything just to have a cup of coffee or take a walk with me.â
âOh, okay, that's fair.â You paused. âSorry, go ahead.â
Matt nodded. âIn exchange, Matthew shall provide the following obligations: Monthly stipend of $1,500 --â
âWait, wait,â you interrupted again. âWe only agreed on a thousand a month.â
Matt shrugged. âYeah, but I thought about it and decided that fifteen hundred was a more fair amount for your time.â Especially since you're using it to help your mother.
You sucked in a soft breath. âOh.â
Matt could tell you were torn between arguing with him and just accepting the higher amount and waited until you decided which path to take.Â
Finally, you sighed. âOkay.â
âOkay. âPayment for all outings and events, including but not limited to meals, beverages, gratuities, tickets, souvenirs, and gifts. In the event of a professional obligation, arrangement and payment for appropriate garments for said obligation. Accompaniment to requested events with minimum 72 hours prior notice, dependent on availability.â Matt paused. âI figure it's only fair in case you have a work event or something else you'd need a plus-one for.â
You huffed out a mirthless laugh. âEven though I have to plan and set them up I never get invited to actually attend any of DiStefano, Williams, and Abbottâs events, but that's good in case I ever do.â
Matt's brow furrowed at your slightly bitter tone. He'd have to find out more about your job. âAnyway, âConfidentiality: Each party shall treat as strictly confidential the nature of said Agreement as a result of entering into or performing duties outlined in this Agreementâ. â
âSnitches get stitches,â you quipped. âOr in this case, sued.â
Matt chuckled. âRelation of the Parties: The relationship between both parties is that of a platonic nature and of partners in a business transaction. No other nature of relationship is obligatory herewith.â
He continued on with the rest of the contract -- termination of the agreement (that either he or you could terminate the contract for any reason at any time with 30 days prior notice), remedies on default (that if one or both of you failed to perform your duties or otherwise broke a clause in the contract, the contract as a whole would be rendered null and void) and finally, amendments (that the contract could be amended at any time with the express written agreement of both you and Matt.)
âGovernance: This contract shall be governed by and construed in accordance with the laws of the State of New York,â Matt concluded. âSigned by both parties stated here within and effective as of date first written above.â
He tilted his head back up towards you. âEverything sound fair to you?â
You were silent for a moment. âYeah. Yeah, I think it's fair.â
âOkay then.â Matt handed you a pen and the second printed copy of the contract. âJust so we both have signed print copies.â
âOkay, yeah, no problem.â You signed your name on both copies of the contract. âAm I signing the Braille one too then?â
Matt nodded and handed you the Braille copy, quickly feeling the text below where your signature would go. âSign right above here.â
âOkay.â You quickly signed your name. âAll done.â
Matt signed his name on all three copies of the contract and set both his Braille and print copies into his desk drawer before locking it, then he folded your copy and put it into an envelope. âHere you go. Now that business is settled, how about we celebrate our new arrangement with some dinner?â
He heard you tuck your copy of the contract into your purse. âThat sounds wonderful,â you replied.
Matt stood. âShall we, then?â
He retrieved his coat from the coat rack and took his cane out of the inside pocket, then you both headed back towards the lobby.
Matt turned the lights off and opened the door for you. âAfter you.â
You stepped outside. âThank you.â
Matt followed you outside then locked the door behind the two of you. âThis way.â
You headed down the sidewalk to what Matt hoped was the first of many get-togethers, a comfortable silence between you.
#lotmf writes#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x female reader#matt murdock x you#Sweet on You Masterlist
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âœàŒïœ„Ëâșâ§Í day 11! yayayy! I blacked out for this one đ„”
wc: 2.2k cw: bondage, breeding ;) enjoy!! âœàŒïœ„Ëâșâ§Í
âShitâŠâ He sighs. Running a hand through his hair, the talons peeking out slightly. Theyâve been coming out and going back in all day, little pin pricks aching at his fingertips. Sensitive when he touches anything, pissing him off. Like he canât control it. Heâs been cooped up in his office all day.Â
âLyla. Update.â He demands in monotone, brow furrowed and focusing on the levels and charts on the holographic screen in front of him. The hovering pixels refresh as the levels increase and decrease. Numbers calculating. âTheyâre on their way back⊠just finishing some cleanup.â She replies. Hovering over his desk before settling, âleaningâ on a coffee mug from a few days ago. He hasnât done anything, hasnât eaten or drank anything since you left on that damn mission three days ago. He should have remembered. That this specific time would have him aching for you. And now youâve been gone. Itâs his own damn fault and heâs been beating himself up over it. Feeling heavy, feverish, angry. Heâs been tracking his levels every hour. Hormones and brain activity. Why must his warped genetics plague him in this way?
âLyla IâŠI thought the serum was supposed to helpâŠâ He sighs, brow twitching, eyes closing and pinching the bridge of his nose. âIt will⊠but you only took one dose. Itâll be more effective after a few more.â She replies. Watching him with a raised brow. His behavior.Â
He sighs again, a slight growl in the back of his throat. Pacing back and forth on his platform and crossing his beefy arms, like trapping his restless hands under them. Finally sitting down in his chair. His legs spread wide. Itâs the only way with the pressure in his loins. With the need to be released. Heâs in rut. As embarrassing as it is. And youâre not here. Itâs like the perfect storm.Â
âOh- just landedâŠâ Lyla chirps, popping up by him and displaying the portal chamber surveillance footage right in front of his face. Too close to his face, lighting his angry features up in a yellow glow. âLyla!â He growls, trying to grab at her pixelated form. His hand went right through. But his eyes finally land on your form. Walking through the main portal alongside some other spider people. The team he sent you with. Youâve just entered the building and he can already smell you. Your pheromones. Youâre floors and floors down and heâs already getting hard. The pressure in his suit tightening. âLyla. Go.âÂ
She giggles. Floating around, teasing him. Sheâs all too familiar with his behavior by now. She puts up with so much. âHave fun, bossmanâŠâ She snarks, her hologram dissipating in front of his frowny face. A huff of relief leaving him once sheâs gone. Leaving him alone. Waiting for you.Â
He groans. The ache. His cock hard and hurting for you. Glancing over his shoulder at the door. Not yet. His hands go down, cupping his erection, only to whine softly at the pain he inflicts. Just the smallest of touches and heâs keeling over in his desk chair. âAy⊠FuckâŠâ He sighs. Sharp canines biting down hard on his lip.
âHeyyyy!â Your voice breaks through the silence of his office. Your scent is stronger than ever when you push the door open. The stimulation goes straight to his dick, like itâs begging for your heat. Begging to be soothed in your slick warmth. Desperate to fill you up. To mate. To breed you.Â
âOh my god, you should have seen me out there⊠I was pretty good if I do say so myself⊠got the bad guy and all that. Even got a few common crooks while we were staking outâŠâ You explain, jumping up on his platform. Bringing the box of equipment to his desk and setting it down. Itâll need to be cleaned and assessed. Some pieces to be fixed before they go back in rotation.Â
His eyes darken. Watching you walk by. Heâs glad youâre back. Of course. He loves you. But his mind isnât on that right now. Right now heâs thinking about how good youâd look swollen and full of his babies. Full of his cock. Dripping with his potent seed.Â
âBen was a perfect alternative, he stepped in and really helped us out⊠Peter thought so tooâŠâ You keep going. Going over everything that happened over the past few days. âThatâs⊠goodâŠâ He manages to say. His voice low and hushed, a croak. Watching your back, your ass. Moving from behind the chair, standing a few feet behind you now. He swallows hard.Â
You glance up at his screens. He must have been busy as always. Keeping himself busy. Your hands slow down as you place machinery pieces on his desk from the mission supply. Spider senses tingling.Â
In a matter of seconds, heâs pressing up against you. His chest against your back and his nose burying in your hair, in your neck. Inhaling your scent. His hearing picks up on the rise in your heart rate. The way you react to him.Â
âMissed me, hm?â You hum, smiling and leaning into him.Â
âMore than you knowâŠâ He huffs. Pressing himself into your ass. Letting you feel just how needy he is. Your suspicions were correct. Itâs that time again. Your senses never let you down.Â
âThatâs good because I missed youâŠâ You whisper. Coaxing him. Leaning your head back on his shoulder. Letting him grind into your ass. Rubbing his erection into the soft plushness. And you hear the releases of breath from his lips, like heâs been pent up so long. âI love youâŠâ He whispers by your ear. One of his big hands wrapping around, splaying across your tummy, imagining himself burying deep, all the way to your womb.Â
âI love you tooâŠâ You canât help but smile, rubbing back against him, hearing the slight hiss at the back of his throat. âRemember thatâŠâ He hums, something of a warning. The words stir something inside you. And you know whatâs to come. This kind of fuck only comes once in a blue moon. Because normal Miguel would never allow himself to be so cruel.Â
âRemember.â He hums in your ear. Turning dials on his watch this whole time. Smashing the screen and your suit instantly retracts. The confrontation of the cold on your skin makes you shiver. Itâs too much for him. Your scent is stronger than ever. His dick leaking and crying to be inside you already. A strong hand on your back pushes you down to the desk. Tits smooshing and tummy contracting on the cold glass surface. A shiver and gasp filling your body. His hands work fast. White stringy webs leaving his wrists. Letting them bind and wrap around you. Working them around your torso, across your breasts. His webs, decorating your skin, wrapping you up. He wraps them around your wrists like ropes, only stronger, harder to break. Beautiful web designs scatter along your arms, wrapped around your body like a fly in a spiderâs web. Like youâre the spiderâs final meal. A loud thwip and heâs mounting webs on two opposite walls, letting it connect to your arms and spreading them wide. You canât escape, you can barely move. Hanging, dangling, ever so slightly. With only the desk under your belly for support. But then thereâs his hands.Â
His big warm hands, suddenly bare of his suit. His dark tanned skin, fingers running up your hips, down your ass and delivering a gentle smack. Making you whine. Your pussy aching for him at this point. And he can smell it. He can smell your slick, he can almost taste it in the air. Like a drug he knows by taste alone. Itâs taking all his willpower not to pound into you just yet. But the rut does not cloud his judgment to that extent. He could never forget that he loves you and would never dream of hurting you. Tying you up in his webs, thatâs a different story.Â
His hand wraps around, fingers running up your slit, parting your folds and collecting your slick on his fingers. Bring the fingertips to his mouth to wet them further, tasting you and groaning. âOh baby- fuck so good⊠so so goodâŠâ He mumbles, his hand going back down between your thighs and running along your slippery sex. His fingers teasing your hole before plunging inside. Making you shiver and shake. Pulling on the webs youâre restrained in. One finger, then two. Dripping down his fingers and onto the desk. His hormone levels are off the charts. His mind going crazy. Wanting to come. Wanting to spill his seed but needing it to be inside you. He wonât waste it. He needs to get you pregnant.
âOh Miguel!! Ah! Mm-nghâŠ!â His fingers work their magic, bringing you to glorious orgasm. Your juices dripping down his knuckles as you moan and whine. The webs straining and tensing under the pressure of your pull. Panting for breath, your knees pulling up and hitting against the edge of his desk. Bent over, tied up and needy for more.Â
When you come down from the high, his fingers pull free. Bringing his fingers to his lips. Heâs quiet. In a trance. Hazy and half gone and he hasnât even gotten to the good part yet. His eyes flutter and roll back at the taste of you on his tongue. Sucking on his fingers ravenously and you can only hear the sucking sounds mixed with his groans. Crimson eyes blowing wide, bashing his watch for his suit to disappear entirely. Instantly grinding his hard, pulsing dick along your puffy pussy. Teasing his tip around your entrance and sucking on his fingers like it soothes him. Pacifies his ache even a little bit.Â
âBaby- babe you want⊠I want- youâre so good, baby, taste so goodâŠâ He murmurs incoherently, whining. Pushing his cock through your folds, up to your clit, making your toes curl, knees drawing up. Wrapping your hands around the webs binding you. âNgh just take it all, okay? Iâll fill you up and-and⊠and⊠DiosâŠah, te amo tanto⊠no puedo vivir sin tiâŠâ He whimpers. The softness of your pussy against his needy tip makes him crumble. Keeling over and pressing his mouth to your shoulder. Massaging his dick through your slick. Savoring the feeling for a moment longer. âAy mamiâŠâÂ
He bites down on your shoulder. Using his fingers to guide his cock to your core and slipping in. His brain short circuiting at the tight wet pressure. âFuck!â He growls, instantly spurting hot white. His voice hoarse and needy. Grabbing your hips in the front and pushing in all the way to the hilt. Pushing you up the desk, the webs straining as your arms pull. His body practically mounting yours. Stretching you out on his girth in one go. Pulling a shrill cry from your lips, moaning at the warmth flooding your belly. âNgh-Miguel! OhhhhâŠ.â
âOh yesâŠâ He hisses. Finding relief in final release. Who gives a shit if he didnât get two pumps in before it happened. Heâll pump you with much more cum before the night is over. Â
He pulls back, drawing aching whimpers from your lips. Trying to soothe you with kisses to your shoulder blades, your neck. Collecting your hair into his hand and gently pulling back. Moaning as he does it. And he plunges back in, molding you around his cock. Slipping in easier with his cum loosening you up. âT-todo lo que siempre he necesitado, mamiâŠâ His sweet words make your heart flutter. His face tucking into your neck from behind as he pumps into you. Â
Moaning as he pulls back again and thrusts back in deep. Working up a rhythm, holding your hair back. His other hand wraps around to your clit, rubbing with tenderness in a stark contrast to his powerful pumps. Webs straining, the tension threatening to break the strands as you cry out for him. Legs shaking and trembling. His own moans are broken and hoarse. Full of need and desperation. All he can think of is filling you up. His cum, his DNA tainting you, mixing with yours. Making babies. Lots of them. The image of you full of his children makes him crazy. âYouâll be such a pretty mami, baby⊠so pretty, so so soâŠâ He pants. His hips slapping your ass with every push, like wild animals in the jungle. His spider half taking over completely. Your soft whimpering moans fill his ears. His words shooting right to your core, making your eyes roll back and gushing on him. Crying out for him and the webs snap! Your arms dropping and youâd fall flat on the desk if he didn't grab you in time. Pulling you to his chest, pumping into you even faster. Climbing up on the desk and kneeling down for leverage. Pushing your body down to arch for him. Pounding into you with unending power. Even after you come, he doesnât stop. Pulling one more trembling orgasm from you before heâs spurting once more. Filling you just like he promised. Finally stopping with a huff. His mind mostly gone but thereâs part of him left, just for you.Â
âYou okay, mama? Look at meâŠâ He whispers, turning you over gently. Admiring that look on your face. That fucked out smile. âTe amo⊠needa make sure it sticksâŠâÂ
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Sweet Like Honey Masterlist
Spicy side stories to A Bento for Kento and The Apple of His Eye!
Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!reader
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
cw: fluff and smut, established relationship, proper content warnings will be added per chapter
Summary: It all started with a bento. These are the intimate moments the two of you share together as you fall deeper in love with each other.
Author's Note: This has been complete on ao3 for almost a year, so I'm finally posting it here on tumblr! This is the first smut I ever wrote, so please be kind LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thanks so much for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.
Chapter 1: The First Time - Two weeks into dating Kento Nanami, the powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer and lover of bread, you visit his apartment for the first time. He cooks you dinner and the two of you have an important discussion. It's a night of many firsts.
Chapter 2: After I Love You - Two months, that's all it takes for you and Nanami to fall in love. After meeting your parents, you confess to each other and almost get carried away in your childhood bedroom. Later that night, the two of you continue what you started.
Chapter 3: First Vacation - Four months of dating the love of his life, Nanami plans your first vacation as a couple. You visit a hot springs resort, where things get really steamy, literally.
Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission. Thank you!
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You're on your period- Harry Styles Blurb
Word count: 1178
Synopsis: Periods really suck. But not so much when you have a sweet boyfriend to take care of you. (FLUFF!)
You felt like you were going to cry as you opened the freezer and saw that you were out of ice cream. You were looking forward to binge eating that ice cream and watching your favorite show when you get back from work. You had a particularly long day, or maybe you just felt like that because of the piercing pain from your period cramps and your hormones being all over the place.Â
You shut the door of the freezer with a sigh, dragging yourself to bed. You curled up, clutching your stomach as another bad wave of pain hits you. You forgot to take some pain meds when you were downstairs, and you were just too tired so you just layed there.Your boyfriend, who you now remember, had helped you finish the last of the ice cream when you had a movie night last week wasnât home yet, so you phoned him.
âHey baby! You back home?â, Harry answers and you pout, just wanting to crawl into his arms. âHarry..â
âWhatâs wrong, darling? Are you okay?â He doesnât like it when your voice isnât sounding peppy.
âNooo..â, you draw out, making Harry frown as he gets in his car, being done with the studio for the day. âWhy is that, baby? Anything I can help with?â
âWe ran out of ice cream..can you get some for me please?â, you ask softly, making Harryâs heart melt. He loved when you asked him to get things for you, even if it was something small.Â
âOf course, love. You arenât feeling too good, are you?â, he coos, joining the dots as he remembers the date. He keeps track of your periods too.Â
âNuh uh. Iâm having a war with my uterus right now.â, you tell him, making him chuckle softly. âI canât imagine what thatâs like. Anything else you need, baby? Stocked up for the week?â
You really have the sweetest boyfriend. âYeah, Iâm good. Just need you.â
âAw, Iâll be home soon, my love. You get some rest, yeah?â
You hummed, closing your eyes already. âLove you.â
âI love you too. Oh, what flavor did you want?â
âFlavor?â, you smirk, and Harry laughs. âThe ice cream flavor, silly.â
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Harry didnât just buy you ice cream. He got you your favorite packet of chips, some chocolate and some other snacks you liked. He kept it all in the kitchen and went upstairs to find you. You had dozed off while waiting for him, and he smiled as he took you in, walking to you quietly. He leaned down, gently brushing his fingers across your forehead, brushing away strands of your hair that fell onto your face.Â
He thought not to wake you up and just slide into bed so he could give you a cuddle, but he spotted a stain on your shorts that would leak into the sheets soon. He didnât mind, but he knew you would, so he gently kisses you awake with some kisses.Â
You wake up to his feather soft kisses on your skin, a contrast to your aching stomach. You open your eyes and Harry gives you a smile. âHowâre you doing, love?â
âNot good, it hurts.â, you mumble, sighing as he presses a kiss to your temple. âOh, baby. You wanna take a warm shower, maybe? Youâve uh, got a bit of blood on your shorts.â
Your eyes widened and you quickly looked down to your shorts and around the bed. âShit..Iâm sorry babe, I fell asleep and didnât realize-â
â-Hey, hey, itâs okay, sweetheart.â, he says, giving you his hand to help you out of bed. Thankfully, the blood hadnât seeped into your sheets yet. âSee, the sheets are fine. If it wasnât, Iâd change them, nothing to be sorry about.â, Harry tells you, and you smile softly, leaning to his side carefully, giving him a side hug.Â
âIâve got you some snacks too. After youâre feeling all fresh, we can cuddle up on the couch with a movie, hm?â
You nod, pressing your lips to his, giving him a kiss. âThat sounds good.â
Harry lets you take care of your business and shower. He also got changed and set up all the food with a movie, bringing your fuzzy blanket to the couch. He got your heating pad and your pain meds ready as well.
You slouched over downstairs in one of Harryâs shirts and another pair of your shorts, making him smile at how cute you looked. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you had no makeup on your face, but to him, you were gorgeous.
He opens his arms, and you fall into them, crawling onto his lap. âHow was your day?â
âGood, good. Got some recording done, but Iâll probably do the same part again tomorrow. I missed you.â, he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, holding you close to him with arm as he leans over to grab the pain meds. âHere, take these, love.â
You swallowed them down with the water he gave you and rested your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warmth.Â
While you tell him about your day, he slides the heating pad under your shirt to keep it over your tummy, before adjusting you on his lap and bringing the fuzzy blanket around you. One of his hands slips inside to rub your lower back in firm circles, with just the right amount of pressure, making you feel relaxed. When you told him about your ice cream craving, he immediately grabbed the tub and gave you the spoon so you can start digging in.Â
âThanks for all this, youâre the best.â You kiss him.Â
âOnly the best for you.â, he says, smiling as he watches you scoop some of the ice cream into your mouth and hum as the cold desert with the luscious chocolate hits just the right spots. âThat good, huh?â Harry laughs.
âYes! Here, Iâm willing to share.â, You fed him some too. âMm, thatâs good.â, he agrees. You watch the movie for some time.
âIs the pain going away?â, he asks, pressing kisses to your hair and you smile, kissing his jaw. One of his hands still stayed on your back, and the other was playing with your hair. âMhmm. You make it better.â
âIâm glad.â He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek. âHate to see my baby in pain.â You blush, looking up at your handsome boyfriend. âI really like you, you know?â
He scoffs out a laugh, pinching your cheek. âYou really like me? Give that ice cream back.â He moves his hand to your side, his fingertips dancing over your skin as he looks at with a glint in his eyes. He adores you.Â
You giggle, going to grab his hand as it threatens to tickle you. âCorrection! I really love you.â
âHm, you better.â Harry nudges his nose against your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You laugh, and he takes your chin, giving you a kiss. âCause I really love you too.â
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Spaghettiposts - Masterlist
just your friendly neighborhood noodle with a pen
- Request status: Closed (but you can still send some in!! I usually tend to do the ones that inspire me)
Characters I write for:
Wanda Maximoff
Tara Carpenter
Wednesday Addams
Cairo Sweet
Natasha Romanoff
More coming soonâŠ
| Wanda Maximoff
Oneshots:
Language Barriers | Fluff
Summary: In which you can't help but try to figure out what Wanda's been calling you in sokovian
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Snowmen & Kisses | Fluff, winter special
Summary: Making a snowman with Wanda leads to her mouth on yours.
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Through Thick and Thin | Sick fic, fluff, clingy witch, requested
Summary: âany chance of a fic where Y/N comes home to find Wanda sat on the sofa surrounded by tissues, shes all sniffly and is sneezing like 24/7. Y/N realise she has a pretty bad cold and takes care of her? Lots of fluff?â
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Secrets Out | Established Relationship, fluff, a hint of spice, Requested
Summary: âHi do fick like wanda (16/17 years) invites his girlfriend (reader) to komleksu avengers in the absence of the team but are caught (Avengers do not know that wanda has someone and ask for Clint in the role of slightly overprotective older brother / dad)â
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All Me | Tooth rotting fluff, sleepy cuddly gf Wanda supremacy, author fav fic
Summary: sharing a cute moment with wanda under the sheets
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Unspoken Truths | Unspoken Desires | Pregnancy fic, slight angst, fluff, friends to lovers, no powers au
Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but never once has she showed up at your doorstep in this state. Pregnant, alone, and hurt. You take her in and you both dive into the difficulties of pregnancy, and hiding feelings.
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An Outlaws Christmas | Cowboy au, established relationship, fluff, holiday special, many kisses.
Summary: Wandaâs father has never liked you, but that wonât stop you from delivering a special gift this season.
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Devotion | Kinda dark Wanda? sorta established relationship, hurt/comfort, slight themes of possessiveness, she ties you to a chair.
Summary: You could never escape Wanda, much less the Scarlet Witch. Even bound to a chair, you couldnât help but fall into her again. Your precious witch.
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Window Crashin' | Fluff, WandaNat, Oblivious reader, seriously you're dense af, tooth-rotting fluff.
Summary: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake youâve ever made.
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It's okay to need help | Hurt/comfort, angst, arguments, established relationships, wife wanda.
Summary: Snapping at your wife was the last thing you wanted to do, but between the pressures of financial disputes you do. You both seek to make things right.
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5 times you slept in places you shouldnât have + the 1 time Wanda dragged you with her | Fluff, too much fluff, slight feels angst, cuddling, buffoons in love, reader has sleeping issues and insecurities, hurt/comfort, author fav fic.
Summary: Youâve always had trouble sleeping, and Wandaâs always been there to see it.
| Tara Carpenter
Oneshots:
A Fools Love | Ghostface!Tara, murder, slight mentions of gore, fucked up but we love her still, fluff, hurt/comfort
Summary: You're a fool who falls in love with Tara Carpenter, a fool who's hopelessly devoted to her. No matter what.
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To Be Loved | Soft slow fluff, mentions of ghostface/attacks, injured arm, hurt/comfort, sweet love confessions, softness all around, established relationship, author fav fic
Summary: Youâve never known love, until Tara.
| Wednesday Addams
Oneshots:
Video Games | Fluff, established relationship, slightly ooc wednesday, mentions of death yk the usual.
Summary: Video games are a waste of time in Wednesdays opinion, being with you however is not.
| Cairo Sweet
Oneshots:
Picture to Burn | Angst, drinking, slight sexual content, friends to what the hell are we.
Summary: You should've known better than to fall for Cairo, your friend who seemed to have no interest in you, but it only takes one drink to mess things up and get you into her bed.
| Natasha Romanoff
Oneshots:
Window Crashin' | Fluff, WandaNat, Oblivious reader, seriously you're dense af, tooth-rotting fluff.
Summary: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake youâve ever made.
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