#writing-wh0re taglist | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

scarletcomalies · 13 days ago

Text

storia di due anime perdute

Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader

Word count: 5,400

Warnings: Dark fic, bullying from friends group, post-death grief (both from Natasha and Reader), emotional absence from a parent, depression, self isolation, manipulation. 18+ content, Nat has a penis, blowjob.

Taglist: @nattysbabygirl @huggingkoalas @grimleaper @olicity-boo @urfav-wh0re @ihartnat @afwmaieel-1 @marvels--slut @ddreader04 @obsessedwcoffeeandwomen @traveler-at-heart @osnapitschloe @foxythefox54 @justarandomreaderxoxo

A/N: Happy Halloween, guys! I wrote this during several stoned nights with In This Moment music videos playing in the background (which ended up in Lady Gaga music videos and with me recreating the choreographies lollll).

A/N II: I tried my best effort to write as much as possible in the middle of all the ongoing college projects and the everyday hecticness. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to finish it all by today. However, my semester is almost over, therefore the wait for part II will be way shorter! :)

In the serene village of Collodi, you encountered Natasha Romanoff, a woman in search of comfort and healing after the painful loss of her wife and daughter. She was moved by your lively personality, naiveté, and tender heart, leaving within her a yearning urge to take you, mold you like one of her puppets, and help you become her real girl.

In the enchanting region of Tuscany, Italy, hid a small village called Collodi, a dreamy corner protected by the intimidating mountains that surrounded it. This place, isolated from the hectic society, seemed to yearn fervently for the trees to consume it completely, wishing that only the memories and debris of what once was would remain in the end.

But that was not possible.

Collodi would still have been in the penumbra of oblivion if it wasn't for the pen of a blissful author to pay tribute to it through an immortal fictional story. It was as if it was destined to shine in the vast darkness of the commonplace.

Because it was not as visually captivating as Monterosso al Mare, for example, a town that was part of the five villages that, in perfect unity, formed Cinque Terre.

Monterosso al Mare did not long to be consumed and forgotten. It enjoyed its own prominence along with its neighboring towns.

From miles away, its structure could be seen standing tall with dignity on the seashore, and the palette of colors that it had was a delight for the eyesight, a canvas painted by the hand of an expert brought to life. Collodi, on the other hand, appeared as a spectrum between shades yellow and brown, and didn't stand firm, it rather seemed to be on the verge of crumbling at any given moment.

But Natasha Romanoff found beauty in Collodi.

You see, Monterosso al Mare was always displaying its vibrant colors, there being no room for exhaustion or rest, and its neighboring towns shared that quality. Totally exposed to the scrutiny of others, it was constantly adapting to the expectations of those who visited it. No matter who crossed its thresholds, no matter who might inflict harm, it must always stand firm, clinging to the reputation it had so painstakingly cultivated.

Collodi didn’t have such obligation, for it was simply Collodi. Yes, it may have had a history that was inevitably inherent, but this town was still completely detached from the demands of appearance and expectations.

Natasha Romanoff found beauty in Collodi, because having been Monterosso Al Mare, cost her the life of her wife and daughter.

And in Collodi, she found you.

“What a boring town,” exclaimed Kate, one of the two people who were once considered your friends.

“No way, the House of Butterflies was amazing,” you countered, as a smile instinctively plastered on your face as you recalled the memory of the previous day.

You had seen species of butterflies that rarely appeared in everyday life, and the best part, you had the opportunity to befriend some animals! When you offered them food, they would offer you their trust and appreciation, confirming once again that pattern so rooted in your being.

The concept of love you had was limited to the material, to what could be offered in that aspect. Both Kate and your other friend, Sarah, seemed to have sensed that nature in you, and decided to take full advantage of it, knowing that your concept of normality made you vulnerable to their intentions.

“Yes, and that was it,” Sarah intervened, and the boredom so palpable in her voice made your smile fade at once. True, you had only walked around town and gone shopping, but hadn't the previous day been enough? Was it necessary to do something extraordinary every day?

It did sting a little, given how thrilled you still were about the previous day’s activity, but from what you were hearing, your friends no longer shared that enthusiasm. Nor did they settle for at least one single calm day.

"Get us some of that good gelato, at least," Kate spoke up, after noticing your silence.

You nodded obediently, "Sure thing. Be right back."

You knew the bitter taste of disappointment as if it were your old arch enemy.

It was a feeling that has been with you since childhood, specifically the day your mother's life was snatched away by a terminal illness, robbing you of the joy that should have characterized any child's early years.

As life went on without that important figure by your side, you longed for the warmth and comfort of your father. However, instead, he taught you a raw truth: absence in life was more painful than the absence due to death itself, for the soul leaves without leaving the physical body.

You dreamed of his protective embrace, of his deep voice telling you bedtime stories, of feeling his loving hands tuck you into bed each night. But your father was not your mother, nor was he the father you used to know.

This new man, consumed with his work as a way of coping with grief, became obsessed with the expansion of his business. In his mind, securing a prosperous financial future for you was the best way to demonstrate his love and care, for if only his then small business had had the resources to cover the costs of treating the illness, your mother would still be with you.

So, instead of the human safety you needed so badly, you received an insane number of expensive gifts and unnecessary luxuries. Every one of them being his way of saying "I love you, I'm not going to fail you".

Oh, but he failed you. Every time he chose his job over you. Every time he missed your birthday, every promise he broke. With the expensive gifts and lavish vacations, he offered as compensation, you learned that affection was shown through material goods, and not necessarily through presence and emotional connection. It became your only way to express and receive affection, because it was all you had known your whole life.

Sarah and Kate were quick to notice the situation. At first, they just wanted to compliment you on your fancy bag and strike up a conversation with you to gain your trust, hoping that, when the time came, they would know you well enough to borrow it for a party or event where they could show it off as their own. However, after only a week, when you gave them each a bag just like yours as a thank you for sitting down with you for lunch and chatting, they realized that it was in their best interest to keep pretending to like you, as it would benefit them.

That's how they even ended up in Italy without spending a single penny in the first place.

It was a birthday trip that your father financed, once again rewarding the fact that he had forgotten about it. He also agreed to let you invite your two “best friends” in the hope that you would forgive him.

And so, as you returned with three ice creams in hand, you felt like you carried with you the key to an elixir to keep harmony among your friends. But the ground, capricious and uneven, laughed at you, with a prominent stone lurking to trip you up. In your haste to please, you did not see it coming.

Your body collapsed, crushing the ice cream cones, and the cold, sticky mess spread all over your dress. To top it all off, the rough cobblestone street also scraped your delicate arms and hands.

You winced in pain as you pushed yourself up, noticing the red marks and small cuts that now adorned your once-flawless skin.

Embarrassed and hurt, you looked up, expecting to see concern on your friends' faces. Instead, you were met with sneers and poorly concealed laughter.

"Oh my God, (Y/N)," Sarah scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.

Kate joined in, her eyes showing a cruel amusement, "Seriously? We asked for gelato, not a circus act."

Your cheeks burned with shame as you struggled to your feet, your now wet and cold dress clinging uncomfortably to your body.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, fighting back tears. "I'll go get some new ones..."

"Don't bother," Kate snapped, rolling her eyes. "You'll probably just drop those too. Jesus! And now we must be seen with you looking like that!"

You felt small, insignificant, and utterly alone as your so-called friends tore into you with those hurtful remarks. The beautiful day in Collodi, which had held so much promise, now felt tainted and ugly.

Was this what true friendship was supposed to feel like? Was this the essence of the connection?

Tears, hot and stinging like acid rain, began to stream down your cheeks at the thought of it all.

"Oh, great. Now she's crying,” Kate's exasperated sigh made itself present.

"All right, come on," Sarah's voice dripped with annoyance. "You need to pull yourself together. This is beyond embarrassing."

"Look, if you can't stop whining like a baby, at least walk a couple of meters behind us," Kate ordered you. “We don’t want anyone thinking we’re with… you.”

You.

That one-syllable word spoken so contemptuously and coldly, as if you were enough to make any accompanying insult seem redundant.

And you, meekly nodding, prepared to follow their cruel order.

But as you took a step to follow behind them, a gentle but firm hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movement.

Startled, you looked up to find yourself confronted by a striking woman with flame-red hair and piercing green eyes.

There was something in her gaze that invited you to resist, to question, to not let yourself be carried away by the current of contempt that surrounded you.

And when she spoke, your ears were delighted by her smooth-as-honey voice.

“Do not follow them, solnyshko,” she said, dropping the unfamiliar word with a slight accent. “They are not worth your tears or your time.”

For the very first time, there was someone willing to protect you, to remind you of your worth in a world that seemed to want to erase it.

Your subconscious, conditioned by years of neglect, sounded alarms at this strange kindness. It screamed insidiously, urging you to retreat to the cold yet familiar comfort of abandonment and life-draining complacency.

That made you gently pull your arm from Natasha's grasp, your eyes downcast in embarrassment.

"No, you don't understand," your voice trembled like a leaf in autumn's chill. "It was my fault."

Natasha's eyes flickered with sudden comprehension. That sentence alone allowed her to decipher you completely.

The vulnerability you exuded, the eagerness to please despite mistreatment, it all spoke to something deep within her. It would be a crime to let you go, knowing you were perfect material for satisfying her needs.

She glanced briefly at the retreating silhouettes of the college girls you were with, a flicker of indignation crossing her features. They were merciless, cruel in their treatment of you. Natasha knew she was different. She wasn't going to make you suffer like them, because she was far from mean.

Instead, she would shower you with the warmth of genuine care, something you had clearly been deprived of for so long. In time, she would become as essential to you as the air you breathed. You would need her, finding it impossible to abandon her. And in return, she would have someone who needed her, someone she could protect and nurture, someone she could mold to her liking to fill that void that had been devouring her insides like a ravenous parasite.

"Your fault that this town's ground is made of stone? Your fault that it's dark already?” She asked gently. Instead of offering empty reassurances, she aimed to give you some autonomy, allowing you to discover the truth for yourself.

Her smile became unavoidable as she noticed your wide, innocent eyes intently analyzing her questioning.

"Could you have predicted every uneven surface? Every shadow?" She continued, her tone encouraging reflection rather than accusation. "And these friends of yours," Natasha pressed on, scoffing with contempt so palpable it made you flinch. She made your terrifying friends seem insignificant in the face of her formidable presence. “They have never stumbled? Are they always perfectly graceful?"

This question hit home. You had a fair share of memories of Kate tripping over her own feet at parties and Sarah passing out in some stranger’s backyard. You had never blamed them for their clumsiness. So why were you holding yourself to an impossible standard not even they could meet?

How silly of you, taking blame for something so clearly beyond your control.

A small, rueful smile became clear as you realized the absurdity of your self-accusation.

"You see, dear?" Natasha chuckled at your adorable smile. She felt her cock reacting as well through a painfully, intense throbbing. Every fiber of her being screamed for release, so overwhelming it threatened to consume her entirely, to break through her carefully constructed walls. But not yet, she reminded herself, her fists clenching with the effort of restraint. "Now, let's forget about them. Let's get you cleaned up, I don't live far from here."

Her invitation, or rather, command, caught you off guard, "But I don't know you," you gently declined. She didn’t budge, for she was more than sure that it would be a piece of cake to have you beneath her roof in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, right, my name is Natalia Romanova,” she introduced herself. “And your name is…?”

Unbeknownst to you, she had long ago stopped using the name Natasha Romanoff. It was an alias she'd adopted during her time as an Avenger back in the United States, but she had renounced that life, therefore, she no longer needed that identity. As for "Black Widow", the mere mention of it now filled her with loathing.

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” you replied, trying to sound polite even after your small rejection.

Noticing your slight discomfort, Natasha decided to lighten up the tension that was beginning to build up, going ahead to reach into her pocket and show you a small, perfectly carved wooden figurine.

It was a cat! You adored cats.

"This is Figaro," Natasha introduced you to her little piece of wood, a fond smile adorning her lips. "He's my dear cat. Well, a miniature version of him."

Your eyes were drawn to the marvelous craftsmanship of the figurine. "Wow," you gasped, and your curious fingers itched to touch it, but you held back. "Did you do this?"

"I did,” she confirmed with pride. This woodworking hobby, alongside her tuxedo cat and golden fish, seemed to be the sole source of joy in her miserable existence. “I do this for a living. My house is filled with pieces like this.”

"That's amazing," you replied, genuinely impressed. "I bet they're all as stunning as this one," you remarked, gesturing to the figure in her hand.

Her smile expanded, almost impossibly so. It had been ages since she smiled like this, and perhaps it was twisted of her that the reason was the anticipation of taking you and exploiting you fully.

"Not as stunning as real-life Figaro," she countered, her eyes softening with affection. "Oh, just imagine the softest cloud you've ever seen, now picture it in black and white colors. That's Figaro."

The way Natasha described him with such genuine warmth and affection made your heart squeeze in tenderness, and your defenses were slowly crumbling, just like she predicted. After all, you reasoned, how could someone who talked so lovingly about their cat possibly be dangerous?

"Well,” she concluded, with a small sigh that feigned disappointment. "If you accepted my invitation, you could see him in person. But I understand. It's dangerous to go to a stranger's home. That’s wise of you."

The thought of letting down such a kind-hearted woman was intolerable. How could you possibly walk away after she had been so sweet and kind to you? You finally met someone who treated you with respect, and this was your response? How ungrateful!

"You know, actually," you finally spoke, so quickly they successfully interrupted your recurring thoughts. "I think I'd like to meet Figaro now, if that's okay."

Natasha's face lit up, her emerald eyes sparkling with an intense delight. Everything turned out exactly as she wanted, making her feel like an expert puppeteer effortlessly manipulating the strings of her most treasured marionette.

"Of course it's okay, solnyshko," she replied cheerfully. Anyone with an ounce of reasoning would wonder why she seemed so eager to bring a stranger girl home, but not you. Certainly not you. "You won't regret it, I assure you."

In the small village chambers, lanterns flickered softly, casting shadows that danced and twisted. Initially, these shadows appeared as large, intimidating figures, but upon closer inspection, they transformed into friendly faces with wide smiles. Yet, when their eyes met Natasha, they seldom did not recognize her.

"Natty! Buona notte, cara mia!" They always exclaimed, their voices brimming with enthusiasm and eyes aglow. A dull ache settled in your chest. It seemed wrong to feel that twinge of envy, yet you couldn't recall the last time anyone appeared that delighted to see you, and you couldn't help but long for it to be you to be greeted that way.

Unlike your so-called friends who always insisted on walking ahead, leaving you trailing behind like an afterthought, Natasha walked alongside you. Her emerald eyes occasionally glanced your way, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

The ice cream stain on your dress was still visible, your eyes, though no longer wet with tears, remained red and puffy. Yet, Natasha radiated an intrinsic pride in having you by her side, as if your presence was something to be cherished rather than hidden away.

“Well, here we are,” Natasha exhaled a deep sigh of relief as she turned the key and pushed open the door to her home, inviting you to step inside. The comforting embrace of warmth following the biting chill was a welcome relief.

Unlike most homes, there was no central overhead light. Instead, small lanterns perfectly scattered throughout the space illuminated it cozily.

The entire first level served as Natasha's workplace, living room, dining room, and kitchen, all in one. Though there were no walls dividing these areas, the transitions were clear.

To your left, Natasha's creations dominated the entire corner, making it a challenge to navigate without stepping on something. Positioned by the window was a long table with a variety of well-used tools, including hammers, a saw, screwdrivers, pliers, and wrenches.

On the opposite side, to your right, there was a kitchen, equipped with just a fridge, a sink, and vintage stove, alongside a small wooden table that could seat two people maximum, and you wondered if Natasha had crafted it herself. The middle area displayed a fireplace with a couch positioned in front of it, and on a side table, there was a round fishbowl containing a goldfish, which immediately caught your attention.

"Please, excuse the mess," Natasha remarked with a hint of guilt. She never cleaned her home more than necessary because she never expected visitors, as she preferred to personally deliver everything to those who requested her work, from the smallest souvenir to the most unbearably heavy piece of furniture. You might never have realized it, but you were the first person to set foot in her home by her own will and not because people intrusively knocked on her door to request commissions or to drop off gifts.

"No, no, it's great," you replied sincerely, having already scanned every corner of the place. Her old superhero friends might think this wasn't Natasha at all, but to you, who had only met this side of her, it definitely screamed Natalia everywhere, and all those residents of Collodi could say the same.

"Please, do take a seat!" She exclaimed so energetically that her voice could have echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. Without a moment's hesitation, you went to sit by the fireplace, the gentle flames providing you with so much warmth that you almost forgot the ice cream on your dress. "Stay here, I'll find you some clothes," she added, stepping away without taking her eyes off you, with fear that you might vanish at any moment.

While awaiting the return of the red-haired woman, you swiftly took out your phone to send a message to your friends, letting them know that you were fine and that you would get back soon. In your noble heart, you believed that they might worry about you, even if they were angry at you. However, the way they abandoned you with a stranger and walked away without looking behind unequivocally proved otherwise.

"See if this fits you," the same raspy, indistinct voice made you look up, and you gasped in surprise when you noticed that, in the arm not holding the change of clothes, she was carrying the famous cat Figaro she had told you about. His pupils were dilated due to the dim light, yet you could still notice a faint yellow ring encircling those dark orbs. He stayed calm, allowing his owner to carry him without squirming or resisting.

"Oh, he's gorgeous!" You exclaimed, just a few seconds were enough for this feline to capture your heart.

She chuckled softly, placing the little one on the couch beside you, "Clean clothes and a kitty, just as we agreed."

As if on cue, Figaro suddenly jumped from the couch, his black and white fur almost a comedic, straight-out-of-cartoon blur as he darted across the room and disappeared behind a stack of wooden carvings.

"I should have mentioned, Figaro doesn't like strangers."

You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, for you had hoped to pet the furry cat, “Oh, that’s okay.”

Noticing your expression, Natasha chuckled, "But don't worry, once you offer him some food, he'll forget all about being shy and will come running back to you,” she reassured you, handing you the neatly folded garments.

"Thank you very much, where can I change?" You inquired, accepting the clothes that seemed extremely comfortable even without considering the chill and sticky stain of your dress.

"You can change here. I'll go upstairs to give you privacy. Just let me know when you're ready," she replied with such sincerity that it was impossible not to believe her.

When she left you alone, she ascended the stairs as she usually did, and when she reached the last step, with great care, she lay down on the floor, peering her head to see you. Never had she been so grateful for the darkness of her abode, for without it, you would have seen her head lurking at the top of the stairs.

Oh, blessed be the moment you chose to wear that dress, for it granted her the exquisite opportunity to admire your entire form, your most desirable parts covered by a black lace lingerie ensemble.

Her hand slowly traveled down to the burning ache that formed between her legs, which pulsed intensely through her already hard length. She tried to soothe the discomfort with a gentle squeeze, however, said action condemned her to complete what she had begun, lest she risk losing her sanity.

Therefore, with her eyes shut tight, she quietly made her way to the bathroom, promising herself to stay silent for just a moment to quell her longing.

She inhaled deeply and rested her hands against the sink. The mirror showed her flushed face, nostrils flaring from her labored breathing, and the familiar vein protruding on her forehead.

She exhaled through her mouth and lowered the zipper of her pants, revealing the fabric of her boxers. Unsurprisingly, there was a slightly darker wet patch of her pre-cum, showing just how much relief her poor member was desperately looking for. Subsequently, she slid her hand under the undergarment, and…

“I’m ready!” She heard your voice from downstairs.

“Yebany v rot,” she cursed between gritted teeth.

She hesitated, debating between coming down to join you, or staying there to prioritize her own needs. Yet, just picturing your eager little face and probably your hungry tummy prompted her to pull up her pants again. With another deep breath, she composed herself as best as she could to return to you.

Seeing you in that attire shattered the fragile composure she had managed to gather, causing her breath to hitch and a tight knot to form in her throat, which she clumsily attempted to swallow down.

You looked so perfect, wearing her clothes, slightly oversized over your frame in a way that was both endearing and domestic, even. Not to mention the fact that you would carry her scent for the rest of the night.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing how her already tense expression worsened the moment her eyes landed on you. You assumed that perhaps the way those clothes fit you wasn't quite right. Maybe she expected them to be more form-fitting, which would mean looking for other clothes, and maybe she was already too tired to deal with that hassle.

"Nothing, it's just that… I'm feeling kind of tense, it's obviously not your fault," she tried to explain. It would be a shame to lie to you, especially when your naive mind already sensed the shift. "Hungry?" she asked, hoping to change the subject to ease your worries and distract herself.

"No, I already ate," you stated with a firmness that would have surprised anyone who had interacted with you, including her. "What's wrong?" you demanded.

Natasha, taken aback, but determined, admitted, "You look beautiful.”

She wasn't by any means shy. She could have taken you right there, knowing you were too weak to defend yourself and would have let her. Nevertheless, she didn't want that. She wasn't interested in being just another opportunist who crossed your path to take what she needed and leave. She wanted to make you so dependent on her that you would desire it in your heart to give it to her.

You furrowed your brow, confusion evident on your face. "Don’t try to distract me," you replied, shaking your head slightly.

With a deep breath, Natasha stepped closer. "Here," she murmured, gently taking your hand, guiding it to the front of her pants.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt the unmistakable hardness there, provoking you to quickly pull your hand away, your cheeks matching the same deep shade of red as hers.

"I'm so sorry," Natasha apologized, taking a step back. "I shouldn't have... It's just... This is the problem. You're so beautiful, and my body reacted."

You stood there, frozen for a moment, your mind racing. You couldn’t deny, her nurturing and caring nature was irresistibly appealing to you. In some sense, she gave you the hope of reclaiming control and rewriting the story of abandonment that etched deeply into your soul.

"I... I think you're beautiful too," you spoke. "And after everything you've done for me tonight, the least I can do is... help you."

Natasha's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and concern crossing her features. "No, solnyshko. That's not necessary. I shouldn't have put you in this position."

But you took a tentative step forward, your heart pounding but your mind already made up. "I want to," you insisted softly. "Please, I want this."

"No, you don’t," she countered, the word tasting strange on her tongue. The offer you made was tempting, almost unbearably so, but she refused to be just another person you felt indebted to.

“I do,” you reiterated.

And you genuinely did.

Although you considered it strange that someone would reject your attempts to reciprocate those acts of kindness, it could be said that it was the first time it didn't feel like an obligation, but rather an opportunity to finally experience what it’s like to have such a physical connection with someone, let alone someone as attractive as her.

Material possessions were the only things you had relied on so far, so this could even be something unique between her and you.

"I have never done it before, so this is a win-win situation," you continued, trying to persuade her. "I help you, and you teach me."

She gazed into your eyes, discovering a profound yearning. She knew you meant every word, and it made her wonder, if a mere gesture of kindness could inspire such actions in you, to what extent would your commitment go if you became dependent on her?

"Alright," she agreed. "Let’s take it slow, and if you ever want to stop, just say the word."

Natasha reclined gracefully on the couch, parting her legs as an implicit invitation that seemed to compel you to approach her, all without the slightest motion or gesture from her part.

You chose to comply, kneeling between her legs. Despite her evident efforts to assert her dominance, you felt empowered by the mere knowledge that you could elicit such reactions from her, to the point where she was unable to conceal her distress, leaving her with no choice but to confess her attraction to you.

"You’re taking your time," she murmured, her voice evidencing a palpable sense of anticipation.

As you undid her button and unzipped her pants, you could feel the hardness of her member under the touch of your wrists, even when there were two layers of cloth covering it.

And all this for you.

Her cock sprang free and stood at attention after you pulled down the hem of her boxers and pants to below her balls. She remained motionless, not taking her green eyes from yours as you contemplated her arousal.

You knew it was big, and you knew it was agonizingly hard, but the reality overcame any assumptions when you were faced with easily ten inches in length, adorned by multiple prominent veins.

"Please, touch it," she pleaded, her voice abandoning any semblance of composure. Pride, that accursed pride, was meaningless when her body irrefutably ached for you.

Her tip was a deep pink, dripping with droplets of pre-cum. Taking it gently, wrapping your fingers around it, you picked up the droplets with your thumb and spread them around it, making it take on a peculiar sheen.

“Fuck,” she moaned, closing her eyes, and throwing her head back.

That alone gave you the confidence you needed to stroke her cock in up and down movements, successfully making her tremble under your touch.

Her full lips were slightly parted, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps or high-pitched whimpers. It was truly a welcome sight, witnessing someone entrust you with their body, openly displaying such vulnerability before you.

She extended her hand, firmly grasping your wrist, and guided your hand to the base of her erection. Simultaneously, her other hand gently rested on the back of your neck, offering encouragement rather than forcing you.

You wrapped your mouth around her already wet tip, moaning as you savored the warmth of the pre-cum that seemed to keep making itself present. You began to suckle her glans gently, letting your tongue take the place from time to time to tease her hole.

Her hand clutched at your hair, guiding your head as you began to bob up and down on her cock. Her breathing became shallower as you quickly found your rhythm, delighting in the view of half of her dick disappearing into your warm mouth and re-emerging glistening with your saliva and her fluids.

“Goddamn it," she muttered under her breath, her insatiable nature getting the better of her, compelling her to lift her hips upward. It was the way your throat contracted into a gag that made her involuntarily ejaculate her seed, the hot liquid filling your mouth.

“Fuuuck!” She cum in your mouth in one, two, three spurts. It was obvious by how her face contracted in pleasure that she had not anticipated that her cock had taken on a mind of its own, stripping her of any authority over it.

You endeavored to swallow as much as your astonishment and inexperience allowed, yet a gentle cough escaped you, causing a few drops to delicately trickle down your chin.

"Well done, malyshka," were the first words that escaped her lips once her breathing steadied.

You appeared utterly perfect, as you looked up at her with those doe eyes, with the sheen of her release enhancing the fullness and glossiness of your lips. She vowed never to entertain the thought of allowing you out of her sight.

You sealed your fate the moment your paths crossed, but you cemented your doom in that very instant.

#black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #natalia alianovna romanova #g!p natasha #marvel #black widow #scarlett johansson

220 notes · View notes

nicoleheichou · 3 months ago

Text

i miss you, don't call me - chapter 37: he did what!?!?

♡ masterlist ♡ - 《 prev | next 》

synopsis: when your acting careers start to pick up you and your boyfriend zoro both decide that it's better to go your separate ways. you didn't want to, but you knew he was right. fast forward to a couple years later, when you're finally starting to heal, your friends score a deal to shoot a movie together with your ex and you're starting to think maybe you haven't really moved on.

yn had to check in and make sure zoro was okay.

idk why luffy thought it was a good idea to eat everyone's food but zoro isn't mad because yn had some of his favorites delivered. and luffy's apology was because nami threatened him. 💀

usopp just really wanted to be complimented. lol. also Jacob's fit could so pass for something usopp would wear in my opinion. lol

as usual, let me know your thoughts! leave a comment or send an ask.

taglist is open! just let me know!

taglist: @queen-aria-things @soranihimawari @youraggedybitch @captaincyberqueen @yukichan67 @roselleviennesstuff @yukimaniac @minssecret @meosq @himezoro @youmake1mistake @aixaingela @ayeputita @writing-wh0re @asterizee @redpool @hikkarins @chamomilespetal @murnsondock @firefistsimp @mimisweetz @moonlight-dreamer04 @shuujin @gespirida @diarythroughmylens @haitaniwhor3 @songbirdemerald-blog @xenop0p @alatushours

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece smau #op smau #smau #one piece #roronoa zoro #imydcm #i miss you dont call me

79 notes · View notes

bloodxbat · 9 months ago

Text

Satoru Gojo Smut Headcannons

Warnings: smut smut and smut!!, 18+ Minors DNI!!!, there will be a mix or lots of kinks

Word Count: 275 (short one)

A/N: Hi! been a while since i’ve written anything so to ease me back into it heres some Smutty Gojo Headcannons (beacause I would do anything for that man!!!)

Masterlist

Taglist

Ko-fi

Ok so by no surprise Gojo is an incredibly kinky man

I’m talking BDSM, handcuffs, ropes, gags all of the good stuff ;))

He is of course dominant, he loves being in control and seeing you beg beneath him

”Fuck look at you, you fucking love my cock inside you don’t you, tell me how much you fucking love it baby”

He’s a bit of a narcissist so watching him fucking you in a mirror drives him crazy

He’s basically horny 24/7 he loved using you as his stress relief

”I’ve had a stressful day darling…so you’re gonna lay there and be my little fuck toy, got it?”

You’re desperately submissive to him and he loves it

The amount of Hickeys he leaves on you is insane, you’ve had to start buying turtleneck tops to cover them

He loves marking you so everyone else knows you’re taken

He also loves it when you mark him to show he’d taken also

Your muffled moans are like music to his ears, gags whether it’s a ball gag to watch your spit drool down your naked body or simply pushing you head into a pillow

”Gotta keep quiet darling, don’t make me stop and force you to watch me make myself cum”

Praise and Degradation>>>>>>>

”You take me so well, such a good girl taking my cock, like you’re made for it”

ON YOUR KNEES FOR HIM ALL THE TIME

HIS SMIRK HIS EYES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM MAKES YOU WEAK AT THE KNEES

He purposely tries to make you swoon when you’re out and about with him

He knows exactly the amount of hold he has on you

Taglist(message to be added): @writing-wh0re @skarlettmikaelson

208 notes · View notes

blue-slxt · 11 months ago

Text

Kinkmas 5

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Sorry this one is so short, but my brain was literal mashed potatoes when I was trying to write this one. Maybe a part 2 later down the line to make up for it? All characters are aged up!

Kinkmas Masterlist

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Warnings: Kinda Grinding?, Ao'nung trying to cop a feel, Kinda perv!Ao'nung

Out of all the different reef clans, your family just had to come to the one where the chief’s son was a complete ass. Ao’nung got under your skin like no other. He could be absolutely insufferable. It definitely didn’t help that he was always fighting with your brothers. It was beyond irking.

Since he and Tsireya were assigned to help you all learn the way of their people, you were essentially stuck with him. Tsireya took the lead with your brothers since there wasn’t that underlying animosity with them. Kiri was already a natural and didn’t need a lot of instruction and Tuk was being taught by Rotxo. So that left you alone with Ao’nung more often.

“Just copy what I do” he says swinging his leg up and hoisting himself up onto the ilu. You copy his actions perfectly and swing yourself up onto the back of the ilu in front of him.

“Not bad. About time you started catching on.” he says with his usual cocky tone.

“Whatever. What’s next?” you say unintentionally leaning back and he sucks in a small breath when your ass brushes against his covered cock.

Ao’nung takes a moment to steady his breath before he continues. “Now, you make the bond. Gently.” He slowly leans forward to grab the ilu’s neural queue. It’s impossible for him to not think about how soft you feel against his front. And with him leaning over you this way, he has the perfect view of your chest and your slightly perked nipples. Shit, he needs to hold it together before his stiff length gave him away.

He hands you the kuru and you connect it gently with your own. A deep sigh leaves your lips and you let your own body sync with the creature under you. Ao’nung rests his hands on your hips, almost absentmindedly. It’s not long enough for him to be too obvious, but it is long enough for him to feel the soft give of your skin under his fingers. His breath stutters in his chest for a moment and he tries to cover it with a clearing of his throat.

Before he completely loses his mind, he wills himself to hop off the ilu and hide his very obvious boner under the waist-high water.

“Now, ride.”

Taglist: @minnory @sussybaka10 @celess0 @funkyflamingo01 @itchaboi-itchyboy @loaksulluyswife @myloveforyouisforever @neteyams-wh0re @the-mourning-moon @wakanda-forever-andotherfandoms @zafrinaxyz @neteyamsyawntu @pandoraslxna @xylianasblog @hotdsworld @teyamsatan @sulieykte @neteyamsoare @neteyamswillow @cryinginthemoonpool @plooto @eywaite @quaritchsluts @jakexneytiri @luvv4j4ybe11 @eywascall

#avatar12daysofkinkmas #avatar #avatar the way of water #awow #avatar fic #avatar smut #awow smut #avatar twow #aonung x fem!reader #aonung smut #ao’nung #aonung imagine #aonung x reader #aonung #atwow

237 notes · View notes

ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year ago

Note

cowboy reader comes across a crazy ex gf or partner. like not murder crazy but crazy ass bitch yk?

Description: Dana, an old 'friend' of reader turns up at his work place and decides to make a scene.

Warnings: reader gets slapped, crazy ex girlfriend, she insults JJ, she calls her a sl^t and wh0re, she also tells reader to 'burn in h3ll'

Taglist: @xweirdo101x@xdark-acadamiax@ara-a-bird@heidss@chubbyboyinflannel@pendragon-writes@migwayne@bigolgay@technikerin23@supercriminalbean@honestlycasualarcade@caffeine-mess@1s3v3n1@oddmiles@kevyeen@stealing-kneecaps@criminalskies@woodandwaxwings@wizardmon3@aphroditeslovr@ducks118@azeal-peal@13thdoctor-run@introvertpan84@goth-boi-atlas@iliketozoneout

"Hi, is there something I can help you with?" JJ asked, approaching the woman.

"I'm looking for Agent (Y/N)," The woman responded.

JJ nodded, "He's right this way," She said, the pair of them walked, silence filling the air. A million questions racing through JJ's mind about who this woman was. "So, how do you know (Y/N)?"

"He's my boyfriend," She said, "We've been dating on and off for about five years now. We met in college and it was love at first sight. But with the long distances, we kept calling it off for a while. But we always find our way back to each other."

You tried to bite back a sigh when JJ walked in with Dana. You really, really didn't have time for this. A six year old boy was missing. This couldn't have been any worse timing - it probably could have been, but right now, it didn't exactly feel like that.

"Hey baby, can we talk somewhere in private?" She asked when he approached you, running a hand down your chest.

"I can't talk for long, three minute max," You said. She sighed but nodded and you led her just a little bit away from the rest of the team, wanting to be close by in case they found anything interesting in the three minutes you were talking to Dana.

Dana immediately launches into 'flirt mode' - more than she already was. She's twirling her hair, staring at your lips. And, to be frank, you're not a fan. And you have better things to be doing.

"Dana, can you- can you come back another time? I'm in the middle of a case, I can't do this right now." You said with a sigh as she walked closer to you, the team could very clearly hear everything going on (for a team of profilers they were not good at acting subtle).

"Seriously?" Dana laughs as she swoops down to grab her bag, "You know what? No. We can't do this later, fuck you!"

"Dana-"

"What? What do you want, (Y/N)? Huh?"

"I- I told you, I'm at work right now, I can't do this here, this is important," You said.

"And I'm not?!"

"Dana, that's not what I said, but we're trynna find a boy right now and I can't do this,"

"You're saying he's more important than me?!" Dana scoffed loudly.

"Dana, I'm trynna do my job," You tried to reason. You knew it was useless. But you had to at least try.

"So you're saying he is more important than me!" She exclaimed.

"Dana, he's a missing six year old boy, you're here for a - n excuse my language - a booty call," You said.

The slap sounds through the room and in its wake is the deafening silence of the team and the tingling on your cheek. You drew in a deep breath, trying to stay calm as the team stared in shock. Giving Morgan a small shake of the head when he instinctively reached for his cuffs. "Dana, I need you to leave. Now." You said sternly, "We are not datin', I've not given you that impression and I need you to leave so I can do my job and find this little boy."

"You know what? Fine! Fine, do your little job! With your colleagues! With that slutty blonde! I see the way you look at her!" She points angrily to JJ as she continues to yell.

"You need to fuckin' leave. Now." Your voice is low as you step closer. "You can insult me all you want, but the second you insult her? Insult my friends? Either you walk out that door now or I get security to remove you."

She stared at you, huffing loudly as she turned around. She glared at JJ, "Whore." You ground your teeth hearing that, stepping towards her again.

"Dana, leave. Now." You voice is deep and you ignore the shocked faces of your team when you addressed her. Instead, she turns to glare at you again.

"Burn in hell."

"Get a life," You muttered bitterly, pointing at the door. She huffed once more before leaving.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #david rossi #x male reader #x cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #cowboy reader #bau x reader #bau x male reader #bau #bau team #male reader #male!reader

286 notes · View notes

beyourownanchor6 · 11 months ago

Text

thanks for the tags beloveds @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @wikiangela @buddierights @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings 🩵

—last snippet from author!buck as she was finally finished last night!! if you’re not on my taglist and just specifically wanna be tagged when i drop this, just lmk <3 have some buckley siblings today ��🏼

Buck let his head slunk back against the cabinet with a bang.

“Mads I’m such an idiot. I fell for a guy after one hookup and wrote a stupid book about him and then gifted it to him without a word.”

“Wait, what do you mean hooked up?”

Shit. Buck really needed to stop talking.

He rubbed at the back of his head where he’d just hit it, avoiding Maddie’s eye sight as he answered.

“We um, well I might have….it was during the photoshoot ok?”

“Evan Buckley!” Maddie chastised like she did when he was a kid. “You did not hook up at work!”

“Well technically both times were at work, just—”

At Maddie’s raised brows Buck closed his lips. Yea, he should really stick to writing. Talking out loud was so not his thing.

“Can I read it?” Maddie asked, nodding toward the papers in his lap, Buck quickly scooping up the contents and shoving them back into the bag.

“Absolutely not.”

Maddie frowned. “Why not? You’ve never had a problem with me reading your books before.”

“Yea that’s because they weren’t about me and the guy I have an embarrassing crush on.”

tagging: @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @honestlydarkprincess @onward--upward @spotsandsocks @santadiazz @barbiediaz @wildlife4life @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @spaceprincessem @wh0re-behavi0r @jacksadventuresinwriting

#buddie #buddie wip #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #911 #maddie buckley #author!buck #she’s finished y’all #yell at me to edit now #posting should start friday 😌

81 notes · View notes

magnoliabutters · 1 year ago

Text

• THE BANISHED ONES •

pairing: eddie munson x (he/him) reader

summary: nothing beats your first day at hawkins high. you meet your guide, munson, along the journey...

warnings: 18+ content & characters, minors dni, adult language; set in 1983-4, reader nicknamed "j," fluff comfort, fist fight, bullying, heavy petting, pb&j?, nasty food, make out sesh, peer pressure, novice reader, dungeons & dragons discussed (of course), eddie dom, slight mentions of violence and anxiety, almost caught, y/l/n: 1, eventual smut, references to previous parts, semi-public, detailed oral (reader & munson receiving), after care, internal dialogue, consent discussions, so far…

word count: ~14.5k so far...

reblogs for sweet baby eddie! 👹

note: why hello! i missed this story so i'm coming back to add more just in time for pride month! originally, my plan was to close it out on part three but i had way too much fun writing soooo sorry not sorry ♥️ i hope you enjoy this sweet, sexy story as much as i do! this story is also heavily based into the world and game of dnd!

• part one • the demon's stronghold •

• part two • business first •

• part three • i think we’re alone now •

• part four • munson’s guiding light •

• part five • coming soon •

comment and/or reblog if you'd like to join the taglist!

taglist: @wolfiescosplay, @eddiesprettygirl, @unholycheesesnack, @wrandomwritting, @amberolivia666, @migwayne, @lilpotatobean2, @seatnights, @moonofblindness, @hells-glory-hole (incredible name btw), @teaandpsychiatry, @siddunbi, @sad1st1c-wh0re, @sittinonvogues, @79chevyimpala, @priviatepost, & @cl0wnbehavior

• series • updates •

150 notes · View notes

unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 2 years ago

Note

I cant fucking believe I’m requesting this… but Austin Theory, specifically this United States title run, got insanely hot for no reason. Just… put me out of my misery and make me a full blown simp please… you’re probably the only writer on here who can. Your work is so good. You already made me a Messiah Rollins wh0re 😂

Please The Champ

Summary: After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Warnings: smut, oral sex(make receiving), champion kink??

An: I’m honored that you think I can make you a whore for a wrestler. Also, this is my first time writing for Austin so I hope it’s ok

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

It really didn’t take long for you to be on top of Austin once back to your hotel room. It didn’t matter how it happened, but once again Austin retained his title. Which is call of celebration.

“Killed it tonight baby,” you mumbled against his lips. He was on the couch of your hotel room, and you were sat on his lap.

“I should have killed Rollins.” You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing his face in your hands. “Fuck Rollins, he’s not here right now. But I am,” you let your hand run down his stomach and to his crotch to rub him lightly through his pants. “And I think, I need to show my champ just how great he did.”

“Ya?” He smirked, watching as you slid to the ground between his legs.

You reached up to pull his pants down just enough to pull him out. He was half hard as you worked your hand up and down. “Is this an ok celebration, champ?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to put in the work.” He pushed his hand on the back of your head, leading you to his cock. You opened your mouth, taking him in.

You started slow, bobbing up and down to get used to the feeling.

“Come on, we both know you can do better,” he urged, lifting his hips slightly to push just a bit more into your mouth. With his encouragement, you took him further and further into your mouth. You gagged lightly, feeling him push you down just enough for your nose to meet him.

“There we go, making me feel so good,” he mumbled while thrusting lightly. Tears were running down your face as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

He released your head so you could pull off to take a breath. You went back down, continuing to suck on him, running your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

“Come up here,” Austin grunted. You pulled off and stood up, but he stoped you before you could get in his lap. “Get undressed.” You began taking your clothes off, smiling while he watched you. His hand jerked himself lightly before you were naked and climbing on him. You knew what he wanted, and didn’t waist time sinking down on to.

He reached up, whipping your cheek lightly as you began moving up and down. “You look so beautiful like this. Makeup all over, completely ruined by my dick.” You moaned at his words, trying to speed yourself up. “Want to make you feel good,” you mumbled lightly out of breath.

“Ya? Would you do anything to make me feel good?” You nodded, and felt his grip on your waist tighten. He flipped you both over, thrusting fast and hard into you. “Good.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he hammered into you.

“Who’s your champion?” He groaned, bumping your head with his own.

“You,” You called out. “You Are.”

“Fucking right I am.” He could feel you gripping him, getting close. “Show me how good the champ makes you feel.”

“Austin! Fuck��” you scratched his back, shaking as you came around him. Within seconds, you felt him cum as well.

He thrust a few more times to ride out the high and then sat up, keeping himself firmly inside of you. Your legs and arms were wrapped around him, your face in his neck while he rubbed your back.

“We’ve got to celebrate more often,” he chuckled at your words.

“Baby, is celebrate with you every goddamn day.”

#Request #wwe #wwe one shot #oneshot #wwe smut #austin theory #austin theory x reader #fanfiction

232 notes · View notes

writing-wh0re · 2 years ago

Photo

Hey Hey!

I have decided to get back into writing - however, my requests are closed as I am writing for myself and sharing it with you all. I figured this would be an easier way for me to get myself back into it. Soooo I have decided to complete a mini series. Its a Royal Au! with Henry Cavill (because why not?) I hope you enjoy this as much as I am, I’m having so much fun writing this.

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Likes are great but feedback is golden!

Royal Au!

Pairing: Knight!Henry Cavill x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 2,264

Series Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Angst, Jealousy, Semi Public Sex. Mentions of Death.

Part 1 - The Princess & Him

♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕

Royal meetings were never something I enjoyed. Slipping in and out of a mindless daze while my father waffles on about, wait fuck, what is he saying?

“Ahh finally listening?” My brother whispers. I roll my eyes, nudging Arthur and pulling myself up straighter in the red velvet chair.

“Your highness, onto the next topic, when is the Princess set to disembark?” Sir Packerrton says, flicking through his paperwork.

“Disembark?” I blurt out, all eyes flicking to me. Although there are only 10 people in this room, including myself, their staring makes my skin feel engulfed in flames.

Sir Gilsten chuckles, his chuckle shaking his round stomach and slumped shoulders. He looks up from his agenda paper work, his thin glasses sliding down his oily wrinkled nose.

“Lucky you’re pretty my lady, you clearly don’t comprehend.” Glisten tuts, rolling his eyes and looking at Sir Frank who accompanies him in chuckling.

“I beg your pardon.” Arthur grits, “She isn’t the only one who needs an explanation, where is she traveling to?”

Sir Glisten slides his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it pains him to speak to us. The room is almost silent as everyone takes in our shared reaction to this news.

“Princess Y/n will be disembarking the Kingdom of Midflora to Nules Empire tomorrow two hours after first light. She will be accompanied by Prince Arthur and their private Knights, Sir Henry and Sir Charles.” Sir Frank reads off the paperwork.

The mention of his name erupts butterflies inside of me. My eyes quickly flick to Henry's, his eyes quickly locking to mine before focusing forward, tuning everything out.

“That’s all well and good Gilsten but what are we leaving for?” Arthus questions, staring down the red faced man.

“For the Princess to find a husband.”

My stomach drops, my eyes go back to Henry, his jaw clenched.

He knew.

“And this involves me how?” Arthur demands.

“Arthur” I plead, not wanting to do this to begin with and certainly not alone.

The men at the table laugh, including our father who has been abnormally quiet throughout this meeting.

“Arthur, she needs a chaperone and I am too busy to attend myself, you must replace me.”

“Oh I’m sure Y/n can handle it, she’s going to be Queen before I’ll have the chance at King.”

“Arthur.” I warn, knowing he’s using our father’s threat of throwing him out of the family to rile him up. My mind races at the thought of becoming Queen one day, knowing it's not my path. There’s no way I’d be Queen before he was king, he’s older than me and his children will succeed me. He’s just pissed off. I quickly calm myself down, so many emotions swirling around inside of me.

“I thought I was free to find my own partner.” I spit.

My father opens his mouth to speak, Gilsten cutting him off.

“This isn’t just for you. Arthur, you’ll also be scouting for a wife, however it's not as urgent as your need is, Princess Y/n.”

My mouth falls open in shock. My need? I’m only 25 and I haven't lived yet.

“Why are we just finding out about this?” Arthur shouts, his hands slamming on the grand oak table.

The room fills with murmurs before our Father stands, following Arthur's lead.

“Out!”

Everyone looks between themselves, before following the King's instruction. The sound of the heavy wooden doors closing echoes through the room.

I cross my arms, looking at my father. Multiple waves of emotion threatening to spill.

Our Father sighs, sitting back down in his chair.

“I wish your mother was still here, she would help you understand.”

“Understand? Father, Mother was your riding instructor's daughter, she would understand the need to not do this.” Arthur shouts, his chest rising and falling with anger.

“Your Mother was different, your grandparents knew her and her family, they were honorable.”

“And you don’t think we would find partners that bring us honor?” I disput.

I feel Henry’s eyes on me, flicking mine to meet his, sadness and anger floats within his eyes.

“It’s easier this way.” My Father states, looking between both Arthur and I.

I take a deep breath, feeling a hand rub my arm up and down.

“It's okay.” Arthur whispers.

I take a shaky breath in, feeling a droplet on my cheek, am I crying? Fuck.

“Y/n, honey.” My Father softens slightly, only momentarily.

“Excuse me.” I stand, my chair rumbling against the wooden floor.

“No, We discuss things in this family.” My Father spits, his index finger pointing at the table.

“Do we? Because I don’t remember there being a discussion about mine and Arthur's love lives. It shouldn’t be a discussion in the first place. And the need for me to find a husband? I’m only 25, there is no need for me to accomplish anything!” I scream, my eyes starting to fill with more tears.

“Be up at first light, I’ll send Mia to wake you.” My Father states, his stare cold. I look over at Arthur, his face red and his fists balled so tight his knuckles are white.

I scoff, my vision becoming blurry as I walk out of the room. I rush through the halls to my bedroom, shutting my door and sliding down the back of it. The straps of my dress fall down my shoulders as I sob.

♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕

A soft knock hits against my bedroom door as it pushes open.

“I’m awake Mia.” I mumble, my eyes focused on the sun rise as I sit on my bay window.

“I’ll be sure to pass it on.”

“Henry.” I breathe, closing the distance between us, my arms wrapping around him as he picks me up. Both of us holding each other, savoring the quiet moments.

“I’m sorry my princess.”

“When did you find out?” I sigh, pulling out of his embrace.

“Two days ago, they had me stand in during the meeting. Your Father didn’t make any comments, he sat there and stewed on his thoughts, I didn’t know what to tell you.”

“It’s okay, I'm just going to ignore the whole thing and not be a pleasure to be around. So watch out.” I wink, causing Henry to sigh.

“This is going to suck, seeing men with their hands on you.”

“Maybe I could tell them I’m an impure Princess, who longs only for a knight who knows how to touch all the right places and they will run for the hills.” Henry’s eyes darken at my words, his hand caresses my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.

His eyes focus on my lips, before his eyes lock with mine, a small gentle smile dancing across his face before our lips touch. Gentle, soft and loving before quickly turning into hunger, desire and need. Both of us know this may be the last time for a while.

Henry’s fingers stroke through my hair, his tongue slipping into my mouth as they twist together. His other hand holds my waist, softly squeezing my skin.

“Please.” I whimper.

“Princess.” Henry sighs, the breathless moan sending arousal to pool between my thighs.

Henry pulls away from me, my lips tingling, my body aching for him. Henry steps back, a whimper slipping past my lips. Henry reaches out, gently slipping the strap of my silk nightgown off my shoulder. His touch caused goosebumps to litter my skin, a small shiver running down my back.

I slip my arms out of the fallen straps, the silk falling off my body and pooling at my feet. My naked body is on display for him.

Only him.

“Henry.”

“Y/n, baby, give me a moment.” He whispers, licking his lips as his eyes trail over me.

Blush heats my cheeks, butterflies erupting inside of me, hearing Henry say my name always has this effect on me. Henry slowly undresses himself. Tingles run through me at the sight of his naked body.

“C’mere baby.”

We close the small distance separating our bodies. His warmth engulfs me, his lips kissing and sucking my neck, a small part of me hoping he leaves his mark.

Henry picks me up, walking us over to the bay window. Henry sits against the soft cushion, my knees resting beside his thighs, his hands on my ass.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

I cup his face in my hands, our lips meeting in the middle as Henry’s fingers rub my clit, my hips grinding against his movements.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my head falling back, his lips trailing up my neck.

He slides his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before his tip nudges inside of me. My mouth falls open, breathless whimpers filling the area as I sink down onto him. Earning a low groan to rumble through his chest.

“God, look at you.” Henry moans, my hips rocking back and forth, one of his hands on my ass, helping to guide me back and forth. The other stroked my hair, watching my face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re mine princess.”

“All yours Henry.”

Henry moans against my chest, his face buried in my breasts, his lips sucking on my nipples.

“Say that again.”

“Yours Henry.” My fingers lace through his hair, fingertips scratching at his scalp as he continues to kiss my boobs.

“Y/n, god you feel so good, fucking ruining you for anyone else.” He groans.

My eyes roll back as his hips start to thrust up to meet mine, his dick disappearing deeper and deeper inside of my warm wet pussy.

“Henry.” His name passed my lips like a chorus, a song neither of us would tire of hearing.

I place my hands on his shoulders as we move together, his fingers rubbing my clit as his cock slides in and out of me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, earning a hiss to fall from his lips.

“Just like that.” I whimper, the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of me causing my brian to fuzz.

“Doing so well baby.” Henry whispers, his lips kissing along my jaw.

“Don’t stop, Henry, fuck, I’m close.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer together, angling my hips to meet his thrusts. His cock nudges against my sweet spot, my toes curling.

“Henry, god!” I yell, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.

“Be a good girl.” Henry warns. I nod against his palm, my eyes rolling back as I cum over his cock. His fingers slow on my clit as shocks of electricity flow through me.

Henry continues to fuck up into me, his thursts becoming sloppy as I kiss his neck, sucking and biting the skin.

“Cum for me, fill me baby, ruin me.” I whisper, biting his earlobe, his grip on my hips becoming stronger, leaving small bruises that are a reminder on my skin.

“Fuck, Y/n.” My heart swells with pride as my name falls from his lips. His head thrown back against the window, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my hips and his cock pulsating inside of me.

The morning sun shining through the window shows our glistening skin. Small marks left on Henry’s body and even smaller left on me.

“Y/n!” Arthur yells, knocking on the door. “You have ten minutes and I hope you’re packed!”

“Shit.” Henry and I say in unison as we rush around the room. I dash over to my draws, pulling out under garments and rushing through the wardrobe for something comfortable yet elegant.

I peek out of the wardrobe door, watching Henry do up his shirt, his eyes focusing on the land outside. God, how did I get so lucky yet so unlucky all at once.

I shimmy into a simple black dress, a scoop neck and silk fabric that fits against my body just perfectly.

“I always liked this dress.” I smile at Henry’s comment, his lips kissing my exposed shoulder.

“I thought you did, I think everyone else hates it.” I crinkle my nose causing Henry to chuckle.

Before anything more is said, there is a knock at my door.

“Y/n?” Arthur’s voice slips through the crack.

“You can come in.” I reply, Henry slightly distancing himself from me.

Although Arthur is aware after catching Henry and I in the garden in the evening, he is sworn to secrecy. Especially if he doesn’t want our Father to find out about his Bar maiden.

“Henry, I shouldn’t be surprised to find you here.” Arthur chuckles, looking between the two of us.

“Father is looking for you, Mia is coming to grab you bags but I thought I better interrupt, whatever this was before someone else did.” Arthur explains, as Henry nods at him.

“And I am forever grateful for your efforts with this Arthur.”

“As am I.” I smile at my brother who smiles back at the both of us.

“C’mon then, we don’t have much time and I don’t want to delay this for much longer, I’d rather it be over.” Arthur states putting his arm out for me to take.

I quickly turned to Henry, kissing his cheek before taking my brother's arm.

“Meet you down there.” I wink as Henry smiles at me.

“I understand this is going to be hard, for both of you and if at any point I can help ease the stress, make me aware.” Arthur whispers as I squeeze his arm.

“I appreciate you dear brother.”

♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕♕

Everything Tag List:

@hufflepuff5972

@28cnn

@lucymfer

@rory-cakes

@it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream

@gaycatlord-stuff

@mathletemadison

@horrorxweasley

@marrymetheonott

@maybesandohnos

@miraclesoflove

@cigarett3saftersex

@dlmmdl

@renatas192000-blog

@aayaissaa

@justfangirlthingies

@afraid-to-be-me

@anonreaderasf

@i-love-scott-mccall

@teehopper

@missryerye

@alina02

@thehumanistsdiary

@thenaivegirly

@skarlettmikaelson

@bella-lxhp

@vanessalenrie

@strawbrryserena

@rocky-is-cool

@pottahishotasf

@ferretboysupremacy

@my-river-lilly

@hehehehannahthings

@sunshinexweasley

@calumisdaddyaf

@darling2800

@uwiuwi

@veryspookybatbabe

@reynaandeny

@anythingandeverything97

@fckve

@m0chaminx

@caswinchester2000

@like-what3ver

@that-lame-ghoul9000

@boho-chic-123

@immatheoreticslut

@emmah787

@luv-urself-first

@mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes

@kik51199

@violet-potter

@insomniac-nerd-posts-things

@linkpk88

@eddiemunsonsslave

@booyoubatch

@redgetawaycar

@gwendolyngonzalez

@mcotton740

321 notes · View notes

shaisuki · 5 months ago

Text

WOUNDS FOR ME TO HEAL

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings body image, talks about insecurities, mentions of past traumas, angst, ooc geto and gojo. i wrote this at five am and i still have not sleep yet.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ notes i'm sorry for the lack of update on this series. I've kind of lost interest in this one since i'm no good in plotting and writing multiple chaps. you can read from how it have gotten boring starting from the previous chapters. i apologize now for the confusion of the plot.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ taglist: @missakward123 @lupitalove @i00bear @socialanxietyvictim @tourmalxine @labelt-san @ghostlyworld @kashxyou @chiiiiiiiiiiifuuuuuuuu @cute-sucker @skii-high @boyimjustaloserforyourlove @jossayuuu @bubblesandsand1-0 @ply4vnce @witchymermaid12 @luna-v-roiya @mariyumemi @sinfullygay @higurumapet @kvk6433gkcigv @s-j320 @bts-skz @imcreepininyourheartbabe @hazzelle-kento @cashcadaver @n1vi @kiruupon @vebbiewuzhere @its-princessmara @ssetsuka @unicornqueen05 @idkwhattfimdoinghere2 @sunnytyun @tomriddles-wh0re @ya-mamaaaaa @wateriswhatiam @red-writes @saltyladyflower @greyclouq @bahurani @lovayle @okayiamkassandra @sealikesushi @sanzuandmike @spicana @luvsymai @uniquenicefangirl @ushijimaschubbs @lansy-4 @aesonsgirl @eggieshiteru @jellibean2018 @uchihabucketlist @sunaemoby @cupidscourt @divinedolliebun @rottmntrulesall @mmeharuno@sleighter @haesify @desperadaparasapagmamhal @ichikanu @daytej @0honeylemonade

to break from the past you desperately want to forget, facing them is the only choice you have left to move forward and is forgiveness is easy to be given as it was forgetting.

your fingers reach for the switch. flipping it and the light turns on, illuminating the bathroom where you spent your days staring at the large mirror by the sink. back in the days you avoided mirrors finding your reflection repulsive added by the torture where they forced you to touched yourself. confidence isn't the only qualities you wished you have and maybe thing weren't be this bad. a constant battle to yourself where you always lose.

grabbing the collar of your coat, you slowly removed it, followed by stripping out of your blouse and then your pants until you were left in your undergarments. there in the mirror stood you.

your reflection clear as the daylight and you can see every imperfections that you hated. the words came echoing how the strangers surrounded you holds such sharp tongues about your body when they didn't live on it. the venom in the words stinging your skin like it was a sin to grew with a body you have.

you scan your body with every flaw you can see starting from your face. round and the baby fat since you were born didn't dissolve as you grew up. the cheeks remains the same. you slightly cringe at the pain surfacing. this is where gojo have pinched your cheeks so bad that they started to bruise. he pays no attention to your eyes swelling with tears, too indulged in the feeling of the softness of your cheeks that he can't believe that they were that squishy and the many times where they would grasp it when they force to look in the eyes. geto is cruel when he comes to cup your cheeks in his hands and your jaw also.

then your eyes. the eyes you own where it cried tears. there's nothing bad about them. it just it have seen the hundreds of event in where they defiled you. the degrading actions you have done out of their expenses and you hear nanami's words. “they're kind. the gentlest of eyes i have seen in a person. never to cloud with wrath and kindness is the only thing you could ever see.” you remember him saying that to you. one night when you're in the brink of losing yourself and you lost the hope to move forward. you find his own eyes staring back at you. honey is the color of them and when you look farther it's brown and then this close it's a different shade of color. a sugar caramelizing in a hot pan and the thought of nanami's eyes brought you peace.

you see your lips curving into a smile in the reflection but it turns into a thin line when your eyes move to look at your flabby arms. the slightest of movement and just holding of it moves. you remember a joke to one of your skinny classmates that it is almost the size of their legs while it's true, you thought that they should have never pointed it out since you already knew it and it's not like within seconds it would disappear.

it was with you in a different time of the span of your life and then the biggest insecurity that comes into view is your stomach. it was round with the pooch almost drooping down but it is still big that pokes in tight shirts and where you find him lying down. your palms touch the squishy flesh. you grabbed a handful of it before letting it go. watching it jiggle and you look at it weird. it once carried life and after scrutinizing yourself from head to toe. you never changed and only gained the weight. you laugh at yourself like you heard something stupid. you tried to lost the weight but it's something that won't leave you and you accepted it. long ago where you've decided you want to be a better version for yourself and for the people that surrounds you, especially the two who have been your light.

after your little session with yourself, you made it a habit to do so. to remind what needed to be done and you won't be blinded again by such pretentious acts. part of you wanted to fight but you were weak and you cannot be weak when you want to fight. you set aside the thoughts for tonight, what happened earlier scared you. meeting him early wasn't intended but you did and it scares you. what if you suddenly revert back to the old helpless you. your body can betray you at such times and you needed a mind to remind and you scoff. you act like the wounds and how they scarred you didn't turned your flight or fight mode. there are things that much needed your attention and you're only starting to wrap things up.

after a quick bite, you quickly made your way to your work cubicle. paperwork's are starting to pile and you don't want to be buried underneath by it and you start except there was a huge bouquet of flowers sitting in your desk. an arrangement of deep purple hyacinths and daffodils. there's no note about it but you knew where this is coming from. without a second thought you grabbed the flower arrangement that cost more than what its worth and dunked it into your trash can. you didn't need it. it's a distraction and flowers won't make you forget and forgive. it would cost more than that.

sighing, you rubbed a sore spot in your temple. taking a big breath and exhaling. you settled in your chair. punching the keyboard with the documents needing to be submitted in the later day. glancing at the already wilting flowers rotting in your trash. this isn't going to be easier. they're already moving and sooner or later you're going to meet them. your fears already coming back and you clenched your fists. crumpling the paper you hold.

“satoru~”

a flirtatious voice coming from his fiancee who is seated on his lap. poking him with her acrylic nail in his cheek to get his attention. “you're not spending time with me anymore.” her voice sad and the gloss in her lips sticks upon pouting. gojo almost rolls his eyes but for appearances and to satiate his fiancee's attention from him, he plays along. “sayuri, i am. why are you in my lap then?” he bites his tongue from making it sound sarcastic but his fiancee was oblivious to it and continues her childish whims to to him.

“because i missed you and i want your attention.” her hands creeping up on his thigh and satoru winces from it. he hold her wrist. “laters, baby. i'm expecting company.” he interrupts her advances and it made her annoyed.

“with who?” she asks. batting those eyelashes that made her look like a stupid bitch. “suguru.” her eyes brightened like she received a good news. “then he won't mind.” she says. trying to convince him of staying but gojo isn't convinced in the slightest. sayuri's been desperately clinging to him since college and hasn't left his side ever she knows that they were about to be engaged and now engaged, she's been worst.

“private matters between us and it's not your business.” he doesn't look at her and his sight stays glued to his phone. sayuri smiles at him before kissing his cheeks and then getting up on his lap much to her dismay. she began to slowly walk away and part of her hopes he would call her and ask her to stay. say he don't mind and suguru could go fuck himself if he don't want her staying him but it was a far cry from what she hoped. deep down, she's always second to the bitch that got the best friends head over heels even if they won't show it, especially satoru but what about it, the fat bitch's probably dead and she's the winner. satoru belongs to her and later suguru would be next. the heels click against the cold floors and that's the only thing she hears as she walked away from her fiancé's office and with her thoughts.

his eyes search for something, specifically someone. the one who had been haunting him since that accident. your disappearance were a blow to him and he longs to see you again even a glimpse of you is enough to know you were alive and within in his grasp.

he spots you taking a phone call, papers in your hand as you diligently arranged them while being in a call and it was enough for him. a small smile etched in his face. while in the elevator ride, you didn't change after that. still plump and you look like you've gained more and his hands itched to touch you. feel your body move and hear your voice.

despite busy schedules he took time to meet satoru who was equally busy as him. he's building his own firm with the influence he have it won't take long before it's established and he already have people following him and he was earning from it.

the elevator dings, stepping out. he barely glanced at satoru's secretary. what's the reason to check up on his secretary when he usually frequents the building and is a long time friends with the ceo.

upon entering, he finds satoru in deep thought. “yo, satoru.” he casually calls him and satoru perks up at the sound of his voice. they settled in one of the couches except for where he's seated as the ceo.

“is there a progress, satoru?” he began. since you were in gojo's turf working under him, he let gojo shoot his shot at you and from the looks of it, the answer is disappointing and when this kind of dilemma occurs. patience isn't what satoru's next move. it would be brash and that will definitely spook you for good. suguru chuckles at satoru's silence before sipping from his cup or tea he brewed.

“flowers won't win her, satoru and certainly not those gifts you've been dumping on her desk. bet she'd thrown that out. she's not you fiancee.”

gojo groans at the thing where his fiancee is brought up and the failed attempts of wooing you anonymously. you know it was him but choose to ignore it without hesitation of dumping his gifts and not even showing the faintest of appreciation.

“and what do you propose, suguru?”

they both exchanges gazes and they know what the answer is. they have to meet you, personally.

it's been a year since you've started working here for the company and your supervisor have taken a liking to you. you were more like of her assistant than the other and you kinda felt bad about it since you're eclipsing her job but the other's fine with it means she could slack and you can even workloads now with the same pay check. you didn't complain though and with your supervisor being this attentive you might get the recommendation you needed to rise and it would be a good reference for when you're about to switch jobs.

currently, you were busy preparing the files that were needed for a meeting. the client decided they would like to meet up in a private restaurant. it wasn't a first to you since you've dealt previous appointments similar to this and besides your supervisor was going to be there or is she?

apparently, she have to cancel and let you handle this one since she trusts you she says before running to the upper floor to get her other duties. it was last minute that's why she have to let you go alone and you accepted it without hesitation cause you were just getting over proposals. get them to sign and you're done. it's courtesy to transact faster.

a high-end restaurant is where they have decided and you weren't surprised by it. half of the work force who have the same job as yours and exclusive clients choose to use restaurants like this as a meeting place.

upon arrival, you greeted the host and told the name of the client.

“hi, i have the reservation under mr. kobayashi for three pm.” you politely inform him and the host nods before ushering you to a private room. “mr. kobayashi informed us that he will be running late and you have to wait here.” the host told you and you nod. understanding the situation and this happens occasionally. you thanked him before seating in one of the chairs. you didn't bother to notice the arrangements since your supervisor isn't available at the moment. thus, you began to review the files you were about to show mr. kobayashi.

the doors open and that takes your attention from the files you were checking. your head low and when you raised your head. standing up to greet mr. kobayashi. the words for stuck before you can utter his name.

it wasn't mr. kobayashi, a balding man, whose in his fifties in a suit is what you expected instead it was two of them who have entered. a matching suit and tie but it differs in color. a navy colored suit is what gojo wear and a coal black suit for geto.

“stay where you are, (y/n). we have things to discuss.” suguru started and your legs felt weak. your heart beating rapidly and your hands starts to feel clammy. you want to throw up and just like that, it looks like you were teleported back in that cold room where you lay naked without a voice to speak and the strength to fight back.

after ordering the waiter to come back for a another hour, you feel trapped again with no means of escape. they can easily hold you down and worse, do it again. you have never felt this fear so you distract yourself from taking a sip of water.

they both sat down in their chairs beside you. not too far, not too close but it doesn't ease your nerves. you placed your hand in your thigh, your leg hasn't stopped shaking. a tick that developed, being triggered when you are put in a stress.

satoru places his hand in your shoulder. “don't touch me.” you muster the courage to speak up and he was quick to retract his hand back to its place. a touchy asshole who can't live without any physical contact. he was visibly annoyed and suguru shoots him a look.

“we won't do anything to you, (y/n). we just want answers.” suguru assures you. you take a brief look at him and you take a deep breath.

“answers for what? i'm not obligated to answer the questions you want to ask.” you swallowed thickly. you should have done it a long time ago. talk like this but you would get a spanking for it.

satoru rolls his eyes. you were this feisty since college and he's getting the full brunt of it right now. he's not the same anymore he would tell himself but sometimes he still is. “what happened to you that night?” is the first question he asked you. they know what happened to you that night but it would ease them if the answer comes from you.

you raised a brow at him. tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. you didn't have much memory of it except for when you woke up at a hospital with nanami and haibara at your side.

“i don't know. i just woke up in a hospital. doctors saying i was in coma for two days. might as well be dead.” you say without hesitation and you just want to leave this room.

their expressions is what you cannot make. disbelief? confusion? guilt? you laughed at the last part since when these two felt guilt about what happened to you. they certainly didn't feel guilty when you were crying your eyes out begging them to stop.

“why come working at my company, (y/n)-chan?” gojo was the next to ask you and you want nothing than to wipe that look on his face.

“don't you call me (y/n)-chan. i am not your (y/n)-chan. i needed a job. isn't it that obvious.” you want to scoff at him and you didn't dare make eye contact to the both of them.

“you transferred hospitals and never came back. w—”

“why i didn't came back?” you interrupted geto. oh boy, you were starting to spit venom. “so what? you can fuck me all over again?”

gojo was about to open his mouth again but you beat him to it. “it's not what it is? you didn't mean it? what? you two are changed people now? stop with the excuses and please i want to be excused in this farce of a meeting.”

“you're not resigning.” gojo warns you. “rest assured i'm not going to. i'm not planning to break my contract.” you tell him. your voice barely above a whisper. trying to keep your tears at bay.

“(y/n)...” suguru mutters. his hand holding your cheek and you close your eyes. his touch repulsed you but why does your body wanted to be held like this. he comes closer. “we can't change what we did to you but will you allow us to make it up to you?”

you opened your eyes and you met his own and it just reminded you of the misery and the torture they put you through. the same eyes who looks at you like you were trash is now somewhat holding warmth. you glance at gojo and he was also anticipating for your answer.

you inhaled and then exhaled. a stray tear rolling down in your cheek and it pains them to see you hurting from what they have done. they'll do anything in their power to make up for the pain they caused you. say the word and they'll do it. your forgiveness is what they wanted and maybe your affections too but they won't take that chance easily.

your eyes searched for the sincerity in their looks and mostly in their eyes and it was honestly true to their words and you hate yourself for what you are about to answer.

“i'll think about it.”

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #series #jjk angst

587 notes · View notes