#Women w deep voices and hair and dicks included

[gaminegay]

At which point is it just horny posting vs the point where it's considered Weird

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere sex shit

Cw: fem reader, pregnancy risk, degradation, dubious consent for some, somnophillia, breeding, women with dicks, might be mildly misogynistic in arlecchino’s but idk if it really counts as that.

Characters included: Diluc, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Yelan, and Pantalone

“I can’t stop…” his voice was like a growl almost. You raised your head, your body felt sore as you took in the scenery and the position you had been forced in. You were on your side, leg hitched onto his shoulder.Diluc must’ve come home late while you were already asleep. The fact your nightgown had been hitched, your panties pushed aside, and your womb had been filled was enough to incriminate him yes. But it wasn’t like you could leave this olace anyways. As his pace resumed the chains on your hands clanked slightly. You hated how you still had to be chained to this day. You had been so good and yet his staff still doesn’t trust you. Or is it their way of offering you as a sacrifice to him, leaving you defenseless so he can have his way. Although initially you were numb to all pleasure, your mind sleepy snd still processing everything. You suddenly gasped as you felt him knock against your g-spot. Your arms thrashed, the chains clanked and jingled.

“You feel like so good.” He commented,”Haah… fuck If you squeeze me like that… oh… fuck.. shit I’m going to cum.” Your eyes widened as you looked down. Unable to communicate your concerns as you realized you had no form of birth control here. Nor was he wearing a condom. But it felt so good you didn’t want to stop deep down. The previous rounds sloshed inside yourself as you couldn’t help but spread your legs s little more. Your sensibility actively fucked out of you.

You just had to hope you weren’t ovulating

“Please~~~!” You whined. The vibrations of the toy inside had been edging you for so long now. Each time you would get close to release Arlecchino would pull it out making you squirm desperately. You had tried to escape recently, growing a bit paranoid after being here for so long against your will. But after what must’ve been hours of orgasm denial the torture session’ had turned you into what you would later regret. But currently you were dumb and horny and really just wanted to cum already.

“You haven’t earned it. Disobedient wives to be don’t try to escape in the middle of then night now do they? You’re a bad little fiancé and therefore you need be punished until you’re absolutely sorry.” She growled into your ear. You whined as she pulled it out once more.

“N-no no I’ll be good i promise! I promise I’ll be good!” You whined desperately. Your hips chased the toy to no avail. You heard her belt unbuckling. You looked down to see a rather impressive cock. You were to out of it to think about how she wasn’t reaching for a condom or any form of protection.

“You promise? As if that has any value.” She smacked your face with her cock. “Don’t just stare at it, be a good little whore for me and I’ll consider letting you cum.” You gulped but quickly pressed your lips to it as she quickly forced it in. Your sounds of surprise were muffled as she quickly settled her own pace.

“A useless little whore. Am i the first to defile this little mouth? Will I be the first to deflower you?~” she grasped your hair like a leash. Forcing you up and down until suddenly pulling out.

“W-wha-“ you whined as she suddenly flipped you over.

“I need to know how pure my beloved little fiancé is.” She responded with immediately sinking her cock into your pussy. You whined as you felt absolutely heavenly. Squirming as she established a brutal pace. “You’re tight, even after all that foreplay… fuck… i need to defile you, make you my whore and only mine. I’ll turn your body into my little cumdump!” You gagged from the ferocity of her thrusts. You tried to say something but it came out in stutters and mumbles. She seemed to understand it somehow. “You’re going to cum? Good. I want to feel you cum on my cock again and again until I fill your womb with my seed.”

“The Iudex is… currently in heat.. miss please do consider your position on your marital responsibilities!” The maids pleaded with you. The Iudex, the hydro dragon was currently in heat but hadn’t the heart to make you accompany him during it. You turned your head away. You could care less if your captor was suffering, it hardly would be as painful ad you felt just being here. “Please its been absolutely torrential rains!” The maids pleads ment nothing.

“I don’t care. Now where is that tea I ordered?” Normally you would be polite and respectful of service workers. But considering who they were working for and what their intentions were you really couldn’t give s fuck if you made them cry. What you didn’t know was in that tea they begrudgingly brought out was a aphrodisiac.

“My love… they said you weren’t feeling well…” His hands traced over your face. You didn’t really know where he came from just that he emerged from hiding to help you. You were certain those maids had some role in your current predicament, but also you were too horny to care. Your body felt firey and hot and you needed him more than ever. He opened his mouth to lick at your sweat as his hands reached down below your nightgown.

“Just… get it over with..” you whined, trying to maintain some defiance. It was humiliating sure but… oh you couldn’t help but fall apart as his finger entered inside. His cold hands making you clamp onto him tightly.

“So.. warm.. fuck.. you’re fertile too.. i can taste it in your sweat.” He purred. “I won’t be able to control myself. Please pardon me.”

“Ne-neu-neuvillette!” You whined as he slammed every inch of his cock into your sopping wet little cunt. His hands pinning you down as you squirmed mindlessly. All resistance long drawn out as you had been fingered through three orgasms until now. You were practically his little bitch now. Unable to think straight.

“You’re so tight for me… fuck I can’t… i need to breed you my love.” You gasped at his words but couldn’t respond as he started to fuck you at a brutal and unrelenting pace. His cock dragging against your insides only to slam back in. “So good for me. So good…” his whines turned you on more than you would like. But who could blame you when his cock was just so thick and reached all the right places, his voice bordered on a purr as you were held in a mating press unable to stop or resist as his cock bulldozed any thoughts out of your head. The aphrodisiac making you into a fine slut.

“Cum inside! Please!” You begged instinctively. Your body wishing to be fertilized and impregnated beyond your senses. You needed him in this moment more than anything.

“Fuck… can’t.. stop… ugh!” He groaned loudly as he came, his seed flooding your womb as you whined in release. He paused briefly before resuming his pace. “I’m going go knock you up, maybe then you’ll finally be a obedient little slut for me”

“You’re such a bad liar you know. I wonder what your god would think if she saw one of her top soldiers bouncing like this.” Yelan was simply smarter than you, a simple Fatui agent. But you really couldn’t resist. Her charisma was irresistible. Her voice itself was aphrodisiac that made you buck your hips.

Pantalone would no doubt be utterly disgusted if he saw you now. Although he’d likely be more disgusted that you were bottoming than your sexual orientation. But the chances of you ever returning now were low. You had a feeling this encounter would leave you in her grasp forever based on that possessive stare she held. “Fuck… you’re such a good slut. I don’t know how you haven’t been taken by that harbinger yet, although he already doesn’t have good tastes in fashion, he must’ve been blind to your true potential~”

“N-noooo… ah~”

“No? You aren’t a good slut? I beg to differ. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun interrogating any of the other agents before. You certainly are a catch.” She purred. You tensed up at the idea that your colleagues may have similarly found themselves in your position. “Don’t worry, you’re the first I’ve done this too. I just couldn’t resist the way your uniform looked on you. You’re always so well dressed. Maybe I should steal your clothes and send you back to him nude?”

“N-no!” You gasped, blushing more than you should’ve. She winced as you clenched on her.

“I’m only teasing now. I have absolutely no intentions of letting you go back at all.” She grinned like a cat as she suddenly held your hips down, forcing you to feel her deep inside. You flinched and squirmed. Desperately trying to get off or finish. “Look me in my eyes now.” You hesitated before eventually obliging. Your hands bound tightly in some artistic pattern behind, your legs sore and exhausted. You were used to the point of exhaustion, a normal sensation but not in the sexual sense. You thought if you could break your restraints now and gain some freedom you could make a escape now, you would just have to cover your torn tights that left your cunt exposed- “I know what you’re thinking. You’ve already tried to break those restraints and you haven’t succeeded yet. Why would you even want to go back anyways?” Her hands pushed your thighs so you were on your back, legs in the air, you tried to kick at her with what little sense and strength you had. But she grabbed it with amusement.

“I’m not letting you leave. I think of all those nick-knacks I’ve taken from that harbinger you’ve certainly been my favorite. I don’t care what he tries, you are going to be mine. Even if I have to melt your mind myself. I’ll happily train you to be a good little slut~”.

“I-i didn’t mean anything sir I was just trying to be polite to her!” You whined. You were simply his secretary. Used to handling and recieving guest when he was busy. Apparently Signora had a bone to pick with the Regrator, some drama you weren’t aware of and she decided to… make him jealous? You hadn’t even known of his feelings. Despite his smile he is hardly expressive minus when he’s angry. What were you supposed to do other than abide by her advances! She was a harbinger afterall!

“I don’t care about that. I don’t care if that manual didn’t specify or told you what. You are mine.” Pantalone was certainly pissed now. His eyes revealing a unnatural and omitting a possessive aura. You felt like a mouse in the clutches of a cat. You hadn’t even been stripped yet as he had simply thrown you onto his desk. He towered above you as his hand trailed up your skirt, which was now pushed up to expose you. “You are my secretary. And I swear if I have to lock you up in some room in my mansion I will gladly do so. I don’t care if some harbinger catches your fancy or whatever prior commitments you have. You will henceforth be considered mine both in mind and body.”

“I-I didn’t know that you considered me in su-AH!” You squeaked as he tore your tights. Those tights weren’t the fragile type either, special made and lined with thicker fabrics to help insulate in the typical blizzards you would encounter leaving the office.

“It doesn’t matter now…. You’re practically leaking right now. You tremble and shake but your body is as ripe as a peach. I wonder if you’ve dreamed of this scenario before…” his voice grew more assertive. “Or maybe you were thinking of that woman instead. Hoping she’d be the one to see this perhaps?”

“N-no! No sir!” You shivered. Your legs trembled as you were utterly lost on where to go from here. You couldn’t escape and you hadn’t ever fucked your boss before so this was a quite the adjustment. A shiver ran up your spine as you suddenly felt his lips latch onto your dripping cunt. Your hand reached to cover your face from embarrassment. Trying to stay still as if it wasn’t already to late. What made you even more embarrassed was the sounds he was making. The sensations and pleasure you felt was in your veins but the sounds of wet smacks and slurping could be heard potentially out of his office. You knew they hadn’t finished soundproofing it. Anyone passing by would hear it. Your hand suddenly was tugged away.

“Don’t muffle your sounds now. You were oh so chatty just a few seconds ago. So go on, scream, cry, beg I don’t care. The louder you are, then the better other people will hear you.”

“Bu-but that’s p-mmmmm!” You bit your lip as a finger suddenly entered. You didn’t even notice the rings had been removed.

“Go on. Let everyone in this building know your mine!” He growled as he began to finger you more aggressively. The tips of his fingers still clothed by his gloves, reached your g-spot making you yelp and squeal. “I’ll make sure you never go unmarked again. You aren’t going to leave this office or my presence until I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

[scarlettwitcher]

Daddy

Summary: Geralt allows Y/n to call him a nickname she hears and soon faces the consequences for it.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier

Word Count: 3,161

Warnings: fluff, tinsy bit of angst, mentions of abuse, sexual frustration(?), implied smut, this is basically just a crack fic, dom!Geralt, and daddy!geralt

Author’s Note: So this was a head cannon I shared with my girl @queenxxxsupreme and let’s just say I got her hooked on this imagine. I hope you guys like this, it really was just for fun. Also, send my girl some love for being the amazing beta she is. Love ya babe! I have a few WIPs that I won’t be able to release until next week because I have a wedding tomorrow and plans all day sunday so I hope y’all accept this in the meantime. Tag lists are open as are requests! As always, thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome! 

You shivered under the Witcher’s touch, the first kind feeling you’ve had in years, as he tried to comfort you after finding you alone in the forest. The vampire that caught you when you were young was sadistic to say the least. He really didn’t need you for your blood but you were his drug. Years passed after he snatched you away from your home but you lost count after the first year. The vampire trained you, turning you into his submissive blood bag. By the time you turned eighteen, you knew nothing of the outside world other than the vampire that had you under lock and key. 

It seemed like fate finally wanted to intervene when the vampire left you alone at his cabin. He left the dark home to get some supplies in town and left you alone. You took the risk to finally free yourself of your binds and run free from the prison you had lived in. You really didn’t get far before running into a very tall, and intimidating man which you found really odd considering you were in the middle of a forest. He had white hair and golden eyes that watched you with caution, almost as if you’d attack him at any moment. You began to fear for your life and you could only assume the man in front of you could tell by the way he slowly raised his hands in surrender towards you. Something about this man made you trust him just a bit as he got closer and grunted a greeting. “Are you alright miss?”

“I-I’m okay… I think.”

“Are you lost?”

“Not really… W-where am I?”

“You’re outside of Cintra.” You could only nod quietly as you looked around at the quiet forest. You really had no idea where you were. You suddenly felt a bit self-conscious under the strange man’s gaze, knowing you were covered in dirt and your clothes were torn, and dirty. You stood there awkwardly before clearing your throat. 

“Could you help me…..please? I just escaped the man that had me captive and I need some help.” Geralt took a deep breath as his eyes wandered around all of the trees he was surrounded with. He grunted, nodding once, as he helped you climb on his horse, holding the reins as he walked down a path. And that was the start of the wonderful adventure the two of you would embark for a few years. 

After Geralt found you in the woods, he took you in, cared for you. Within the first night, he helped you bathe since you were really weak and very malnourished. When Geralt saw your skin for the first time, he couldn’t help the surprise and concern that flooded his features. Your skin was sickly pale from never being in the sun. Your skin clung to your bones and you were covered with scars from head to toe. Most were whip scars while some were burns and others claw marks. After that first night, Geralt swore to himself to always protect you. He never knew why he felt such an intense need to care for you but he didn’t really want to think about it. 

After the first year of traveling with the Witcher, you were healthy. Your skin was glowing and you had gained enough meat on your bones, making you a plump little thing that most men couldn’t keep their eyes off: including Geralt. He never knew when his feelings grew stronger, when he started to love you. He never let it show, never wanting to risk his enemies using you against him and you stayed your oblivious self. 

“Geralt, please, can we stop at the next town for the night? I’m quite tired.” You whined quietly as you tugged on his pants as you walked next to him riding Roach. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, his lip quirking up slightly as he watched you pout up at him. You were very innocent but you knew that you could always win the Witcher over with your puppy eyes and soft pout. 

“But we’ve only been walking for a few hours, princess.” You huffed at the nickname, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of you. 

“Come on, Ger, it’s been a few days. Please?” You pouted harder, making the widest puppy dog eyes you could muster at him. Geralt chuckled as he saw you. He couldn’t help the feeling that was blooming inside of him, making him feel warm as he watched you. What he would give to just have you every which way he wanted you. 

“Okay, okay, well stop tonight.” You jumped gleefully as Geralt chuckled quietly. After walking for a few more hours, you encountered a rather large town. While Geralt stopped at a stable to leave Roach, you got rooms for the night. You watched Geralt make his way to the Tavern and knew to join him there when you were done. Once you had the room keys, you made your way to the tavern, passing the town’s brothel. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see him. He was gorgeous. Might even be Daddy.” Your brows furrowed as you heard some of the women speak. 

“The Witcher is your daddy now?“ 

“That hair, that body, and that ass. He could murder me and all I would say is, ‘thank you daddy.’” The girls laughed as they looked at the girl who was speaking with incredulous looks. You wondered if the Witcher had a new title along with all the other names he gained over the years. The girls noticed you walking by and hushed their conversation. You made your way to the tavern walking in, finding your companion at the table in the back. You quickly made your way over, dropping in the seat next to him, like you always did, as you grabbed his cup, taking a sip from the ale. Geralt watched you amused. You could never finish a full mug of Ale and would rather steal sips from Geralt’s, which he never minded. 

“Thanks for taking care of me all this time." 

Geralt knew you always felt like a burden and while he knew you weren’t, he couldn’t say it. He could see you wouldn’t believe it. So instead, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him for a side hug. You personally knew Geralt did not like public affection but when you needed it, he would give in just a little. That was your reassurance enough. Geralt took the mug of ale from you, taking a large sip as you smiled softly. "Thanks daddy." 

It took you a second to realize what happened as the Witcher beside you was coughing loudly. You looked at the table covered in ale and realized he had spit it all out and was now choking. You watched him with worry as he kept coughing, trying to compose himself. The rest of the tavern had gone silent to watch Geralt choke. Finally, after what felt like eternity, his cough had calmed down. He took a sip of what was left of the drink to calm his throat. He looked at you bewildered as you watched him with concern. 

"A-are you okay?" 

"Where did you learn that word?” You looked at him confused, wondering why he was asking you that. 

“I-i was walking past the brothel and a few girls called you daddy. I thought it was a nickname like White wolf… ” You started to feel embarrassed for using the word and you looked down at the table. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used it.” Geralt watched you intensely as he tried to figure out what to do. He wouldn’t deny the blood that rushed to his cock the moment you said the title. Why it turned him on was beyond him but the words coming from your lips would have him coming undone. He didn’t like how you felt ashamed and he sighed, giving in just a bit. 

“Don’t apologize dove. It’s.. okay. I don’t mind it, just took me by surprise.” Your head whipped up and a large smile painted your features as you jumped up into his arms, hugging him tightly. You licked your lips and whispered. 

“I’m glad you’re okay with it, daddy.” With that, you let go and moved to leave the tavern, leaving Geralt’s room key on the table as you sauntered off towards your own room, ready to sleep the night off. Geralt watched you dumbfounded as he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. He was fucked. 

A few months had passed since that night and you both continued on your travels. In one town that you stopped, you met a healer who was willing to teach you her tricks while you were in town. Geralt had a contract that would take at least a month. You were more than happy to learn how to patch up the big idiot you traveled with. One night you learned how to heal a deep wound with a simple spell and you were too excited, you wanted to tell Geralt. The moment he walked into your shared room, you pounced. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Guess what I learned today?” Geralt closed his eyes tightly as he took a second to will his feelings way. He knew if he didn’t, he’d jump you and fuck you into the floor until you were both covered in splinters. You noticed the way Geralt stiffened and moved closer poking his chest. His eyes snapped open, watching you with an intensity that had you bouncing on your heels. “I-i learned a spell today!" 

"Daddy, look at this dress. It’s so beautiful.”

“I found these flowers near the river. I thought you’d like them daddy." 

"You’re so brave, daddy. You saved them." 

"Daaadddy please." 

Geralt seemed grumpier and grumpier every day. Geralt should’ve known this was a bad idea. He was mad for letting himself think with his dick and not his head. You had stopped at a town for the night, since you were exhausted. Walking into a tavern for the night, you heard soft strumming and you would’ve recognized the voice everywhere. 

"Jask!” The Bard turned swiftly on his heels as he saw you and smiled widely. 

“Ah, is that the precious Y/n I see?” You giggled as you ran over hugging him tightly as you rested your head on his chest. “And the White Wolf! Tell me, darling, how you’ve managed to stay with him so long." 

"Jask, I can’t give away my secrets.” Jaskier laughed and nodded towards a table as you sat beside him, talking up a storm, telling him everything you had learned and all of the adventures you and Geralt had while the Witcher only watched the two of you amused. 

“So, of course, daddy walks into the tent, soaked in blood, getting everything else covered in blood and he-”

“Daddy?” Jaskier looked taken aback as his eyes drifted between you and Geralt but as his eyes remained on Geralt far longer than you, a smirk creeped on his features as he laughed. “Are you two-”

“No.” Geralt’s thick voice penetrated the air for the first time that night. 

“Oh, Jask! It’s one of his nicknames. He said it was okay for me to use it.”

“One of his nicknames you say? Who used it darling?" 

"Some woman at a brothel.” Jaskier couldn’t contain his laughter as he smiled smugly at Geralt who was looking at everything except the Bard. The color in his cheeks draining a big. Jaskier could’ve sworn he even looked nervous. 

“Well, darling, you be you. Isn’t that right,” Jaskier looked at Geralt with an evil glint in his eyes as he licked his lips. “Daddy?” Geralt’s eyes snapped up to Jaskier, glaring at the Bard. He was about to speak when he heard you softly yawn beside Jaskier. You stood and bid your good nights to the men as you made your way to the room you had booked for the night. Geralt decided to join you, knowing he didn’t want to be alone with Jaskier even for a second. Jaskier knew he had to join the two of you on your travels and decided to spend the night in your room, knowing he could sleep in your bed with you comfortably. Soon the night passed, and after the break of dawn you were on the road again. 

After a week on the road, Geralt heard of a possible contract and you all made way towards the town. Since it was a good few days of travel, the three of you took camp in the forest. You had bought a new dress and had worn it that day. You were in your tent having difficulty taking it off. “Daddy, can you help me?”

Geralt looked up from where he was sitting, staring at your tent. Jaskier couldn’t help himself as he watched Geralt almost leap at your voice. “Yeah daddy, go help her." 

"Shut up bard.”

“Awe daddy don’t be rude.” Geralt growled at him as he made his way to your tent. He entered and looked at your back. You were holding your hair up with one hand as your other one was trying to reach for the ties on the back of your dress. 

“Hey daddy, can you help me untie this?” Geralt took a deep breath as he walked towards you, looking over you like a giant tree. He reached towards the dress cautiously, letting his fingers skim over the material before slowly undoing the ties, your skin exposing more and more after every tie. The last tie ended at your lower back, just over your hips. You hummed softly as he helped you. “Thank you daddy.”

Geralt swallowed thickly as he felt himself harden, just like every time he did when he heard you use the name on him. Truth was, he absolutely adored the way you called him daddy, and he’d often go to sleep with dreams of being buried deep inside of you as you moaned the title in his ear, telling him to go harder. Geralt, too lost in his thoughts, didn’t realize he had dragged his fingers down your soft skin, relishing on the way you felt. He felt the goosebumps that littered your skin and that broke him from his lust clouded dreams. He pulled his hand back like you had burned him and disappeared from your tent in the next second. You didn’t have a chance to turn and look at him before he was gone. You couldn’t deny that you loved the way he touched your skin. You couldn’t deny the recent feelings you had for the older man and the way he made you have butterflies in your stomach. 

Jaskier watched as Geralt left your tent in haste and strummed his lute. “Didn’t go well daddy?" 

"Jaskier, I will beat you.”

“Oh no daddy. Don’t hurt me.” Geralt walked off, needing to cool down, feeling all of his pent up emotions at the tip of his tongue and cock. He was so sexually frustrated and he could only accept the fact that you were the only one who could satisfy him. He pounded his way through brothels but nothing could quite get him like you did. Your voice, your touch, the name. The stupid name. 

After settling the next night into the town with the contract, Geralt disappeared, deciding that taking his frustrations on the monster was better. The monster was no match for the pent up, sexually frustrated Witcher, going down within the minute. 

“You know, I feel like I should tell you. ‘Daddy’ isn’t one of Geralt’s names.”

“What do you mean?” You looked up from the plate of food you were inhaling at the tavern you had stopped at to eat. 

“It’s not like White Wolf. It’s more of a pet name of sorts. Like when you sleep with someone. If they like it, you use it. In this case, daddy is quite kink- darling you okay?” Jaskier watched as the blood drained from your face at his confession. You had been using a sex pet name for almost a year. Jaskier could only figure out what was going through your head as he chuckled to himself. “If he didn’t have any feelings towards you, he wouldn’t have let you use it.” You nodded quietly in understanding. You had to find out. You stood up abruptly making your way to the inn you were staying at. You didn’t know what you were going to say or even do. You just knew you had to see him. 

Barging into his room, Geralt stood with his back to you, shirtless. You licked your lips and willed your thoughts away as he only turned his head to look at you. He turned fully and watched as you stood there, looking pale and bewildered. “Dove?”

“Why do you let me call you daddy?” Geralt took a second and sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor before grunting quietly. He moved to sit on the bed as he motioned you towards him. You slowly moved in between his legs as you watched him. Even sitting he was taller than you. He grabbed your wrist pulling you into him, almost close to straddling him at this point. He cupped your cheek making you watch him. 

“Because I like the way you say it. I like the way it makes me feel." 

"But.. I- but.. " 

"I’m sorry if you feel tricked.”

“It’s not that.. It’s just, well the other day in the market, I wanted to thank the salesman for an apple he gave me and when I used the name on him, his wife threw an apple at m-” Before you could finish, Geralt growled lowly from his chest as he stopped and stood, gripping your arms tightly but not enough to hurt you as he towered over you. 

“You will not use that name with anyone else, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Good girl.” Geralt sat back down, pulling you with him, keeping you between his legs as he cupped your chin, making you look at him. “Love, I’ve tried holding back. You’re too pure for a man like me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. But you make me selfish. You make me crave like I’ve never before.” He leaned in his dragging his nose against your neck as you shuddered softly under his touch. He pressed a soft kiss against your neck as you shivered. “Say you do too.”

“Daddy… I’ve been yours since the day I met you.” It was like a the hold that contained Geralt’s need snapped, and everything came flooding in. He pulled you into his hold before throwing you on the bed, crawling over you, filling all of your senses that was him. 

“Good, because you belong to daddy, baby girl.”

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Could you possibly write a frank x female reader who is fairly androgynous. Like really short hair who mostly wears sweats and crappy shirts. Im tired of reading so many Uber feminine reader fits. Hard to relate. Thank you!

Thanks for your request! This is actually my first time writing a requested fic, so be warned.

Note :Since I can actually relate a lot to your request, as I myself often wear stuff that isn’t really feminine , and occasionally shop in the guys section. (funny how xs for women and xl for men fits me the same, seriously sizes are confusing af. ) I corrected this at 1 A.M. so be warned

Warnings: grapic descriptions of violence and language

Pairing: frank castle x reader

Anyways here a little summary: I decided to go with Frank from season 1 episode 1 aka Construction worker Frank. The female reader is a co worker of Frank, and those bullies at the construction who bullied Frank (calling him a gimp etc.) are occasionally picking on her too. She actually thinks Frank is alright , but doesn’t try to pry to much so she just keeps a safe distance. Frank Frank kinda likes her too, you’ll see.

It had been three months since you started working here and had completed your apprenticeship. You quickly figured out that you were the only female on this construction site. That didn’t bother you though, as long as you could do your job , you were fine. There were some things that annoyed you though, on this particular site were a lot of douchebags, some were bullying everyone that didn’t fit in, which included you and some guy that didn’t play well with others, and of course there were guys that couldn’t stop commenting on your figure , even though you wore the same work clothes as them, since they didn’t have any of them fit for women they were pretty baggy on you, but you never were one to put much effort into dressing feminine . That didn’t matter apparently. You didn’t let them bring you down though, if someone commented on your appearance or mocked the way you behaved you were sure to give them a hard time.

Today a new worker was joining the construction team. You hadn’t really been introduced yet; the bullies usually beat you to it. As always, they were showing the new guy around, making him familiar with the site. You went ahead to go do your todays task, you had been assigned to work with Pete, so you made your way up to his workplace. As you arrived the guys that were showing the new guy around were picking on Pete. One was poking him in the chest, calling him a “gimp”. Pete didn’t react though, just staring at the guy and then turning his back. They seemed to lose interest and moved on.

“I hate those assholes.” You muttered passing Pete and putting your gear on the ground next to you. Pete just gave you a wordless shrug as answer and picked up his hammer. From there on you two worked silently next to each other, until it was time for lunch.

You were just unpacking your lunch when you heard some guys talking about a gig , to make some fast money ,illegally apparently. Pete must have heard it too, because he was looking a lot grumpier than usual. Just as you wanted to say something one of the guys that had been talking started to walk towards Pete bellowing in his face that he was intruding. When the guy started stomping on Pete’s lunch, you had had enough of it. You knew that Pete could take care of himself, he was more that capable of that , but you just couldn’t let it stand that those guys were treating another human being like that.

” Hey dirtbag, I am here too , he isn’t the only one that heard you talking bout your fucking illegal business! Maybe you’re just too damn stupid to realize it but that ain´t exactly the stuff to talk about at your workplace with your coworkers around!” You bellowed in his face.

“What did you just say you fucking bitch?!” The dirtbag shouted at you.

“Your dick may be small, that’s okey , but don’t let your frustration at your inability to get laid out on other people!” You countered in a mocking tone.

Well you didn’t expect to hear Pete chuckle, and you certainly didn’t expect your coworker to smack you in the face. You saw stars for a moment , but then you recovered quickly to land a precise punch on his nose. In your peripheral you could see his friends emerging, and started to brace yourself for a real fight. Two guys were advancing you, when Pete suddenly pulled you behind him. While he was busy with those two you had to go against the guy that had started it all, he had picked up a sledgehammer and was trying to hit you with it. Seeing the hole in the wall it had produced next to you, you quickly started to get real nervous , you hastily picked up a metal bar that was lying beside you. It was clear by now that these guys were trying to kill you, and apparently Pete too. While you had been dodging the one guy , Pete had at least killed one guy and knocked two others out, one of them not wanting to stay down it seemed. You had heard shots too, apparently someone had pulled a gun , but Pete had quickly gotten a hold of it and killed them.

With a loud crash the hammer collided with the bar you were using to defend yourself with. Slowly you began to think that you might not make it out of here alive.

All of a sudden Pete appeared behind your assailant and grabbed a hold of the hammer. He smashed it into the guys skull , he fell down immediately. His lifeless form now decorating the ground with his blood. You looked up at Pete a shocked expression plastered on your face. He just growled:” You don’t fucking hit a woman.”

You wanted to say something when you noticed another guy aiming his gun at Pete. Pushing Pete out of the way you quickly charged at the man effectively knocking the gun out of his hand. It clattered to the floor, and before you could reach for it, Pete had it aimed at the guy and shot him straight in the head.

It was sickening the stench of blood everywhere, but your focus was on Pete , or maybe you should call him Frank.

You hadn’t been sure at first but his little massacre just now had confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed the punisher.

“We need to go,” was all he said before gripping your hand and pulling you with him. Wordlessly you followed him down the stairs.

When you arrived at the yard you said:” W-We can take my c-car.” Given that you were in shock you just handed him the keys to your black chevy truck.

Apparently there were no witnesses, since it had been around lunch there hadn’t been anyone else on the site at the time it happened. Since you two were missing , you were a suspect. So you stayed with Frank for a while.

It had been more than a while since the incident, and you and Frank were sitting at a diner talking. “I talked to a friend, and he said he can help you.Gget you a new identity, you could start over.” Frank suggested in a hushed voice. “We have been over this , I don’t want a new start.But if you don’t want me to stay with you anymore that’s fine.” You mumbled. Looking into his eyes , searching for something unknown. Franks response was a little agitated , he grabbed your hand that was laying on the table next to his. Squeezing it he mumbled: “That is not what I am saying, I just want you to have a choice.” You wanted to say something when the waitress called to you saying there was someone on thenphone for Frank.

It had been an awful couple of days, Frank and you both had tried to find out as much as you could about this Micro guy. Frank had cut off his beard and gotten a buzz cut, which you didn’t mind one bit by the way. You had had to change you appearance too, cutting off your hair till it was just below your ears and dying it black. You had just finished rubbing it dry with a towel and were putting on your cargo pants, Frank had the same ones just a few sizes bigger, when he walked in and looked at you :”You know you can still back out now, you don’t have to do this for me, we have no idea who this guy even is.” He tried to convince you.

“I told you already , I will not let you do this alone, I have your back. Besides if we are right then he is just some nerd guy that wants to get back to his family.” You walked towards him. He looked at you like he was in deep thought before he said, cupping your face with his hands:” You stay behind me , and remember what we talked about. If you get hurt I don’t know what I will do.”

It was the first time he admitted that you meant something to him. You got on your tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek instead of his lips , as you didn’t want to overstep anything. But he wouldn’t have it, leaning in he pulled you towards him once more , kissing you gently on the lips. You leaned into it trying to hold in the moan that eventually escaped your lips. You both parted panting and looking at each other.

“You want this?” He asked hastily while his hand squeezed your hip. “Yes , yes I do.“ You panted, just before he pulled you in again , crushing his lips to yours.

You barely made it to the bed.

Micro would have to wait.

[octalove]

IX: Bullets (And Other Things That Don’t Go Back)

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Reader and Jason are out for revenge- it doesn’t go as planned. Previous.

TW: Description of gore!!! Seriously.

This was the Bowery. Darkness became blackness here; the shadows were mountains too steep to be climbed. Each clinical electric light on the Estate didn’t seem to make a dent in the depth of them. The air was suffocating, smelling of smoke and sewage. I knew what kind of people were tucked within it; a nest of hornets. The kind of people who kill women in their homes- their beds.

The kind of people who killed my parents.

Jason was beside me, helmet yet to be pulled on as we watched from the shadows, taking in the composition of the place. His warmth and sturdy presence was reassuring; I felt nervous, and I knew why. This was personal.

At the heart of this hornet’s nest was Adriano Cliffs. He’d successfully broken up the families and rekindled a war, blaming the Pellegrinos- Kane Pellegrino specifically- for Penelope’s death. With no marriage, the families were once again enemies and competitors, and pointing the finger at Penelope’s husband was the salt in the wound that finally spurred Olivier D’amici.

Jason told me that she signed Cliffs’ deal at her granddaughter’s funeral.

He was here, tonight. The old Estate was bought with D’amici money, and inside were a dozen armed men on the D’amici payroll. Drug packaging, maybe. I wasn’t too concerned with the particular crimes taking place at the Estate; there was only one crime I wanted revenge for.

The objective was simple; find Cliffs. Whatever Red Hood did thereafter, I wouldn’t stop him. Cliffs had no children, no family. Nothing but his depraved ambitions, and as far as I was concerned, the world was better off without them.

The inside of the Estate was something out of ancient Greece. White marble floors and limestone Corinthian pillars- including a Greek-style statue in the center of the large foyer. It depicted a dramatically-posed bearded man who appeared to be reaching skyward, with the direction of his upturned eyes, a cloth swirling around his form by grace non-existent wind; ever-frozen in time.

On either side of the grandiose room were large, winding stair cases leading to a second floor with intricate railing. It was the kind of house that was built before the Bowery fell to crime and poverty. Even in the dark, with all the boxes, crates, and plastic-covered furniture, the house was a work of art.

We could hear voices carrying from back rooms and hallways, as laymen busied themselves with packing the crates with who-the-hell-knows.

Red Hood was incredibly quiet for the two-hundred pounds he was. He fell into shadows seamlessly, so still you couldn’t see the motion of his drawing breath. We moved together, common tongue of small nods, and barely perceptible hand signals. Slow movements.

Toe to heel. Steady breath. Nice and easy.

Red gave me a slight head tilt, and headed for the East wing, while I crept down the main hall. A stark, stand-alone light was in the enormous living area, illuminating some internal construction- remodeling of some kind. There was paint, ladders, and tools strewn about. I moved forward cautiously, inspecting the many corridors that the living room made way for. The narrow hallway was nearly pitch black, but I heard voices from behind a couple of the closed doors. Hushed, urgent. I pressed my ear to one.

“...What’d he say?”

“Dunno. Somethin’ bout how Cliffs got some guys want him dead for this.”

“For what? Workin’ wit the old lady?”

“Nah, not that... says Cliffs was the one who bumped off the granddaughter.”

I strained to hear them more clearly, my ear and hands pressed to the cool wood.

“Hey!”

I whipped around just as two men rushed toward me in the dark hallway. I stood, and charged them before they could draw their weapons, hitting one in the temple, and kicking the other one into the wall with concentrated force.

I turned back around just in time to see the two men I’d been eavesdropping on bursting from their room, pistols raised. I ducked as one fired a shot- one that rang like an alarm and echoed off the marble and limestone.

So much for quiet.

I slid low, and swept my leg beneath the shooter, knocking him to the ground, then delivered a left jab to the throat of the other. It was too late- I had the attention of the entire mansion now- hearing shouting and footsteps coming from all directions. As three more men appeared from the corridor, I darted back into the open living room.

More gunshots came from behind me, and a reflexive cry escaped my mouth, as I rushed for some form of cover in the nearby structures. I ducked behind an old drywall just as spray of bullets cascaded along it.

Something grazed my right cheek, and I knew the laceration was there even before I felt it. I drew a sharp breath, back pressed against the wall.

Something that sounded like voices, shouting, could be heard outside. Gun flashes ripped through my peripheral vision, hitting the man that was firing on me, who recoiled and made a disgustingly grim sound as he fell.

The wound on my face stung with ruthless irritation. My hand moved absentmindedly to cover the flesh and keep it together, but I felt the immediate fervid heat of cascading blood flood onto my palm, and through the spaces in between my fingers. It had to be deep.

“Fuck,” I whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck!” I pulled myself from my hiding place as a goon ducked behind it, not having enough time to notice me before I delivered a mean right hook.

My knuckles hurt upon the impact, but then, my whole body ached, making it hard to tell. Lines of pain blurred. It frustrated me that I felt helpless. Floundering in what was sure to be a terrifying and inglorious death, full of bullets, to become another corpse for a team of men to find and send back to the City Morgue. Burned in a cremator and reduced to nothing.

The sensation of my own blood pouring over my arm made me panic. There was so much of it, and it was so thick, and hot. I listened for more adversaries, light-headed from the loss, and the adrenaline.

As I pulled myself back into the fray, I halted in the open room, just in time to find myself eye level with a gun, staring down the barrel like my own funeral.

My gaze trailed from the gun, along the arm of my assailant, and settled on the familiar face I’d been inches from at the D’amici party.

The last time I’d been this close to him was when I was afraid I was going to make him spill his wine. His blue eyes were hard and full of hate. My stomach dropped, because I knew it was the last thing Penelope ever saw.

I was going to die.

I held my breath, closed my eyes.

But nothing came. There was a thud, and a cracking noise. As I opened my eyes, he was on the ground, and Red Hood was standing over him.

“Wrong fucking move, Cliffs.”

Irately, he kicked his stomach. Twice. Then, he circled, swung low and grabbed Cliffs by his hair. He made a struggling sound and tried to grasp at Red’s armored wrists, to no avail.

“You wanna put a bullet in another girl, that it?” His voice was full of unraveled anger as he dragged Cliffs. Dropping him forcefully, then picking him up again.

“You picked-“ He slammed Cliff’s head into a marble pillar. The sound was soft, but I flinched, and then shrunk under the sound of Cliff’s agonized cry.

“The wrong-“ He slammed it again.

“Fucking-“ Again.

“One.“ Again. The last blow was a wet, squelching sound as all the flesh had broken away, revealing the skull beneath. When his body finally crumpled lifelessly, a torrent of blood followed, flooding across the marble. His face was featureless- pieces of broken skull fragments indistinguishable from the teeth jutting out in all directions, flesh and hair melding with the blood. My eyes were glued to it.

I let out a shuddering exhale; a breath I’d been holding since the barrage began. I hadn’t even realized I’d sunken to the floor until I felt the cold marble beneath my hands, steadying me.

Red Hood leaned back in a tired way, catching his breath, before turning on me. I was sure for a moment I looked afraid. He gave no indication that he noticed.

“Can you walk?” His voice was harsh, jolting me back to a reality I didn’t know if I wanted to face. Automatically, I nodded.

He knelt down, his leather glove tipping my chin as he surveyed my face.

“Who shot you?”

“I... I don’t know..” I breathed. My mind was still catching up, reckoning with the fact that I was alive. “He’s dead.” I added.

Satisfied with that conclusion, Red turned his wrathful gaze on the back door, where some echoing gunshots could still be heard.

He stood, and pulled me to my feet as well. I only swayed a little, before I composed myself with some desperate sort of intrinsic resolve.

Pull yourself together. You’re Batgirl, for God’s sake.

He held up a gloved hand as we reached the exit, scanning the darkness. Then, together, we paced into the open night.

I wanted it to be over. I wanted to run, so I moved quickly over the concrete patio. There was a small garden in the back- dead trees and bare bushes from the harshness of winter’s height. The chill of which pricked my skin.

Suddenly, Jason grabbed my arm, pulling me to a halt. He tugged my body closer with ease, muscles tight with tension. He surveyed the dark garden, and as I followed his gaze, only then did I notice the silhouetted figure at the back gate.

I was petrified. I crouched, and knew my mask and hood covered my face, but I felt utterly visible. Luckily, Nightwing seemed more interested in Red Hood, who stood there, equal opposite to him, looking like a pissed snake about to strike. I believed it. I’d just seen it. Very abruptly, the tides of my fear shifted- so much so that the pain in my cheek dulled to a lulling ache. I was afraid for Dick.

“Jason,” Nightwing said. It was an odd thing; I knew that everyone knew who he was, but all this time it felt like my knowledge. My secret. My Jason. Now, night and day were crashing into one another, and my illusion was wavering. It was all wavering.

“Jason, I’m sorry. What happened to you- I’m so, so sorry.” The emotion in his voice made my chest hurt. “But you can’t keep doing this. Just talk to us. I miss you, little brother.”

Looking at him, I knew Red Hood was all static; charged up and willing to take out the aggression on the nearest medium of opposition. Nightwing may as well have been talking down a brick wall.

“If you don’t move, brother,” Red’s robotic drag was a sneering mockery and an earnest threat all at once. “I’ll move you.”

I was cemented to the darkness that concealed me, and still reckoning with my wounds, I didn’t know if I could help in a fight. I wasn’t sure who I would fight. Nightwing drew closer, his footfall against the garden’s gravel and the rustling wind were loud in my still-ringing ears. Red shifted his weight, blood-coated hands hovering above his holstered guns.

I stood, slowly. What the hell kind of Batgirl was I if I watched them tear each other apart?

But then, I wasn’t Batgirl, was I? Tonight, I wasn’t the hero. Under all the blood and black clothing, I was just me.

I reached out, my hands grasping at the hem of Red’s jacket sleeve, holding the leather tightly, like if I let go, the night sky would fall from where it hung above us. I pulled softly, a wordless plea, tugging him away from the jaws of a fight, wherein no victory lie- not for anyone.

He stood firmly, and drew his gun. In the time it takes to blink, he fired a shot at a goon who was emerging from the house’s back door. Nightwing and I both jumped, and then he looked back and forth between Red and the man’s body.

After a second more of resistance, Red resigned, turning to usher me into the steep shadows. Nightwing didn’t give chase in favor of trying to save the man’s life-if he could- and we peeled away into the dark.

*

“Jesus. Fuck... fuck.” I was shaking. Muscles trembling from the adrenaline and heart racing from our near-miss with Nightwing, and the way Cliffs’ eyes and blood vessels and skull looked smas-

“Hey. Easy.” My hands were in Jason’s. I must have missed when he shed his helmet, gloves and jacket as we entered his safe house. His skin was warm, his hands still as death. “Easy, little bird.” His eyes were so dark and deep, they looked like the grim, black waters of Gotham River. It was impossible to identify the multitude of emotion that lay swallowed below his torrent gaze. Concern, apathy, vigor, anger, all of it. More, that I couldn’t begin to understand. It wasn’t fair.

“Sit down.” He said. I did, pulling my gaze from his and effectively breaking the spell. He inspected the bullet graze on my cheek, the skin dark with blood.

“I’ll get some gauze.” He muttered, turning away. I focused on my breathing as he pulled off his holsters and set them with a loud clatter on a metal desk he had. He sighed.

“Damn. I wanted Cliffs alive a little longer.“

I looked at him, but it was a full thirty seconds before I comprehended what he said. After that, there was sudden knock in my mind.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” I breathed, before I could think it through.

He studied me considerately. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because you just- everything went- you... you destroyed him. You didn’t stop.”

“Don’t tell me that actually surprises you.” I drew a breath, calming down enough to try and gather my thoughts.

“I don’t know. That’s... That’s not who I thought...“ It came out before I could think.

“Who did you think I was?”

I let his mind fill in the blank, because any answer I supplied was going to sound stupid. I didn’t know who I thought he was. Not good and not evil. He was decidedly human. I couldn’t look at him any other way, no matter how else my perception swayed depending on my company.

“A murderer?” He asked, an edge to his voice like a blade heating up in embers. I stayed silent. “A criminal? A psychopath?”

I bit the inside of my lip. A small taste of coppery blood.

“That was- I don’t... I did. I did think that. But then you... then you were Jason.” I said. He scoffed at that.

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me you didn’t see what I’d done before you started meeting me. Oh, no- wait, wait- you didn’t really think you could fix me? You’re smarter than that.” He was pissed now, and the look in his eyes was what I imagined Alphonso Kuznetsov saw before the coffin lid slammed shut.

“Baby, I’ve been a charity case before, remember? Just like you.”

“That’s not what I am.” I managed to fire, leaning forward. Maybe just to remind him I was worth my weight in a fight. But maybe I wasn’t, when it came to him. “I earned my place-“

“As Barbara’s replacement? I don’t think so.”

I let out a dry, frustrated laugh, and turned my head, letting the urge to yell and scream burn in my chest. A deep breath to smother the flame. Then, I retreated back to the previous point.

“You’re right. I did know what you’d done, and I knew what you were capable of. But that was before all of this.“

“And what is ‘this’?”

This- this this. This neurotic back and forth. Ebbing into him and flowing back to my family just to feel like whoever was more important to me was whoever I was with at the time. I wasn’t on the fence, I was the fence. I had no right of my own, no place on either side. I could offer mediation. Mediocre comfort. Nothing more.

“This. Us. Working with... with you and Batman, and I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong.”

“You don’t know?” He sounded disbelieving. “Face it, babydoll. He doesn’t give a shit about you, or what you ‘earned’. You’re a tool to fuel his fucking self-serving ambitions, just like your parents were.”

“Don’t talk about them.”

“Why? They worked for him and so do you. Only difference is they worked for Bruce and you work for Batman.” His tone was dangerously condescending. I was meeting ice with fire, and it wasn’t working. “You’re a brand. Just like Robin. Doesn’t fuckin’ matter who wore the mask before, or who’s gonna wear it next. You’re nothing to him.”

A long, strangled moment passed. I’m not even sure if he was awaiting a prolepsis, or thought I’d given up, but both of us were left to rot in the apprehension.

“I’d hate to die like you did.” The quiet, vicious acidity that dipped into my voice threw even myself off kilter. A consequence of months of keeping all these goddamn secrets. My head felt like some dark, noxious lightning in a bottle. The edge in my tone was just a cork coming loose.

He met my gaze, and for the first time, looked like he couldn’t tell what I was thinking. His eyes narrowed a little, his muscles tense, coiled deep.

“But just because he forgot about you doesn’t mean he’ll forget about me.”

His infuriating silence that usually encouraged me to open up now hung in the air, tremendous, and growing still, until it was bigger than both of us. I held my ground, even as his eyes bore into me with eerie, hollow fury.

[stachmousworld]

The Sun

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!reader

Phew. I don’t even know how to tag that. You will cry and laugh and cry and be happy.

Tags: angst with happy ending, which includes self-deprecation, low self-esteem.

She entered the communal room with a greeting on the tongue

“Pictures of my...” Bucky pointed his groin. “Really?”

Deciding to eavesdrop, she tiptoed near the couch and hid behind a wall. She leaned and peeked at them. From her hiding place, she could see all of them. It was a chance they hadn’t noticed her.

“Yes, women love that,” Sam said, nodding with confidence. He turned to Clint who also nodded.

“Really? It is…” Bucky trailed off, his voice getting smaller. “…something that women like?” He asked unsure.

“Bucky, you gotta trust me – us. We are happy you came to us for advice and we would never lead you astray,” Clint told him, without any hint of his usual snark.

Doubt crept in her mind. What the hell did they tell him and why did Bucky not come to her first? He knew that Clint and Sam were not reliable. She thought he’d be comfortable with her. After all, she was the closest to him.

“So…when I have her number, I’ll send her a picture of my…” He didn’t dare say the word, which seem too...not so him. “And she’ll like it?”

Pictures of…? Realization dawned her. Bucky had found someone. And this someone wasn’t her. She wiped her dry cheeks and took a big breath. She was his best girl and as such, she’ll be there for him, even though he didn’t love her.  

“Y-”

“What the hell is going on here?” She uttered.

All of them jumped. Bucky spun around, a hand on his chest. He looked somewhat guilty and awkward. She smiled softly at him and muttered a small hello. Bucky sputtered a few words. His ears were getting red and his eyes rounder with panic. She repressed her chuckle. He looked like a kid who’s been caught the hand in the cookie jar.

Sam and Clint, though, sported a smug smile. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

“I don’t know what you’ve been telling him, but if I find out it’s bullshit…” She threatened, eyes staring deep into Sam’s, who cowered. He jumped to his feet, grabbed Clint and scrambled away. She smiled, with complete satisfaction. The “stare” always worked on Sam and sometimes on Clint, when he wasn’t reckless.

A few months ago, while they were both, Sam and her, talking about their moms. Sam had revealed how he was still scared of his mom’s stare. Even now, as an adult, his mom was able to make him feel like a kid. This information, unfortunately for him, had been stored. In fact, she would have gladly kept this weapon locked in her memory, but since Sam loved to prank Bucky, she’d make sure to keep him in check.

Some pranks could be triggering for Bucky, whether Sam was aware of it or not, and since Bucky didn’t like people to pity him…Let’s just say that the following months she had taken a great pleasure in making him squirm.

Bucky coughed and looked around, still a little awkward.

“What did they talk to you about?” She asked, nonchalant.

“Hm…nothing?”

“Are you asking me?” She laughed, a little nervous.

Bucky huffed and shook his head. She decided to change subject. The last thing she wanted was to make him withdraw.

“I’m going in my room, do you w –.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Bucky jumped to his feet and quickly made his way to her. She shut her mouth close and started walking toward the elevator.

They made their way to her room in silence. Bucky had clearly something on his mind. He was looking straight ahead, moving his hands as if he was talking to himself. Whatever the others told him it really perturbated him. And, if she was to believe what she heard, she hoped they hadn’t plant bad seeds into his head.

She tried not to think of the picture of his – she licked her lips – dick. She had long imagined how it’d be. Long, large with a little curve, the tip would be a reddish color…She had seen him in boxers before and had glanced a few times without getting caught, which has been difficult. Bucky had the bad habit of looking at her, even when they weren’t talking.

At first, she’d thought that there was something wrong with her. Maybe something on her face, or else. But no. Bucky loved to look at her. He could spend up to an hour, not moving, eyes on her. And when she’d turn to face him, he’d not even blush. She didn’t know if it was something common back then, but she’ll have to tell him not to do that with a stranger.

Imagine the lawsuit, she cringed. She could see the title on the first page “The Winter soldier harassed a strange.”

She shook her head and opened her door.

“I’m going to take a shower and I’ll come back,” she signaled, closing the bathroom door behind her.

She took a shorter shower than planned. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that even the hot water couldn’t disperse. She dried herself with her fuzzy towel, relishing in its softness and warmth.

She would forever thank Tony for those heated closets. Surprisingly, he hadn’t known about them. She had even thought he was pulling her leg. But no. Tony Stark, billionaire and genius, hadn’t known about hot towels. It hadn’t been long before he upgraded her own heated closets and set them on every floor. Steve and Natasha had been the first to use them, despite their skepticism and they’d love it.

Bucky had not outright told her he liked the new installment. She even thought he’d never used them, until she received a box full of first editions of her favorite books and records. The love and affection for him had grown tenfold.

She shook her head, a peaceful smile growing on her face. Bucky was really a man of few words.

She put on a boy shorts, and a strapless top before leaving the bathroom.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. Her smile disappeared. Oh, yeah. He wasn’t interested in her and was talking to someone. She pretended to tidy her paperwork, glancing frequently at Bucky. He had not looked at her once. She didn’t let the disappointment overcome her joy.

“So, I heard what the others said, and I wanted to tell you that if you need an ear I’m here,” she said, nervous.

“No, it’s okay, thanks,” he replied, curtly.

Why wasn’t he looking at her? And what was it with this tone? She didn’t want to force him to open up and seem like a clingy girl. She grimaced. Yep, not a clingy girl.

“Ok. But you shouldn’t send a picture of your penis to no one, unless they ask you. And even if they ask you, you have the choice. And you should also be careful…” Bucky raised his head and looked at her for the first time since the communal room. “…because you also are an Avenger.” She finished, feeling lame.

Bucky tilted his head, pensive. Her confidence was steadily crumbling. He had to say something or she…

“Come here and sit down,” he ordered, calmly.

She released her breath and walked over bed. Bucky tutted and pointed the floor. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll do your hair,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious answer.

She sat down legs crossed. Bucky scooted forward, her box containing all of her hair products next to him. In her turmoil, she didn’t even notice it. She placed her hands underneath her butt to stop them from trembling.

Bucky slowly took off her wig making sure to be gentle where the glue was still holding on dear life. She grimaced in pain when it finally came off. Her forehead was burning, and she wanted to pat and press the irritated skin to sooth the pain.

Bucky stopped moving behind her.

“What have you done, again?” He asked, annoyed.

She raised her eyebrows. He couldn’t have found out. Her heart started to beat faster. There was no way he had noticed what she’s done.

“You know that I can see you, right?” He whispered in her ears.

She raised her head and met Bucky’s grey eyes in the mirror. She grimaced guiltily and avoided his intense gaze.

Bucky tilted her head back and observed her forehead. He pressed a metal finger across the mark on her face making her hissed in pain, which didn’t deter him. He kept on massaging the same spot over and over again until she couldn’t feel the pain.

“What have you done?” He asked again.

She sighed. “I wanted it to be more glued.”

He flicked her ear, making her wince. Ouch, she thought, pressing her hand on her ear.

“You are lying.”

“’am not,” she declared, pouting.

“Don’t make me tickle you,” he warned, before starting unbraiding her braids. His nimble fingers worked with practice ease and rapidity.

“I…” She stopped talking. The last thing she wanted was to appear weak in front of him. Not again. She didn’t like to complain or be ungrateful but sometimes her insecurities were too heavy for her to overcome. So, some days, she’d stay in bed, mulling over all the criticism she received. ‘You are not skinny enough.’ ‘You skin isn’t smooth enough.’ ‘You should consider surgery for your horse teeth.’ ‘Your boobs are big but if your waist was slimer you’d be body goal.’ ‘You’d be more beautiful if you had a bigger butt.’ ‘Your legs are too muscular.’ ‘You should wear your hair straight all the time.’ ‘You are too dark.’ ‘You speak white’ etc.

She could go on and on about the things she heard from colleagues, friends or even relatives. She could, most of the time, ignore these thoughts and move one. But the other days, like today, she hadn’t been able too.

There had been an annual brunch at work. She had wanted to be perfect. Not too loud, not to silent, straight hair, clothes that masked or accented what they wanted to see. She hadn’t spoken when not spoken too and didn’t try to be angry at their comments on her blackness.

She has tried. So hard and for so long…

She blinked trying to repress her tears. She sniffed and wiped her nose. But the more she tried and the less she felt like herself. Like this girl coming from a hard-working family. Her parents had made sure she went to the best schools, even if it meant sacrificing their own happiness. She had seen them work their entire life and save enough money to open a restaurant. Money, which ended up in her university fees. And now they were back to square one.

So, she couldn’t fail them. She was working so hard not to become a disappointment. And the worst is that they would never tell explicitly that she was a burden. They’d smile gently and encourage her to find another work, or to maybe go back to university…

“Baby Girl, are you okay?” Bucky asked, putting a halt to the train wreck in her head.

She nodded.

“You do know that I can see you, right?”

She quickly dropped her head, wiping her tears.

“Was it about your brunch?” He asked, now worried.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Did something bad happen? Did someone do something to you?”

She shook her head.

“Does it have to do with why you glued your wig on your forehead.”

“It’s too big,” she wailed. It was ridiculous, she knew it. To have a complex so insignificant. But how many times people had made fun of her about it. She had been able to straighten her teeth and whiten them, use makeup to refine her nose, and lighten her skin, but there was nothing to do for her forehead. It was too damn big.

“What?” Bucky leaned and embraced her tightly. He let her cry and sob without interrupting her. She felt herself fall apart. She was so weak, and Bucky didn’t deserve that. He had already a lot on his plate.

She tried to push him away, which had the opposite effect.

“Don’t push me away, baby doll.” His voice cracked. “Don’t. I’m here for as long you’ll have me.”

“Not true…” she retorted. Her voice came out muffled. “...got a girlfriend…gonna leave me.” She sobbed harder.

“What? What do you mean I have a girlfriend and why would I leave you?” He asked, confused.

This time, when she pushed him away, he let her. He grabbed her face with his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“What do you mean?” He repeated, his eyes glistening, filled to the brim with tears.

She sniffed, unable to look away.

“I heard your discussion with the other –.” Bucky suck a breath. “And you implied you are interested in someone.”

Bucky stayed silent for a second.

“And…why would I leave you?”

She bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed. Bucky wiped slowly the blood with his finger.

“You really love hurting yourself,’ he complained, half-joking.

He released her and sat back down on the bed. He leaned and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She froze. From one kiss came many more on the sore mark left by the wig. She sighed, not moving one inch.

“For a small head like yours, you really are thinking too much.”

He took some oil in a bottle and started applying it to her roots. She shivered at the cold oil dripping on her scalp.

“You still didn’t answer me,” he reminded her.

She chose to answer to the least painful question. There was no way she could explain why she was afraid he’d leave her.

“Kids used to make fun of me,” she explained, vaguely.

Bucky hummed. There was some oil running down her neck. She didn’t have to notify him that he wiped the nape of her neck with a small towel.

“If it wasn’t my forehead, it was my horse teeth. If it wasn’t the way I talked, it’d be my skin color. Then I hit puberty, and criticism on my breasts size, waist, butt, hair, nose…” She took a shaky breath. Bucky was now massaging her scalp. Usually she’d enjoy it. After all, Bucky was an expert. He would release the tension in her scalp and help her relax, until he braided her hair again. But now, she felt more vulnerable than ever.

He was already twisting her hair into vanilla braids, when she blurted out, her voice full of pain and incomprehension. “Bucky, why am I not enough? Why don’t any of my efforts work? I try so much…I swear Bucky. I promise, I try so hard to fit in…but nothing works. My parents have worked so hard for me to be here and I don’t understand why I am such a failure.” She took a quick breath. “I wear straight hair because my natural ones are not professional. I smile, I try to look less menacing, less smart, less cocky, less…less….” She let out an ugly cry. A sound coming from the deepest part of her chest. She leaned forward and heaved.

She felt Bucky’s arms lift her. He laid her on the bed, embracing big spooning her. He held in his arms and kissed the oily top of her head. She was so lost in her pain to notice.

It took her what felt an eternity to come back. Even if the ugly monster in her brain roared and trampled her defense, she fought to come back.

“’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Bucky stayed silent. The only evidence she had he heard what she just said was how he tightened his arms around her, cutting her oxygen supply. She let him. It was probably her last hug from him. He would probably leave her now he witnessed her breaking down. And maybe…and maybe he’d have the courage to say the words her parents couldn’t. He’d be the one to tell her she was a burden.

“Don’t ever…” He said, harshly. “Don’t ever say that you are a failure, or not good enough.”

She shrugged.

“No!” He screamed suddenly making her jump. He rolled her over and face her. She stood still. Bucky was…he was crying. She had made him cry…She thought her own tears and guilt. She was really a burden. Her weakness brought pain and suffering to everyone around her.

“’sorry. Didn’t want to make you cry.”

Bucky’s face turned into a painful grimace. More tears came out of his eyes.

“I fucking love you.” He whisper-yelled “I fucking love you and hearing you saying those words...it’s like you’ve put me in the electric chair again and again and again.”

She tried to apologize but he pressed a finger on her lips. Guilt gnawed her inside.

“Don’t you ever degrade...” He spat the word. “...yourself like that. Ever.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, closing briefly his eyes.

“If you could see yourself with my eyes, you’d see how amazing you are. Hell! If you could see yourself through every Avengers’ eyes, you’d see that you are gorgeous, smart as hell, snarky, sarcastic, but also kind with a golden heart.”

He caressed her cheeks.

“I love you. And I want you to love yourself for yourself. I want you to tell the colleagues of yours to go to hell. I want you to do everything that pleased you. And not everyone else.”

He kissed each wet cheek.

“Your parents love you. They believe in you. You could never be a failure. Never. And I’m sure they’d agreed with me that you need to find another job.” She shook her head, disagreeing fervently. “Yes, you’ll change job. I have seen you, baby doll. I have seen you wilt and become more depressed. You always told me you wanted to work as a librarian. I know you have enough money to quit and you can become what you truly wanted.”

She opened her mouth to shut his idea down. It was true that on one particular night she’d express her dream of owning a library. But it was…crazy! A mere dream. She could…She should keep working and give her saving to her parents to help them open their restaurant. That was the goal since she was 18.

She didn’t notice Bucky leaning forward and she barely registered the pressure on her lips. She blinked slowly before closing her eyes. She sighed in the kiss. He didn’t try to push deeper. He backed away, then kissed her again. Just a press of two lips on their twins. There again, her thoughts disappeared.

“You need to shut that brain of yours.”

“What about your girlfriend?” She asked, dazed.

“What about her?”

“Wouldn’t she be mad that you just kissed me?” She frowned.

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He asked, a small amused smiled appearing on his face. His eyes were still red and the grey of his pupils were darker.

“What?”

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He reiterated, patiently.

“Why…I don’t understand.”

He brushed his nose against hers.

“You asked me if my baby doll would be mad at me for kissing you. And I just asked my baby doll if she was mad because I kissed her. Clear enough for me.”

Her brain short circuited. She spluttered some unintelligible words.

“Are you?” He asked.

She raised an eyebrow. Her heart was beating to fast and her brain wouldn’t catch up with the situation. One moment she was crying, then he was crying, then they were both crying and then kissing, and now…wait! He said he loved her. She didn’t imagine it, right?

“I love you,” she blurted out, blushing profusely. Let it not be a dream. Please…

“I love you,” he replied with a happy smile. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d never catch up.”

Their body sagged against each other, the pressure and tension leaving their body. All the benefits from the early head massage was gone. Her neck was stiff, and her heart was beating so hard she could feel it through her skull.

“So, I’m your best girl?” She teased him

“If you had opened you eyes before, you’d notice it since the beginning,” he retorted on the same tone. “I have never been one to be good at hiding my feelings. Everyone could see my love for you.”

“Since the beginning, really? I’m sure I’ve loved you longer, though.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You were always talking about this Jeff from work.”

“Jeff?” She frowned. Seeing how sulky Bucky was, he had probably botched the name, as usual. “Do you mean Jeremy?”

His eyes grew comically wide. Why did she had to fall in love with such a kid.

“You see! You remember his name and his been out of the company for more than a year,” he stated, indignant.

She laughed. “Babe, you are unbelievable. I remember his nam –.” She stopped talking. Bucky eyes were now half closed and is grin…oh his grin…

Warmth pooled in her heart as her lips reciprocated his. A tender smile. Full of love and longing.

“Babe,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the word on his tongue to see if it was right. His smile grew wider.

“Well, you call me baby doll so…”

He suddenly laughed and grabbed her. She slapped his chest to show her disapprobation.

“I’m not a ragdoll. You’ll have to treat me carefully. And hey! You didn’t even finish my hair!” She exclaimed, in fake outrage.

Bucky doubled and laughed harder. She soon joined him.

Later…later, they’ll discuss again.

Later, he’ll show his love to her.

Later, he’ll help her stand her ground and raise her head high.

He’ll let her shine for the world to see.

And if…And if one day, as she rose high and beyond, she decided to let him go. Bucky would let her. Because his love for her would burn like a thousand suns. No matter what. And she’ll forever hold his heart.

Two years later, it felt inevitable to him. After she opened her library, after she met new people, after she got away a few months overseas, Bucky hadn’t dared hope.

And then she came back. The little box in his jacket felt too heavy. She looked heavenly in her little black dress. A few years ago, she’d have never worn it, but now she was confident. She talked freely and with animation. Her hands had yet to touch the silverware near her cold plate.

She mentioned a few people, fondly. And Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to stand besides her. She was shining so hard and he was a shadow. But the Sun never needed one. She needed a strong man, who’ll support her through everything.

So, his box stayed in his jacket.

After their date, they wandered around. She had pressed him to talk about his life, in vain. The more they walked and the less they talked, until the silent came. Loud and heavy.

She was cold, he noticed. Without even thinking he gave her his jacket. She barely protested and snuggled in.

Bucky stayed in his thought thinking on how he would break up with her before she did.

“Bucky?” She asked, unsure.

He stopped walking and turned to her. She was holding the box in her hand.

“What is it?” She asked in a small voice.

“Nothing!” He tried to grab the box, but she was too fast. How ironic. Him the Winter Soldier was too slow.

She quickly opened it and…and…time stopped. Bucky had many words, explanations…all of them died before leaving his mouth. He waited with bated breath her reaction. Her eyes widened and…

“Yes!” She screamed, jumping around then in his arms.

Yes? She had said yes. He…Bucky spun her around barely believing his chance. She didn’t want to break up with him. He sighed, breathing in her scent. She was there she still wanted him…

“Of course, I want you, dummy,” she replied in his ear. “You’ll forever be my King. My knight in shining armor…”

Tears of gratitude pooled inside his eyes. His doubts slowly dissolved under her warmth.

His Sun.

“My Sun,” she whispered on his lips.

He tensed at the nickname, thinking it came from him.

But no.

As he stared deeply into her whisky orbs, he finally realized it. He finally realized that they were two pieces from the same sun.

And they’ll burn until the world ended.

Fin

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

[injusticeff]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Tiarra

I woke up in pure darkness and no matter how hard my eyes attempted to adjust to the pitch black environment, I just couldn’t see anything. It was as if I had gone completely blind.

My mouth was dry like I'd been stuffing it with cotton and my lips were so chapped that they had started to crack and peel. There was a painful throbbing coming from the back of my head. The first thought I had was to move, immediately feeling the restraints around my wrists and ankles. I didn't know where I was, but whoever did this clearly wasn't trying to play any games with me.

I groaned at the same time that my stomach growled, the chilly atmosphere forming goosebumps all over my exposed half naked body. "Help..." My voice came out hoarse causing me to clear my throat. "HELP ME!" I was able to call a bit louder but the only response I got was the sound of my own voice echoing throughout the cold dark room.

My body was too weak and I was trying to save up as much energy as I could, in case I would need it later on. The pain coming from my head only grew more intense as I whimpered repetitively for someone to come and help me.

I couldn't remember how or when I got here, but I knew that a Tylenol was definitely needed right about now. I've never had a headache so bad in my life.

The sound of the legs of my chair scratching against the hard floor made me realize that I wasn't actually bolted down in one place. Immediately scooting further, I began moving around the black room and noted how large it was. I couldn't have been in someone's house. Maybe a basement? Or a warehouse? There was no source of light anywhere, not even a small window that a basement would normally have.

I almost fell over once the back of my chair hit something solid and was unable to move any further. Slowly turning so that my legs were now facing the object, I began kicking at it to find out if I had reached a wall or not, ultimately realizing how low it actually was. "What the fuck...?" I whispered to myself and decided to just feel around with my feet.

Being that I was half naked, shoes and socks were not included on my body so I started patting around that same area that I'd been previously kicking. The object was solid, but not exactly hard and it was low, but also long at the same time. It was covered in some type of cloth and I had to maneuver just to reach the top, using my toes in attempts to identify it the way my hands would.

A cold liquid instantly coated my foot causing me to quickly snatch it away from the unknown stationary object with a loud yelp. I immediately began to frantically scoot away and before I knew it, my chair had toppled over and fell to the ground causing me to hit the back of my head in the same area that had been aching. Groaning lowly, it took me a little while to come back to reality and regulate my breathing after getting the wind knocked out of me.

***Flashback***

I stared back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of the hotel I'd been staying in for the week, fluffing my hair to my desired volume. Out of all the hotels I've stayed in so far, I would have to say that this one was definitely my favorite. Everything was lined with gold and room service came quicker than a fast food drive thru.

Having money was such an exuberant feeling and if this room was what a little two hundred dollars got me for the night, then I'd be living the life until I finally offed the bitch that decided to get a hit out on my head.

The hotel room was nice but it gets tiring having to bounce around from place to place all the time and constantly looking over your shoulder. Having to hide your face in shades and makeup every time you stepped foot outside. It was just way more than I expected it to be and now I see that living a life on edge is anything but fun.

I sighed, eyeing over my reflection one last time before shutting off the light and heading back into the bedroom. Raising my leg to climb into bed, I suddenly paused when I heard loud knocking on my room door causing me to instantly furrow my eyebrows, growing worried.

I cautiously stepped over to the door, standing on my tippy toes to glance into the peep hole and noticing a Hispanic man staring back at me; almost as if he knew that I was looking at him at that very moment. "Who is it?" I called out as my eyes remained trained on the stranger.

"Room service."

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, my heartbeat seemed to slow back down to its normal rate once I realized that I was just being paranoid as always. I had almost forgot that I ordered myself a steak dinner from the gourmet kitchen downstairs.

My hands immediately wrapped around the doorknob and I swung the door open, revealing the man I had just been watching through the peephole who now wore a smile on his face as he pushed the cart with the covered platter on it inside. "Your food ma'am." He spoke once he got to the main living area. "Where would you like me to put it?"

"My bedroom, thanks." I flashed him a quick smile in attempts to be polite as he did as I requested and took my food into my room. Once he was finished, he grabbed the cart he was rolling around and walked out of my hotel room, bidding me a professional goodnight.

I locked my room door once he was gone and made my way back to the room, continuing what I was doing by climbing onto the bed before reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. Unlike the cheaper hotels, there were actually fairly decent channels programmed on this TV. I decided to settle for watching Chopped and grabbed the platter my food was on before lifting the top off and immediately digging in.

The steak was so tender and the mashed potatoes were so creamy; my mouth watered before each bite I took. Everything was still hot, but not too hot to where it burned my mouth. I finished in what had to be five to ten minutes. I had only eaten a waffle and some yogurt from the continental breakfast this morning so hungry didn't even begin to describe how my stomach was feeling.

Once I was satisfyingly full, I laid back and continued to watch the show, laughing when people would fuck up and have to throw something together real quick so they would have something to present to the judges.

I had only gotten one episode in before my eyes began to get exceedingly heavy as I attempted to keep them open. I hadn't been tired before I ate but since I had gotten full, I figured that I got the itis like any normal black person would and succumbed to the sleep that had suddenly washed over my body.

*** One of my eyes slowly opened up as I felt myself being moved around and the cold outside air sent chills to my body. It was dark outside and my vision was blurry so I couldn't really see anything at first, but I knew there were two large figures that were carrying my still sleep-paralyzed body.

"She's awake." I heard a deep voice inform the other.

Then someone smacked their lips. "Then put her ass back to sleep." Shuffling was all that could be heard afterward before a sharp pain shot through my skull and suddenly, I was out cold again.

***Flashback ends***

The memories all came flooding back to me causing my eyes to instantly widen. She had did it. She finally caught me and judging by the looks of things, she definitely wasn't about to let me go.

Hearing the ominous squeak of a heavy metal door opening, my body tensed as I heard footsteps start to make their way closer and closer towards where I was. Suddenly, a light switch was flipped on and a blinding bright light immediately made me throw my head down like I was a vampire who had just been exposed to sunlight.

"Tiarra." I heard a male voice call out to me from right in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I could see the person's shoes as they stood right between my legs. Feeling a hand grip my chin, I snatched away causing an unbothered chuckle to escape the man's lips as he suddenly gripped my face and turned it roughly so that I'd be forced to look at him. My eyes widened, but that only made his smirk grow more. "Tiarra, Tiarra, Tiarra..."

A buff man came from what seemed like the shadows and sat a chair down right in front of me, behind Arion, and backed away as Arion comfortably sat on the chair and stared at me with amusement in his eyes. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't catch on to fifteen thousand dollars going missing from my house? I must have stupid written across my forehead."

I wanted to say 'well you allowed my inexperienced ass to rob you blind so,' but I held my tongue as my eyes began to water. "Please. Don't do this, I'm sorry. I'll return what's left of it and I can work to get the rest back or something?" By now, I was full blown sobbing as the same buff stranger from before returned to hand Arion a gun.

"I'll make you a deal. How about that?" I quickly nodded in response, prepared to do anything to get myself out of this situation in one piece. "I like you, you were great with your mouth." He spoke, dragging the tip of the gun along the perimeter of my plump lips.

If sucking dick was all I had to do to get myself out of this, I was about to gobble that shit down! Balls and all.

My voice came out fragile as I looked at him. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"I've made a few enemies because of you and your sticky hands. So now, I either have to make amends or go to war. And going to war isn't an option." His eyes grew cold as a smirk marked its territory on his face. "Here's where you come in. The person that I got into it with is a man... and men love women."

My eyebrows furrowed as I put two and two together. "So... you want me to be his personal sex slave or something? In exchange, y'all would be straight?"

He only gave me a nonchalant shrug in response. "That's only if you're willing to do it. So I gotta ask you, would you rather be a slave? Or dead?"

My heartbeat immediately began to quicken once I realized how slim my options were on making it out of here a free woman. Not belonging to any man nor dead. I dropped my head low as tears began cascading down until they splattered against my bare thigh. I knew what I had to do, but I had to take a second to come to term with it. Arion suddenly tapped me, letting me know that he doesn't have all day and that I needed to make the decision before he did.

"I'll do it!" I blurted out as I cried harder. "I'll do it. Just please don't hurt me."

Arion stood up, seeming pleased with my answer as he nodded at one of his guards to come over and they automatically began untying my legs then my arms as my hands rubbed over the areas that were now dark and irritated. "Thank you." I sighed in relief, a small weight being lifted off my chest.

He looked down at me as if he was just now noticing I was still sitting there and smiled, cupping my chin with his hand as he lifted my head up towards him. "Damn, you got some pretty ass lips too. Makes me kinda feel bad for what I'm about to do." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What do you me—"

POW! POW!

Antonio

I keep asking myself why I keep falling for this girl’s bullshit. Every time she comes around with that cute ass pouty face of hers, I get weak.

But it just doesn't feel right hurting Xae in the process when he's done nothing but show me how real of a person he was. I honestly couldn't even imagine what him and Bree would have possibly been arguing and going through a rough patch about when I had first met her. He just seemed so laid back all the time.

Things had suddenly gotten so complicated as soon as I saw Bree step through his front door that day we were all hanging out and initially, I was going to keep quiet because they seemed happy together. But after what happened the other day, the guilt has been eating at me.

I had been ignoring all of Xae's invitations to link up and his attempts to reach out. It was easier for me to keep the whole situation in when Bree wasn't talking to me, but now that I know she's pregnant with my child and she had no problem allowing me inside of her again, I just couldn't do it. There was no reason they should be engaged if my seed was growing in her stomach and she was still trying to mess with me. She might as well just be with me.

I'm not going to lie though, I'm not even sure if I'd be able to take her serious now that I see firsthand how easy it is for her to open up and be intimate with someone else while she was already taken. And she continued to play house with him as if she had no remorse for what we've been doing behind Xae's back.

I, on the other hand, was being consumed with the guilt of how easily I caved into her. The first time I saw her walk into my restaurant, I just knew she was going to be trouble but it seems like my hardheaded ass threw all intuition out the window and trouble surely found me.

If it was me on the other side of things, I'd want my friend to tell me what was going on even if he was worried about ruining the friendship, as I am with Xae. Even if my friend didn't want to come between my relationship, as I did with Xae. I wouldn't want to walk around looking stupid, thinking my girl is loyal when she's not and I didn't want him to look dumb and played in the end either.

I had to tell him.

I had been pacing the hardwood floor in my living room for what seemed like hours, thinking things over and attempting to work up the courage to tell my friend that I'd basically been fucking and entertaining his fiancé. Can't forget the part about unintentionally knocking her up either. Yea, this shit was definitely going to end in me getting a justified ass whooping. He was about to open up an entire barrel of whoop ass on me. Which was another thing I had been working up the courage for.

"Can you stop with the weird walking back and forth and just do something already? Either you're going to tell him or you're not but waiting around isn't gonna do anything but prolong the inevitable." Ajanae broke the silence in the room as she sat comfortably on my couch with her legs propped up.

I had to ask someone for advice and lord knows I couldn't go to the rest of my family with this kind of information. They'd be so disappointed in me. They hold me up on such a high pedestal and I don't think I'd be able to bare the disgusted looks on their faces if I actually did inform them of my dilemma. "I know... I just—I don't even know how to word that kinda information without him getting upset."

"How about 'hey, I fucked your ungrateful hoe ass fiancé and wanted to tell you because I know she's not going to tell you herself'." I cut my eyes at my cousin causing her to hold her hands up in defense. "I'm just saying, he's going to get upset either way it goes. You had sex with someone he asked to marry him."

I ran my hands over my face in frustration. "Can you stop saying it like that?!"

"Well it's true. I'm not gonna sugar coat things just because you're shook and about to get your ass beat for messing with someone's girl. You should have thought about that before you tried to be 'friends' with her." She used to fingers to throw up air quotes as she spoke the last sentence. "What's done in the dark is eventually gonna come to the light Ant. Would you rather him find out by you or some other way that's gonna make him resent you for smiling in his face?"

I let out an exhausted sigh, knowing she was right. For her to be younger than me, she was giving me some solid and mature advice. It'd be wrong to keep this from him. "Alright, I'm gonna tell him."

Nae smiled and clapped her hands in excitement. "Yay, make sure you record the fight!"

"How would I be able to record—you know what, I'm not even about to play with you today." I shook my head before grabbing my car keys off of the coffee table and making my way to the front door as Nae called out for me to get some food before I come back. Her hungry ass was always asking for something, I can't wait until she's not crippled anymore.

Once I got into my car, I sat there for a couple minutes and allowed my breathing to get under control since it felt like I was about to have a panic attack. I kept telling myself that even though he's definitely going to be mad, he'd appreciate my honesty.

The ride to the house was silent because I refused to play any music so that I'd be able to think about what exactly I wanted to say and how I was going to word it. I honestly wished I had never even approached her that day at my restaurant. Of course I was going to man up and take care of my responsibilities, but at the same time, I don't think I'm ready for a whole kid.

Owning a business and a child both were far from cheap; I felt like I would either have to give up one or the other and I'm not sure if I'd be ready to give up everything I've worked so hard to build up since I was eighteen. Seven years later and my business is finally doing well, but then here comes another obstacle. Maybe I just wasn't meant to own this restaurant like I wanted. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

My nerves got the best of me as Xavier's house came into view and I continued to drive until I was parked right out front, staring at the door as if he was going to burst out with a shotgun at any given moment. Blowing out a breath, I hopped out of my car and made my way up towards the front door, knocking on it a couple of times before stepping back.

I heard some rustling coming from the inside as the door soon swung open, revealing the beautiful caramel woman I had learned whose name was Simone. She sported some black biker shorts that came right above her knee and an oversized plain grey t-shirt with her straightened natural hair hanging down. "Hey, uh, is Xae home?"

She nodded and stepped back to allow me inside before closing the door after me, walking ahead as she gestured for me to follow her. "You look beautiful, by the way. I like your hair straight, it's always in a ponytail when I see you." I complimented causing her to look back and give me a friendly smile before thanking me.

We stopped in front of one of the doors in a hallway and she knocked on it lightly. "Xae, Antonio is here to see you." She called out, walking back down the hall and leaving me standing awkwardly in front of what I assumed was his bedroom door.

The door swung open and he came out, reaching his hand over to me to dap me up as I followed suit and slapped hands with him. He nodded towards the living room where we usually hung out and we began making our way back to the front. "Damn, I was beginning to think you died or some shit. Your phone off?"

"Nah, I just been busy with handling these health inspectors and shit lately." I replied, partially telling the truth.

Once we got back to the living room, we both sat on opposite ends of the couch. "I gotta tell you something." We both blurted out simultaneously causing us to chuckle and I told him he could go first since he's probably not going to want to talk to me after I told him what I had to say.

His smile grew as he looked at me and rubbed his hands together. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't have a lot of friends and we've become hella close since we met. You're like me, only Mexican." He joked causing me to let out a low laugh and flick him off. "Nah, for real though. Me and Bree decided to move up the wedding to next month and I want you to be my best man."

I nearly choked on my spit at the fact that this girl was just at my house, taking my dick and had the nerve to want to move up their wedding. "Y-You want me to?"

"Yea, you've become like my best friend." He replied sincerely, clapping a hand on my shoulder and shaking me a bit. "Don't look so surprised. I wanted to marry her before she had the baby and—"

"Wait, she told you she was pregnant?! I thought she couldn't have kids?" I quickly saved myself with the second question since the first one seemed too suspicious.

His smile grew even more as he shrugged and all I could feel was my blood boiling. She fucking lied to me. This girl was such a good actress, she came to my house all crying and sad talking about she's pregnant with my kid only for her to turn around and tell Xae that it was his. Conniving ass bitch, I swear.

The excitement that he thought he was having a baby was written all over his face and it hurt me that all that happiness might just be for nothing. "What did you wanna tell me?" He asked, perking up like he was a female who was about to be told some sizzling hot tea.

"I, um," I stuttered, not really knowing if I'd be able to bare ripping that excitement away from him in this moment. I was already nervous to begin with but now with the news he just told me, my mind was reeling. I wish I would have just told him what I wanted to first because now, I just couldn't be that guy. "I was going to tell you that I'm kinda feeling Simone and like the way she carries herself. She's bad as hell too... think you'd be able to set us up?"

He shifted uneasily in the chair at my words causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and look at him expectantly as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ha, I don't know about all that."

"What? You tryna get at her or something?" I raised an eyebrow as a sly smirk formed on my face. I could always tell there was some type of chemistry between the two of them.

His face immediately straightened out and he shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't do that to Bree. She's dealt with all my bullshit and allowed Simone to stay here even though I know she didn't want to. I can't disrespect her like that."

"Well, how do you know if she's being faithful to you?" I asked, subtly dropping a hint that his oblivious ass, of course, didn't catch.

He shrugged. "Just a chance you gotta take when you're in a relationship."

Simone

Bree and Xae had been acting more lovey dovey than usual lately and I can’t believe I’m saying this... but it kind of hurt seeing them like that. He’d always been polite about making sure I wasn’t uncomfortable but I guess something happened that changed his mind.

Ugh, what am I saying? I shouldn’t even be uncomfortable. They’re about to be married soon, it’s not like this is something new for them.

What I needed to be worried about is this baby and how I was going to at least try to get back on Dominick's good side so I'd be able to see my son again. I knew firsthand how petty he was and as long as things stayed like this, I would never get to see Junior's face again.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I began massaging the stress out of my temples from just thinking about having to be in Dom's presence again. I didn't want anything to do with him at this point. He had made my life a living hell, had me living in constant fear, and killed the only person who actually loved me besides Junior. There was nothing else for me at this point. I know Xae says he cares, but he's got other things to worry about now that he's expecting and preparing to get married.

It's funny because he was only three years older than I was, yet his life seemed so much more well put together. He had his own house, a car... a wife. I had nothing.

Since he told me the news, I had been avoiding him and after a few days, he caught the hint and stayed away out of respect for me not wanting to be around him. I just couldn't keep allowing myself to get so close to him to where I depended on him. I've depended on a man before and I wasn't trying to go through all that again. What scared me even more was that when he told me she was pregnant, I actually got sad. I shouldn't be feeling sad when I'm expecting too.

These impossible feelings that I had developed for him were clouding my mind. It was almost laughable. As if we could actually be together. Both of our lives were way too complicated at this point to even consider one another. Which was why I had decided that I needed to move out.

I haven't told him yet but I had been packing all my things away for the past day or two. The guest room I had been staying in for the past month looked uncomfortably empty and I was heartbroken because I really didn't want to leave.

It might have been awkward being around another female who hated me 24/7 but just seeing Xae's smile and hearing his laugh never failed to brighten my day for some reason. My depression was worsening because reality hit me that I just lost my son and the father of the baby growing inside me was laying six feet under all because of me. I had nothing to my name except what was left over from Saint’s savings after paying the fees for my lawyer and that wasn't even enough to rent out a place. I didn't want to be alone at a time like this but at the same time, I didn't want to bring Xae down with me.

Whenever he's trying to comfort me, I could just tell that he feels my pain. He empathizes with my feelings and I hate it because before me, his life was perfect. All of the arguments in his relationship are over me and all the drama that happens is my drama. Not his. And he shouldn't be the one going through it when he didn't even have a hand in creating these problems. He just had a big heart and I didn't want that to be his downfall with me.

Everyone I love ends up either getting hurt or betraying me and I knew Xae would never do the latter. So, that just left him to get hurt. I'd rather get away from him and deal with things on my own than to see him hurting or worse because of me.

I swiftly wiped the tears that had been unwillingly flowing from my eyes and stood up from my bed, scooping the last of my things into one of my suitcases sitting in front of me and zipping it up. It felt surreal that I was leaving because Xae had always made me feel like this was my home too, which was why it was so easy to get comfortable here when I wasn't supposed to.

When I turned back around, I noticed a large pool of thick dark red liquid stain the spot that I had previously been sitting at on the bed and in that very moment, a piercing pain shot through my stomach causing me to hunch over and fall to the ground. It felt like someone was trying to carve the intestines out of my stomach as I let out a loud blood curdling scream and held the area like that was going to make things feel better.

I laid in the fetal position as I heard the door burst open and someone quickly rushed to my side. I knew it was Xae just by the smell of his body wash that I had grown accustomed to this month. "Simone?! What's wrong? You ok?"

I only shook my head in response, not even being able to say any words at the moment as my face scrunched up before another gut wrenching feeling pierced through my stomach. "Som—Something's wrong." My voice sounded hoarse as I gripped his arm tight with one of my hands and continued to hold my stomach with the other.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." I heard him say as he picked me up bridal style and began carrying me out of the room. But I didn't even make it out of the house before my body went limp and everything faded to black.

***

My eyes slowly fluttered open and a bright light hanging from above me immediately came into view. I could hear the sound of a heart monitor steadily beeping beside me, matching the pace of my heartbeat.

I groaned, feeling a little sore as I attempted to sit up but someone from beside me quickly got up and gently laid me back down. "The doctor said you should be laying down so you don't put too much stress on your body right now. I'll go get him." Xae said with concern shining through his eyes before he made his way out of the hospital room.

I looked around at the plain white walls and the white with blue polka-dotted gown that I was now wearing. My only concern was what happened and if my son or daughter was alright. Anything other than that didn't matter to me. I had been trying to put off this whole baby situation and act like I didn't care but just the thought of losing him or her too caused my heart to sink.

Minutes later, the door opened up again and in walked Xae with a short Caucasian man in a lab coat strolling in behind him. The doctor gave me a small smile as he walked up to my bed and held out his hand for me to shake. "Good evening Ms. Wyatt, my name is Dr. Bronkowski."

I ignored his hand and carefully sat up a bit more in my bed. "Is my baby okay?" I asked getting straight to the point, noticing the surprised wide eyed look that Xae gave me but my eyes stayed trained on the doctor, watching his body language.

He let out a small sigh and pulled out a stool from the corner of the room, sitting down as he opened up the manila folder that was in his hand and read over it for a minute. I noticed him frown as he closed the folder and my heart immediately dropped along with whatever hope I had left.

"Ms. Wyatt, were you aware that you have chlamydia?" He asked as if someone in their right mind would know they had an STD and not get treated for it on purpose.

"What?" Xae and I both let out simultaneously.

I grew heated as I realized exactly who could have gave me chlamydia. It wasn't even a question. Which meant that I had to have given it to Saint when we had sex. I should have known that I was going to catch something while fucking around with dirty dick Dom. I should have gotten tested as soon as I left him but that had been the last thing on my mind at that point.

Dr. Bronkowski let out another sigh and gave me a sympathetic look once he noticed that I had no idea what he was talking about. "It can cause infertility in women if left untreated for a long period of time and that may also have been the cause of your miscarriage."

Hot tears stung my eyes as I stared at him in disbelief. "...Miscarriage? So my baby is gone?"

He sadly nodded his head in response and I immediately turned away from him, not wanting him to see the tears that instantly cascaded down my face. "I've already prescribed you the medication that you need to take and you should be back to normal in no time."

"Thanks doc, but I don't think anything is going to be normal for me ever again." I mumbled lowly as I continued to stare at the wall beside me, avoiding eye contact with him and Xae. The doctor dejectedly apologized for my loss and exited the room, leaving us in pure silence.

Tears steadily rolled down my face as I slowly laid back down and pulled the covers that had been around my body up and over my head in attempts to block everything else out.

"Simone..." I heard Xae cautiously call out to me but I didn't even have the energy to respond at this point. I felt empty. I never knew how devastating losing a child that hadn't even been born yet really was until now. "I'm so sorry Simone." I sniffled and closed my eyes, feeling even worse for dragging Xae into something that had nothing to do with him again. He got quiet once he realized that I wasn't going to reply. I just needed to process this by myself right now. After a minute or two, he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant baby girl?"

I shook my head as if he could see me from under the thin white blanket that engulfed my entire body. "What does it matter anyway? My baby is gone... Both of my babies." The last part was barely audible, but I knew he heard it by the way I heard him shuffling before I felt the small bed dip beside me.

He pulled the covers off of me and I stared at him for a couple of seconds before breaking down all over again. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around me and pulled me close so that my head now laid on his chest as my tears began to drench his shirt. "I'm a bad mother." I cried as he held me tightly and gently combed through my hair with his fingers to try and comfort me.

"You're not a bad mother baby. You didn't have any control over this. You can't possibly blame yourself." He attempted to reassure me but hearing that only cut me deeper.

I shook my head. "You keep saying that but who else is there to blame? I should have been more serious about my baby. I should have made sure that I was in good health and now..." I got too choked up to even finish the sentence as I buried my head deeper into his chest.

My hand reluctantly trailed down to my belly, lightly rubbing over it as I thought about what he or she would have looked like. Would they have Saint's eyes? My lips? Saint's fat ass forehead? I guess now there's no point in wondering because that was something I'll never know.

The only thing that I had left of Saint's memory was now gone and I could never get it back.

[eagleslouis]

No it's not an asshole move because their contracts were coming to an end. Why would Harry continue doing something because other people want it? What kind of idiot do you think he is? The only thing Louis carried were water and twitter fights. Legend! Harry is a better singer than Louis, he's better looking and he's classier. That is why he has a solo career and Louis is a judge on X factor. Get it? There's zero debate regarding Freddie's paternity. Babygate can't end because it doesn't exist.

this ask singlehandedly made me want to choke myself but uhh okay lets go piece by pieceIT STILL IS AN ASSHOLE MOVE. its fucking selfish. if he was suffering so fucking bad he literally couldve pulled a zayn before zayn did and left, especially since hes had the azoffs literally in his back pocket since 2013 (irving was literally named the most powerful person in the music industry in 2012, remember?). HE WOULDVE BEEN FINE. and 'doing what he wanted'!!! we know why though, right? he needed to keep his image squeaky fucking clean. even though it is all coming out now, probably didnt expect that one, harold. none of them planned a solo career and louis literally said he expected to be back in 18 months and once that hit and there was no contact, it was like, wow.. its really official. FUCK HARRY. and honestly? i think hes a huge idiot, we know this. he doesnt know who the fuck he is, the 1975? prince? david bowie? idk! is he a singer? an actor? whatever gives the most money i guess! and he doesnt know what the fuck hes talking about it, 'umm yeah i mean umm sott is kinda like about my response to blm and all that, you know? umm yeah just like.. shut up stop crying.' the kid was NOT meant for fame. he couldnt even answer a question without hesitating or having bad word choice, the boys literally teased him. damn, god forbid louis to interact with his band members in a fun way that engages his fans (during times that he didnt have to sing). hes such a dick. hes had fucking dumb scraps on twitter, who hasnt? afawk he did talk to zayn after jay said he should and i highly doubt either of them hold such a grudge for something said over social media. better for louis to actually use social media and admit it than to say he doesnt use it because he doesnt see the point (completely ignoring that when not on tour thats the only way to interact with fans) but then proceed to be liking posts on instagram nearly 24/7... like someone we know. now.. everyones entitled to their own smelly onions so i wont go too deep into this but uhhhh harry can stop straining his voice by fucking yelling in all his songs if he doesnt wanna lose it by 30. he can maybe pick like one fucking genre to stick with??? hes very gio from x factor, who louis coincidentally hated lol. i GUESS beauty is in the eye of beholder, even though harry is fucking ugly. they were right when they said his hair was always greasy, i dont know why everyone was pressed! also i think its pretty damn clear harrys cupcake image is all fucking fake now, hes not fucking classy at all lmao what are you on? real fucking classy move to write a song about an underage girl he met and probably fucked for one night without telling her but including her name so her dad could call her and say that he wrote a song about her :) real fucking classy to slut shame girls for how they dress in his songs but then again play it off that he has the utmost respect for women. too many more to say. his solo career is going well yeah i guess right? honestly a good move to pick tiny tiny venues so they would sell out quickly and people would pay attention to the time sold out versus the size. even though he did fuck over the fans with that whole ticket fiasco beforehand. i suppose!!!! my only criticism is i hope this next album is more cohesive :). dont exactly see whats so horrible about louis as a person regarding him doing x factor? he again went back to his roots and is helping people achieve their dreams which is something he said he would like to do anyway!!! i want his music so fucking bad (and we're getting it in like a month anyway hopefully) but i mean... ill be... patient. i dont think his solo career is normal so far at all lmao and its due to syco because other artists came out and said the same!!!! that they wouldnt let them release music or would give them NO promo. not the same situation at all for multiple reasons. harrys been planning a career w his best friend whose under guidance of his dad, one of the most powerful men in the industry whereas louis wasnt planning a career and is with a well known awful company. also i mean theres ton of debate about freddies paternity lol and if its real anyway, then there HAD TO BE A LOT MORE with the situation he wouldve been in. if 'babygate' will never end, the conspiracy will never end either so get used to it i guess.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from @phyllisforever and @mom2reesie. Did anyone else miss Eric? I did! I really gotta re-watch Divergent over the holidays. Have fun reading! ♥

Words: 2193 Warnings: implied smut/mentions of smut

“What the fuck am I supposed to give him? He’s one of the leaders, compared to me he’s bloody rich and apart from that, I know nothing about him.” You complained, staring at your red Christmas cocktail with dismay. After lunch today, Max had decided that it would be “fun” to do Secret Santa this year, letting every single member of Dauntless draw a name.

“I won’t even be able to buy a tree this year. What’s Christmas without a Christmas tree?” You asked sadly. “Besides, Eric will kill me if I end up giving him nothing at all.”

You had been more than reluctant to join that stupid action. You could barely afford a Christmas gift for your family whom you actually cared about, let alone the tree. Technically, even if you could buy Christmas gifts, where would you put them under? Your coffee table? You scoffed.

“You tell me, silly, you’re the one who’s sleeping with him” Your best friend retorted mockingly, rolling her eyes as she did.

“Slept. Past tense. We slept with each other three times and there were no strings attached, how many times do I have to tell you that? It was a one night stand, nothing more and nothing less.”

Which was true. After partying in the pit around a week ago, things between the two of you had gotten a little heated and you had quickly noticed that the chemistry, tangible and buzzing like electric energy, was strong and numbing so you had decided to act on it. The sex was amazing, needless to say but that didn’t mean you were working on some kind of relationship.

Eric was a leader and you were… a former initiate who had pissed him off a few times too often. Sure, he was incredibly sexy, intelligent and had that typical alluring bad boy aura around him but was he actually boyfriend material? Yes, wait, no! No, of course not… right?

“Sure, can you count? You guys landed in bed three fucking times, that’s totally a sign you’re going to— oh. He’s staring at you.” Your best friend paused, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Who? Who is staring at me?”

“Eric, duh!” Frowning, you risked a quick glance. Your best friend was right. Eric was sitting in the corner, holding a glass of expensive whiskey. His strong and muscly arms were propped up on the table, his blue eyes fixed on you as if you were his prey.

Now that was just what you needed. If he had been eavesdropping your conversation, you might as well toss yourself down the chasm right away. On the other hand, the look he kept checking you out with reminded you of the one he’d had on before pouncing on you and fucking you senseless. God, so many orgasms…

“Great. That’s my cue.” You stated dryly, hoping to scare the naughty thought away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully with an idea as to what to gift Eric.”

Your best friend only smiled knowingly. “Alright, good night… sweet dreams!”

Scoffing, you got up and left the pit, heading straight to your apartment. There was no need to panic yet, after all, right? You still had ten more days to find him the perfect—and cheap—present.

Christmas Eve

There was need to panic. You cursed loudly when you attacked the battered punching bag in front of you, still pondering over what to get Eric. It was past ten already. Gosh, you had barely managed to buy your little cousin a present—that doll with the blue dress she had wanted so badly—and on top of that, nothing you came up with you thought Eric would like.

You should have paid better attention back when you had been in his bedroom, checked for his hobbies and interests but then again… you’d been too busy getting your brains fucked out.

“You’re up late. Shouldn’t you be in bed waiting for Santa to crawl through your chimney or something?” You flinched when you heard his voice behind you, echoing through the training hall like a threatening thunder. He always managed to sound stern and intimidating, even if he tried holding a normal conversation. Well, it was a little hard to do so given you had seen each other naked.

He was referring to the story you had told your little cousin when shopping for her Christmas present two days ago, about Santa coming to town to put the presents under the tree. Eric had overheard your conversation and deliciously amused himself. You were amazed he hadn’t mocked you for it, almost as if, deep down, he appreciated the cute gesture. Who were you to understand him though? Him sticking his dick into your vagina three times didn’t make you know him, after all.

Shaking your head, you shrugged.

“I can’t sleep.” You lied, hoping he would not notice your discomfort.

It wasn’t fear of him that crept up your body when you thought of tomorrow morning where everyone in the pit would exchange presents and receive a little gift in return and Eric… Eric would get nothing, that you had figured out last night. It was fear of disappointing him.

Perhaps your best friend was right and you did like him a lot more than you wanted to admit.

“I figured that. You always beat that punching bag senseless when you can’t.” He had noticed that? Had he been watching you for a longer period of time already? You had only seen him mustering you once, back when you had talked to your best friend about that stupid Secret Santa mission initiated by Max.

“Let’s go have a drink. I think you’ve had enough training for today.” He suggested.

Pausing, you thought about it for a second.

“Alright. Will that drink include me ending up in your apartment, us ripping off each other’s clothes and then misinterpreting a one-night stand once more?”

The Dauntless leader chuckled darkly. His blue eyes seemed to look right through you and into your soul, boring into you like sharp needles. You were ready to give in and submit to him, even if that meant admitting that you were crushing on him. Maybe you could gift him yourself and pleasure him with your mouth for a while. It would at least be some kind of present… only how would you tell him that?

“I wouldn’t say no,” he finally replied, cocking his head over to the door before turning around to leave. He didn’t expect you to follow—he simply knew you would. Fuck, what if he knew you were into him already? Should you ask him? No, that would make you look like an idiot. You would wait until he was tipsy and then approach the sensitive topic. Perhaps then he wouldn’t kill you.

A few drinks and one hour in, you were still sitting at the bar, talking about all and sundry, exchanging absurd and funny stories about your experiences in the faction and, once the ice had been broken, relationships.

“Look,” he said, taking another sip of his third beer which he had almost emptied again. “I want a woman who can stand up for herself, a woman who is independent and strong but doesn’t argue if I want to take things in hand and take care of something for her. You have no idea how hard it is to find these, even in Dauntless. Most of them just duck away thinking I will push them down the chasm if they so much as bat their eyelashes at me.”

It was the beer talking, that you were sure of. Eric was never this open, not with anyone and especially not with you. You understood what he said about his type. You hated whiny women who hid behind her boyfriends, wanting to be carried around and spoiled like little princesses but if need be, a man should be there to support his woman at any cost—and she should be open-minded enough to let him.

“Can you blame them?” You responded, giggling. “You’re scary and intimidating as fuck. I don’t get how I ended up in your bed in the first place.”

Eric gave you an evil smirk.

“About that…” he started cheekily. “How about we celebrate Christmas our own way?”

It certainly was one way to ask to spend the night together. Fine, you didn’t mind. Fuck, you didn’t mind at all. If only this meant as much to him as it did to you. You wondered, quietly, if you could be his type. He hadn’t let you know about any physical traits, never mentioned with a word if the woman of his dreams should have big boobs, blonde hair or green eyes but only about what personality intrigued him.

Well, and if you were not, you could have one more night of fun with this handsome man. It was rare Eric actually treated someone nicely in the faction, if only to sleep with them. You enjoyed the affection as much as you enjoyed spending time with him and… shit, you really were crushing on him.

“I’d like that.” You managed to choke out, watching how he drank up his beer only to do the same to your cocktail. The alcohol hadn’t yet kicked in but the drowsiness you could already feel. Almost stumbling, you followed him outside into the compound and turned to where his apartment was.

“Let’s go to your place tonight.”

Oh? You were hoping to be able to fuck him under a Christmas tree but your bed would do too. To be honest, you didn’t really care.

“Alright then,”

Nodding, Eric let you take the lead. You both walked in silence and darkness, the dim light barely illuminating the grey ground to your feet. When you finally reached into your pockets to unlock the door and invite him in, however, you gasped, the keys falling from your grasp with a barely audible cling.

Right there, on the coffee table in the middle of your small studio apartment, proudly stood a tiny and neatly decorated Christmas tree. Colourful lights blinked happily in the dark room, a bright star ornament complementing the tip.

Your lips parted, surprise prominent on your face. Who had…?

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Eric murmured, his hot breath brushing against your earlobe as his hands gently but possessively grabbed your waist. Hold on a second… Sucking in a deep breath, you spun around.

“Wait… you put the Christmas tree here? W-why?”

“I overheard you telling your best friend that you couldn’t afford a tree this year. Thought I would help you out. Besides, I drew your name from that stupid Secret Santa hat Max forced on me.”

Eric had been your Secret Santa? What on Earth were you gonna do now? He had gotten you an actual Christmas tree and you still had… nothing for him in return.

“That’s… that’s, I’m speechless. You have no idea how much that means to me, Eric. Thank you.”

Hesitatingly, you stood on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. You hadn’t shared a lot of soft kisses yet, only passionate and heated make outs that had ended up in either him eating you out or you sucking him off. This kiss, however, was different. It was special, magical. Like fire, something indescribable seemed to enflame between you, locking your hearts together. Never before had you hoped more frantically that he felt the same for you and still, you pulled away again, biting your lower lip regretfully. He needed to know before this got out of hand.

“Eric, I need to tell you something.”

The Dauntless leader lifted his eyebrows, not bothering to hide his smug smirk.

“I was your Secret Santa but I, and I am so, so terribly sorry, I—”

“I know.” He interrupted, kneading your buttocks in the process, impatient.

“Y-you do? You eavesdropped, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not… mad?” You asked suspiciously.

Eric only shook his head. “It’s alright. Now let’s get you out of these clothes so I can collect my Christmas present.”

“I’ll be your Christmas present?” You replied, giggling. Now there was the alcohol. Your original idea of gifting yourself to him didn’t seem too far-fetched now.

“If I get to keep you for all future Christmases, then yes…” Eric growled hungrily into your neck, licking over your sensitive flesh and leaving hickeys in between gently biting you. It was hard to focus on any rational thought as long as he kept doing that. Every single one of his touches was clouding your mind like tons of snow burying you beneath them. Was this… his way of asking you to be his girlfriend?

Grinning triumphantly, a warm feeling spreading in both your lower regions and your heart, you kissed him once more.

“Well then I guess you should finally unwrap me.”

You let out a playful scream when he lifted you up and heaved you over his shoulder to carry you over to your bed, eagerly meeting your offer. Oh and you were sure, this would be your best Christmas yet.

[hotcocosharing]

Switching Places Chapter 15: I'm not in love with Eisuke

Title: Switching Places Chapter 15 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Metro PD: Close To You Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA (reference) Characters: Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota Summary: SMUT SMUT SMUT Background: If you don’t know what this series is about, here’s a quick summary and reference links. MC Mika is the twin sister of Mia- original MC from KBTBB who’s now unconscious in hospital after an attack, Mika who works in MPD goes undercover and soon discovers about the black market auction plus a series of “troubles”- Eisuke forces himself on her / Walk into Soryu masturbation / Fun time with the boss Kirisawa / One night stand with creepy doc / Sleeping with lazy Mamo & Eisuke’s fantasy  / Or going on a date with Eisuke? / Drinking game with the bidders Notes: One of the most important scene of this series

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Prologue Chapter 1: Part 1 Waking Up Chapter 1: Part 2 Welcome Home Chapter 1: Part 3A Hell Hole (Option 1 SMUT) Chapter 1- Part 3 (option 2 ROMANCE) Chapter 2: Hello Stranger Chapter 3: Part 1A Someone Chapter 3: Part 1B What Am I? (Soryu’s ROMANCE) Chapter 4: Heated Night (Soryu’s SMUT) Chapter 5: Part 1 Bad Timing (Kirisawa’s SMUT) Chapter 5: Part 2 Show time (Luke’s SMUT) Chapter 5: Part 3 Bed time, kid (Mamo;s SMUT) Chapter 6: Part 1 Morning After Chapter 6: Part 2 Be Mine, Again (Eisuke’s SMUT) Chapter 7: Nothing Else Chapter 8: The One & Only (Soryu’s SMUT) Chapter 9: Part 1 Behind the Mask Chapter 9: Part 2 Date Night Chapter 10: Let The Game Begins Chapter 11: Make It Right Chapter 12: Will You Help Me Mamoru? Chapter 13: GONE Chapter 14: The More The Merrier

Chapter 15: I'm not in love with Eisuke 4th week Tuesday

A man is strapped to the chair with his bangs covering his brows and eyes. But you recognize him in an instsnt, "Soryu!!" He looks up to find his feet tied to the chairs with just his boxer on. "You're alive!" Sighing with relief, he quickly sees the cameras and speakers on the walls. "Are you hurt?" You shake your head, feeling a little dizzy. "Gzzz, it's... hot in here." He clears his throat, a familiar laugh comes from above. "Oh dearies, you two are feeling the heat? The drug sure works fast!" Hearing the amusement from her voice, it doesn't sound good. There's a click on the door and it opens, the woman with scar face enters with a camera in her hand. Yanking you up with the other and pulls you towards Soryu. "Let's play, I'm bored!" She smirks, making her looks much creepier than she already is. "What do you want?" Soryu tries reaching his legs but the woman points a gun to your head, "It's simple, I am only here to watch, you two are the one having fun." She says and kicks a box to your feet from the floor. Neither you or Soryu can say another word or understand what she means because your entire body feel like it's on fire, aching for attention. The woman grins and pushes you onto Soryu, "You know you want it girl, go on, ride him. Then you will be free."  

"No..." The mobster rumbles, "Is poor Mia not sexy enough for you tough guy?" She teases and slowly rocks you back and forth while you're straddling him, "Does she not turn you on?" Her voice echoes in your head and vaguely fade away, "Sor...Soryu.." You mumble, not entirely sure if this is real. Your warm fingertips gently lift his face up to look at you, gazing intently into each other's eyes. You try to breath slowly, to calm your rapid heartbeat. "Mia." His voice resounds sweetly in your ears, lingering in your head, powering over you like some kind of drug. Wait, but you are drugged.

"We.... can't." He hisses, you are now rocking him on your own, leaning in, you press a hard kiss to his mouth. No, this can't be real. He makes a soft sound but his lips parts quickly. "Mia! No, we.." You growl softly and crash your lips on his, kissing is hell of a way to shut someone up. You've always loved doing it, in reality or in fantasy. When you finally break away, his eyes are on your mouth then down to your bra.

None of you seem to remember where you are and the fact that you are being watched. Not just the scar face but also the other woman who's monitoring the cameras and computers, and broadcasting this live. No, neither of you know that. But the person who types the url does, watching it along with his friends. The blonde bites his lips hard to hold his laugh, as much as he enjoys watching you on top of the women hater, he's pretty sure Eisuke will have him killed if he lets out the slightest sound. Baba gulps nervously, he's always known you're sexy but this seems to be a very wrong way and time to "look". As for Mamoru, he is feeling more worried than jealous right now. He lights another cigarette and peeks at the boss, brows frown with clenched fist, not a good sign at all! You two may better off be dead than come back alive to be tortured by Eisuke mentally for the rest of your lives!

Why the fuck did you break that statue and end up in the auction? Why of all bidders did you have to fall in love with the sadist? The bloody guy goes makes enemies everyday and never gives a fuck because no one dares to touch him until you enter his life. Receiving hate mails, death threat, being attacked and lay unconscious for weeks. Just when he thinks you wake up with amnesia may be a good thing then you get kidnap and now they are all watching you live, straddling on top of Eisuke's longest friend. Honestly, you two may as well be dead!

"Just think of me, no one else." Soryu glints a little at your words with your lips snatching at his. He follows the kiss because he has no choice but to kiss you back, his tongue edging out to slip past your lips. God, he fucking misses this! Your warmth, your kiss, your scent! You smile and rub against him as you reach behind to unhook your bra, arching your back a little to push your breasts against his chest. Breaking the kiss despite his disappointed groan, you trail your tongue over his earlobe and then his cheek, nipping at the throbbing vein of his neck. Between them, your fingers start to pull down his boxer.

Soryu swallows, staring at the ceiling as you keep on sucking his throat while you lift yourself up to slide your drenched panties down. You come back to his lips, licking it hungrily before biting it lightly, stroking his hard member gently and hear his gasp of surprise at the feel of your warmth on his skin. You look down at him, he can't help but blushes under your gaze. It's always so captivating.

"Mia, no." He says weakly, your hand still working on his shaft, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. "Honestly, E...Eisuke.." His chest heaves as you increase your pace, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers brushing his soft light brown hair. "I'm not in love with Eisuke." You encourage by adjusting your hips, grinding his crotch and hear his irresistible groans when your wet heat clasp around him. "Please...Mia.."

Taking a deep breath, you pause and stare at the box by the chair. Taking one last glace at the struggling mobster before bending over to the side and grab the plastic in your hand, strapping it around his waist and aiming at your entrance with his neglect dick beneath your buttcheeks. This somehow turns him on further more, you take in the toy slowly, letting out a low moan. It's not as long and as big as Soryu's but it's all you have, "I wish it's you inside me." You whisper into his ear, "God!" He mutters as you rock your hips in circles, arching up and down. He shoves his hips up for you to sink down deeper onto him, moaning out loud, you push your hips even harder down, filling your needy pussy with the plastic cock.

Wrapping one arm around his neck while pulling his hair with the other, his head tucks against your chest as he tries to follow your movements, panting and groaning while occasionally licking your nipple. Tongue swirling around it, driving you insane, "Sor...Soryu..." It feels good, not because the toy is filling you up but because Soryu is marking you although only with his lips this time. Bouncing your ass up and down and in circles, you moan his name over and over.

Watching you in ecstasy, Soryu growls and begins matching your pace by brushing his dick against your occupied pussy and buttcheeks. Imagining the toy as his dick, you rock faster, pulling him in for a passionate kiss and he complies by tilting his head to deepen it. Riding mercilessly as the dildo hits your sweet spots, tightening your thighs around his hips with his his mouth back to sucking and nipping your nipple, causing you another loud moan and shout his name.

He can’t handle it anymore, "I'm....gonna..." He comes hard with his hot seeds all over your buttcheeks and lower back. Guiding his one hand to your clit and rub it fiercely, sending heat right to your core. "Make ... me.. cum, Sor... Soryu.." You barely finish the sentence and soon feel your wall clench around the toy with the waves of pleasure exploding from your belly. After a few more thrusts, you’re both in mess, your bodies shuddering and quivering against each other. With his face buries in your chest as he tries to catches his breath.

Oh ----fuck!!!! That’s the only word comes to Mamoru’s mind as Eisuke's eyes are darken with rage. The room is filled with dead silence, nobody dares to move a muscle or to even breath. His eyes pierces right through the screens, the sick kidnappers have included all cameras angles in the feed for Eisuke to watch. Averting his gaze from the top left corner which shows the close up of you and Soryu staring into each other's eyes like you are the only people in the world to the lower right screen with his hands still gripping onto your ass along with his overthrow cum dripping down from your lower back. Eisuke stares at that very spot, glaring at that dragonfly tattoo on your lower back which he has never seen before.

Chapter 16

Writer’s Notes

1. Yes I need Eisuke to see this- to feel betrayed, jealous and fooled 2. I need him to see the tattoo 3. The Soryu I understand would never sleep with her until he has confessed to his best friend, I try my best to honor that 4. Mika respects that about Soryu 5. Soryu and Mika are not necessarily in love but undeniable attraction between the two 6. It’s not really cheating when Mika isn’t Eisuke’s real girlfriend =P 7. Also, I think it rises an interesting pov IF that’s really Mia and she’s no longer in love with Eisuke, would this situation be CHEATING?

I know some really hate Mika but I need Eisuke to witness all that, to finally realizes how hurtful it is and how amazing his REAL girlfriend Mia has been.

[horrorslashergirl]

A Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans x Preston Fanfiction

I don‘t know what I just wrote, but cut me some slack. I wanted to try and write some more male x male and ended up using #1 slasher Jesse. Plus I wanted to experiment some on their ‘mysterious’ relationship.

They say that some things should stay hidden behind closed doors and Jesse was a very discrete man; been a wealthy CEO with a secret killing organization took some talent and Jesse was that kind of man, but even the most gruesome killers have hidden secrets, excluding the hobby of murdering and snuff-filming these crimes.

Now, Jesse was known by his past partners and sadly deceased wife, that he had a very high libido, and loved young, pretty women, but he also liked to play for the other team. The ones in his organization never questioned or dared to make fun of his sexuality, unless they had a death wish or fetish on themselves.

Preston was his second in command next to Spann, her being more of an assistant to the tall and bald man. Jesse and Preston had known each other for a long time, probably in their earlier twenties when little by little Jesse put the legs together of this now billions of dollars organization.

What started as a fool around and joke of misunderstood sexuality, turned into something much deeper and ended up between bedsheets.

It was kind of funny to picture this two together, always at each others necks in a constant competition of who’s the best killer or who’s the manliest.

The first time started as any other night of no killing piggies. Preston joined Jesse into a night of drinking at his house, discussing the possibilities of new piggies to hunt, until they started an argument of no reason. It was full of tension, getting into each others faces, Preston being much smaller than Jesse, eyes glaring into each others, lips pulled into a snarl and it was too much, until Jesse grasped Preston by the back of his neck, pulling the smaller male into a kiss full of anger, lust and tension that you can cut it with a knife.

When the kiss ended the black haired male had his eyes wide open, mouth parted, not knowing what to say.

“Boss...This is....I didn’t knew.” Now, Preston wasn’t a shy man, much like Jesse he had women at his feet and how could he not? Slicked black hair, dark eyes that could make you shiver, handsome smirk, sharp jawline...the whole package.

‘Don’t question me. Do you want this or not?’ Jesse signed, his breathing matching Prestons.

None could picture the headstrong Preston as gay, and he always made that clear when some of the organization questioned his relationship with the boss, but now? He didn’t knew; call him bi-curious, but he had to admit that the temptation of being bedded by his boss and also very good friend of a long time was getting to him

Prestons reply was simple, he pulled Jesse into a kiss, his hands grasping his black dress-shirt. Now that was a surprise for the taller male, he knew Preston very well, but he never knew that he would drop the wall and let him has his way.

Neverless, Jesse was happy and reciprocated the kiss with vigor.

The next few hours were a blur for mostly; both of them undressed, leave for their black dress shirts open as Jesse had Preston on his lap, their lengths hard, the bald mans hand wrapped around their cocks, rubbing them together and smearing the precum on the heads.

Jesse’s brown eye took in the blushing and pleasure-filled face of the man on his lap, usually always trying to be intimidating, trying to play the alpha male title. How wrong Preston was; if there was an Alpha male, Jesse was it.

“F-Fuck...Boss.” Preston groaned, his hands on the others broad shoulder.

Jesse pulled away from their lengths so he could sign.

‘No. Call me Jesse. This is not work.’

He will give Preston this luxury, of calling him by his first name.

Next Preston found himself on his knees between Jesse’s legs, sucking the bigger male off or at last trying to fit what he could into his mouth. Jesse’s hand rubbed on the black hair atop of the smaller males head, urging him to suck.

It was the first time Preston saw what was his boss packing and he understood why all the females Jesse had bedded came stumbling and complained the next day of soreness.

Jesse was big, so much bigger than Preston, girthy and veiny, plus the tattoo flames at the base of his dick made it all the more intimidating. All that Preston worried about was how? How was he going to fit that inside him.

Like he read his thoughts Jesse pulled him away, stopping his sucking.

‘Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna make it fit.’ he signed. Well, that didn’t relaxed him.

The preeping was a little weird at first, been bend over Jesse’s desk with all his clothe off and legs spread wide, Preston felt vulnerable, especially when he felt the others man hand on his back, rubbing the tense muscels. Jesse spread the black haired males buttcheeks, seeing the puckered and small hole. Yes, its gonna be a long ride, but he knew it would be worth it; having Preston surrender completley to him.

The 30 minutes of preparing went more like hours, being lubed and having Jesse stretch him with his fingers was making him groan and moan, even whimper, sounds that he had never made in his life during sexual activities.

Then he felt nothing and that only scared Preston more. He turned his head over his shoulder, seeing Jesse lube his own cock and he gulped down, feeling the head of his boss cock rub onto his puckered hole, pushing against the tight muscels.

He grinded his teeth, feeling the head slip inside, then the rest, slowly and gentle, so unlike Jesse. It made him wonder if it was really Jesse who had him being fucked.

Both of them stilled as Jesse managed to fit everything inside, he had to control himself or else he would destroy Preston and it would be nothing benefic, for neither of them.

It all started slow, pulling out and pushing in, one pair of hands grasping the edge of the desk, the other pair grasping hips. From afar you could confuse this as making love, but it wasn’t love, not in Jesse’s opinion; it was pure ownership and male domination, only Preston didn’t realized that.

When he felt the other relax he started to pick things up, with each thrust the power he send into Prestons body was more intense. The black haired male felt himself closing in, but it was ripped from him as Jesse pulled away from him, picking him up and walking out of his office and upstairs to his bedroom.

Prestons eyes widened as he saw them approach the big double doors that lead to Jesse’s master bedroom and the king-sized bed that only the luckiest had ever seen. He was thrown on his back on the bed, his eyes taking in Jesse’s form, so intimidating, the tattoos shining with sweat over his body, chest heaving up and down.

“W-What?” his voice was rasped, feeling weird in his boss bed.

‘You’re mine now, little bitch.’ Jesse signed, glaring down at him, then pulled his legs apart, showing himself back inside, making the male underneath him choke on a silent scream.

The next minutes were intense and he felt so dizzy, being mounted by Jesse, his hands pinned on either side of his head, their eyes looking into each other, then he felt it, the most mind-crushing orgasm of his life, jets of cum painting both of their torso in white.

Preston was ready for Jesse to pull out as he felt him twitch inside him, but his eyes widened as he felt a warm feeling deep inside him, something that made his toes curl. He just came inside him.

“W-Why? P-Pull out.” Preston tried to say, only for his jaw to be grasped tightly by the Alpha male. A warning.

Jesse let his jaw go, so he could sign to Preston.

‘I don’t think you realize in what situation you are, but let me clear things up for you. I own you and if you want to have a smooth life in my organization I suggest you learn to know your place...That includes being underneath me...from all points of view.’

That’s maybe the first time Preston was really scared of Jesse and he realized it now. Being bedded by Chromeskull always came with a price.