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cadencejames87 · 2 years

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Forever Mine: Part 3

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Chapter Summary: Bucky works on convincing you that you're his, while Steve tries to piece things together.

Word Count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Physical & Sexual Assault (groping, choking, hitting both open and closed fist), As mentioned in part 1 references to the Highway of Tears *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts *

*Dividers in story by @whimsicalrogers *

You sleep in the passenger seat of Bucky’s SUV as he drives. Passing by the Kingfisher Lake welcome sign, you begin to stir. You blink away the sleep allowing your eyes to adjust to your surroundings. You close your eyes, stretch your sore muscles, and turn to look out your window at the passing street lamps.

Bucky observes you with caution.

You turn forward, squinting through the windshield with confusion. “Where are we?” You wonder aloud groggily. A sudden pain has you wincing and pulling down the visor to study your face, fingers trembling as they trace over the fresh cuts and bruises.

“I have something for the pain.” Your head whips to the man driving. He fishes out a white paper bag from the centre console, and you flinch, leaning back against your door as he hands it over. You scan the vehicle, panic-stricken. “There should be bottled water in the bag behind my seat.” You glance behind him. Bucky again offers the bag of pills. “Take them it'll help with the pain.”

You reluctantly take the bag from his hand. “Who are you? Wh-where are you taking me?” You question, though not completely fearful, more confused, your memory hazy in many areas.

“Y/N, it's fine, it's me...” You stare back incredulously. “James... Your husband. The Doctor said it would be alright if I took you home.”

You shake your head, still disoriented. “What? No. What happened? I remember laying in the rain and... sirens.” Your brow furrows as you struggle to remember anything.

“I took my eyes off you for one second. If I had just pulled over, right then, when I spotted you. I'm sorry, it's okay now, you're safe.” He tries to reassure you looking from the road to you as much as possible.

“Am I?”

“I would never hurt you.” You let out a groan and grasp your throbbing head. “Please, take your pills. I hate seeing you like this.” Bucky reaches behind his seat and digs around. He pulls out a bottle of water and offers it to you, though you only stare. “Y/N, take the bottle.“ You finally take the bottle.

“What does, when you spotted me, mean?”

“Look, take your pills, drink your water. We'll be home in no time and I’ll explain everything.”

“No, I want you to pull over right now and—"

“And what? Let you out? It’s minus ten in the middle of a mountain highway.” He argues gently.

“I don’t even know you.” You grumble under your breath.

“But you do. You were attacked, Y/N. You’re in shock.”

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You hurry across the street, glancing back over your shoulder as you cut through the alley and run into a large frame, Jack Rollins. The slush in your hand splashes to the ground. “Hey, darling.” Jack flirts as he steps forward.

You step back, looking over your shoulder as a second man enters the alley, Brock Rumlow. You are trapped. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.” You beg, turning so the men now flank you. You try to back away, and they follow. “I have money.” You search your pockets.

“It’s not your money we want.” Rumlow smirks, fingers gliding up your arm. Suddenly Jack pins you against the wall, groping your chest. You knee him in the groin, and he topples over. “Bitch.” He chokes out.

Brock catches you by the arm before you can escape, his other hand swinging up and backhanding you with a loud SMACK. He drags you back towards Jack, blocking you from the view of the street. “Get up, Rollins.” Rumlow removes a pair of zip tie cuffs. “Now, let’s get these on our prize.”

Jack climbs to his feet and marches closer to you. He grabs you by the hair and hits you in the face. “You think you’re funny?” He strikes you again and chokes you, slowly losing consciousness.

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You read the prescription bottle in your name, Y/F/N Barnes. “And the doctor just let me leave without any scans or tests? Did they say anything? D-did we make a report? And why is that all I can remember?” You drop the bottle on your lap and rub your head on the verge of frustrated tears.

“Y/N, doll, I couldn’t let you wake up in there connected to all those machines. We'll get you home, you can rest in familiar surroundings, and we’ll visit our family doctor later in the week.” He squeezes your thigh in comfort.

Pulling away, you stare out your window, turning forward when Bucky turns down a dirt road. You look over your shoulder and watch as the lights disappear and darkness engulfs the car. “You’re safe, Y/N.” His earlier words echo in your mind. Your eyes fall to the pills and bottle of water in your lap, the only light emanating from the dashboard.

Lieutenant Rambeau drops a stack of files on the desk, placing her hands on her hips as she paces, exasperated beyond belief. “What was that?” She stops to face Zemo.

Officer Zemo sits comfortably in front of her desk. He tilts his head in a questioning manner.

“Your measuring contest with the husband of the victim.” She reminds him.

“If it is her husband,” Zemo mumbles under his breath.

Lieutenant Rambeau stares at Zemo, arms crossed and jaw tense.

“How do we know Y/N didn't run off with a boyfriend or lover?”

“Is that what happened to you?” Zemo looks away. “I see the tan line where a ring should be. And I’m guessing this is the first investigation you have been invited to shadow. Maybe you’re not ready.” Lieutenant Rambeau turns a blind eye to the alarmed look on Zemo's face as she takes a seat behind her desk. “We leave that shit at home and investigate all avenues until they run dry; that is our job.” Rambeau turns her attention to the files on her desk. The knows all too well, how time sensitive a missing persons case can be. “There's nothing for us at the hospital, security system was undergoing maintenance.”

Zemo clears his throat and sits up straighter. “S-same goes for the scene.” He clears his throat again, attempting to find more confidence in his words. “Some kids smashed an overhead camera in the back alley where husband number one found our vic.” He hands her photos of the evidence, both on the scene and in the lab; the plastic remains of a small drone puzzled together.

Lieutenant Rambeau lets out a heavy sigh. “There are cameras everywhere these days. How do we come up with nothing?” She hands the photos back to Officer Zemo.

“We can start with Y/N Rogers, look into who she is, her family... Husband.” It’s safe to say Zemo's confidence had returned.

Though Rambeau is naturally skeptical, massaging her temples, anticipating an argument. “His demeanour speaks that of a desperate man. He's angry. He wants his wife back.” She defends, rolling her shoulders. “We rule out anything domestic, check their records, bank accounts—"

Officer Zemo hurries to jot everything down. “We're looking for large sums transferred, right?”

Lieutenant Rambeau confirms with a brisk nod. “There was no ransom; at least not yet.”

“Revenge?”

“Does the Rogers family have enemies? What do they do? Who is Steve, and who is Y/N? Most importantly, who is Bentley London?

Bucky pulls up the driveway of a beautiful two-story country house with a wrap-around porch. The house and yards lie encompassed by forest.

“I don’t remember this.” You lean forward, staring at the house through the windshield. There is a sense of familiarity, though it feels wrong. Why is your mind so broken? Are you forcing this as a memory? Or is it in there, buried?

“We were barely here a year.” He shrugs, heartbroken. "You could be remembering our first home?" You give him a perplexed look and shake your head as you return your attention to the house. Bucky reaches to touch your cheek, pulling back at the last second. He leaves you to examine the house as he climbs out. You watch him walk up the front steps and wait for you.

Bucky's shoulders slump. He gnaws at his lip, head hanging low as he plays with the keys in his hands. Anything to distract from the burning desire to march back to the vehicle, rip open your door, and pull you into his arms.

You hesitate to exit, grasping the bottle of water and pills tight. Though something about the man in front of you calls out to you, your mind floods with fear, anxiety, and suspicion, in need of reassurance and comfort through familiarity. You reluctantly climb out of the SUV and join him, hoping to find what you seek inside the house.

Steve leans on the rail of his balcony. Cell phone in hand, eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Breen sits with his wife, Maya Lopez, in the breakfast nook of their one-story bungalow. Maya taps the screen to get Steve’s attention. As soon as he opens his eyes, she signs, “what if we drove out tomorrow? I could keep an eye on the little ones while you and Breen—"

“Maya, I appreciate you wanting to help—"

“You can’t stop us from coming up there, Steve! You know how much she means to us.” Breen argues.

“She’s family,” Maya adds, her motions and demeanour conveying finality.

“We can’t interfere with an active investigation.” Steve reasons.

“And why not?” Maya furrows her brow, nodding in agreement with Breen’s inquiry.

“What am I supposed to do, Breen?”

“We’re JTF2, who’s more qualified to find her than us?”

Steve paces the small balcony. “Fuck!” He drops into a chair, leaning forward, arms resting on his thighs.

“Come on, Cap, give me the word,” Breen smirks.

“He gave them a name, and he had pictures of her on his phone. They didn’t even talk to her.” He looks off towards the mountain skyline, the moon high in the sky and a sliver of orange still visible beyond the peaks.

Maya looks to Breen and motions to Steve with a shrug. “What are you thinking?” Breen asks reading her thoughts.

Steve turns back to the screen. “I don’t know yet, but I should have been there. I’m supposed to keep her safe.”

“Then we find her, together. Just give me the word.”

Steve lets out a HEAVY SIGH.

Maya catches Steve’s attention with a wave of her hand. “How are the babies doing?”

Steve glances back over his shoulder. “They're finally asleep. It took me forever to get them down. It seems so effortless for her.”

“Stev—"

“I know she’s had more practice with me always away,” he pauses, regretting how much he missed while fighting for his country. “Maybe you should come and grab them. I need to figure some shit out. I’ll call in the morning.” He ends the call, returns to the railing, and looks up at the stars above.

You stare at the moon and stars above as Bucky unlocks the door and steps inside. He holds the door, turning to admire you with a soft smile. You wander inside only to pause in the entryway, taken back by the emptiness.

A winding set of stairs off the foyer lead to the second floor above. Beyond the stairs are the kitchen and dining room. The living area and an office stand on either side of the entrance.

Bucky steps closer, placing his hand lovingly on the small of her back, eyes trained on you. You can't help the quiet gasp that escapes your lips as you stand taller and step out of his reach. "Let's talk in here." He sweeps his hand towards the living area, masking the sting of your response. You take the lead, unaware of how he studies your every movement.

The living room is empty, except for a single sectional, veiled by a sheet, in front of a palladian window, and a wedding photo hung above the mantel, covered in a thin layer of dust.

You are drawn to the picture, skeptical yet curious, stepping over a white sheet bunched in a crumpled mess on the floor. "It doesn’t feel like it’s me." You are rooted in your spot, transfixed by the image of you and him, wrapped in each other's arms on a dance floor surrounded by fairy lights.

Bucky busies himself, scooping up the white fabric and folding it neatly as he stands next to you. "You’ve been missing a long time, nearly six years." You turn fast, eyes wide. "It’s the only reason I wanted to leave as soon as we did. What do you remember before today?"

I don’t... I--" A faint memory of children laughing and playing in the snow. "I had a family." You look at Bucky. "A husband and kids." You look around the room. "Nobody lives here, at least not a family." You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you try to focus on the memory. "I can’t see their faces, it... it’s foggy."

Bucky sets the folded sheet on the mantel and takes a seat on the arm of the sectional. He fidgets with the ring on his finger, eyes trained on the logs in the fireplace. "We never had kids." He looks up as you turn to meet his eyes. "I mean, we were trying, you and I." His head falls. But not before you catch the pain in his eyes. "And then one day, you just didn’t come home." He shrugs. "I haven’t been back here since. It’s been too hard." Bucky admits, finally returning his eyes to yours. "Can I show you something?"

He looks so broken. Your heart aches for this stranger, your husband. You nod, hoping to find the answers you seek while bringing him peace before he falls apart. Bucky stands, hand outstretched and waiting. Your eyes fall to his right hand, the other hidden in his pocket. He quickly shoves his free hand into his pocket with a sigh and motions with his head for you to follow.

Bucky leads the way upstairs. He can't help to look back every few seconds as if you will disappear if he looks away too long. You enter a room with a plastic drop cloth protecting the floor. "Are you going to kill me now?"

Shaking his head, “just trust me. Look around."

When you actually take the time to scan the room, you notice the drop cloths also protect a pair of cribs. Beneath the plastic on the floor is a small round arc reactor rug, fitting snug between the cribs. Buckets of paint and supplies lay neatly along the baseboard under an unfinished superhero mural. Two halves of a shield (Cap & Bucky.) An outline of the babies' names, Jamie & Lucas, is scrawled within the shield. Below is a quote: "I'm with you til the end of the line."

You turn to Bucky, curious. "I thought--"

"The room was off limits to me until you finished, and then..." His voice wavers. "When you went missing, I--" He bites his tongue, blinking away tears.

"Where are they?"

He can't bear to look you in the eye, pained by the loss. "I mean, I only just found you." He looks up to find you hugging yourself as you continue to take in the room. "I promise you I’ll go back. I-I’ll look for them, and we’ll talk to the police when you’re ready."

You turn on Bucky, angry. "I think maybe you should’ve done that before taking me."

"Don't say it like that, like I abducted you or something," he argues back and instantly regrets his outburst when you recoil from him. "I'm sorry. You’re right, I just... I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you again." He takes a step forward, and you back away. "Y/N..." This might be it, the moment he breaks. "It’s been years, and they’ve done shit all. For all they care, you’re just another woman lost on the Highway of Tears." Bucky holds it together, reaching out for you.

You shake your head.

"Look, I know this is a lot. Let me at least show you to our room." His hand drops with your hesitation. "I’ll take the couch." He searches your eyes. "Please. You need to rest, and we can revisit this in the morning." He extends his left hand, and you finally place your palm in his. Something about it put you at ease. Maybe it was his willingness to be vulnerable with you. Hopefully your trust is not misplaced and your memories will soon return.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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I’ve got an idea! How about a Police reader who arrests Felix for drunk driving before the kids die?

Finally a good ending we deserve-

.........

Being a police officer who worked late shifts meant that some nights were quiet, while others were...tense. But even slightly tense situations could turn deadly if you weren't quick and careful with your response to them.

It's truly a matter of life or death, not only for you but also for those surrounding you. So you had to be on your guard even if nothing remarkable was happening.

Sure, the roads along Saint Juana's forest were quiet especially at this time of night, though from experience you knew it didn't always stay that way..

Such as right now for instance, when a sleek black car was barreling down the road. It practically flew by your own car, swerving in a way that was all too familiar to you.

In a way that a distracted or drunk driver would.

Welp, time for you to go to work.

"So much for a peaceful night.." You sighed to yourself, turning on your lights and sirens before you began following the car.

'Please cooperate and make my life easier.'

...........

"Uncle Felix? That cop's following us, slow down."

"I know, Eddie. Just...damnit, why now? I just wanna go home and...and sleep." Felix slurred as he gripped the wheel, his vision growing hazier by the second. He was anxious about getting caught, and for a moment he thought about speeding up to lose the officer.

He had no idea there was even one on these roads.

"C-Can you stop, please?" Molly pleaded, hugging Rocket as she looked back at the blue and red lights. "You should always stop for the police."

Although his drunkenness clouded a majority of his judgement, he managed to have enough sense to listen to her. He reluctantly pulled over and stopped, groaning as he rested his head on the wheel.

Maybe the kids were right. Maybe he drank a bit more than usual. He forgot how much he even had, but it wasn't his fault that the school had a "drinking zone" established.

Regardless, he was glad he stopped driving for the time being. Now he can just take a nap and forget the world.

Forget the divorce..and Ja-

Tap tap

The sounds startled Felix wide awake, though he saw it was you--the officer--at the window. He rolled it down and smiled up at you. "Evenin' officer."

"Evening." You greeted, noting that his breath practically reeked of alcohol. "You were speeding quite a lot. You nearly took out my side mirror."

"Oh...Oh fuck..I'm sorry 'bout that. I'm just trying to get my friend's kids home. I'm supposed to get 'em back by nine." Despite his attempts to act sober, he was clearly failing.

Ed and Molly remained silent in the backseat, not wanting to snitch and accidentally anger their uncle again.

"I understand, but may I see some license and registration?"

For a few good moments, he seemed to forget where he put those. He was even struggling to get his ID out of his own wallet, which made you fully convinced he was drunk driving.

"Ah, Felix Kranken?" You hummed as you looked at the card. The name was familiar. You've seen it show up in advertisements for a new restaurant that would be opening soon, alongside the other founder's name.

"Y-Yeah, the one and only." He chuckled.

"Do you mind stepping out of the car for me?" You asked politely, returning the ID to him. "I have reasons to believe you're under the influence and...possibly endangering those kids." As you spoke, you peered into the window to see the two clearly worried kids. "So I need to run some tests."

Felix's heart sank into his stomach, realizing just how screwed he was. Absolutely everything went wrong with his life today.

Not only did Linda divorce him, but Jack couldn't be bothered to ask if he was doing okay, instead making him be a "taxi service" to his two youngest children.

And the fact you were probably going to arrest him, which would ruin his chances to help Jack open the business he worked so hard to bring to life, became the last straw.

He choked out a drunken sob, shaking his head. "I-I'm sorry, I'm..I'm just so tired. I just got divorced and..I-I'll admit it..I got serious problems. Do you have to arrest me? Is there anything I can do??"

"If you're admitting that you're drunk, then..unfortunately I have to arrest you, Mr. Kranken." Honestly, you felt bad for the guy. But you needed to consider the possibly of him trying to use his position and personal problems as an excuse.

No matter who he was, or what was going on in his life, he wasn't above the law.

"M-My life is over. Oh god..wh-what am I gonna tell Jack?!" Felix began crying, but he complied in stepping out of the car, although he abruptly collapsed to his knees. He didn't even try to get up.

Your heart broke a little as you heard Molly trying to console him, telling him "everything is going to be okay."

For young children, they were so calm and understanding as you explained why you were arresting their uncle--reassuring that neither of them were in trouble--and got their dad's contact information, which was conveniently written on their bunny plushie's tag.

You were glad you stopped the car when you did..or god knows what could've happened to them.

On the other hand Felix was acting like the child, sobbing and hiccupping when you handcuffed him and led him into your car. He seemed more terrified of his business partner finding out than the fact he could've killed Ed and Molly.

Either way, it was better than him being an angry drunk. You've come across quite a few of those uncooperative jerks who denied they were drinking, even trying to run away from you while handcuffed.

But even so...seeing his tearful face as he apologized over and over was a difficult sight.

You were just doing your duty. And you've possibly saved all three of their lives tonight.

That was all that mattered.

#clanask #anonymous #the walten files x reader #walten files x reader #felix kranken x reader #twf x reader

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ptergwen · 3 years

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favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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home

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

request: okok i have a mob!tom idea... what about tom having to work until veeeryyyy late at night cause he’s like drowning in paperwork and all that mob crap i wouldn’t know about... and when he finally stops he comes to your room to find you asleep and he’s like instantly relieved to see his princess after all that stress (can involve some smutty smut or else what’s the point). by anonymous

warnings: smut but it’s soft

word count: 1.7k

notes: ok i love this concept + this has been a wip for a while now and i’m honestly not sure how i like it, i kinda struggled for some reason but i hope you enjoy. this wasn’t rly what i wanted to post first and i’m kinda nervous tbh but here you go! just a short, sweet smut to get back in the groove <3

There was something reassuring and almost soothing to Tom about coming home to you after a long day at work. His days were sometimes filled with blood, betrayal, violence, frustrations, and nothing good––but none of that would matter when he stepped into the comfort of your bedroom, the warmth of your embrace, basked in the light of your presence.

He would often feel the tension rolling off of his shoulders as soon as he set his eyes on you, the light of his life. No matter how dark his days would get, how brutal his job forced him to become, you would always bring him back to you, with your words, your company.

Tonight, was luckily not bloody, but rather boring and exhausting. Tom spent hours in a room with dozens of other men, bosses, associates of other mobs writing up agreements, making deals, negotiations over territories, clubs, money. He was done with them all the minute he stepped foot at the designated meetup location and even texted you throughout the meeting to get through it. As soon as everything was done he was the first one out of the door.

You often tried to stay up and wait for him on long nights like these, but sometimes, you couldn’t overcome the fatigue, and Tom couldn’t blame you. As he stepped into your bedroom quietly, he perked up when he noticed the light was still on but smiled softly when he noticed your figure curled up on the bed. You were dressed in your pajamas, since it was technically early in the morning now, but you were lying on top of the covers, meaning you had tried to stay up but ultimately failed.

Tom slowly closed the door, careful not to make too much noise and put his cufflinks away first, in the dish on the dresser, then he went into the walk-in closet and put his shoes away before undressing down to his boxers. It wasn’t until he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up before bed that you woke up, the sound of running water stirring you awake.

“Tommy?” Your voice was sleepy and saccharine, luring him to bed like a siren. “Is that you?”

“Yeah baby, I’m here.” He dried off and shut off the bathroom light before making his way over to your side. He bent down and brought a hand to your cheek, gently holding your face as he looked at you with tired eyes.

You cleared your throat, your eyes blinking up at him slowly. “Did you just get here?”

He nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek, this close to lulling you back to sleep. “Meeting went on for ages. They just would not stop talking.” You knew he was honestly irritated, but the frown on his face and the furrow between his brows was nothing but cute to you and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of laughter, making him smile down at you.

“Get in bed with me?”

“Of course.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and climbed over you, pulling the covers out from under you and tucking the both of you in. You turned in his arms and placed a hand on his neck, looking up at him fondly. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours gently, leaving a few small pecks that got longer and longer until you were pulling each other closer, desperate to feel one another. You were breathing slowly and deeply, in sync, your arms wrapped around each other tightly.

You rubbed your thighs together, suddenly remembering how needy you had gotten when he was gone before you had fallen asleep. You took a deep breath and sighed at the feeling and Tom quirked a brow, immediately recognizing the sound.

He pulled away slightly and brought his hand back up to your cheek, taking note of the glint in your gaze. “I know that look in your eye, darling.” He smirked softly. “Someone feeling a bit needy?”

“Please.” You pouted, mind too tired to let out full sentences and Tom was quick to indulge you.

His hand trailed down between your legs and raised his brows when he felt the wetness on your panties. “See you kept busy while I was gone, hm darling?” You nodded innocently and he growled, capturing your lips with his, his voice hot and heavy with need as he whispered against your mouth. “Yeah? You touched your pretty pussy thinking about me while I was away? Such a naughty little thing.” He quickly slipped your panties off and out of the way and bit his lip at how you purred and arched under his touch, your body practically melting from the touch it was desperately aching for.

You rolled your hips as his fingers swiped between your folds, spreading your mess around almost lovingly. Tom slipped a finger inside you and kissed down to your neck, making sure to leave a few bold marks just the way he liked. You felt him smirk against your skin before his tongue swiped against it, a second finger making its way into you. It didn’t take long for him to find and tease your spot with his fingertips––the feeling making you gasp and writhe under him, your hands desperately reaching to grab his hair in one and his arm in the other.

He pumped his digits in and out of you at a teasing pace until your skin felt hot and you could barely breathe, until he could see from the look in your eye and the way your lips parted, unable to let words pass through them, that you needed more. Soon enough, his fingers were quickly pounding into you, the sound of your wetness against his hand almost deafening in the quiet room.

He nuzzled against your cheek adoringly as if he wasn’t touching your most sensitive parts. His voice was as soft as his lips as they grazed against your skin. “Come on lovie, fall apart on my fingers. Wanna feel you make a mess in my palm.” He pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves and your fingers dug further into him, your mouth dropping open as you finally reached your peak.

Your back arched slowly and you swore you could feel every muscle in your body from your head to your toes as the pleasure spread through your core, your stomach, and down your thighs. The world went silent for a few seconds until you came to again, the feeling of Tom’s lips against your cheek and his fingers soothingly rubbing between your legs bringing you back.

You blinked slowly a few times before turning to look at him, a lazy smile on your face. You slid a hand up to his jaw and closed the distance between you, thanking him through a passionate kiss. You tried to pull him on top of you and he obliged, sliding between your legs without pulling away from your lips. He pressed his hips down against yours and you gasped into the kiss from the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core.

Tom sucked on your bottom lip and pulled away teasingly slowly to look in your eyes, one of his hands caressing your cheek, the other holding him up. “Are you sure you’re not too tired, love?”

You shook your head immediately, “Just want you. Need you.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Well my girl always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” You bit your lip and nodded up at him cheekily, prompting him to kiss you again, this time on the lips. He pulled his member out and lined up at your entrance, swallowing your moans as he slid into you. He bottomed out and ground his hips against yours, relishing in the gasp you let out. He took both of your hands and pinned them on either side of you head, his fingers interlocked with yours as he started to thrust into you, his eyes watching you fondly and lustfully.

You whined and looked up at him, “Missed you Tommy.”

“Yeah baby?” He moved closer and let his lips graze yours. “Well I missed this tight cunt too.” You moaned loudly, your head tilting back and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, leaning down to thrust deeper and slower, letting you feel every inch of him inside of you, all of his warmth on top of you.

The two of you were holding on to each other, almost merging with how close you were––moaning and panting as you raced towards your highs. Your lips slotted together messily and desperately but still lovingly as you got closer and closer.

“Can feel you clenching baby. Shit––You gonna come on my cock?”

You wrapped your arms and legs around him tight and nodded, “Yes, please Tommy make me come––”

He slid his hand down to play with your clit the way you needed and groaned as his pace got sloppier, his thrusts deep and hard. “Fuck, come on darling, let go. Wanna feel you drip down my cock, that’s it––”

Your fingertips dug into his back and he buried his face into the crook of your neck as your back arched again, a sharp moan ripping from your throat as your body shuddered under his before he came undone soon after, biting your shoulder as he filled you up.

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while before Tom started to get up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could until he reached your lips, making you smile giddily. Though he wanted to stay in your arms forever if he could, he knew it was only right that he get up to clean you up.

After gently dismissing your whines and pouts for him to stay in bed and kissing the back of your hand before promising to come back soon––it wasn’t long before he had tenderly cleaned you up with a soft washcloth and gotten back in bed with you.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you again, resuming the first position you’d been in when he’d first gotten home. You placed your head on his chest and looked up at him sleepily with a small smile which he returned.

He pressed his lips against your forehead and swiped his thumb across your cheek, lulling you to sleep yet again. “You are the love, the light of my life.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. “And you’re my home.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland request #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fic #mob!tom holland #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland smut #mob!tom holland oneshot #mob!tom holland fic

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blackresin75 · 3 years

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The Heart of My Sea

TW: Choking, virgin reader, rough sex, loving sex, bondage, nipple play, oral (fem receiving), and overstimulation.

A/N: Hey so this is my first fic like this so please tell me what you think. My roommate did help me out a LOT @violinwizard thank you so much. This is for the Mythology and Folklore collab so please check out the others here. I have the masterlist reposted.

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Dad always tried to control where you went. He wanted you to stay in his sight when you weren’t with the others luring sailors to their deaths. You’ve never wanted to kill but it was your only saving grace from your fathers grasp, but maybe that was what makes the Captain of the Midnight Rose so alluring.

The main crew looked to be about the same age as you and your friends, they also looked more content in their place on deck. Your feelings of jealousy grew more and more as each ship passed by and sank. Maybe that’s how you ended up in this position, stuck in a net blinded by jealousy and rage.

You feel the coarse net grind against your skin as you struggle to get free. The thrashing around causes the net to scrape up your arms and your tail. No matter how much you squirm, The coarse fibers don’t budge. You feel the water sink below you as you rise up. Panic starts to set in your chest as the light from the surface grows brighter.

“Shit, shit! No no no no fuck!” The ropes cut deep into your skin as your thrashing grows desperate, you feel the salt water flow around your body. You break the surface gasping frantically, thinking of all the stories of sirens before, kidnapped and left for dead. You've seen the aftermath, but you never dreamed it would happen to you.

Your breathing soothes but the panicky feeling in your chest doesn’t leave. You can hear gruff voices, but you can’t hear anything outside of the beating of your heart and the surge of the waves. The panic becomes so immense that by the time you’re set down on the mahogany deck you are already too far gone

When you wake up, all you can see is the shadow of a man on the far side of the deck. At first, his eyes are all you notice, deep and black as the ocean on a new moon night. There’s a scar running under the left one, giving him a dangerous and rugged appearance. He is dressed as many of the sailors you’ve taken to the deep, loose shirt with a deep cut, betraying a strip of an almost well defined chest. His tight pants leave nothing to the imagination, while his long coat makes you wish there was more to see. A scarf hangs around his neck, the end just dipping into the V of his shirt. “I wonder what he would look like in the ocean, all wet and mine for the taking.” The thought comes unbidden and you quickly scold yourself, a blush forming on your cheeks . Someone clears their throat, taking you out of your daydream and you look around at the rest of the crew. Their glares make you look away, and you quickly turn your eyes to the man in front of you. He walks towards you, taking off his trenchcoat and drapes it over your naked figure.

“I’m bringing her into my quarters, if you need anything.” .He stares daggers at the crew, while his hair flies up and eyes turn red, “Don’t.”

With that the roguishly handsome man picks you up and takes you to a cabin below deck. He lays you back on the mattress in the corner of the exquisite cabin, then he leans up against the desk in front of the neat bed. “So, you got a name?”

“Y/n,” you hesitate, “are you going to hurt me, sir?” His eyes go wide, his body stiffens a little, and he bites his lip. Bringing a strong callous hand up, he gently takes a piece of hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“You think I’m going to hurt you?” His whisper carries straight to your heart, the amount of care in his words sends a shiver through your spine. “Well, y/n, I’m Shota Aizawa, I own the Midnight Rose. I know you’re not human, so what the fuck are you exactly? We caught you in the sea, maybe a Kraken, or mermaid, or perhaps a siren.”

His voice gets lower and his face gets closer, you’ve sung songs to sailors that promise their dreams. A lot of sex, but there were a few of just pasta; those songs are your favorite. You can now see the allure of sex and love just by looking into this man’s tired eyes. Instead of answering him, you opt to stay quiet. “Not talking? That’s okay, kitten. I have ways to make you talk.”

Your face darkens even more at his words, why is calling you kitten? What are his ways to make you talk? The panic returns in full force, he sees the fear and panic on your face and he walks over to the bed and puts a loving arm around you. You freeze, and he decides to rub your back, “shhh, kitty, it's okay. I’ll protect you now. I want to know what you’ve been through.”

His gentle reassurance surprises you, it's not everyday that you see someone so handsome and gentle. Someone who doesn’t want to treat you like a toy, but maybe that’s what made you want him to treat you like a toy. Just to see if he still would want you after or throw you back to the sea violated.

“You didn't answer my question, are you going to hurt me, sir?” You lean in closer to Shota. The tension starts to thicken, with just five words.

“Do you want me too?” Shota looks at you differently, he wasn’t malicious or terrifying. He pulls you closer, looking into your eyes, his breath taking up your air. The different songs flew through your head but only one thing felt right.

“I want you.” You lean forward and kiss him with your entire soul. You’ve never felt this way before, and from what Aizawa was reciprocating, he feels it too. The kiss deepens and a heat starts to form in your pussy and gut. He groans into your mouth and he pulls you on top of him. Feeling his hard cock against your pussy sends a shock that jolts through your bones. He grabbed your arms and started kissing where the net cut into your skin.

“I’m sorry y/n, I did this to you. I’m so sorry.” He kisses you everywhere he can touch, soft, loving kisses. When he reaches your neck, it sends shivers down your back, and a moan bubbles up in return. The shivers soon travel to your stomach, where his hands are caressing in full circles, slowly heading upwards. You can feel the rough texture of the coat on your nipples driving the sensitivity to new heights. Suddenly he slips the coat from your shoulders, and you hear it hit the ground at the same time his hand finally hits the swell of your breast.

His lips leave your neck, a whimper escaping your throat at the loss, which is immediately followed by his moan as his mouth closes on the peak of your breast. You feel his tongue circle your nipple, caressing it slowly, and you are awash with heat, striking to a forbidden place in your core. His tongue is soft, and wet, giving you a pleasure never felt before. He grabs your backside possessively, pulling you impossibly closer, you moan, grasping his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself afloat in the rushing tide that is him.

In your state, you barely manage to gasp out a “Don’t stop”, and you clutch harder as he slowly starts to suck on the breast he is tethered to, his tongue still making tortuous movement. One hand lightly caressing your other breast, his other starts to slowly head downwards, mapping your skin, which has started to gather sweat. He gently nudges your thighs apart and begins to descend further into uncharted territory. Before he can reach his destination, he pulls back and meets your eyes.

“Is this ok?” He asks. Frustration hits you at the loss of his ministrations, and you grab him by the scarf, pulling him back to you, “Please, keep going”. You feel his smirk before he begins, this time on the other breast. His hand continues in your depths, to circle around a single point that opens a floodgate. You grasp him tighter, your hand going into his hair in pure joy, as his fingers continue at the same pace, tracing a whole new alphabet on your center.

You want more pressure, you begin to move with him, trying to encourage him to go faster. “Kitten” he admonishes, his voice low, “Do you need more?” You can only moan in response. His hand is suddenly grasping the back of your neck, pulling you away from him, the breath leaves your throat, and you feel as if you're floating, pleasure filling the space of total awareness.

He laughs, “Cat got your tongue?” You want him, want more, you reach out blindly, catching his shirt in the process. You want it gone, you tug, and it floats down beside you. You see his smirk turn sinister.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Do you know what happens when the Kitten gets the cream before she’s meant to?” He slowly takes the scarf off his neck, and before you can comprehend that you can see the sweat coating his neck, he has lowered you to the bed, the scarf wrapping around your wrists, tying you to the bedpost. Panic rises inside you, before it bubbles over, he slowly kisses you, passionately bringing the softer feelings from earlier back into the game. It calms you, enough to notice both his hands have pressed your thighs back to their open stance, and he is moving down your body, his chest heaving. You feel his breath on your lower stomach, his tongue taking just enough time to dip into your belly button before working further down.

The heat is back, flooding your senses as you feel his breath on your thighs where his hand is, you feel his tongue, followed by his teeth, lightly nipping, moving towards the place you want him most. You want to tug him close, but you are restrained from above, you consider thrusting closer, before he is there. You feel his breath on the most intimate part of your body, sending shivers to your very soul, and ripping the part of you wanting to escape away. He sits there making you wait, before you finally feel his tongue on that same spot from earlier.

It is somehow both cold and hot at the same time, and impossibly wet, adding to the sensual feelings bubbling up from inside. The soft tongue is a stark contrast to the nails on both your thighs. With each swipe of his tongue you are brought to new heights. Just left to moan and writhe on the bed, with no hard body to soothe the shivers. Finally his lips close over the nerves, and your soul is drawn from you and into him, you can’t stop moaning, arching off the bed, your feet finding solace along his muscular back. Your thighs crushing the head between them. He groans out, possessively grasping your thighs to pull you closer to the torture that is his mouth. You feel something else on your folds, one of his fingers, gently prying the opening to your depths, which you have just realized is dripping liquid.

His finger sinks deep just as his tongue passes over the top of the nub, and you almost scream, your breath rising, your vision gaining spots. His finger is joined by another as they twist and scoop, scraping against a part of you that sends pure heat to your heart, and your heart to the heavens above. He keeps striking the place inside as his lips pull your very being into him. Once you take a breath, twice, you rise from the bed. Thrice, you are screaming. And then you are falling grasping at the headboard above. You have spots dancing in your eyes and a fire in your belly. As a tsunami of pleasure ripples through you, starting and ending with the man who is still milking you into him.

“Shota, p-p-please” You moan, as you ride out your intense first orgasm. The pleasure comes in waves as Shota cleans you the mess you made with his insatiable tongue. As you come down from your high, he comes up by you and he kisses you with hunger. He slowly pulls away from you, bringing both hands up to cup your beautiful face. One hand gently caresses your cheek and soothes your heated face. He let his thumb wander to your plump lips and let it drag down slowly to see your bottom teeth. With your mouth wide open, he brings his hand, still wet with your juices, to your open mouth.

“Clean, Kitten.” You stick your tongue out a little and lick a small amount of your essence off of him. Shota groans as you lick his fingers coated in your slick. You love the feeling of falling off the edge for him, the world melts as he takes his fingers away and kisses you with full force. He puts the fingers back into your sweet, sticky spot, pumping in and out, until you could feel the heat return. You let out a small whine, “‘s too much, sir.”

He takes his fingers out and you whine again, not wanting his fingers to leave your heat. He lets out a small chuckle, “Do you want me or not? I thought you wanted me, we’re not even close to being finished.”

You let out another whine as he places his fingers back in your pussy. This time he starts with two fingers and quickly slips in a third, stretching you out. He kept pumping you full, hitting the spongy part in you multiple times. He takes out his fingers, hitting your swollen clit on the way out. You feel so close to the edge again. Not wanting the pleasure to stop, you try to bring your hand down to give some much needed friction to your neglected area. The headboard clicks against the wall of the cabin, reminding you of the scarf that ties you up. You glance down and see Aizawa pumping his full, slightly curved, cock, dripping with precum. The engorged tip is a flushed pink, you watch as he mixes your essence with his pre. Satisfied with the prep work, he comes up and grabs your hips, coaxing your legs to wrap around him. He lines up his length with your pussy, and looks at your panicked face.

“Kitten? Are you okay with this? Have you done this before?” His questioning is endearing, you’ve haven’t had sex before, but you know a lot about it. With all of his ministrations on your body, you don’t want it to stop.

“No, but I don’t want you to stop.” You share a breath with Shota, both of you not wanting to break the silence. He looks at you lovingly and whispers a kiss over your mouth.

“Okay, I’ll try to be gentle, Kitten.” His kissing gives you reassurance. He lines his swollen cock to your folds and slowly lets himself into you. The pressure is painful at first and the pain slowly changes to pleasure. You look down to where you are joined and see that only his tip is in. How is that possible? Is he even going to fit? You feel so full already but there is still more? “Shhh, it’s okay Kitten,” he wipes away a stray tear from the pain, “You’re so beautiful.”

He slowly puts more of his large cock in you, pain makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. He caresses your hair, petting you and giving you praise as you take his entire length. As he bottoms out in you, you let out a wail that would put the banshees to shame. You both wait for your tight cunt to adjust to his size. Your chest heaving as you tap on Shota’s shoulder signaling him to start moving.

“I need actual words, Kitten.” You gather your breath and whisper a small yes in his ear. With that small yes, Aizawa kisses you temple and starts to move in your heat. You feel his cock move at an antagonizing pace, and you need more.

“More, sir-” Aizawa growls in your ear, it is already so difficult for him not to lose control and he doesn’t want to hurt you. When you keep calling him sir, the difficulty increases. He picks up speed slowly, moans coming freely from your throat and tears from your eyes. Every now and then he kisses the tears from your eyes and sings your praises.

“My good kitten, doing exactly what I need.” He starts to go faster and harder. Words and moans mixing in your mouth bubbling up to the surface, coming out as much of a mess as your cunt. You feel a coil of heat rise in your stomach as the tip of his cock pounds relentlessly into your cervix. Something was different about this edge, no longer was it the tsunami of pleasure like you knew it. It’s like being sucked into a whirlpool that doesn’t end, the feeling growing larger and larger until you let go.

You hear Shota shouting, “Fuck, I’m cumming, Kitten,” He kisses your lips, as you fall back into the whirlpool of pleasure. You feel thick ropes of cum coat your fluttering walls, you let the whirlpool take you completely. A clear liquid coats both you and Shota as you let out another wail. He looks down at the mess and back to your face. You both let out a little laugh, and he pulls down the covers of his bed. He grabs a blanket from one of the wardrobes and drapes it over you. He clambers into the bed and pulls you close.

“You’re so beautiful. I think I’m falling for you.” He kisses you. You’ve never been the one to believe in love at first sight, but with him, how else could you explain it? You have totally fallen for him since you landed on his deck.

“Shota, I think I love you.” You whisper.

“I think I love you, too.” He kisses your nose lovingly.

“Even if I’m a siren?” He looks at you and brings you into a hug.

“You’re the Heart of my Sea, I will always love you, y/n.”

#bnharem collab #aizawa shouta #pirate #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #bnha smut

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wardlowsbabydoll · 2 years

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Uh may I please request a Raquel González or Cora jade fanfiction or both x short and cubby possible black female reader

Of course! I will admit that I am not a huge follower of NXT, I watch it once and a while so I am aware of who they both are.

I would also like to preface this by saying that I am not black, I cannot fully speak on what a black person experiences. But I have done research and will be very respectful towards writing this and any future stories on my page with a black reader. I also consulted with the wonderful @moxleyunstable and she gave me some advice so that what I would write would be appropriate and respectful. Thank you for that btw bestie.

Also for this, I’m sorry to have to say that you’re going to have to suffer through headcanons instead of a full blown imagine. I hope you still enjoy it though!

Of your girlfriends, you had met Brianna (Cora) first

You had known Brianna for years (you were childhood best, friends)

She was older than you by a few months (she was born in January and you were born in August of 2001)

Growing up, Brianna was a huge fan of wrestling (you not so much) but after she introduced you to watching by some of AJ Lee’s matches, along with Naomi who was part of the Funkadactyls at that time you were hooked.

After saving for months, you surprised Brianna with tickets to Monday Night Raw that was taking place in Chicago

This was how you asked her on a date

Soon after, all of your dates were to the local indie promotions shows.

Brianna had convinced you to go to wrestling school with her after you both graduated from high school early

You could never say no to her and so off you both went to wrestling school

Your mother was furious when she found out that you went to wrestling school (she hated wrestling and had banned it in the house) and because you were 18 at that point in which you finished your training (Brianna finished first, you had a bit harder of a time handling the rigorous training schedule on top of your job) your mother kicked you out

Without question Brianna and her mom (who loved you like her own) let you move in with them

You were there for almost a week before your mom came over and asked for you to move back home

She was afraid you were going to hurt yourself and took her fear out on you

You reassured your mom that you would be okay and that you would show the world that big, beautiful, black women could do everything that other female athletes could do.

You and Brianna soon became a tag team and gained a following in the indies

You made appearances in Impact and AEW before you both signed with WWE at the beginning of 2021

That’s where you both met Victoria (Raquel)

It was your first day at the PC and you were both quite nervous

Victoria showed you both around and told you both if you needed anything to come to her

You and Brianna both knew you were polyamorous and when you met Victoria, you both felt like you found the one

But you both didn’t want to come off as obvious, and Victoria seemed (to the both of you at least) to be completely oblivious

Although you would both later find out from Victoria that you were about as subtle as fire engines with the sirens going

It started with the two of you becoming training partners with Victoria and Cheree

Eventually, it lead to Brianna asking Victoria to have some coffee with you both

She was the one to "confront" (if you could really call it that) you both about your as she called it "pussyfooting around your feelings"

You were the one to say that you were interested in her as a partner

She asked for a couple of days to think about it and you both agreed

After four days she showed up at your's and Brianna's apartment and accepted

All she wanted was to take things slow which you both agreed to

You went at Victoria's pace and after three months of slowly escalating, it was officially official

It wasn't a secret around the PC about your relationship, in fact, many of the talent supported the three of you and spoke out against anyone who would try and trash the three of you

You were the shortest between the three of you

Brianna stood at five foot six, Victoria at six feet, and you were five foot two

they often hid things on the top shelf so you would have to ask them for help

That, your beautiful chocolate skin tone and your penchant for wanting kisses all the time led to them affectionately calling you their Hershey Kiss

They also called you "Chocolate Queen", & "Sassypants" (sometimes it just happened and other times someone just pushes the right buttons in the correct order)

Expect lots of compliments on your skin tone

You all had food associated nicknames for each other, (you were Hershey Kiss, Brianna was gumdrop, and Victoria was lolly (short for lollypop obviously))

Cuddle puddles happen all the time, usually, Victoria is squished in the middle while you and Brianna curl into her sides

That's usually how you would fall asleep

Here you go, my friend! I hope you enjoyed this, I'm quite nervous to put this out there but please feel free to message me if anything feels off about this. I want to educate myself, and be able to do better in the future. Thanks again for the request and sorry it was headcanons instead of a full-blown imagine!

#cora jade #wwe #wwe x reader #black reader #raquel gonzalez #wwe headcanons #polyamory #wwe imagines #wwe fanfiction

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magicpumpkin3 · 3 years

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hey you i see your req are open ? if you have time , can you write about reader ( female or gender natural ) who always act cold and strong in front of other but one day the dorm leader see her crying in the sleep . they like having a nightmares about the dorm leader leaving them and sleep talk about begging them to stay ?

i am sorry if this is too long .

Note: I went through seven stages of grief while writing this. And the crazy part, I have no idea why! (Prob BC of the art/writing block).

Note№2: I sincerely apologize for the delay. But at last, most of my finals are over and I hope my will to live and create will return (and NOT at 3 AM!)

Riddle Rosehearts

He honestly didn't know you fell asleep. You were staying in his room, listening to him, rambling about his dorm members not understanding the importance of rules.

He stopped rambling as soon as you let out a small sob. Slowly turning his head towards you, to make sure he didn't mishear it, Riddle looks at you. Another sob leaves you followed shortly by a hitched inhale. He's momentarily at your side. Riddle isn't quite sure what to do. He knows for sure, he needs to wake you up. While he attempts to do so, you start crying even more, particular shacking from the amount of tears.

Riddle stills when he hears you call out for him. Never have he ever imagined you, of all people calling for him. It's unusual for you to show such deep emotions to anyone so poor thing is absolutely lost at what to do again. He had similar nightmares too (not to the point of years though), so he understands your fear.

He attempts to comfort you in your sleep, since he could wake you up. Riddle hugs you and whispers reassuring things and lot's of "I'll never leave you"s. He'll never mention it to anyone but he will talk about this with you for sure.

Leona Kingscholar

It was one of the many sleepless nights for Leona. He usually listened to your heart to fall asleep faster, feeling safe and loved. Laying on top of you, using you as a pillow, it always helped.

Leona is no stranger to nightmares, quiet the opposite actually. But never did he imagen that you will have one. In front of him. There isn't a lot of people who would understand you, lucky for you, Leona is one of a few, who understand. He trys to wake you up at first, causing you to cry even more. He's panicking, he has no idea what to do. You're always so cold, calm and quiet one of the many reasons why he likes to sleep near you.

Once Leona hears your cry for him, beginning him, to stay. He stills, not believing his ears. He had similar nightmares about you, leaving him. You were always there to comfort him when those night terrors came, so he does the same for you.

He cuddles you, pat's your head, running his fingers through your hair and says probably the sweetest things you'll ever hear from him. Leona won't mention it to anyone and won't talk with you about it. He will cuddle you more and say encouraging stuff to you in private though.

Azul Ashengrotto

He was in his office, counting contracts, before heading towards his room. He couldn't leave his angelfish waiting! You and Azul made an agreement that whenever he's being late to your 'privet' date, you'd wait for him in his room.

Standing right outside the room, Azul heard faint crying. Momentarily, he enters room, normally he knocks, even though it's his room, privacy is privacy but in this situation, he had to.

Seeing you crying in your sleep, made his personal killbill siren go insane! Usually it was the other way around, you comforting him after another bad dream. So Azul did what you usually did to him, try to wake you up and comfort you.

You let out another cry but with his name. Poor Azul was afraid you were having nightmare about him, hurting you. He was about to push away, when you weekly grabbed onto his arm and pleaded to stay with you, still asleep.

Azul stayed by your side whole night, not daring to fall asleep. Not like he could. Whispering words of love and reassurance, cuddling you, with his whole being, Azul silently cried with you, feeling your pain, like no one else. He won't say a word to anyone but he will talk about your fears and insecurities.

Kalim Al-Asim

He just returned from one of his night flys. Usually he just flys on his carpet whenever he couldn't sleep, thais was one of those nights. As soon as you entered Kalim's room and sat down on his bed, you fell asleep, due to up coming exams. Sunshine boy truly tried to fall asleep with you but he couldn't.

So imagen his suprise, when he heard your crys. You! The ice majesty you! You were like that comical 'polar opposites' couple. If anything, it was most likely him being the crying one then you!

Poor Kalim was panicking half of the time! He was about to call Jamil for help (since vice dorm leader always helped him to calm down in saddest moments) but then he heard your crys for him. You, the always cool and calm, you were calling for him???

Kalim wouldn't even try to wake you up in fear of scaring you even more, instead he'd attempt to comfort you through your sleep. Hugging, cuddling you, pressing gentle kisses here and there. He'd try to stay awake the whole night but unfortunately he falls asleep embracing you. In the morning he's very tempted to ask others for advice but Kalim understands, that it's too personal. He'll be a bit awkward about it (he doesn't know how to approach you when it comes to emotions) but he will talk with you about your nightmares.

Vil Schoenheit

Normally he was the one to fall asleep first but oh well. You did look horribly tired this whole day. Schoenheit was in a good mood, so he decided to have a beauty sleep with you (aka go to sleep at 9 pm).

He was about to fell asleep but was shacken back to the reality with your sobs. At first, he thought it was just his sleepy mind and imagination but when you started to toss around the bed and cry even more aggressively. Vil would usually just knocked some sense into you, to not ruin his beauty sleep but it's not the case.

He isn't the best guy if you need comfort. Especially if he's used to you being cold and calm on the outside (like him). So Vil is really confused on what to do. Logically he'd try to wake you up first and if that fails, he'd still be lost for a good fee seconds. Don't be mad at him, please, he trys his best. Vil would try to hug you and keep you in place, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself, try to calm you, by saying stuff like 'it's okay', 'let it out' and 'sh…I'm here for you'.

When he first heard you cry for him, Vil like Azul thought, he was the cause of your tears. He was about to start to think some really depressing things but then you begged for him to stay. It's like something snapped in him. Vil never thought that you'd be that attached to him. He'd be more 'aggresive' in his calming attempts. More 'I love you's and 'I won't ever leave you's, tightening his embrace and all. He wouldn't talk to anyone about it and he would be hesitant to talk to you about it too. Since he's also an 'ice queen' he tried to think how'd that go through his point of view. But in the end you'd still discussed it.

Idia Shroud

You both were chillaxing in his room. Idia was having one of those long night gaming marathon/sessions and you accidentally fell asleep on his bed. Idia doesn't mind though, he understands that you're probably tired and his bed is comfy!

Before long, he was at max level fighting with the boss and he was about to disintegrate that worthless being- Wait, did he hear it correct? Pushing pause, Idia pushed his headphones a bit. Yep, that was someone crying. Hold on... IT'S JUST YOU AND HIM HERE!!! Remember, I told you about killbill siren in Azul's head? Now THIS is a killbill siren. Idia is panicking his shit out and has no actual idea what to do! His anxiety level has never been so high.

Usually he was the one having nightmares (if you were lucky to catch him asleep) in your couple, so if something you or Ortho were the one to comfort him. Poor Idia, he was on the verge of tears from the panic. He was about to call Ortho for help when he heard your cry for him, his name being chocked out from your trembling body. Hesitant, he would try to wake you up (And miserably failed). Idia will mostly say reassuring words and won't do much physical contact since he's afraid of scaring you even more. He really is worried, don't get me wrong! After that, he would only ask Ortho for the advice (or internet in anon mode). He doesn't want to mess up things even more so he'll be shy asking you about it. You and him will still talk at some point though.

Malleus Draconia

Fae's sleeping schedule is a... wierd thing but it is what it is. Usually Malleus just watches you sleep instead of sleeping himself. So here you were in bed next to him, sleeping peacefully, while Draconia watched you like a hawk.

So when your face started to show the slightest hints of discomfort, he noticed it. And from that moment on, his 'protecting' instincts were acting up. He didn't risk waking you up right away but he git closer to your sleeping form non-theless. He was monitoring everything, starting with what expression does your face makes and ending with your heart beat.

When you let out your first shaky sob, Malleus felt like there's a crack in the floor and it's getting bigger. He had no idea what to do. While he was spacing out and silently panicking, you started to cry even harder. Poor baby, was scared to do anything! He tried to wake you up but you just started crying even harder! Malleus got a heart attack when you cried his name out. Like Azul he thought, he was the reason of your nightmare. The only thought about it made him go to the verge of tears. Malleus was brought back to the reality by you, pleading for him to stay. Mal mal would hug you, whisper promises of being with you forever and try to slowly rock you like a baby to ease your bad dream. He won't mention it to anyone and won't talk with about it. But if it happens again, he'll decently confront you about your nightmares.

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lexiawrittings · 3 years

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Obsession.

PAIRING.

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Request by @gothamlovr91

Can you do a Dark Steve Rogers breeding kink with possessive side plz? Preferably with him hunting reader down. Since she had fled from him! ☺

A/N.

DARK AU.

Dark. ANGST. SMUT (sexual content +18, non-con, mentions of rape, breeding kink) Swearing.

Here’s my story (edited 04/04/21) made for the request by the lovely @gothamlovr91. Don’t hesitate to leave a comment, your thoughts or feedback. I hope you will all like it and thank you for reading.

A lots of Love! Lex.xx

Stay Safe and Take Care of Yourself!

WORDS.2866ish.

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" Come on pet, come out! " The Soldier yelled before chuckling under his breath. He drifted his eyes on the darkroom, his sight sharp and quick with the attempt to notice anything amiss." I know I will find you in the end, so why do you put a fight with me? Just gave up, Y/N. " He continued to shout through the room, walking slowly above the wreckage.

Sharp, broken glasses and pieces of the ceiling crushed under his boots, a faint smoke still heavy in the air. Steve Rogers moved behind the couch, his motions quiet and steady but his breath was ragged as he had quickly climbed the stairs of the Tower to meet you up here. He didn't want anything to escalate up so fast. He didn't want to set the bomb inside the Avengers' home but in his mind, you haven’t left him any choices. Nothing but to let his dark and possessive behavior being set loose. Sirens could be heard coming this way from below. Shades of blue and red faintly glowing inside the dark streets of New York City. The blond man turned on his heels eyeing the kitchen from where he stood, as he heard the faint noise of utensils moving then stopped. He smiled like a wolf finally catching his prey and started to walk toward the bright space, the faint cold wind coming from the broken windows bristled through his ripped and dirty gear behind his back.

" You know, the more you stay hidden, the more your punishment will be harsh. " Steve cried, making his steps quieter on the uneven ground. " If only you had followed my rules. I would have never done that, pet. " He added, his voice full of deception but also a once of anger.

He skirted the counter his eyes stopping on one of the cupboards under the sink. His smile grew wider as he took quieter steps toward it. Avoiding pieces of glasses on the ground.

" The next time you will spend the entire evening with another man than me, thinking of breaking up and leaving me after receiving your punishment, you will think twice about it. " Steve mumbled under his breath as his eyes never left the small door slightly ajar and covered with smoke and blood.

Fast, he took it inside his hand and opened it looking inside. But it was empty of your frame, only pots, and pans inside the small dark space. He let a loud growl escape his lips, slapping the door hard, breaking it in two by his force. Steve turned his face as he saw from the corner of his eyes shadows quickly passed behind his back.

" I will not let you run away from me. Even if it's the last thing I do. " He barked following the movement of your frame inside the large living room.

You were already inside the elevator, your finger pressing repeatedly against the button when his dark blue eyes caught you red-handed; leaving. Again. Thanks to the super serum flowing inside his veins, Steve held the door's lift who was about to close, shoving them to stand on the threshold of the engine. You backed away, scared, hurt, tears drenching your wounded cheeks as you watched your boyfriend struggling against the machine.

" Get out from this, Y/N. Now! " He cried out at you, his face wincing as he held unto the doors. His blue eyes were completely dilated, watching you pushing your back in one of the corners of the space. " N-No…" You murmured watching him frightened by his strength but also his will and determination.

You heard the wires cracking against his strength above your head, the lights, and control panel going dark.

" I will fuck you so hard for this, baby. You have no idea. " The Soldier growled while his hand was still gripping the metal doors and pushing them inside the holes. " You're gonna regret this. "

You closed your eyes, pressing your back even more inside the corner of the elevator, afraid of him and the events that had led to this. Destroying, Stark's skyscraper and killing the other Avengers in the process because of Steve's selfishness.

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yesterday night;

" What were you doing? " Your boyfriend hissed under his breath gripping your arm inside a warm but tight hold between his hand. " Nothing. " You frowned being pushed backward, wincing feeling his hold on you. " I was just talking to Pietro, that's all. " You shrugged your shoulders, trying to pry on his grasp on you. " Steve you're hurting me. " You pleaded, raising your eyes to look at him.

Flaring his nose, and his face a little bit red from anger, he didn't reply. You scolded him, shaking your head as the noise from the party downstairs kept coming inside your dark bedroom.

" Jealous? Again? " You tried in disbelief, arching an eyebrow while you felt your feet moving back toward the bed, the super-soldier pushing you to it. " You promised to try and not do that again. You know I'm with you." You continued to explain trying to calm him down with a reassuring voice.

But it was of no use as you see his blue eyes darkened on you. On your body. You swallowed your nervousness and try to free your arm from his grip but he didn't bulge. Standing in front of you, the bed behind your legs, you put your palm on his chest trying to push him dreading what he had in mind for you.

" You're mine. " He mumbled in a groan, leaning his head against yours. "You're mine and I don't want you to talk to any male except me." The Soldier ordered you, his voice firm, his head hovering yours, menacing. "W-What are talking about, Steve. This is stupid. " You shook your head, fright growing inside your stomach. You tried to push him again but he wouldn't move. " S-Steve, please. You scare me. " You murmured dropping your sight on his chest. " Good. " He breathed out, enlacing you with one arm placing his hand on the small of your back. " Now you know I'm serious. I don't want you to talk to any man ever again. " The blond man repeated pushing his head against yours, his lips brushing your nose. "This, " Steve grabbed your ass roughly between his fingers, pressing your hips against him. " Is mine. "

You bit your lower lip between your teeth, feeling his hand sliding on the hem of your dress, raising the fabric upon your body, and drifting his hand between your legs. You winced feeling his finger digging between your thighs through your underwear, raising your eyes toward him, you tried to beg with your eyes. You didn't want this, especially when he was like this. Angry.

" Steve, please no. " You whispered pressing your chest against him. " I don't want to. " Tears started to gather inside your eyes, blurring your vision. " Of course you do. " He put a gentle kiss on your mouth, his fingers drifted under your panties reaching your folds, then your clit. " You're so wet for me and my cock. " His lips brushed your own while he started to circle your little bundle of nerves making you winced with pleasure but also shame and fright. " This is my little pussy."

You pressed your head against his chest, closing your eyes hard as you felt him rubbing you, preparing you for him. You tried as hard as you could hold on your tears, not wanting to be weaker than he made you be.

" I'm gonna fuck you so hard, pet. So hard and fuck a child inside you. " He whispered leaning his head inside the crook of your neck, biting your earlobe. "I want to see your belly swelled with my baby. Marking my territory inside of your pussy." He continued to murmur pushing a long finger inside your wet walls. "This is mine. " Steve grunted pumping you slowly while his thumb kept stroking your clit.

You moaned against your will, your face hid against his chest. Your body started to shook from dread? Desire? You weren’t sure. But all you knew was you didn't want to. Not now.

" Steve, no. Please. " You murmured against his body, feeling his hip grinding against you, his hard dick hitting your lower stomach. " I-I will do anything you want, just let me go. " You declared to him your voice just a whisper. " I know. " The super soldier replied removing his hand from your soaked pussy in a sharp movement, with his other hand he pushed you on the bed, your frame bouncing on the soft mattress. " But I want to see you pregnant, my pet. " He breathed ou his hands on his trouser. “ I want you to grow with my seed inside of you. “

Steve started to unzip his pants, pushing the waistline around his hips. He stroked his cock with his fingers drench with your wetness. Your dress up on around your stomach, your boyfriend was eyeing your figure hungrily, his hand rubbing his long and hard shaft. You closed your eyes feeling him lied down on your body, with one swift move he ripped your underwear and shoved his throbbing cock deep inside you.

" Oh God, you feel so good around me. " Steve growled, clenching his teeth thrusting fast inside your pussy increasing his pace quickly. " I'm gonna fill you so good. " He moaned, licking your mouth before shoving his tongue between your lips.

One hand around your cheek and his other on your hip holding you down on the bed, the movement of his tongue imitated the movement of his cock pumping you and taking everything in his wake. The tip of his dick hitting the soft spot inside your pussy making your toes curled in your heels, while tears start to freely run down on your cheeks. Breathless, Steve let his face down against your throat panting hard as he pressed kisses on your skin. Grasping his biceps, you let your body moved with him, praying it would be soon over. Small whimpers escaping your mouth here and there.

" You’re so wet, pet and s'tight. " Steve growled stroking the soft skin of your thigh

He moaned deeply thrusting faster inside your pussy sliding his fingers on your clit rubbing you fast. You let your tears drenching your face and pushed your head against the mattress behind you.

" Steve, please…" You sobbed trying for one last time, pushing him feebly. " P-Please, I understood I won't talk to anyone ever. " You murmured closing your eyes, sniffing loudly but the tears still fell on your skin. You bit your lower lips avoiding moaning as he rolled his hips against you. " No, I'm enjoying myself too much. " The Soldier moaned bracing one arm next to your head hovering your trembling body. Steve licked every salty pearl on your cheeks. " I'm gonna paint your pussy with my come making you a mommy, pet. " He murmured increasing his pace of his thrust and stroke of his hand on your button of nerves.

You closed your eyes harder, feeling your orgasm growing inside your lower stomach, you grimaced sliding your head on the mattress trying to escape his kisses but Steve Rogers will have none of it. His cock hitting your sweet spot again, again and again, your climax took hold of your frame making you arched your back, crying even more as you felt your core shattered in pieces horribly. Blissfully.

" Yeah that's right hold on my cock baby, take everything. " Steve grunted between his teeth, putting his forehead against yours. Sweat coating your bodies under the clothes, his breath was ragged.

His thrust started to become sloppier as he felt you tighten your grasp on his dick. The super soldier came, emptying his hard and throbbing cock inside your wet fold, moaning your name low, echoing inside the darkroom. His hips jerked against yours and spams took hold of his body.

" Oh, God. You're killing me, pet. " The blond man shivered, putting his body above yours and bracing his hand on each side of your head to not crush you with his weight. " Push my come inside your pussy, baby. Don't let any of it drop on our bed. " He commanded you kissing your tears away once again. Exhausted, heartbroken, and confused you let your hand dropped between bodies, stoking the base of his semi-hard dick in the process.

" That's it, my girl, being good to me. " Steve mumbled kissing your lips, his hands drifting on your lower stomach under your wrinkling dress, stroking the skin. " My baby girl will be soon with a child, showing everyone who you belong to. " He murmured brushing your mouth with his own before pressing another kiss on you.

You sobbed quietly, pressing your shaking hand against your pussy while Steve kissed you deeply his hand caressing you gently. You were a sobbing mess whose only thoughts were drifting toward the idea of leaving him. This...Monster. If only you had known.

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present;

" Get out of here, Y/N! " Your boyfriend growled holding the elevator's doors, his face dirty but even in the dim light, you could see his dark eyes look out at you with rage. " Now! " " Why did you do this? " You murmured enlacing yourself, shaking your head. " How did you know- " " That you were leaving me? " He arched an eyebrow, pressing down the doors. Holding on a chuckle.

You dropped your sight on the ground, your eyes finding a piece of sharp glass at your feet. It was now or never.

" C'mon pet I'm your man and I- "

You didn't wait for him to finish his sentences and quickly took the sharp glass and plunged it on his arm. Steve taken back groaned, his eyes wide open, the wound fresh and throbbing made him back away from the threshold of the elevator. You pushed the buttons on the panel and sighed in relief when you saw the doors of the lift closing in front of your growling boyfriend his eyes dark with rage, holding on to his injury, blood soaking his pale fingers. You let your back fall against one of the corners of the space, trying to calm your breathing and think of a plan. Steve had blown the entire building, killing and injuring, people in the process for you to not leave him, he was insane. And you knew that you had to escape that before it was too late. Before he destroyed your last piece of will you were griping on it with the strength you had left. Before giving in. The doors opened with a faint noise announcing you reaching the lobby. Everything was a blur, the sirens light shadowing the wreckage, people screaming, ordering everyone to get out before everything collapse. People in uniforms; firemen, policemen even the army were there, but you didn't take the time to acknowledge anyone of them as you started to run. Running away from the building who will eventually fall, burying everyone who was still inside. Runaway from a hell.

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"… We don't have more information if there are more survivors of the huge collapse of the Avenger's Tower two days ago, the authority called everyone to stay calm as they continued to look for the corpses, dead or alive of the people working that night in…"

You angrily glare at the TV, ignoring the journalist's through the screen. You put your groceries on the counter adjusting the cap on your head and avoiding looking directly at the man behind the register. It's been two all days that you were on the run, escaping your past. You pushed a huge bill on the counter and without waiting for your change turned your back, holding firmly your bag inside your hands. Pushing the door of the shop with your hips, the light wind brushing on your face, clouds on the sky, you made your way toward your car. Everything went still for a moment. Something was wrong. And then you felt it. The tip of something on the lower of your back making you froze your steps and almost dropping your bags on the ground.

" Scream and you're dead. Understood? " The deep voice of Captain America warned you behind your back, pushing the firearm against you. He pressed his chest on your figure. " Now move toward the car and let's finally finish what we started. " He announced to you, putting a quick peck on your cheek from behind before following you.

You swallowed hard, regret and shock taking hold of your body as you made your way slowly, thinking at different scenarios for you to be free of him.

" You really thought I will abandon you? " Steve mused under his breath opening the car's front door, helping you put the bags on the front seat. "A building collapsing, the feds and government asking questions, would put us apart."

He was wearing a cap like you, his civil clothes making him almost normal but you could see the strain of the arm you injured as you he loaded the last bag inside the car. Nothing on his face was betraying the fight you had two days ago. Not a scratch, nor a scar. His blue eyes caught your afraid ones as he turned around to look at you. Determination and anger that's what motivate him, not love. There wasn't any love left for him. Only ownership.

" Now get on the back seat and stripped of your clothes, pet. " He motioned with a jerk of his head, his jaw tight and set. " Time for your punishment. "

His sight was cold of any comfort or affection; only raw desire.

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#Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader #Dark!Steve Rogers x You #Dark!Steve Rogers Fanfiction #Dark!Steve Rogers #Dark Steve Rogers #Dark!Steve Rogers Imagine #Steve Rogers x Reader #Steve Rogers x You #Steve x Reader #Steve x You #Steve Rogers Fanfiction #Dark!Steve x You #Story: Obsession

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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shark bite ☆

rafe cameron x fem!reader.

warnings: blood, injury, mentions of sharks, being bit by a shark, and swearing.

words: 1,018.

summary: what was once a fun day on the beach filled with surfing, quickly became a bloody and painful nightmare.

request? no.

a/n: hi hi hi this is my worst nightmare! haha, in all seriousness i could actually never go through all of that. like and comment if you enjoyed this story, and please send in some requests, ill be running out of ideas soon (after i finish my drafts/ half written stories)!! more stories out tonight. <3

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“one more wave! please, and then we can leave!” you begged rafe, who was already done with surfing. “okay, fine!” he laughs, standing in the sand, “but i’m staying here.” you run into the water. you look up at him, sending a smile out to him, and waving. you lift yourself on the surfboard, preparing for the next wave. you sit down deciding you weren’t far out enough, so you start paddling deeper into the ocean. your legs dangle into the warm water, the sun blinding you slightly.

you close your eyes, content with your life at this moment. when you open your eyes, a wave hits you, harder than the earlier ones. the wave causes you to fly off your board, submerging entirely under the water. you thrash under the water, trying to swim to shore. a sharp pain pulses from your foot, to your calf. the pain prickles your skin, making it harder to make it to the surface.

rafe looks up, seeing your lonely board unattended to. his eyes scout the ocean, looking for you. he begins to panic when he can’t find you, he instead finds an area where the water is a darker red. he rushes into the water, swimming to the red-stained water. he screams your name, his heart racing. he glances over and sees your arm extend out the water, and he frantically swims towards you. relief washes over him when he realizes you were too far from the bloody spot, meaning you couldn’t have gotten hurt.

he grabs you, helping you to the shore, he sets you down, immediately attending to your face. you cough up water, gasping slightly. “fuck!” you scream out, the air hitting your open wound. he jumps forward, grabbing your arm. “WHAT?!” he questions you, and you quickly shake your head. “rafe! please!” you reach to your left leg, tears falling from your eyes. his eyes glance down to your leg, startled and upset he hadn’t noticed it before.

“holy shit! you got bit!” he stumbles back, anxiety taking over. “rafe i need to go to the hospital.” you whine, the pain in your leg only getting worse. he nods, “okay, okay. holy shit.” he leaps to his feet, immediately reaching down to lift you. his arm wraps around your waist, the other grabbing your hand that was tightened around his neck. you limp forward, your body depending on him for support.

he carefully carries you to his car, setting you up in the backseat. he rushes to the front seat, grabbing his phone. he dials the hospital, explaining to them what was happening. the ambulance was on it’s way. your foot hurt so bad, all you wanted was to be able to take the pain away. “rafe,” you whisper slightly, your tone causing his heart to drop. “yes?” he couldn’t look at your leg, it was making him nauseous. “it hurts so bad.” you reach for his arm, grasping it tightly. “i know, i know.” he frowns at you, “help is on the way, just stay awake. please stay awake.”

you groan but nod your head slightly. he whispers to you, but you aren’t fully listening. the sounds of sirens finally fill your ears, making you smile softly. “okay, you’re okay.” he was rubbing your thigh, glancing around to see where the ambulance was.

the ambulance pulled up to rafe’s car, the doctors immediately going by your side. they carry you to the bed, swiftly positioning you into the back. rafe shuts his car door before locking it, immediately joining you in the back of the ambulance. the sight of you made his heartache, he decided to look out the window, averting his eye contact.

the nurses murmur to themselves while they quickly clean the bite mark. you arrive at the hospital and they rush you inside. rafe stayed in the waiting room. he stayed still and silent for the most part, but as time went by, and the longer it took, he began to pace and become anxious. the image of your mutilated leg still clouded his mind.

after what felt like forever to rafe, he was finally called back to your room. “rafe.” you called out to him, confused by how awkward he looked when he stood in your doorway. he frowned, “hey, baby.” you gesture for him to come closer and he silently obeys.

“rafe, i’m surprised you are still here.” you glance away from him, your eyes going to the annoying and repetitive beeping monitor. when you look back at him he looks shocked. “of course i’m still here. i wouldn’t leave you.” you nod, smiling softly. the doctor walked inside, his head engulfed into a large packet of paper.

“you are a champ.” the doctor stared at you, smirking. the confused look on your face makes him laugh. “you survived a shark attack. that’s a big deal.” you nod, “what’s the damage?” he stares at you, thinking about your question. “you’ll survive. you called us just in time. luckily, the shark only nipped your calf, somehow it avoided the bone.” rafe smiles at the doctor's words.

“while you are okay, you need to take it easy. you need to recover.” the doctor's earlier playful manner quickly turned serious. you reassured him, “i will.” the doctor informed you and rafe about your future limitations, and then left you two. you were free to go home.

“my shark survivor.” rafe stated, while he helped you put your shoes on. “ew rafe!” you playfully punch his shoulder, “don’t ever call me that.” he shakes his head, grinning. “it has a nice ring to it.” you scoff, “says who?” you asked him. “me, i declare that.” you roll your eyes, “okay, fine. can we go home now?” he nods. you suddenly break into a fit of laughter, the whole situation finally hitting you. “i almost died.” rafe frowns at your words, “yes, that is true. but you are okay! that’s why we call you the shark survivor.” you sigh in defeat, “fine, it does sound kinda cool.” rafe smirks, “exactly, because i came up with it.”

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scariest night — hamada asahi

warnings: grammartical errors

words: 1.8k words

pairing: husband! asahi + fem reader

notes: hi!! before you read this, i didn't study about medical so i didn't know if it make sense or not and enjoy reading!! <3

You open your eyes when your throat feels dry, you turn to your left— not surprised when Asahi is not there, beside you. He must be sleeping in the studio... Again.

You didn’t realize when you let out a sigh from your mouth, it’s been a month he didn’t come home often. Of course, you understand his work as a producer. He is completely busy in comeback season, and you wouldn’t mind if he sleeps in the studio for a day or two, not for a month. You want to talk to him about this but every time you want to speak up he is either asleep or playing with your daughter, Aimi.

It’s 2 am now, he didn’t even bother to text you or call. You get annoyed at his behavior, leaving you and your daughter alone.

Grabbing the water bottle from your nightstand, you take a sip for your dry throat. The sound of the door creaked, making your eyes look up to the door, hoping for Asahi. Your eyes soften when the person who opened the door is not Asahi but Aimi, pouting while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

“What’s wrong baby?” you asked, get out from the bed you shared with Asahi, walk towards your daughter.

“There’s a monster under my bed,” she said slowly, showing her puppy eyes to you. You smile, it’s not the first time she said there’s a monster under her bed, this is one of her tricks to sleep with you and Asahi.

“Really? Do you want to sleep with mama then?” you asked, caressing her brown silky hair.

Aimi nods her head

“And papa too!”

“Honey I’m sorry, Papa is still at work, tonight you sleep with me okay?” you said earning a pout from her.

“Why is Papa always not here?” she asked

“Well, Papa needs to raise us so he needs to work hard for money”

“I miss Papa,” she said

You kiss her forehead and carry her to bed

“I miss Papa too” you murmur, making sure the little girl didn’t hear.

+.*

You toss your phone to the couch, cursing under your breathe as Asahi didn’t pick up your call. You wander around your living room, having no idea how to reach your husband. Aimi has been coughing nonstop this week, you wouldn't bother to call Asahi if it’s just a normal cough, but when she said her chest pain whenever she cough, that made you worried sick.

Your phone rang making you flinched, you sigh when you saw your mom’s name on the screen instead of Asahi’s name. Lazily you press the green button and put your phone to your ear

“Hello, mom”

“Y/N I hope you do not forget about today’s dinner!” your mom said excitedly. Your eyes shut tightly, you did forget about today’s dinner. Your mom has planned this dinner for a month to celebrate your sister’s graduation from Seoul University.

“Of course not mom haha” you laugh awkwardly. You don’t want to come, you rather stay home with Aimi, but you hate seeing your mom’s disappointed face. She has been planning this for a month, she also said that she misses Aimi so much, how could you not come?

“That’s great! Don’t be late, I can’t wait to smooch my granddaughter” that is the last word your mom said before hanging up.

You sigh for the nth time. Like it or not, she needs to come to the dinner, she could ask her dad to send them to the hospital after dinner.

You enter Aimi’s room, her face a bit pale and shivering under her thick blanket, holding your tears, you slowly caressing her hair, waking her up from her sleep.

“Honey do you want to go to grandma’s house?” you ask

She looks at you for a second, processing your words maybe before giving you a wide smile from her chapped lips.

“Yes! I miss grandma so much” she said

You kiss her forehead and helps her to get up from her bed

“Grandma also misses you so much, but you need to shower first okay?”

“Will Papa be at grandma’s house too?” Aimi asked, her eyes full of hopes, making you scared to lie to her.

“Yes Papa will be there too,” you said with a reassuring smile.

+.*

“Grandma!” Aimi runs to hug her grandma, she laughs when your mother starts kissing her face. You thanked your sister for booking an Uber for you if she weren't here, maybe both of you didn’t come for dinner.

“Why are you so thin, did your mom's food taste bad?” she asked

Aimi laughs and shook her head, she wrapped her arms around your mother’s neck

“Mama food taste the best but can’t beat grandma’s!” she said

“Hey!” you frown, making both your mother and your daughter laugh.

You let your daughter stick around with her cousins while you waiting for Asahi to come, he texted you that he will make it to the dinner, you didn’t put your trust in his words so much as he seems to love his work more than both of you.

You feel relieved when you see his car in front of your mother’s house, you called Aimi to inform her that Asahi is here, she wastes no time and runs towards her dad. Asahi smile when he saw her daughter, he immediately wraps his hands around her small body and carries her towards you.

“I miss Papa,” she said, pouting to her dad, Asahi let out an apologetic smile to her and kiss her cheek

“I’m sorry pumpkin, Papa is very busy right now, but I promise, I will take you to the funfair if my works are done, okay!”

Aimi nods excitedly, Asahi kisses her forehead for the last time before letting her down to play with her cousins.

“Why do you never answer my call?” you asked, glaring at him.

Asahi sigh, he silks his hair back and looks at you.

“Seriously Y/N? I just came back from work, and this is your first question? No ‘how are you?’ or ‘did you eat yet?’” he asked

You scoff, crossing both of your arms on your chest

“You’re the one who should ask me that, you left us for a whole month Sahi”

“I left you for a reason, I have so much works to do, I thought you agreed with me for staying in the studio?”

“For a couple of days, not a whole month!” you nearly scream, you try your best to control yourself, not wanting to make any scene.

“You know how am I when it comes to work right? I need everything to be perfect, you should be more understanding”

“Leave, then”

“What?”

“I said leave! If you love your job more than—”

“Don’t twist my word Y/N, I never said—”

“Y/N, Asahi! Aimi faints!” your sister screams

Both of you immediately run towards Aimi, your whole body shaking when you see Aimi on the floor, her face pale, worst than before. You quickly carry her and making your way to Asahi’s car, he starts the engine and drives to the hospital.

“You still need to call an ambulance, you know how deep your mom’s house right? I’m afraid we didn’t make it to the hospital as soon as possible” he said

You nodded and dialed 911. Your mom's house is deep in the woods, it would take half an hour to get to the main road.

“What happens to her?” Asahi asks

“S-she’s been coughing this whole week, and today she said her chest pain whenever she cough and I tried to reach you, but as I said you love your works more than your own family,” you said

Asahi sigh. Talking back to you can’t make Aimi recover, he realized that he gives his attention to his works more than his family.

You are at the back seat, caressing your daughter’s pale face. You couldn’t stop praying, hoping she would be alright. Your hands that caressing her pale face, moves to her neck, your eyes getting bigger when you feel her pulse getting weak, you scream and softly tapping on Aimi’s cheek.

“Aimi, please don't leave mama yet” you cry, your hands cold as ice, your heart beats faster than usual and your tears couldn't stop from falling. Asahi cry on the spot, is this really the last moment for them?

He presses the gas pedal more, the car getting fast through the crooked road.

“Aimi, please” he prays

The loud sirens making both of you guys sigh in relief, Asahi stop the car in front of the ambulance, you quickly getting out from the car and pass your daughter to the paramedics. Asahi pulls you into a hug, your knees weak at the side of your daughter lay on the bed while the paramedics take out the defibrillator and place it on Aimi’s chest.

You bury your face on Asahi’s chest, you are reluctant to watch the scene in front of you.

“Aimi would be okay, she is strong” Asahi whispers to you, he rubs your back and kisses your forehead to calm you down. A moment later, the defibrillator success ending the dysrhythmia, Aimi’s heart begins to beat slowly. You slowly push Asahi’s body away and enter the ambulance to accompany your daughter. Asahi gets back to his car, follows the ambulance, he harshly hit the steering wheel, how could he ignore your call? If he could turn back time, he would rather spend time with you and Aimi than at the studio. For now, he could pray for nothing to happen to Aimi.

+.*

You and Asahi sit silently on the chair, watching your daughter breathe with the help of an oxygen mask. The doctor said that Aimi suffering from Pneumonia. Coughing, Pain chest, and hard breathing are symptoms of pneumonia. Luckily it is not worse yet and still can be treated, Aimi needs to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.

Asahi licks his lip, he softly rubs your hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said

You didn’t give him a reaction, you were too tired to deal with anything after your daughter almost died in your arm.

“This is all my fault, I should know my limits when working, I- if only I pick up your calls— gosh I hate myself so much” he starts sobbing, covers his face with his palm and his shoulders bounce since he breathes in and breathes out in quick succession.

“Everything is okay now” you whispers, tapping on his back

He shook his head

“Y/N, love I'm truly sorry,” he said, facing you, you could see his red and swollen face from crying earlier.

You give him a reassuring smile

“I hope you learned your lesson, please come home, babe,” you said. He nods and hugs you tightly, tonight is the scariest night for the both of you.

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