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Dazed ... And Confused

Dazed | C1 | C2 ... And Confused | C3

Dark!BatBoys + Feyre x Reader

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Summary: You're confused, angry, then confused again. Oh, and sore. Very, very sore.

Warnings: dub-con as fuck, smut, mind manipulation, forced mating bond acceptance (lemme know if I missed somethin)

Words: idk on my phone again lol

Author's Notes: I hope you guys like this ooone I'll come back and edit it some after work but I neeeded to get this out to you guyssss I worked on it at midnight last night and then from 6:30 to now 😂 lemme know what you think!

18+ only pls

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Soft light poured through the trees above you, orange, red and gold leaves adorning them. A few fluttered to the ground, one of them tickling your nose before falling to the earth and eliciting a soft laugh from you.

Your hands were interlaced with two others, and sneaky glances out of the corners of your eyes revealed them.

Your... What were they again?

You scrunched your forehead in confusion, your left hand receiving a gentle squeeze a moment later.

"Are you alright, little flame?" You turned your head to look at him, eyes meeting warm amber, red hair covering the earth beneath him.

"Of course," you said lightly, pushing away the sinking feeling that something was wrong.

"You want to get married, don't you?" The female next to you sighed, tugging on your hand lightly. Her skin was glowing brightly, tiny flames burning at the ends of her hair. "I always knew this day would come, but I don't want you to. I'll miss my baby girl so much," she cooed, brushing a hand filled with tiny, swirling flames over your cheek, the heat tickling your skin. "You should stay at the cottage with me forever."

"I won't go anywhere, mama, I promise," you reassured her. "Besides, who would I marry?" you giggled, trying to think of any males that you knew-

"Breakfast time!" a voice yelled, pulling you from your dream. "Mother, how are you still asleep, Y/N?" The tall one- Cassian- said, the mattress beneath you shifting, and you felt a weight hovering over you. "Does your head still hurt?" he whispered, letting a thumb brush over your temple.

There was still a dull ache behind your eyes, but you felt... better? Still foggy, though, like you were wading through mud in your mind.

"Not too much," you whispered softly, a happy thrill tugging against your heart-

Leading you straight to him.

Three other golden strings were tied to your heart, each of them pulsing gently in time with your heartbeat.

Your mates.

"Good, good. Let's get you to the kitchen, baby girl," Cassian said, pulling himself off of you, a chill running up your spine with the absence of his warmth. He stood and scooped you out of the bed, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. His long legs carried the two of you swiftly to the door, and you pinched his arm gently.

"I'd like to wear something," you said when he stopped to look down at you, hazel eyes worried for a moment before softening.

"Of course, baby. I know just the thing," Cassian said when he set you on your feet carefully. He went into the closet, coming back a moment later with a giddy smile on his face. He held up a large maroon t-shirt, sliding it over your arms and letting it fall over your body, the hem resting an inch above your knees. "You look even more perfect," he sighed happily before lifting you into his arms again.

The hallways all blurred together, each turn only making you more confused-

If you lived here, shouldn't you... remember your home?

Unease gnawed at your stomach, setting you on edge as Cassian brought you into the kitchen, your other mates busy setting the table for breakfast.

"Good morning, Y/N!" Feyre squealed, dropping the cutlery she was holding to the table before beelining towards you, prying you from Cassian's arms so you were standing. Her arms encircled you tightly, your mate scenting your neck deeply before pulling away. "Are you hungry, love? We made your favorite- pancakes!"

Your brow furrowed. Pancakes weren't your favorite, muffins were-

Suddenly you remembered trying Azriel's pancakes for the first time, declaring that they were your favorite breakfast food from now on through a mouthful of them. The memory sent a sharp pain to the base of your skull, your slight wince of pain noticed by all four of your mates.

"Is your head hurting you, darling?" Rhys asked knowingly, as if you'd already confirmed it. You felt a distinct pressure in your head for a moment, your confusion at the sensation disappearing a moment later. "Sit and eat, it will make you feel better."

Four pairs of hands fussed over you, pushing your chair in carefully. Your plate was piled high with pancakes and fruit, plenty of blueberry syrup poured over the fluffy stack.

Cassian had gleefully stolen your silverware, cutting each bite and feeding it to you, taking bites of his own while you were chewing.

Rhys, Feyre and Azriel were discussing something to do with the Hewn City- where that was, you had no clue.

In fact... you had no clue where you were.

You were halfway through your plate when the memory hit you again-

Your nose was plugged by two strong fingers, your chin held in place by a large hand.

"Open up, and you can breathe again," Feyre said, waving a forkful of pancakes in front of you. "Come on, for your mate? Please?" You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to convey that you would never eat something from any of them-

But you ran out of air before the message was understood, and the moment you opened your mouth to take a breath, the food was shoved into your mouth. A hand clamped over your mouth, and paired with the fingers still pinching your nose, you had no choice but to chew.

Tying you to them forever.

You stood up abruptly, only managing to turn to the doorway you'd come through before you were restrained, hands pinned behind your back and a large, tanned hand holding you against Cassian's stomach.

"Oh, no, little love," Feyre said darkly. "You're not going anywhere. You're our mate, remember?"

You shook your head, wiggling in the Illyrian's hold. "I didn't choose to accept the bond! You forced me to!" You insisted, fighting hard against the iron grip keeping you still.

"Because you don't know what you want, darling," Rhys stated simply. "But we know exactly what you want."

"What I want is to go home!"

"And where is that?" The question came from Azriel, who had been silent until now. His hazel eyes were dark as they roved over your body before locking with yours. "The only place you belong is here."

You shook your head, trying to remember what your home looked like but-

There was nothing.

You couldn't remember where you'd grown up, what hobbies you enjoyed, childhood friends, even your parents- all of it sat on the edge of your mind, slipping through your fingers when you tried to reach for it.

Cool fingers met your cheeks, bringing your attention back to the four people keeping you captive.

"How about we let Cassian show you just how much you belong here, hm?" Feyre asked, blue-grey eyes staring at you intently. You weren't sure what she meant, but you were certain you didn't want to. Without wasting a second you were pulled through the fabric of the world for a moment, the three of you landing in the bedroom you'd woken up in.

Panic started growing in your chest, your breathing quickening-

It was snuffed out, leaving you sitting on Cassian's lap, one hand moving up from your waist to knead your breast, the other snaking down between your legs, lifting the fabric of your borrowed shirt-

You glared at Feyre, not entirely sure why you were so upset, but the playful smile on her lips had some of it melting away.

"See, little love? You belong with us," she said softly, a hand cupping your cheek so, so gently. "Don't you agree?"

Cassian's fingers dipped between your folds, a groan vibrating against your neck. "Sweet girl, so wet for your mates," he murmured against your skin, gently biting down before laving at the hurt.

"If you play around with her too long, Cassian, maybe Azriel or I should show her who she belongs to," Rhys said. Your eyes fluttered open, you hadn't even realized they'd fallen shut, and now you had three witnesses as Cassian growled, pulling you tighter to his chest.

"Don't even dare," he hissed. "What do you think, baby? Can you take me without preparation?" Your brow furrowed in confusion, but it was short lived as Cassian stood, turned around and deposited you on the bed, his pants shoved from his hips.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, the head of it red and leaking precum, and entirely too large for you to take.

"Oh, don't doubt yourself like that darling," Rhys smirked. "You've taken Cassian countless times, you'll be fine."

"Maybe a bit sore," Azriel chuckled.

Two thick fingers pushed into you, stretching you quickly as your eyes watched Cassian, his own darkened with desire. A satisfied grin slipped over his lips at the squelching noise they made, heat covering your cheeks. You tried lifting your hands to cover your face, only for them to be pinned to the bed gently, Feyre and Rhys smirking on either side of you.

"This is your punishment for thinking you don't belong here, with your mates darling," Rhys cooed, brushing his free hand against your cheeks. "There will be no hiding your pleasure from the four of us today."

You pouted at him, only for Cassian to curl his fingers just so, a pleasured sigh leaving your lips instead. He chuckled before pulling them out, using the slick on them to coat his cock. Just the sight of him running his hand over it had butterflies fluttering in your stomach, knowing he'd be inside of you in just a moment-

But you had been angry, right...? What had you been angry-

Cassian pushed into you slowly, the stretch of the first inch burning, and you tried to back away, tried to get some space-

"Ah, ah," Cassian said, pinning your hips with his hands. "No running away from us, sweet mate." Inch by inch, he forged his way inside of you, the stretch leaving you with no room to breathe by the time he'd seated himself fully inside of you.

You were gasping, your hands curled into the sheets as you tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the size of him stretching you so completely, but there was no getting used to it, especially once he started moving.

The hard and fast pace he set had you gasping with each thrust, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix every few times, pain melding with pleasure. Two fingers slipped over your clit in time with Cassian's movements, building you up higher, higher higher-

You came with a cry, walls quivering around Cassian as you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed at the pleasure still being thrust into you. Cassian groaned, falling forward to lave at your neck as he emptied himself inside of you.

You felt stretched beyond belief, tenderness already blossoming when his cock twitched inside of you, a whimper leaving your lips.

"Cass, get off of her, she's learned her lesson. Right, darling?" Rhys said expectantly.

You weren't sure what they were talking about, but you nodded your head anyways. Anything to lessen the pressure inside of you-

Cassian pulled out reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up completely. "I'll go grab a cloth, alright love?"

You didn't care what he did as you rolled onto your right side, curling into a ball and wincing at how sore you felt already, the small about of preparation he'd done doing little to stop the pain blooming inside of you.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic little love," Feyre giggled. "You love the feeling of being sore after sex, remember?"

Memory after memory hit you of you reveling in the feeling left behind by your mates, curling into Feyre's side as she held you gently while the boys cleaned you up.

Oh. You supposed you did enjoy it, then.

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organic-bloodbath · 6 months ago

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can you pls do a thanks x reader where reader is like lowk a bad ass. enemies to lovers kind of thing. maybe they have known each other for years. she tripped up during mingle but someone saved just in the nick of time but later in the bathroom he yells at her telling her he can’t lose her because he loves her. and then they kiss and stuff and fall asleep together (im a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending🙏)

I love you, fucking idiot

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope you like 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

You and Thanos had known each other since middle school. You wouldn't consider the two of you friends, honestly you didn't really know what you were since you wouldn't think of you as enemies either. You had always disliked him, atleast that's what you thought, but it wouldn't go as far as hate. More like he simply annoyed the shit out of you. Thanos had been teasing and bickering with you ever since you were teenagers, and he seemed to enjoy it. It was always harmless, he never actually bullied you.

"Well, well, well – look who it is," Thanos said as he approached you and looked at your figure from head to toe before continuing. "I see you've dyed your hair."

Your hair was naturally dark brown, but you had dyed it pink a few months ago.

"Did you do it to match with me?" Thanos smiled. "Didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

"You wish," you denied, rolling your eyes. "I haven't had a single thought about you in several months."

"So, you admit you've sometimes thought about me," he pointed out and brought his hand to rest on his heart. "That's so touching, Cotton Candy."

"Don't be so full of yourself," you scoffed. "And cut the nickname, it's gross."

When the game started right after, Thanos leaned a little closer to you.

"Wanna race?" he asked.

"For what?" you asked, right brow lifted in curiosity.

"If i win, i'll get to keep the nickname for you," he suggested with a smirk.

"And when i win?" you asked. "Because there's no way i'm losing to you."

"I'll drop the nickname."

"Well, challenge accepted."

As you were running forward, trying to ignore Thanos near you, someone suddenly pushed you, making you fall on the ground. You laid there on your back, managing to stay still when the doll turned around to scan any possible movements in the area.

"As clumsy as always," Thanos mocked quietly above you, smirk on his face.

"Shut up," you mumbled in annoyance.

When it was time to move again, Thanos offered his hand to pull you up.

"I don't need your help," you muttered and started to get up.

"Stop being grumpy and take my hand," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let him pull you up. However, he pulled you with more force than you had expected, making you almost to trip forward again but he held you still. You were standing against him now, your heads facing each other to make you lock eyes. Right then the doll turned again, forcing you to stay still for a while.

"Did you always have freckles on your cheeks?" Thanos muttered quietly as he examined your face closer, just thinking outloud.

"Duh," you mumbled and got off his grip when you could move again, taking a quick sprint forward to get ahead of him.

In the end, you did win the game just couple of seconds before Thanos, he was running right beside you the entire way.

"Ha! I win," you mocked him. "Didn't know you let yourself go out of shape when you started focusing on rapping."

"You were just lucky this time," he huffed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to bruise his ego by admitting his defeat to you.

"This time? You want to do this again, huh?"

"Until i win."

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The second game arrived the next day and you were supposed to form groups of 5 with each other.

"Alright, Y/N, you're with my team," Thanos stated, as if he had done the decision by himself.

"Um, no thank you," you laughed.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Thanos narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you.

"Now, what kind of competition would it be if we played in the same group?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. "The group that finishes earlier than the other wins."

"I see," Thanos hummed. "So what's the prize?"

"You'll see," you said and winked, leaving Thanos on his own without another word to search for your own team members.

Thanos wouldn't show it on the outside, but seeing you go and find a different group stinged his heart a little in a horrible way. Having you in the same group would have meant to either die together or live together. Being in different groups would mean the other could die while the other lived. But he couldn't force you to be in his team, no.

Your group played first and you did end up winning five seconds earlier than Thanos' group. It pissed him off so badly how you could win him twice and then rub it on his face afterwards.

"So, what do i owe you?"

"Besides all those pens you never returned to me in middle school?" you asked. "Hm. New shoes."

"Aw, is that a way to ask me to go shopping with you?" Thanos asked, having that same smile on his face which you hated. "I knew you liked my company."

You just punched his shoulder before leaving.

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The third game started, and along with his own team, you stood next to him as well.

"Now, you're not going to start wandering around this room on your own, got it?" Thanos said to you.

"What are you, my dad?" you scoffed, but having a playful smirk on your face. "You can't tell me what to do."

God, it started to annoy him how you took this as a joke. He wanted to keep you safe – no, he needed to keep you safe.

"You're not going to leave my side, are we clear?"

"That bossing me around is both annoying and kind of hot," you admitted, one of your eyebrows lifted.

"Are we clear?" Thanos asked firmly, voice getting louder.

"Yes, sir," you agreed, but Thanos could see that you didn't take him as seriously as he would have hoped.

As the rounds went by, you did stay with him and not go on your own ways. For that, Thanos was more than thankful. Since he had noticed that you kept following him, one round he didn't look so closely at your way anymore. He trusted that you were right behind him again, because the time was running out very, very quickly now and his team was struggling to find a free room. Thanos eventually did get into an empty room right at the last second.

Thanos turned around as the door had closed and locked itself, but when he saw a guy instead of you, his heart stopped. There were three players in the room with him, and none of them were you.

You had been right behind him, he had seen you. Barely two steps behind running and searching for a room with him. Thanos had been sure of it. But you weren't in the room now.

Thanos instantly ran to the gap of the door to peek out as the shootings started.

"Y/N!"

His heart was racing faster than ever before. Several people had been left outside, you included, and now their bodies were being carried into the black coffins tied with those fucking pink bows. It was too dark to recognise which body belonged to you.

Thanos leaned against the wall in disbelief. You couldn't be gone, that was impossible. You could survive anything. You had to.

He looked at his remaining team mates who were all staring at him. Nam-gyu, Se-mi and Gyeong-su, who looked at Thanos with the most terrified look out of all three.

Thanos stormed towards Gyeong-su and slammed him right against the wall, holding him captive by his shoulders.

"Where did you leave Y/N?!" Thanos shouted. "It was supposed to be Y/N!"

Nam-gyu had to pull Thanos away with a good amount of force so that he wouldn't start beating Gyeong-su up completely.

"Chill up, man," Nam-Gyu tried to calm Thanos down. "She probably found another room, don't get all heated up in the middle of the game."

Thanos took a deep breath and scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. God he was angry - mostly at himself how he had let this happen just like that and not kept a closer eye on you. He should have held your hand to make sure you were there, but he knew you would have refused and only pulled your hand away.

For the next round, he didn't see you anywhere among the players. There were a lot left and he didn't go through the entire carousel because he had lost all hope. He was sure there was no way you could have survived finding a room in just a few seconds.

Thanos didn't say a word as he walked back with his team after the challenge was finished. Nam-gyu tried to talk to him but he didn't spare any attention on him at the moment.

Then, his heart stopped for a mere second when he saw you walking next to another player, having a conversation with her which Thanos couldn't hear. You laughed at something what player 120 said to you.

You were alive. He heard your laugh, which was always louder than many other people's laugh normally were. Thanos was frozen still for a few seconds, only looking towards you.

He was disappointed when he noticed that you kept your attention just on player 120 and didn't scan the room for Thanos as closely as Thanos did for you. But he didn't waste one moment longer until he stormed towards you with large and loud steps that made many other players around him to turn and look at him.

Thanos grabbed your hand without a warning and pulled you behind him towards the bathroom. You tried to yank your hand off but his grip was too tight.

"Su-bong," you said. "Su-bong, stop."

He didn't listen to you, only dragged you after him so fast you were about to trip soon.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Thanos shouted when the door had closed. He didn't know if anyone was in the stalls right now and he didn't care.

"What?" you asked with brows furrowed, confused what Thanos was on right now.

"Don't you 'what' at me," Thanos spat, then pointing his finger at you. "What the fuck was that in the game?"

"What was?"

Thanos took a deep, frustrated breath in not to explode in total pieces in front of you.

"You didn't come to the room with me," Thanos said with a chuckle, though he found absolutely no part of this conversation funny. "You weren't in our room, Y/N. Why the fuck weren't you there?"

"I tripped," you shrugged. "You were gone already so i found another room."

You looked so indifferent and how this wasn't a big deal. You looked like you didn't care and it made Thanos even more enraged, fire building inside him unbearably hot.

Thanos laughed. Actually laughed. He didn't know where it came from because none of this was funny, but his emotions unfolded in uncontrollable laughter for a moment.

"Okay Thanos, what's going on?" you asked and crossed your arms. "I tripped, found a room and i'm now here."

"Don't you understand, Y/N?" he said in desperation, putting his arms on both of your shoulders. He had stopped laughing, his face completely serious and turning into anger and annoyance again. "You could have died!"

"Yes, Thanos, i know," you took your turn in laughing. "That's the point, they kill who lose-"

"But you could have been one of them!" he yelled at you, his face now only a few inches away from you. As he looked into your eyes, his wide eyes softened and his face relaxed more, voice turning a lot more quiet as well. "I could have lost you, Y/N. I was meant to protect you."

His hands moved upwards to cup your cheeks in their gentle hold.

"I can't watch you die," he said by barely a whisper. You leaned your face into his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. It annoyed Thanos. "What's so funny?"

"You like me," you stated with a grin. "Admit it, you like me."

Thanos huffed and rolled his eyes, letting go off you. He turned around to leave without another word.

"Come on, just say it," you said playfully, starting to follow his back. He gave you only silence and tried to ignore your finger drawing zigzag patterns on his back. "Come onnnnn, Su-bong. You like me, you like me, you like-"

He turned around in a mere second, stopping on his tracks so aprubtly that you bumped on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N!" Thanos shouted. "Don't you get that?"

Your eyes widened and so did his. The words weren't supposed to leave his lips like that, but you managed to press his buttons in a way to squeeze them out of him. You looked at each other, him sparing a quick glance at your lips.

Before either of you knew it, both of you leaned in towards each other and crashed your lips into a hungry kiss.

His arms were roaming all around your body, pulling you tightly against his body by your lower back. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing through his purple hair. His tongue forced your mouth open wider and was able to dig itself deeper to explore new parts of you.

Then, the door of one of the stalls opened slowly a few metres behind you, startling both of you out of the trance of savoring each other.

Min-su looked at both of you awkwardly, hint of pink on his cheeks, then quickly going to wash his hands and avoiding any eye contact with you. Neither you or Thanos moved during this time, not an inch besides of your heads to follow his movements. Your left hand was resting on his shoulder, your right fingers against the back of his neck. Thanos had his hands on your lower back.

Min-su glanced at you, both of you staring at him and waiting for him to leave, and then hurried out of the bathroom without another look. You and Thanos both burst out laughing at the same time.

"Oh my god," you mumbled and wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye.

Thanos put his finger on your chin, a smirk playing on his face.

"So, want to continue this," he suggested, trailing his tattooed finger along your lip and jawline, "somewhere more private, hm?"

You pushed his hand off.

"As if."

You were about to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around back to face him.

"So you're just going to leave me hanging like that, Y/N?" Thanos asked, eyebrows raised close to his hairline.

"Thanos, i'm not going to go to the damn stall with you."

Thanos grabbed your face into his hands, making you look at him. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but he only looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, i meant it," he said seriously. "I love you."

Your brows furrowed.

"I love you and i can't handle the feeling inside me when i even think that something bad might have happened to you," he explained with such a vulnerability in his voice you had never experienced before.

You looked at him seriously for a while, until you started to giggle.

"You loveee me," you teased.

"Shut up," Thanos mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned his back to you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your chin on his left shoulder, gently caressing his chest with your palm in a soothing and calming way like you were trying to calm down a child after a breakdown. He stayed still under your touch.

"I think i like you too," you admitted.

"Just 'like'?" he asked. "Like, a friend or what?"

"Well, i wouldn't want to have you die either," you admitted. "It would make me sad."

"Would you cry over me?" Thanos asked.

"I might. A little bit."

Thanos knew you didn't show your true emotions easily to others and especially didn't admit them with words. He had always known that you showed your emotions through actions, not through speech. It would be useless to force you confess 'i love you' back even if you did love him.

"Would you be okay if... you saw me with another woman?" he asked slowly. "Someone else kissing me like we did, hm?"

You were quiet for a moment, still standing behind him on your tiptoes in the same position, but now grabbed his cheeks with your hand, turning his face towards yours. Your faces were so close your noses were only an inch apart from each other.

"You're mine, you hear me?" you stated seriously with a stern voice, fingers pressing hard on his cheeks. "No other woman is going to touch you as long as i live, got it?"

Grin spread on Thanos' face.

"You likeee me," he mocked you with a smile, imitating you.

"I'll hit you if i have to," you threatened but kept your hold on his shoulders as gentle and relaxed as before.

"I know you've fallen so madly in love with me," he insisted.

"And how are you so sure about that?"

Thanos turned around to make your bodies face each other.

"Because when i do this," Thanos said and simply put his hands on your cheek and lower back, pulling you closer, "you get all flustered and you scrunch your nose like this," he explained, slightly scrunching his own nose. "And you get jealous."

"I don't get flustered," you refused, narrowing your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"I'll get you to admit it some day."

"Get over yourself."

☆☆☆

When it was time to finally go to sleep, you had just laid yourself on your bunk, until felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"If you think i'm going to have sex with you right now, you're very much mistaken," you stated and turned your back to him. "Go to sleep, Thanos."

Thanos scooped over to lay on the bed on his side behind you.

"Who talked about sex?" Thanos asked, like the entire thing was a foreign concept to him. "I'm tired after the game too, you know."

"What are you doing?" you asked as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, your back against his chest.

"Getting a comfortable position to sleep."

You stretched your neck to look at Thanos over your shoulder.

"You planned to sleep here?"

"Obviously, señorita."

"Why?"

"Because that's what men do when they love a woman – or so i've heard."

"We're not a married couple, Su-bong."

"Do i have to fall on my knees to propose to you right now to make you shut up and accept me as your sleeping buddy?" Thanos asked, looking a little too serious that he'd actually do it if you kept resisting.

You eyed him for a moment until turned your head away from him back to rest on the pillow.

"If your hand wanders anywhere else than my waist i'll kick you to the floor," you stated seriously as you closed your eyes.

"Fair." Thanos lifted his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, grumpy princess."

"Gross."

"I know you love it."

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rafecameronsversion · 7 months ago

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bright beverly hills || r.c

summary : kooks bully you at a party, and rafe reassures you.

warnings : bullying, discrimination, cursing, use of y/n, feminine descriptions.

i'm unsure if this is any good 🥸 i feel like i rushed it a lot. but hope u likey

rafe and i were two sides of the same coin, opposite but inseparable. he grew up in a silver spoon gated community, everything was served to him in a silver platter. a bubble-wrapped future, footsteps for him ready to follow.

while i was having candle-lit dinners at the cut, he had them in fancy michelin star restaurants. rafe had a cold exterior when it came to other people; to protect himself. however, when it came to me, he was the most caring boy.

clandestine meetings at the age of 12, his father would berate him for hanging out with a "pogue" like me, but he couldn't let him take away the one thing that brought him peace. we were best friends, eventually becoming more with lingering touches and longing glances.

he became a honorable part of my humble family, sometimes being invited over to our most simple of dinners, dancing in the living room late night swims in the beach.

it was friday night in outer banks, a party in full swing. this house belonged to topper. i was clinging to rafe's arm, feeling out of place. the tension in the air was palpable. i had debated that i didn't want to go here, knowing i would feel singled out and small.

this place yelled every single thing that was different between us two. the glistening chandeliers, polished floors, and snobby laughs coming from kooks who have never worked a day in their lives.

rafe smiles, looking at me. "i'll grab us some drinks real quick, alright baby?" he spoke, a gentle tone in his voice that was reserved only for me. i hesitated, not wanting to be left alone in this damned place. but i nodded, i couldn't be the one to hold him back, especially in his world. glamorous, shining, bright beverly hills.

he turned around, getting lost in the crowd of super rich kids. i stood in a less crowded corner, trying to attract the least attention, and it seemed to have worked.

three girls nearby were whispering among the other, yet they were louder than they realized.

"could you believe rafe cameron brought that girl here?" the blonde one scoffed, jealously reeked out of her mouth. the other two agreed, chiming in.

"must be hard living on the cut, always desperate to climb their way out." another one insinuated. i couldn't help but scoff at the idea, my heart was heavy and i couldn't bare being here. the bimbo chimed in, a confused look on her face.

"you really think she slept her way to be his girlfriend? i don't think even cameron would allow that..." she spoke, eyes wide. the blone one rolled her eyes. "well, even the richest men can still think with their dicks, jessica." she was an absolute mean girl, and her tone displayed it perfectly.

i felt like the walls were moving in on me, it was all too much. this place was too much. i quietly turned away, going outside by the porch where no one seemed to stay. i breathed in the fresh air, fidgeting.

soon after, rafe had found where i was. he looked at me fondly, a soft smile on his face. "hey... there you are. i thought i lost you in there." he said, rubbing his hand over my shoulder. i exhaled sharply.

"why am i here, rafe?" i questioned, my voice was low as i stood against the railing of the front porch of toppers' home, that was as big as the living room of my family's house. rafe looked at me confused.

"what do you mean, baby?" he asked, a soft and confused look in his eyes.

i laughed out a scoff, a bitter tone. "i don't belong here, rafe. your world... this mansion, these people." i paused, unsure how to continue. "i grew up on the cut, these people do nothing but look down at us. i can't be here rafe, i can't be in this world."

rafe's jaw tightened, looking away for a second before looking back at me. "you know that's not fair" he spoke, his voice on the edge.

"what's not fair is you pushing to bring me here! i don't have any of the things the girls here have. you'd be better off with someone from your world..." i spoke, my voice breaking a little from frustration.

rafe's eyes softened, he moved closer toward me. "baby..."

"don't you see how different we are? your world is all polished floors and bright chandeliers. mine is messy and chaotic." i spoke softly, afraid my voice will betray me.

he reached out, grabbing both hands and bringing them closer to him. "listen, i didn't bring you here to make you feel small. i don't want these girls, they can all go fuck themselves! i love you, and i love that we're different." he spoke softly, kissing the knuckles of my hands.

"none of this matters to me, baby. it doesn't mean anything if i don't have you." rafe spoke, his blue eyes warm.

i searched his face, looking into his eyes. i want to believe him yet doubt lingered in the back of my head. "you say that now..."

"but what happens when your friends remind you of who i am? when your dad tells you i'm not good enough." my voice was below a whisper, afraid of the possibilities of this relationship we had.

rafe held me by my shoulders, "i don't care. i'm done caring what they think. i want you, and the messy and chaotic world you've shown me." he said, leaning in and kissing my forehead.

"i don't need this world. i want the one where you showed me it's okay to be real, that it's okay to feel." he says softly, looking deeply into my eyes.

the way he looked at me so gently, so genuine. i felt as if i could cry. i attacked him in a hug, my arms wrapped around his torso.

"its just... those girls get under my skin. kept talking about how i slept my way out of the cut." i admitted quietly, my head still against his chest.

rafe shakes his head, hugging me back. "never ever let them get to you. they're just pissed." he pulled back to look at me, smiling. he pressed his lips onto mine, for a short and delicate kiss. "how about we just get out of here?" he said, a cheeky smile on his face.

i laughed, nodding my head yes. "i'd like that so much. please." he grinned, putting my hand in his as he guided us out of this place.

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writeroutoftime · 1 year ago

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omg HEYY congrats on 3k!! i just followed but i am so excited to be here :) i am currently sick so when i saw the sickfic recs (specifically the "no, you're not fine. you're burning up”) i was like i need this right now actually so if you have time i would love jamie tartt saying that to a sick reader (it would heal me i think) congrats again!!!

a/n: oh my goodness, thank you, lovely! you are so sweet, and I'm glad you're around!! sorry to hear you aren't feeling well, but I hope this fic can offer a small bit of comfort and that you feel better soon!

oOoOo

"Uh, where do you think you're going, love?" Jamie's voice rang out from the kitchen, cup of coffee in his hand and an incredulous look etched on his face.

Shakily, you turned from the door and offered a weary smile. "Morning, Jamie. I'm off to work, where else?" you tried to joke before you descended into a fit of coughs.

Jamie mumbled your name, placed his mug on the counter, and crossed down the entryway until he stood inches away from you. The back of his palm reached out to feel your forehead. "You really think you're fit enough to go to work?"

"Yeah, 'course. I'm fine." you said, leaning into the warmth of his palm to fight off the shivers that had wracked your body all morning.

"No, you're not fine. You're burning up." Jamie countered, his hands on your shoulder, steading your figure.

With a newfound sense of determination, you pushed your boyfriend's hands off and attempted to stand up straight. "It's just a little cold. Now, seriously, I have to get to work."

It took you a moment to gather your work bag and open the door. Before you could, however, Jamie gently gripped your arms and pulled you back into the comfort of your flat. He wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you back to the bedroom.

"Jamie." you tried to protest.

His head titled, puppy dog eyes wider than you'd seen them. "Love, please, give yourself at least a day to rest. Let me take care of you, okay?"

Finally, you conceded and sat down on the bed. Jamie smiled softly and knelt beside the bed. As gently as possible, he pried the shoes from your feet and pressed a gentle kiss to both your knees. Pushing off the ground, he grabbed your comfiest pjs and peeled off your work clothes, guiding your arms and legs into your new outfit.

"Alright, let's get you into bed. How does that sound?" he whispered.

A soft hum came from your lips, and you melted into your sheets the moment you hit the mattress. Jamie made sure the blankets were tucked up around you. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and whispered promises of returning as soon as he could as your eyes fluttered shut despite any protests.

It could have been minutes or hours later, but when Jamie crept back into your room you shifted awake and moved to sit against the headboard. "Hi, babe." you greeted, voice scratchy from sleep.

"Didn't mean to wake you, but why don't you have some of this tea?" he offered, producing a steamy mug of tea that felt delicious against your palms.

Your heart melted at the way Jamie fussed around the room, and by extension, fussed over you. He fluffed your pillows, brought a book to your bedside table, and made sure you had a small snack to go with your tea for when your appetite return. Never had you felt so cared for - it was a feeling you never wanted to let go."

"Hey, thank you, Jamie." you told him, hoping he knew just how much he meant to you.

At first, Jamie simply shook his head. "No thanks necessary, love. I'll let you rest. Just yell if you need anything, 'kay?"

"Wait, Jamie?" you called out, more like a question. His eyes met yours and you suddenly felt very sheepish. "Would you, uh, stay here and just cuddle with me?"

His lips split to reveal a giant grin as he bounded to lay in the spot next to you. "Anything for you." he said and wrapped his arms around you. Sleep found you both very easily afterwards.

#rita's 3k/5 year celebration #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso x reader #rita writes

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shegatsby · 1 month ago

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Ok may I request a soulmate au with a reader who is oblivious but like she doesn’t wear heels or makeup he’s like all natural. And she foster kittens.

Fluff to nsfw sub reader

Inexperienced virgin reader

A/N: Hi! I'm finally getting to my request, i had other ongoing stories to write so i have been busy and apologies! Love you all, enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Virgin reader.

She was walking to the animal shelter, they had her number so whenevr there was an emergency of fostering kittens they would call her and she was on her way, cold Baltimore weather not giving her a break. It was snowing like crazy but she didn't care, she had speacial place for animals in her heart, especially cats so she was going to do whatever it would take to help animals, no matter what. As she got off the bus she literally ran to cross the street to the animal shelter and just as she was about to reach for the door she slipped and fell on her ass. She sighed, cursing her fate, she was about to get up when she saw a gentleman's hand extended towards her, ''Mind if I help you Miss?'' a low baritone voice pulled her back to the reality, ''T-thank you.''

She managed to say and took the hand of the stranger and with his help she got to her feet. The stranger's hand was strong and with his other hand he held her side to steady her and she felt something in her chest, maybe it was beacuse of the cold air or how charming the stranger was. ''I believe our destination is similar.'' he added, pointing the animal shelter, ''I believe so.'' she replied smiling ''Allow me.'' the tall stranger opened the door for her and they walked inside, thankfully the inside was warm and welcoming. ''Are you here to adopt?'' he asked curiously, ''No, they called me to foster kittens, they have my number so whenver they need someone to take care of a clowder of kittens I'm here for the rescue.'' she shortly explained and it earned her a small smile for the man in an expensive long coat and black leather gloves. His maroon eyes regarded her kindly yet with a touch of distance, ''What an honorable task to complete. I'm charmed.'' and in that oment she felt a rush of heat climibing to her face, she wanted to curse under her breath but held herself. ''Are you hear to adopt?'' she asked the same question. They were standing still, no one seemed to pay attention to them, ''No, I'm here to pick medicine for a friend's dog.'' he explained nonchalantly, ''Oh, what an honorable task to complete.'' she said and walked to the desk to retrieve the kittens that needed her attention and care.

After that strange meeting with that stranger she haven't seen or hear from him for a week, just like any other encounter. However, something happend which gave her a slight hope. One evening she was in her home, kittens on the floor sleeping or eating, she got news that all of the kittens would be in their new homes soon so she was happy and sad at the same time. As she was watching her favorite TV show her phone rang but it wasn't soemone she knew, she waited and then decided to answer. ''Hello?''

''I'm sorry to bother you but I have received your number from the animal shelter.''

And with that low baritone she froze on her couch, was this the man she met a week ago, ''Yes....'''

''My name is Doctor Hannibal Lecter, I have an emergency with a mother cat and her kittens, I called the animal shelter but they said they were closing and gave me your number instead.'' he paused and then chuckled to himself, she liked the sound of that, ''Honestly, I'm lost when it comes to taking care of animals, I don't know if they're healthy or not, is it okey if I brought you the mother cat and kittens... tonight?''

She checked her clock on the wall, her house was clean and tidy, she was in her pjs. ''It's alright. I'll send you the address.'' and they hung up.

After 30 min Doctor Hannibal Lecter was in her home with the mother cat and kittens, ''Good heavens! You already have 4 of these little creatures, I had no idea, I'm so sorry.''

She laughed little, ''It's fine, they will be gone soon, all of them are adopted. I'm happy to have new ones.'' As they sat on her couch she checked the mother cat and the kittens and they were fine, of course they were fine, Hannibal just needed excuse to get her number and see her, she was so attractive that Hannibal had never seen a woman with such natural, divine beauty. If she were in ancient times she would have started at least 3 wars in her name but he would fight, deceit and do whatever it takes to have her for himself. Her hair was loose, she had no make up and she had basic clothes, black leggins, wrapping her delicious legs rightly, and a white sweater. Obviously she was young, maybe freshly college graduate, her flat was small, maybe she rented when she was studying and decided to stay.

''They seem fine. I'm happy to take care of them.''

Hannibal was glad but didn't want to leave and end the conversation, thankfully before he could initiate she did. ''Would you like some coffee?''

Later, they were drinking their coffee and having a nice chat of art, education and culture. He learned that she working at a corprate job, cyber security and it was 9 to 5. He liked a woman with a stable job and a good career, full of posibilites.

Hannibal wanted to caress her face and tell her how naive she was, he got those cats from another animal shelter just to see her and get her number.

Once the conversation came to realtionships he asked if she had a boyfriend and learned that she was single and it looked like a long time, ''That's crazy, how can a woman such as charming and beautiful yourself be single?!'' he protested but deep down he was relieved that he didn't have to remove the ''boyfriend''

After that night Hannibal had a solid excuse to talk to her thanks to the cats, and after days he had invited her over for dinner, to thank her formally.

That night she showed up in a simple black dress, her natural hair long and loose, Hannibal got her coat and hanged it and welcomed her.

She felt a bit embrassed when she saw the courses he had prepared himself. He was a very capable man indeed.

''Hannibal.. these are delicious.'' she had to admit, over the days they became in name basis, he wanted so.

''I love cooking for people I care about.'' He replied, was it too soon? Once he saw her reaction it satisfied him. She blushed and looked away.

After the dinner Hannibal took her to the basement to show her the wine collection he had and seeing her leaning on the wall did something to him, he was going to court her for a long time and then make a move but in that moment all of his rules were thrown away. He took a step towards her and kissed her soft lips, she was backed against the wall next to the wine racks. She froze when she felt his plump lips on hers, what was going on? She slightly parted her lips for him to enter and continue kissing her but her whole body was in fight or flight mode, she wasn't used to this, her last boyfriend was back in first year of college and then she didn't date anyone, also the fact that she was still a virgin made her heart beat faster than normal. ''Hannibal..'' she moaned into his mouth, her hands came to his clothed chest to stop him, Hannibal stopped, he tried to catch his breath he was looking into her doubtful eyes, ''I've never...'' she began and silenced herself, Hannibal had a hunch but now he was certain. ''I know,'' he said softly, he caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead, ''If you let me I would like to make you mine tonight.'' his words, the positing they were in it was all intoxicating so she gave in, nodded slightly and Hannibal, with a swift motion picked her up bridal style and carried her upstairs, his bedroom. She didn't have much time to look at his room but it was chic and elegnat with dark tones, he laid her on the soft, satin sheets that smelled fresh. He started leaning down on her and closing the gap and they started kissing slowly, soon the kiss got heated, her hands went to his shirt to take it off, he unbottened and took it off, his toned and hairy chest was at display and she ran her hands on his chest, he was also fit, maybe he was also working out, he was perfection. Later his hands started to play with hem of her dress, she was shy but let him take off the black dress and she was in her simple black underwear, she felt embarrased but Hannibal reassured her, ''The most dublime being on this earth...'' and he started kissing her legs, working his way up to her thighs and then belly and his lips found her lips once again. He was way older and experienced then her so she decided to let herself be relaxed and in his hands, he knew what he was doing. He gently took off her bra and tossed it aside, she wanted to cover her breasts but he didn't allow it, he held her wrists, ''I want to see you, sweetheart.'' she was blushing crazy but she also felt safe, Hannibal's mouth found her tit and started sucking gently and playing with the other, his hot mouth made her moan in pleasure, she was getting wetter each second. Then, he didn't forget to suck the other one, making wet sounds were driving her mad. ''Hannibal..'' she whimpered, ''Yes, my love.'' he replied with a cocky tone, making a pop sound as his mouth left her tit, ''Please...'' she begged and Hannibal was pleased, ''Please what? Use your words, sweetheart.'' he loved her like this, desperate and in need.

''I want you.. I need you..'' she was whining like a cat and he loved it. He had been with many women before but Y/N was the one who entertained him and gave him pleasure by just being displayed on his bed, all flushed and shaking.

''Your wish is my command.'' and with that he took off his pants and boxers, climbed back to his bed and took off her panties as well. She was again shy and reluctant a bit but Hannibal, without scaring her, he pushed her legs apart and saw her shiny core, all wet and never been used, just for him and him only. Hannibal was going to make sure that she belonged to him, body and soul after tonight.

''You're so wet... all for me..'' he had an idea, ''Come here and spit on it.'' his hand went to her chin to grab her gently, and she was lifted. She looked at his cock, it was big and viney. She spit on it and looked up into his dark eyes, ''That's a good girl.'' and he pushed her back and she was enjoying it. This new side of him, dominant and in charge. She was on her back again, legs spread wide and she watched Hannibal tease her entrance with his tip, even the slightest touch made her shiver in ecstasy. ''Tell me how much you want me, love.'' he was calm but with and edge, he couldn't wait to be inside her and make her his but he needed to hear it. ''Hannibal... I want you so bad, please fuck me.'' she confessed, ever since the first day she saw him she felt this pull toward him, like a magnet. Hannibal growled in desperation and slowly entered, he was intent on being slow and gentle first. As he was halyway in she was a whining mess under him and he liked the image he saw, he made a mental image to remember it whenever he wished. He leaned to kiss her as he fully entered her wet core, she arched her back like a feline, so hot. ''I know baby,'' he was whispiring in her ear as he picked up a pace, ''I know, I know, just endure for me...'' she was cluthing the satin bed sheets like her life depended on it, she had never expected sex to be this good, of course at first there was a skight pain but then Hannibal's skillful movements made her feel like she was on the clouds. ''You like it, princess?'' his pace got a bit faster, in his room they could hear the skin to skin contact, wet and obscene sounds filling their ears. ''Yeah..'' she whined her eyes close, ''Look at me, look at me as I fill you up.'' he held her chin and force her to look and the sight she saw was something she had never seen before but she liked it. She wanted to be his for the rest of her life.

''Look how perfect you're.'' Hannibal was telling the truth, ever since their first encounter he also had a strange pull toward her that he couldn't explain, maybe her natural beauty or the innocent look in her pretty eyes... he didn't care. All he wanted was to be around her and have her in his space, after the cat incident he had another plan coming to his mind as he was filling her up, he was going to orchestrate an immoral plan to make her live with him but they needed time for that. He had to earn her trust completely. His cock in her made Hannibal feel like he was a cave man, getting what he wanted, and he liked that primal feeling. She brought that feeling in him with her soft feminine manners and features. ''Say my name!'' he was getting close, her wet pussy was so tight that he was about to see the stars, ''Hannibal..'' she looked into his eyes as he was pounding in her like a man starved. ''Hannibal..'' he liked the sound of her desperation and need and he knew himself, tonight was going to be a long and sinful night. His free hand went to play with her clit to also bring her close, that little bundle of nerves did wonders to his case, she started to shake deeply, and she was coming with spasm, and then Hannibal followed, he spilled inside her, no protection, no nothing. ''Fuck...'' he growled, buried deep inside her, she kissed him and he rode his high, once his seed spilled in her wet core he pulled out and watched it, he used both of his hands to open her up good and watch his seed come out, it was a sight to see. He looked up to meet her gaze, ''You're mine.''

Thank you for reading. :)

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lesbojournals · 1 year ago

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Could you poly!maraduers x reader with now a baby? Since i believe that you've made some pregnant ones, and i just can't imagine them taking care of a cute little baby🥹🥹 please do when reader is postpartum

Poly!Marauders x Postpartum!Reader

a/n: i hope this is good! i wasn't sure if you wanted reader to have postpartum depression or not, so if you do let me know and i'll write another part !

You groaned at the sound of your baby’s cries. Turning, you nudged whichever boy was next to you at the moment.

“Whoever’s turn it is, it’s not mine.” You mumbled, attempting greatly to fall back asleep.

“It’s Jamie’s turn.” Sirius let out grumpily.

Remus yelled out. “Jamie!!”

“Huh? What?” James responded, shooting up from his lying position.

“The baby.” You groaned again.

“Oh. OH!” He jumped up from the edge of the bed, and ran to the baby’s room.

You leaned up on your elbow to see him shushing and cooing the baby on the monitor. He brought the baby close to his chest, and your heart melted seeing the baby calm down at his touch.

You leaned back down and shut your eyes, feeling Sirius embrace you.

When you woke up, all of the boys were out of bed and you glanced at the alarm clock. Wow, 11AM. You hadn’t slept that late since before you got pregnant. You rolled out of bed, sliding on your slippers and putting on your robe.

You entered the kitchen after freshening yourself up, seeing all three (wait, you guess it was four now?) of your boys there.

“And here comes the broomstick!!” You heard Sirius call, and your baby boy looked up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

He ate the food while still staring at Sirius lovingly, and you could see your boys admire him in his highchair from just their kitchen seats.

“Hi my loves,” You greeted, taking a seat next to Remus, who gave you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“Mama!” Your baby laughed when seeing you, and silence struck in the room for seconds before complete chaos erupted.

“What did he say?”

“Mama? Did you say Mama?”

“Say that again, honey!”

Your baby looked around defensively before looking back at Sirius and making grabby hands for the food. Sirius was distracted looking at you though. You had your hands up to your mouth and tears in your eyes.

Remus rubbed your back comfortingly. “Baby? Are you alright?”

You sniffled, moving your hands from your mouth. “Yes, yes. I’m just…so happy.”

Your baby looked at you and smiled big, making grabby hands towards you. “Mama!!”

You leaped up from your chair, tears flowing down your face, and lifted your baby from his highchair. He giggled as you held him close, swaying back and forth.

“Oh my love, we love you so much.” You whispered to him, continuing to sway. “Your daddies and I love you so so much.”

#poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders x pregnant!reader #lesbojournals asks

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beansandsprouts · 2 years ago

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Sunshine

Female reader. Sparse use of y/n.

Summary: Growing up, Bucky never thought he'd find his soulmate. Years and years and years of searching. Even Steve had found his. But you were nowhere to be found. Until he was living in the Avengers Tower. Until you happened to join the team.

Warnings: none

Considering making this a series, let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next one. I may consider doing a bit of a rewrite of it all on my other fanfic blog and add in some sweet smut in there. Everything on this blog will be kept mostly PG.

Bucky was irritated. He didn't see why there had to be this big deal about a new team member. And he didn't understand why he had to be there. They hadn't been told much about you. All Tony had said was you were ex-military, and that everyone typically called you Grim. As in Grim Reaper. Bucky had to admit he was curious to know what earned you that nickname.

With a callsign like that, you had to be ruthless. Cold blooded. So he wasn't expecting this cute bubbly thing to practically skip in alongside Tony with a huge grin. Though he could tell that belt buckle you had on was hiding a knife.

He was immediately taken with you. He'd been a heartthrob in his younger years, had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. Though he hadn't really been with anyone since being freed from Hydra, though he'd seen pretty women. You, however, were completely different.

The warmth of your smile and twinkle in your eyes made his chest warm. He admired the shape of your lips and the way your jaw curved. Even the little glimpse of your collarbone had him tingling with an unfamiliar excitement.

"Alright, everyone this is our new teammate. I'll let you introduce yourself." I gestured for you to step forward.

"Hi, nice to meet you all. Name's y/n but most just call me Grim." You offered a bright smile.

Bucky felt his heart skip a beat when you spoke your name. Hell everytime he heard that name he got his hopes up, and without fail they'd been dashed. There was no way it was you. You were technically a lot younger than him, it'd be ridiculous if you were his soulmate.

Right?

Everyone else immediately greeted you warmly, your sunshiney demeanor immediately brought a feeling of ease to everyone around you. It didn't take long before you and Steve were swapping combat stories. Bucky sat quietly the entire time, taking you in. He was hoping to get a glimpse of your soulmate mark, wondering if it'd be his name written in his messy writing. But your damned long sleeves obscured even the tiniest glimpse of it.

Your laugh was like music to his ears. He felt breathless hearing that beautiful sound and watching the way your face changed. You were gorgeous. Even the way you blinked had him enamored.

He swallowed hard as you giggled and playfully nudged Natasha when she made a joke. You hadn't even directly spoken to him yet and he was already absolutely whipped for you.

After a while, everyone dispersed, and Tony led you to your room. Which coincidentally was right across from Buckys.

He awkwardly stood in his doorway as he watched someone bring two duffels and a box into your room. You didn't have much. He had a feeling you had tactical gear in those duffels and a few sets of fatigues. He had to admit he was a bit surprised considering your bubbly personality. He thought you'd be the type to have a bunch of cutesy clothes to wear when you were off duty. And some pretty things to decorate your room.

Though to be fair you'd basically come straight here from the military. You'd hinted at having enhanced abilities, but Bucky doubted you'd been given the same serum as him or Steve. He had to admit he was excited to see what you were capable of.

You'd dropped the box on your bed and noticed Bucky across the hall.

"Hey! You're Bucky right?"

A bit embarrassed to have been caught watching, he just silently nodded.

"You're also a super soldier, yeah?"

He nodded again and you offered a soft smile.

"Steve's more the talker huh?"

Bucky huffed out a chuckle.

"Definitely." He responded.

It was the first time you'd heard him speak and it sent shivers down your spine and a heat between your legs. He'd caught your eye the moment you entered the common room, and now his room was straight across from his. If you had to describe the situation in one word it'd have to be "fucked." It woukd be heaven and torture to have such a gorgeous man living mere feet away from you.

"Well I look forward to spending more time together. I don't mind silence." You offered a sweet smile. You couldn't help but notice the way his cheeks tinged red at that, which you found incredibly adorable.

This was going to be an interesting experience.

Next Part

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you

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1800bitchcraft · 2 months ago

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Fate Part 1

A/N: I... don't even have an explanation for this, honestly. I love omegaverse shit and I am a horrible degenerate. Thus, this was born 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's been sitting in my drafts for ages, I hope y'all enjoy it! I have a very long form Ford fic that builds more on Bimbo!Reader and Researcher!Ford that will probably be what I post next. I am very close to finishing it and then I'll be cracking down on all the requests you've given me! I'm excited to be back, hope y'all like what I have for you!❤️

CW: heat, rut, dubcon (comes w/ the trope tbh), mates, biting, scent kink, Ford is oblivious until he isn't, feral Ford, switch Ford, marathon sex, mating press, probably a lil misogyny but it's hot okay?, oral, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, nesting, choking, marking, breeding, creampie

Part 2 can be found here

!!!! MDNI OR I WILL SCREAM !!!!

Ford would be the first to admit he wasn't always the most observant.

The truth was, unless you had horns or a tail or multiple sets of eyes, he would hardly pay you much mind. But you? You were different. He knew that from the first moment he laid eyes on you. He'd gone to the local library, needing an even quieter place than his lab or his study to continue his current research. He'd caught a glimpse of you as you'd wandered through the stacks. You weren't looking for anything in particular, seemingly roaming through the endless bookcases in search of anything that caught your attention. What happened instead, though, was you running smack into a tall, broad frame.

"Oof-" the grunt left you as you ran straight into a solid wall of a man, slightly soft around the edges but no less firm. Books tumbled to the floor and you tripped, feet going out from under you. You braced yourself for a fall that... never came.

Blinking, you realized you felt the firm press of strong arms around your middle. You turned your head slightly, meeting warm brown eyes, brows furrowed in concern. He tugged slightly, righting you. It was enough to set you stumbling again and your cheeks burned as you pressed up against his broad frame.

"Oh god!" You rushed out, flustered beyond belief. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I-" your face was burning and the man held his hands up in a placating gesture. Your eyes darted over the calloused palms. Oh, six fingers?

"No, no please, it's quite alright." His voice made you shiver. Deep and smooth, it rolled through you. Comforted you. "Are you okay?" The soft, gentle edge that concern brought to his voice made you swoon. Subtly scenting the air, not even realizing you were doing it but grateful you did as the warm, smoky scent of him rolled over your senses.

"I- yes, I am. Thanks to you," you blushed a little and he only smiled warmly. Your head tilted down, noting the array of books scattered about. "Oh no, I didn't even realize-! Here, let me just-" You trailed off as you immediately went down, picking up the books that had scattered to the floor. Ford rushed to help you and your heart warmed.

"No, no, you don't have to do that. Really, it was my fault anyway," there was a scolding edge to his voice. Not like he was scolding you, however, but himself. It made you bite back a giggle, charmed by this man.

You held the stack you'd gathered in your arms, standing back up. Ford cast one more glance around, spotting another book half under a shelf. "Oh- wait," his brows knitted as he looked at the title. Native Plants and Their Uses. He stood with the book in hand, still frowning in confusion. This wasn't one of his. It looked more like a titled field journal than a published book...

"Oh! Actually that's, um. That's mine," you mumbled sheepishly. You shifted on your feet, holding out the stack of books in one hand and your free hand extended for a trade. He passed you your journal, looking at you with a little awe sparkling in his gaze.

"Fascinating... did you write that?" You nodded, tucking it back under your arm. You nodded shyly.

"Yeah, I did. Or am, I guess. It's not finished." You scratched the back of your neck. Ford inhaled, smelling the subtly sweet but spiced scent that clung to you. Laced with an unmistakable thread he recognized as omega. Flushing once he realized what he was doing, he shook his head a little.

"Amazing," he murmured and you preened a little under the praise. "I didn't think there were any other researchers around here." You blinked in surprise, gaze sweeping over him. He seemed to realize his manners then, blushing and holding out a hand for you to shake.

"Forgive me, where are my manners? I'm Stanford. Stanford Pines," you looked at his hand before taking it in yours. His skin was warm, pleasantly so, and you liked the way his callouses felt. "Most people just call me Ford, though." You smiled then and Ford felt breathless. You gave him your name and he repeated it, liking how it felt on his tongue.

"If you're not otherwise occupied, I'd love to sit and chat with you. Botany is a passing interest of mine; I'd love to hear about your research." You flashed him another smile, practically beaming with this one.

"Alright then, lead the way!"

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Since then you'd become a staple in his life. A constant companion. You'd given him your number, telling him with a sweet blush that made him want to bite that he didn't have to but you'd love it if he called.

He didn't think he'd ever called anyone so fast before in his life.

You often went out with him on expeditions. At first, he'd attempted to be smooth about it. Explaining away the pulsing, writhing need in his chest to be near you always as simple convenience. After all, if you were both going to be traipsing about the same woods, why not do it together? And Ford could keep you safe, he'd spent longer than you cataloging the anomalies that called Gravity Falls home. It simply made sense.

But then you'd flashed him that beaming smile, letting him get a glimpse of your kittenish fangs, and his heart had tripped over itself. You told him in a quiet voice, clearly pleased and flattered, that he was right, it did make sense. But even if it didn't you'd still say yes because you just liked being with him. And, well, Ford was a lost cause from then on.

He was just so unbelievably gone on you. You were so sweet. Smelling like gingerbread and honeyed chai and fresh pastries, just the scent of you was enough to have Ford relaxing immediately. The decades-old tension in his shoulders unwinding as you invaded his senses. You were constantly taking care of him, too. Stanley often having to send you after him when he knew Ford had been forgoing sleep again and wasn't responding to any of his usual methods. You always made sure he ate, bringing him muffins and little treats that were unfairly delicious. The first time you'd brought him one of your blueberry muffins, he'd actually moaned when he bit into it. The sight of your blushing face as you preened under the praise was one Ford would never forget.

At first, he'd tried to put you off your quest. Insisting that he kept to a very strict diet and exercise regimen, and he did, and that you hadn't needed to fuss over him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, really, it was the opposite. He worried he liked it a little too much; everytime you fretted over a new injury or some lost sleep, Ford's inner alpha basked in the attention. Purred and preened under your soft hands and gentle eyes. It was becoming harder and harder not to give in to the instinct to smother you in himself in return. Drown you in his scent and praise and... other forms of appreciation. But then, the last time he'd tried to push you away, insisting he was fine, you'd just looked so sad. Your scent had gone sour with rejection and you damn near pouted. Looking down and mumbling about how you just wanted to help. After all, he did so much already. You hadn't meant to be a bother. Seeing you like that, almost near tears and trying desperately to hide it from him, had been physically painful. Since then, he hadn't said another word about it. Allowing you to do whatever your heart desired and basking in the attention shamelessly.

"Ford? Fooooooord?" Ford blinked, startled out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice and your hand waving in front of his face. He turned to face you fully, frowning at you when you giggled.

"You okay there? Y'kinda spaced out," he flushed, realizing you'd caught him daydreaming. You giggled when he whipped back around, attempting to look busy by organizing the papers scattered across his desk.

"Yes, I'm fine, you absolute menace." He grumbled the words, attempting to sound put off but the words lacked any real heat. You only laughed, dropping a hand to affectionately squeeze his shoulder. You seemed not to notice the way the touch lingered but Ford did. Feeling the heat of your palm even through the usual layers he wore. Your scent practically enveloped him, and if Ford took a deeper breath than usual, well. That was no one's business but his own.

"You're here quicker than usual," he noted, having looked at the clock. You smiled, shrugging off your coat and hanging it over the coat rack by your desk. You thought about teasing him, but then you noted the look of concern on his face and you couldn't. Not when he was so sweet.

"Yeah, I know. I decided to drive instead of walking like usual. When I let the dogs out this morning I nearly froze to death." Ford laughed at your dramatics.

"Yes, well, despite the onset of spring it is technically still winter," he said good-naturedly. Rolling his eyes with a smile when you stuck your tongue out at him and grumbled something about semantics.

You owned a cabin less than 20 minutes away, similarly secluded, and often preferred to walk over instead of driving. Though, while Ford's chosen isolation was more for the protection of his research, yours was out of instinct. When you'd told him, Ford had rambled on about how it made sense given that omegas tended to prefer making their dens as secluded and easily defendable as possible. When you'd only given him an adorable head tilt and a shy smile in response, mumbling something about how you hadn't wanted to say that but yes, he was correct, his heart had thudded painfully.

"Well, thankfully I didn't have any outings planned, so you'll live to see another day-" Ford turned to face you, and then promptly choked on his own words. You were fishing out your journal from your bag, not even paying attention to him. Which gave Ford plenty of time to devote all of his attention to you.

You weren't wearing anything out of the ordinary: jeans and a black t-shirt, an outfit he'd seen on you several times over the course of your working relationship. But the way you filled it out was doing absolutely lethal things to his self control. In fact, he was nearly certain he'd seen you wear that exact pair of jeans only just a month ago. Then, they'd been loose enough to be comfortable. Now, though, they looked practically painted on. The way they clung to the plush of your thighs and the heart shaped curve of your ass was obscene. And your shirt- so tight around your chest and middle that Ford could see where the extra pounds you'd complained about gaining just a few weeks ago had settled and it made him want to squeeze and bite. Absently, he registered his hands flexing where they gripped the lip of his desk, belatedly realizing he'd stood suddenly, wanting desperately to grab you and-

"Ford?" You had turned back to him, noting the way he stared at you. You flushed under the attention, your embarrassment multiplying when your body pumped out copious amounts of pheromones, inner omega purring under his focus. Seeing the way Ford’s nose twitched as he caught your scent. Goddamn pre-heat biology, you thought to yourself.

"I- sorry, I know I know it's a bit much but I didnt want to be late and if I changed I would've been and-" you were rambling. You knew you were but you had to. Anything to distract yourself from the way Ford was openly staring at you, like he couldn't help himself. Your inner omega preened at the attention, though. Especially from the man whose attention you'd been trying to catch for almost the entire time you'd known him.

"Its- no, it's alright, please. I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare it just caught me off guard," Ford stammered through an excuse. He caught himself scenting the air like a goddamned teenager, nearly overwhelmed by how much sweeter you smelled and having to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to keep from inhaling and filling his senses with you like he so desperately wanted to. You smiled a little at his attempt to put you at ease, wincing when he had to cover his face.

"Ah- maybe I shouldn't have come in today," you shifted nervously on your feet. "I thought it'd be fine but clearly I'm closer to my heat than I thought." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. Internally, Ford was swearing at himself. Your heat, of course. He sighed, hating how your scent suddenly soured.

"I'm so sorry, dearest, the thought hadn't even occurred to me but of course it would be time for your heat. What, with it being spring and all." You shrugged slightly, resolutely avoiding looking at him and it stung more than Ford cared to admit. "If you don't mind me asking, how close is it?" You winced.

"...I'm due to start in a few days," you mumbled, bracing yourself for the worst. Anyone else would've been furious at you for being so irresponsible. For going out when you were so close to your heat and risking the health of others. But, selfishly, you had wanted to see Ford. Wanted fresh memories of him to help you through your heat. Ford frowned, concern marring his handsome face instantly.

"Oh, darling, what are you doing here?" You blinked when you found his tone wasn't one of indignation or anger, but simply hushed and gentle concern. You looked up at him and gasped, finding he was suddenly very much in your face and fussing over you. You blushed as his hand pressed to your face gently. First on your forehead, then your cheeks. "Mmhm, as i thought. You're burning up, sweetheart."

You hummed, not registering anything beyond the feeling of his skin against yours. Ford saw your eyes flutter closed, your body swaying slightly on your feet. "Whoa, careful," his hands moved to your arms, holding you still. Your heart warmed at his obvious care for you, the way he so calmly took charge. "Alright, that's it. You're in no state to be here. You should be home, resting while you can, in your den." You didn't want to admit it but you liked the sound of that. You sighed, clearly put out.

"You're right, I know you're right." Ford nodded, then gently guided you to sit down, worried you'd fall over if you spent another second on your feet.

"Oh, I'm always right, have you forgotten?" His tone was teasing, aiming to make you smile, and of course it worked. You even threw in a little roll of your eyes and Ford relished in the return of your attitude he loved so much. "Just sit tight, let me grab my coat-"

"What, why?"

"Sweetheart. You're not driving home, you're in no state for it. I'm honestly surprised you even made it here." His tone left no room for argument. It wasn't a command, Ford wouldn't do that without your consent, but it may as well have been one with how quickly you settled. Ford deliberately ignored the way your slight, obedient nod made some buried part of him purr. Shrugging on his coat, he walked over to you, holding out his arm for you to take. "Cmon, up you go. Time to get you home and in bed."

If you noticed the double entendre, you didn't comment. He was pleased to note that you didn't argue, instead taking his arm and pressing into his side so that he could feel you, warm and soft against him. He was able to get you into the car with little trouble. Though he ran into a new problem once the doors were closed and the engine started: your scent. It filled the small space in record time and Ford was mortified when he realized he was rumbling out soft, pleased subvocal growls. You flushed with pleasure at the sound, though, and relaxed into your seat and Ford couldn't find it in himself to stop. He decided a little embarrassment was worth it if it put you at ease.

"M'sorry," you mumbled softly, finally breaking the silence. Ford glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You slumped in your seat, looking miserable, and deliberately avoided his gaze.

"What ever for, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Just- I didn't prepare better. I shouldn't have come in and now I might've thrown you completely out of wack-"

"Now you listen to me." His voice was stern but not angry. It captivated you and your wide eyes were now trained on him. You barely stopped the whimper threatening to burst free.

"I am a grown man, not some undisciplined little boy," he said, voice firm and unrelenting. Needing you to understand. "I am perfectly capable of controlling myself. And even if I wasn't, it still wouldn't be through any fault of yours, understand?" You nodded, feeling small under his dominating presence. If it were anyone else you'd hate it, but for some reason, since it was Ford you only wanted to crowd in closer. To drown in the spicy notes now coloring his scent.

"Good." He nodded, seemingly satisfied. "And if it's my rut you're worried about, don't. I haven't had a rut in years, I highly doubt I'm going to start now." He huffed a slightly humorless laugh. Didn't tell you about the heat pricking along his skin, the back of his neck. The way his heart rate had picked up and not settled down since he first scented you in the lab. How his instincts pressed and clawed at him, insisting he protect and provide. He frowned at himself, finally pulling into your driveway and parking in front of your house.

He got out, rushing to your side and helping you out and to the door with a strong arm around your waist. "Y'know, i can walk just fine. I'm not an invalid just because I'm in pre-heat," you mumbled. Ford laughed.

"I'm well aware of how capable you are, darling. But you look dead on your feet and I'm not keen on taking unnecessary chances." You hummed softly, unlocking and opening your door. He stepped in with you, the scent of your heat and just you hitting him like a brick wall in the face. You shrugged your coat off, hanging it up and leaving your shoes by the door, padding softly to the kitchen. He heard a slight clattering as you opened the fridge and shut it, then moved to the pantry and repeating the process.

"Dammit," you muttered. He followed the sound if your voice and found you leaning against the counter. Your posture was tense, brow furrowed and expression one of frustrated exasperation. He hated that look on your face, the way your scent changed with the emotions flitting through you. He wanted that sweetness back with the undercurrent of need that your heat was bringing out in you.

There's more than one way to solve that problem, his mind oh-so-helpfully supplied and Ford swallowed. Shoved the rising urges down, stuffing them into a corner in the back of his mind.

"What's wrong?" He finally asked, just barely stopping himself from reaching out to smooth the furrow in your brow.

"Oh, just I haven't gotten groceries yet. I was hoping I'd just forgotten and would find them in my cabinets, but no such luck." You huffed, running a hand through your hair. "It's not a good idea for me to go out now, either, but I don't have much time left..." Really the thought of being surrounded by so many people set you on edge and made your skin crawl.

"I could pick them up for you," Ford offered, perhaps a little too eagerly. "I can go tomorrow and come by to drop them off. Gives you time to send me a list, too." You blushed, internally pleased that such a strong alpha would want to help you like that. But you were a proud woman, and you loathed the idea of sending anyone out of their way for you, especially Ford.

"You don't have to do that," you started. "I'd hate for you to go out of your way. I could ask Wendy or-" you startled suddenly when Ford let out a growl at the suggestion of anyone else doing this for you. It rumbled low in his chest, a clear warning, and it made you flush with heat. Ford tensed immediately when he realized what he'd done. A blush coated his cheeks and ears, and he was resolutely looking at anything but you. Well, that just won't do, now will it?

You stared at each other, the sudden silence thick with tension. Ford braced himself, ready for you to berate him or even kick him out, as he rightfully deserved. After all, he had no claim on you. No right to bristle with such deep seated anger at the suggestion of someone else taking care of you, even in this small way. He was shocked when, instead, you simply stepped closer. Shyly inching into his space, reaching a hand out to skim the tips of your fingers over his clenched fist, relaxing it and him immediately. You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

"Ford," you started and his heart thudded in his chest like it did every time you said his name. "Do you... do you want to do that for me?" He didn't think he'd ever heard so much hesitation in your voice before, but there was an undercurrent of hope threaded through your scent. He let a soft purr rumble through his chest, pleased when you relaxed.

"I do," he admitted. "It's small, I know, but I'd like to do that for you if you'd allow me." Your heart swooped and you suddenly felt giddy. He was right, it was small, but to you, an omega rapidly approaching their heat, it meant everything.

"Okay then," you murmured. "I can give you a list before you go, if you wanna drop by?" He nodded, smiling down at you and the way you seemed to glow with the knowledge that he wanted to take care of you, even in this small way.

"That sounds good," he murmured. Boldly, he grabbing your hand, pulling it to his lips to drop a gentle kiss across your knuckles. The contact was brief, but it sent fire through you and Ford could've moaned at the spike in your scent. "Now, go get some rest, little one. I'll see you tomorrow." You nodded, not trusting your voice in the slightest. After a moment he released you, shutting the door behind him and you stayed in the kitchen, silently trying to process what in the fuck just happened.

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Ford was a man of logic. Of reason and control. He managed to keep it together when he realized you were in heat. He managed to keep it together in the car, even managed in your home, when you were so close and all he wanted to do was shove his face into the side of your neck and drink you in. But his control was frayed, near to snapping by the time he made it back, and when he locked himself back up in his lab it was gone.

Your smell permeated the air. Coated his lungs and mouth with nothing but the sweet, cinnamon laced taste of you. But that wasn't what did him in, no. It was the way you mixed and blended so perfectly with his own scent. He smelt it as soon as he shut the door: a heady, mind-numbing blend of sugary sweet candy and cinnamon and leather and smoke. He managed to drag himself back to his desk, all but collapsing down into his chair.

"Dammit- fuck," he groaned, rapturous with desire as his head fell back against the headrest, legs spread deliciously wide, now unable to ignore the persistent and desperate throbbing of his cock. He'd been fighting it since he first caught your scent, and now it seemed he was losing that fight.

He slid a hand down, palming himself through his slacks and groaning as the feeling tore through him. Unbidden, your face came to mind: cheeks blushed, eyes slightly hazy and pupils blown. He shuddered, thumbing open the button of his pants and sliding down the zipper. He tugged himself out, hot and slick with his own pre already.

"Hhhah-- darling, please I-" He whimpered, unable to help himself as his mind conjured images of you to torment him with:

You, clinging to him and whining as he scented you, legs wrapped around his waist. He wrapped a hand around himself, hissing through his teeth as the pleasure lanced through him. The thought of you rolling your head back, baring your throat to him as he inhaled you like a drug. He panted into the open air, tasting your lingering scent on his tongue as his thumb rolled over his leaking tip.

You, grinding your bare cunt against him, desperate and pleading. He stroked himself, turning his head to try and muffle the feral growl he loosed into his shoulder. He pictured you shaking in his arms as he made you cum, hot little hands under his shirt and clawing angry red lines down his back. He snarled at the thought, knowing he'd wear each and every mark like a badge of honor.

He thought of how you'd look, flushed and needy as you presented for him. Face pressed into the pillow, turning to look at him with wet, teary eyes as you begged for him to fill you up, stuff you full until you were dripping with him. He'd like to think he was a stronger man but he knew he'd lose himself if faced with that sight. His mouth pooled with drool, cock dripping at just the thought of it.

He stroked himself faster, rolling his hand over the head and letting the pleasure burn through him. He couldn't bear to think of anyone else taking care of you, even a sweet beta like Wendy, who'd be unaffected by your heat and the safest option. But he was just so attached to you. Wanted to please you and care for you more than he thought he'd ever wanted anything before.

He thought of the way you'd approached him in the kitchen. The sweet, soft little whine that had pitched out of your throat when he'd growled. Even through the fog that heat had started to cloud over your mind you wanted to ease his worries. Comfort him. Soothe his frayed nerves like you always did. You were perfect. Everything he'd never let himself want in an omega, in a partner.

"God- honey," he groaned the words, his voice cracking on a whimper as the pet name dripped from his lips. He felt fucking feral. Like he'd finally lost his mind and, if he didn't know any better, he might worry you'd thrown him into a rut. He was just so hot. And the thoughts flashing through his head as he fucked into his fist were downright pornographic but he couldn't help it.

He wondered if you'd be able to take him. He knew you'd try, but you were just so small. A good several inches shorter than him, which never failed to amuse on a normal day but now when he thought of it it ripped a growl from his chest. He thought about the way your pussy would suck him in, soaked and sobbing as he sank in all 8.5 thick inches of his cock. The way he'd pin you under him, legs over his shoulders and ankles hooked behind his neck as he pressed you down, down, down. A mating press.

"Fuh-fuck! Hhaaahhh-" He panted, feeling his orgasm start to press at him from the inside. God he wanted you, needed you. Needed to know what you'd look like as he split you open on his cock. Needed to taste your noises as you moaned into his mouth. Needed to see you round and full and dripping. Coated in his scent as he fucked and knotted you until it took. Until you were his and he'd bred you-

"Nngh-!" He whined as his orgasm suddenly and violently tore through him. Fucking his fist through it he moaned and whined your name, practically coating his desk and floor in his cum. Curling in on himself as his belly tensed and his chest heaved and he just barely kept from popping his knot.

He leaned back into his chair with a thud, clean hand running through his sweaty curls. God, he was so incredibly fucked.

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itzcandy · 1 month ago

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Back To You

Rumi stood frozen, the letter still trembling in her hands.

Meet me at the park.

It couldn’t be.

It shouldn’t be.

Jinu was… gone. She had seen him give up his soul to save her. She had felt the void he left behind.

But the letter, carried by the blue cat with a tiny crow riding on its head, was undeniably his. Only he would pull something that strange.

The sun had barely set when she found herself pacing the park paths, breath shallow, heart pounding. The air was quiet, the grass damp beneath her shoes. Her eyes scanned every shadow.

Then

"You came."

The voice was unmistakable.

She turned.

And there he was, emerging from behind a tree, glowing faintly like the dusk itself. Wearing a plain white t-shirt that clung to him just right and black pants that sat low on his hips, he looked devastatingly handsome.

His eyes burned soft yellow, familiar patterns etched across his skin.

"How—I... I thought you—" Her voice cracked. The world blurred with tears.

Jinu stepped closer, his smile gentle.

"You set me free," he whispered. "You brought me back."

Rumi’s breath hitched.

She didn’t think.

She ran towards him.

Threw herself into him, arms wrapping tight around his torso, burying her face into the warmth of his chest.

"You're real," she sobbed, voice muffled by his skin. "You're real."

His hands threaded into her hair, holding her just as tightly.

"It’s alright now" , he said

She tilted her head up to him, searching his face like she still didn’t believe it. His eyes glowed like fire.

And then, he leaned down.

Their lips met.

It was soft at first, but when she didn’t pull away, it deepened. Rumi clutched at his shirt, trembling with everything she had held back for so long.

Jinu’s hands slid along her waist, anchoring her to him, guiding her closer until there was no space left between them.

The kiss turned hungry, urgent, desperate. Like they were trying to make up for every second lost in death and darkness. Her tears mixed with the heat of his mouth, as he kissed them away.

She gasped softly when he pulled back just enough to press his forehead to hers.

Rumi’s heart brimmed with joy and relief.

She reached down and gently took his hand. That’s when she saw it.

The bracelet.

The one she had given to him.

It was still there, he was wearing it.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, and another smile bloomed on her face, uncontainable.

"I… um," she began, suddenly shy. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes flickering nervously to his.

"I like you"

"… a lot."

Jinu’s smile widened, he had waited a long time to hear that.

He gently lifted her chin with his finger, bringing her gaze to meet his. Then he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"I like you too." , he whispered

She shuddered from the closeness, overwhelmed yet comforted by his warmth. Her chest felt ready to burst, her heart screaming with happiness even as she tried to play it cool.

Then, he kissed her ear, his lips brushing softly, followed by a playful nibble.

Her breath hitched.

Oh my god oh my god, she thought.

If her heart beat any faster, it might actually explode.

He chuckled low in his throat, clearly knowing the effect he had on her.

"I'll see you again soon," he said, pulling back.

Rumi held his gaze, eyes shimmering like moonlight on water. Her voice came out in a soft breath, full of everything she couldn’t say before.

"I’ll be right here... waiting for you."

Jinu’s smile softened, something warm and reverent in his eyes, like he didn’t deserve her, but would spend forever trying to.

Then, with a final look, he vanished into a curl of violet smoke, leaving the air charged with magic and memory.

And Rumi stood there, heart full, knowing this wasn’t the end.

Just the beginning.

Hope you guys enjoyed. Lmk your thoughts!

love, Candy

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the-kr8tor · 1 month ago

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Hello! So I read your requests were open and I had a really fun idea! Hobie brown x Gn reader (platonic or romantic- whatever you prefer) where reader takes hobie to a Hard Rock Cafe in her world and like she just gets excited over all the rockstar artifacts and then they end up getting one of the really big brownie sundaes and it’s just a complete fluff sesh?

btw adore your writing friend!

Thank you for requesting! I've never been to one so I tried my best with the overall vibes of the place lol I hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, cw food mentions, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff!

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When you asked Hobie, a fellow spiderperson out on a date, you never thought that he'd even say yes when he only knew you through the society and the occasional missions together. Moreso when the singular coffee date after a mission turns into another and then another and then another, until you realize that the two of you have been dating for almost a couple of months now.

It's been the best couple of months for you and Hobie, all the casual lingering looks through the crowd of spiders in the society makes you think that you're in some romcom. Especially when he winks at you, or when his hand grazes your own briefly as you pass by. It's been absolute bliss, you're glad you took a leap by asking out your crush, and you're glad that he said yes. So when the gang all sat down and the topic of a certain rock slash music themed café was brought out, you saw the way Hobie's eyes sparkled with curiosity. You took the opportunity to invite him to your dimension for the first time, knowing that there's one of them in your very own city. Now that you're standing in front of the said café with the punk in tow, you're suddenly unsure as he stands there staring at the façade like someone took a bite of his breakfast burrito.

“Shit,” you mumble, wincing. “We can go somewhere else if you like?”

Hobie cranes his head to look at you, hand grasping your own and squeezing it gently. “Nah, love, you said you've never been, we can go in.”

“Yeah, but you look like you don't like it?”

He pulls you closer until you're toe to toe with him, lips curling into a smile. “It looks gaudy as shit, love, but ‘m curious ‘bout it. The food might be alright if we end up not likin’ the place.”

“You sure? Because we can go to my place instead?” His eyes light up, and you don't miss the bashful smile creeping on his face. “It doesn't have any music memorabilia but I have a bunch of moon rocks.”

Chuckling, he reaches for your cheek to press a sweet kiss upon your temple that has you almost melting right on the sidewalk together with the chewed out bubblegum.

“Maybe we can go later? You did say they have some Freddy Mercury stuff in there.” His voice is soft as he tugs you inside, the promise of later makes your heart beat louder.

“Yeah, okay, just don't expect a museum in there.”

“There’s a gigantic guitar outside that lights up, ‘m sure it's not like any regular museum.” Smiling, he opens the door for you. “Age before beauty.”

You roll your eyes with a fond smile. “I'll take that in stride this time because this might turn out to be a shitty date for you.”

His nose scrunches as he lets you through before following inside. “Nah, it's impossible to have a shitty date with you—” eyes falling around the interior, the diner-like seats that are shaped like Cadillac backseats, theatre bulbs blinking in and out, and servers that are dressed like famous artists and of course, the most sought after music memorabilia. “Shit.”

“Good shit or bad shit?” You stand on the balls of your feet, hands behind your back as you stare at the wonderment in his eyes. The place is flooded with iconic music, it gives you a sense of nostalgia even though you've never been to a place like this before.

“The verdict’s still out, love.” Hobie tugs you again, this time in front of a guitar that's encased in glass.

“Your eyes says otherwise—”

“This is the same queen guitar they played back when they were still startin’ out! It still has the original strings!” He gasps, eyes wide like he's in a candy store. You can't help but grin at his excitement while you feel it through his hand, not just his expression. “Bloody hell is that the piano?!”

Giggling, you let him drag you through the café, spouting off music history and facts with wonderment while you listen intently. Smiling through it all, you're glad that you brought your digital camera to take pictures of him with all the history surrounding the café. Hobie keeps pulling you back into the frame though, saying that he wants his lovie to be a part of the picture that he will hang up in his houseboat. With the amount of pictures the two of you have taken together, there won't be any space left on his walls.

After an hour of walking around the heavily decorated place, the two of you finally sit down to order something. You slide into the booth and he sits adjacent to you. His smile falters, and you almost panic until he scooches out of the squeaky booth and into your side. To your giddiness, he puts his arm around your shoulder, warmth ebbing out of him through your jacket.

“What?” Hobie asks as you gaze at him with a tamped down grin.

You shake your head, cheeks aflame as he casually puts his leg over the other to disguise the fact that he scooched closer to you. “Nothing, nerd.”

“Who you callin’ nerd, nerd?”

“You, nerd.” Poking his chest, he grins brightly at you.

“Is that how it is?” Gasping in feigned offense, he reaches to poke you back but the sound of someone clearing their throat stops your giggling and his roaming hands.

“May I take your order?” A waiter dressed up like he's in the band kiss, makeup and all, looks at the two of you expectantly.

“Oh, um.” You fluster, while Hobie recovers more quickly, acting nonchalant as he flips through the menu lightning quick. You can tell that he's grimacing at the prices. “I think I'll just have a brownie sundae.”

“Is that the one Gwen recommended?” Flipping through the menu, he sees the same sundae, and nods.

“Yeah, the same one they ordered when Miles took her here.”

“Right, jus' one, mate.” Hobie shuts the menu closed and kindly hands it to the waiter that nods and leaves the both of you.

“You sure? You can order something else if you want.”

“Nah, trust me, it's enough for two.”

“Now how would you know about that when you've never been?” Smiling, you return to your shenanigan as you poke him at his side. Hobie acts like he's annoyed but from how his hand is slowly reaching your side, you know he's enjoying himself.

“It's because I saw the menu, love.” Index and thumb pinching your side, you giggle whilst you try to swat his hand away. “The servin’ says ‘good for two.’”

“You know how to read?” Joking, his head tips back in laughter, boisterous enough to rise above the guitar riffs playing in the speakers.

“You cheeky little shit.” Cupping your face, you scrunch your nose as he kisses where your skin folds. His piercing brushing softly with every kiss, smiling through it all. Cheeks squished, he leans away to see the flustered look on your face. “There, I've gotten my revenge.”

“Sweet revenge.” You mumble while he still has your face in his hands.

“Sweeter than the sundae,” his hold loosens but he still cradles your face gently. Eyes flicking down to your lips, his breath gets stuck in his throat. “But you're sweeter.”

Palms upon his chest, you gaze at him through blown out eyes, irises practically shaped like hearts. “I can think of something else that's sweet.”

“Yeah?” Hobie's thumb brushes along your lips.

“Yeah—”

“Brownie sundae.”

You leap away from him, acting like you're admiring the black and white portraits on the walls. The server leaves the utensils and the ice cream, hopefully none the wiser.

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie chortles, and taps your shoulder. “Told you this serves two.”

As you turn back around, you face the largest ice cream sundae you've ever seen with what looks like a whole pan of brownie on top of the whipped cream.

You whistle lowly, and he agrees as he looks at the ice cream like it's some science experiment. “I don't think we can finish this.” Chuckling and taking a spoon, you have no idea where to even start scooping.

“D’you think they can let us take this home?” Hobie nudges you, “to your place?”

You're immediately calling for the server back with a raised hand that has Hobie laughing again.

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if you were my little girl: the series - part 4

alexia putellas x child!reader; this story contains mentions of traumatic experiences as drug addiction, child abuse and similar topics. don't read it if you find those topics triggering.

The Adult In Charge

You had suggested to draw and Alexia agreed.

Colored pencils danced across the paper as you and Alexia settled into a comfortable silence. She was lost in a world of vibrant blooms and playful hearts, while you meticulously built a scene with familiar figures.

It resembled the drawing she'd found in your room, only this time, the message was clearer. Empty beer bottles stood sentinel around the family, a shadow of worry draped over your grandmother's face, mirrored by your own.

The playful smile slipped from Alexia's lips as you presented your drawing. Your wide eyes and a finger pressed to your lips spoke volumes. A wave of guilt crashed over her – the sudden disgust of beer, the unexplained dip in your grades, the way you clung to her whenever she left… it all clicked into place.

Understanding brought no comfort. In fact, she felt even more adrift. You, so small and seemingly fragile, were carrying a weight far too heavy. Yet, beneath it all, a quiet strength flickered.

Without a word, she pulled you into a hug. It was an embrace you craved – warm, safe, the scent of her hair tickling your nose and drawing a giggle from your lips.

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as a choked whisper escaped her lips. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice thick with regret. It wasn't the empty apology you were used to, the ones tossed out by your family like yesterday's trash after a night of chaos. This one felt genuine, laced with a pain that mirrored your own.

You wanted to comfort her, to wipe away the tears that stained her cheeks. Maybe, you thought, there was time. Time before you told her everything, about the turmoil at home, the battles you silently fought. You mumbled, "It's okay," your voice barely above a whisper.

With a newfound determination in her eyes, she grabbed a scrap of paper and scribbled something down. "I'm going to help you," she declared, her voice firm despite the tremor running through it. "I don't know how yet, but I will."

Folding the paper carefully, she placed it in your small hand. "This is my phone number," she explained. "If things get bad, if you ever need someone to talk to, call me. Any time, day or night. Even if I'm not in Barcelona, I'll find a way to answer."

A furrow formed between your brows. How could you call? You didn't even have a phone. But her concern warmed you from the inside out. "Okay," you agreed, the promise a weight in your hand almost as heavy as the one in your heart. "I'll keep it safe." Perhaps, it was a small step, a whisper of hope in the darkness. But with her number clutched tightly, you felt a flicker of connection, a lifeline thrown across the storm.

Alexia's hand trembled as it cupped your cheek, her touch making the tears welling in her eyes overflow. Here you were, barely seven, your innocence marred by the shadows in your own home. It felt unbearable.

Taking you away, whisking you off to a haven painted with butterflies, vibrant colors, and the warm aroma of cookies – that was a fantasy. A painful one that twisted at her heart. But she had to be strong. You needed her to be strong.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile, albeit a shaky one. "Alright, little one," she started, her voice thicker than usual. "I need to go now. I'm going to talk to Alba, see what we can do to help, okay?"

"Okay," you mumbled, your voice small. "I'm mostly safe. It's just… random days, you know? Like next week. We're having a barbecue day, and I already know things will get bad."

The way you said it, so matter-of-factly, about your "bad days," sent a fresh wave of anger and protectiveness crashing through her. She wanted to scream, to break something, to do anything to shield you from this reality. But instead, she squeezed your hand gently, a silent promise that she wouldn't rest until there was a better way. "I'll get your parents to invite me," she whispered, her voice firm despite the storm within. "And I'll be by your side all the time, let me handle it."

What It Takes To Raise A Child

The weight of the situation pressed down on Alexia as she hung up the phone after hours of talking to Alba. They had agreed to loop in Eli, hoping her wisdom and experience would offer a solution.

The next day, the two sisters arrived at her mother's house, a collective knot of worry tight in their stomachs. They poured out everything they knew, hoping Eli could find the missing pieces and a way out.

Eli listened intently, then sighed. "It's a tangled mess, girls. The legal system moves slow, and unfortunately, children in dangerous situations often fall through the cracks." She saw the discouragement cloud their faces, especially the deep sadness in Alexia's eyes.

"There might be an option," Eli offered tentatively. "If an adult becomes her legal guardian..." Her voice trailed off, gauging their reactions.

Alexia's head snapped up, her heart pounding. Becoming your guardian, your savior - it was a tempting solution. But could she truly offer the stability you needed? Did she even want that kind of responsibility?

Alexia loved being around kids, but it wasn't the same as having them full-time. Alba, the free spirit who yearned for adventure, wasn't cut out for such a commitment. And Eli, a mother who had raised two daughters while dealing with her husband's death, deserved a life beyond worry.

They all wanted to help, yet the hypocrisy gnawed at them. Each clung to their own life, hesitant to sacrifice the freedom they held dear.

"This needs careful thought," Eli began, suggesting a week or two to consider their options.

"No!" Alexia interjected, her voice sharp with urgency. "She doesn't have that kind of time. Her family reunion is next week, and she already knows things are going to get worse. A child who should be worrying about homework and toys understands danger – that's heartbreaking. I promised her I'd be there, but how can I help when she can't even call me? I've given her my number but she doesn't have a phone. She shouldn't be worried about having a phone!"

The room fell silent. The weight of Alexia's words hung heavy in the air. They needed a plan, and fast. You were running out of time.

The silence stretched, thick with the weight of the situation. Alexia's outburst had shattered the illusion of a simple solution. Eli, ever the pragmatist, finally spoke.

"Alright, let's not panic. We need a two-pronged approach. First, we figure out how to get you immediate contact with her. Maybe we can get her a very simple phone, that only has the option to make and receive calls."

Alba, ever the resourceful one, jumped in. "We just need to get it to her discreetly."

A flicker of hope ignited in Alexia's eyes. "And what about the long-term solution? Taking her in isn't an option for any of us right now, and I have to leave for camp in some weeks. I'm not going to be away for one or two weeks but for four weeks at least."

Eli stroked her chin thoughtfully. "There are other possibilities. Foster care, a safe house for at-risk children... We need to explore all avenues and see what resources are available."

"And in the meantime?" Alexia pressed, worry etched on her face.

"In the meantime," Eli stated firmly, "we do everything we can to prepare for the reunion. We need to have a plan in place, a way to assess the situation and intervene if necessary. We also need to talk to you, Alexia. Are you prepared to become a potential point of contact for authorities if things escalate?"

The question hung heavy in the air. Alexia knew the answer held immense responsibility, a potential life-altering decision. But the memory of your frightened eyes and the weight of your unspoken plea filled her with resolve.

Taking a deep breath, she met Eli's gaze. "Yes," she said, her voice firm. "I am."

The fight was far from over, but with a plan forming and a renewed sense of purpose, the women huddled closer, determined to be your shield in the coming storm.

The Plan

The days leading up to the family reunion were a whirlwind of activity. Alba had bought a Nokia phone that resembled those 2000s phones.

She had managed to make your parents believe that it was a present for you, as you would always play with Alba's phone, acting as if you were an important CEO receiving calls.

Alexia, ever resourceful, remembered your love for baking. She concocted a plan, suggesting to your mother you and Alexia would bake a batch of cookies for your family the day of the reunion, as your parents would clean the house, ready to host the barbecue.

Meanwhile, Eli started researching foster care options and potential safe houses. She contacted a trusted social worker, outlining the situation in careful detail. The social worker, sympathetic but cautious, promised to keep an eye out for any openings and offered guidance on how to report suspected abuse.

The weight of the situation pressed heavily on Alexia. She knew the reunion could be a tipping point. Every stolen glance at the calendar fueled her anxiety. Sleep was a distant memory, replaced by a constant barrage of "what ifs?" swirling through her mind.

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eternalxvenus · 1 year ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 4 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain.

wc: 1.8k

notes: i really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! part 5 will be the final chapter for this series! (there were a few people who asked to be in the tag list but i can't find the asks in my inbox anymore im so sorry!! if you happen to see this comment/message me again to be added!)

previous chapters: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You woke up this morning and felt so much better than you had in the last few days. Rafe not only cleared everything up, but he also practically poured his heart out for you. Now you both would head back to OBX and hopefully everything will be normal. Both of you know Topper lied and you'll probably have to talk to him about it, which is something you weren't looking forward to.

Leaning over the bed you glanced down to see Rafe's shirtless body still sleeping. You got off the bed with your blanket and snuggled up next to him on the floor. Immediately, you question how he was able to get any sleep down here. As you tried to get comfortable, Rafe stirred awake. You looked up at him with an apologetic expression. "Good morning. I wasn't trying to wake you."

He groaned softly, looking down at you before smiling at you. "Sure you didn't. Good morning, sweetheart." Rafe rolled on top of you, leaning in to give you a kiss before you stopped him.

"Morning breath," you said with a shake of your head, placing your hand over your mouth. He gives you an unamused look before moving your hand away.

"I don't care about morning breath. I gotta make up for all the time I spent not kissing you these last couple of days."

Rafe gave you one long kiss on your lips. It was so soft and caring like he wanted to express all his love for you with the feeling of his lips on yours. He slid his hands down to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "God, I missed you, baby. You have no fuckin idea," he whispered.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face. "I missed you too." Sitting up, you moved from under his hold and leaned against the side of your bed. "But we aren't having sex in my parents' house, especially while they're here."

He placed his head in the crook of your neck before sighing, "It's okay, I can wait."

"Alright, let me up so I can go brush my teeth and get ready," you giggle, pushing him off you lightly. He rolls onto the floor dramatically. "I'll be here waiting."

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While you were going around getting ready, Rafe's eyes followed your every move. He knew that he probably looked creepy staring you down like this, but he was just appreciating you and how he was so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. Rafe was attracted to you the moment you both met at the country club. Your confidence, your style, even the way your perfume still lingered in the air even after you left.

He'd never admit it but you had him wrapped around your finger the minute you agreed to go on a date with him. You were too good for him, so accepting and supportive even when he'd try to push you away. Love wasn't enough to describe how he felt. He was fucking obsessed. Willing to do anything and everything for you. His personal heaven.

The sound of snapping brought him back to the present. "Hello? Did you hear me?" Rafe shakes his head. You roll your eyes, something he can never take seriously when you look so damn stunning. "I said I'm ready to go."

He gave a brief sign of acknowledgment so you'd know he heard you, but his eyes were focused on eyeing everything from your hair to your shoes. "C'mere, I wanna hold you for a bit," he said softly. He rarely ever heard himself like this, the soft side of him being reserved for those special moments with you. The moments when his heart felt like it was beating so fast it would come out of his chest, or his face would heat up with a light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

You made your way over to him and straddled him on the bed. "What, you miss me giving you all my attention?" you teased.

Rafe gave a small smile before kissing your forehead— He knew better than to mess up your lip combo so soon— "Yeah, something like that."

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Since Rafe had brought his truck with him to the mainland, he drove you both back to the ferry going to OBX. He didn't talk much during the drive or the ferry ride back but he kept his hands on you at all times— holding you in his lap, putting a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulder— he was keeping you close.

Once you arrived on the island, you thought Rafe would take you straight home or to Tannyhill until he mentioned having to stop somewhere first. You didn't think anything of it but when you saw The Boneyard coming into view you looked over, confused. "Rafe, what are we doing here?"

"I just gotta take care of something alright? Stay here I'll be right back." He got out of the truck and started making his way toward the sea of people drinking and hanging out.

With a sigh, you got out of the car shortly after, following behind him. Immediately you saw him heading in Topper's direction, making you pick up your pace to catch up to him.

Rafe reached Topper just before you did and was staring him down with his arms crossed. "What's up, Top?" he said in a harsh voice. Topper gave a confused look at his attitude before trying to seemingly move on. 'Hey Rafe, what's good, man?"

When you reached them you put your hand on Rafe's arm in an attempt to pull him away. "Come on Rafe, please just do this later." You didn't want to make a scene with all these people here or risk him getting in trouble, but he ignored your attempts.

"Do you wanna tell me why you told my girl I cheated on her?" his voice was eerily calm as he spoke, you almost wished he were yelling instead.

Topper looked at Rafe in silence before he shrugged. "Listen, man, you were coked out of your mind and got all up on your ex. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't even remember. But it's on video and everything, I was just trying to look out for her and do the right thing."

By this point, a few people who were close enough to hear the conversation had started watching, eager to see what was going on. Kelce, who had been standing next to Topper, looked just as confused yet interested as everyone else.

"Oh, so you have the video? Let me see it then." he urges.

Topper rolls his eyes but takes his phone out and plays the video. It's the same one he had sent to you that you now know is old. "See man? I'm sure you regret it or whatever but it happened. You fucked up." he has a small smirk on his face as he said it like it was the hard truth.

Rafe licked his lips and nodded. He pulled his phone out and showed Topper the photo that was actually from the party. "You took this photo at the party, right?" Topper nodded "So?" A chuckle left Rafe's throat. "So... I'm wearing two completely different outfits. Why don't you show me the date on the video Top."

Topper was silent for a few moments before his smirk dropped and an angered look took over his features. "You don't fucking deserve her, Rafe! You know she'd be better off with me. You'd choose drugs over her, you would choose yourself over her!"

Your eyebrows shot up at his outburst. Topper was jealous. Rafe got closer to him, getting into his face. "I should've known you'd go after her. You were the one who convinced me to do the coke after I told you I'd quit you fuckin' prick!" Topper shoved Rafe but he only stumbled a little before lunging at Topper and throwing a punch. Kelce and a few other Kooks who were close by rushed over to try and break it off but Rafe wasn't letting up.

"Rafe! Stop, let's just go!" you shouted, trying to get his attention. Someone had finally gotten them off of each other, and Topper was bleeding from the mouth with and his eye was starting to swell. You could see the blood on their clothes and on Rafe's knuckles. It was unlikely someone would call the cops but you wanted to get out of there before things could get worse. Before you could get far enough, you heard Topper yell "She's just another piece of ass anyway!"

Pulling Rafe away from The Boneyard and back towards the truck, you sigh, noticing the bruise forming on his cheek. Both of you got into the truck and Rafe started to drive to your place, still pissed off.

"You didn't have to do that Rafe..." you tried to keep your voice soft, not wanting him to think you were angry.

Rafe scoffed, "That fucker deserved it. He's lucky I don't kill him." You said nothing for the rest of the ride, and neither did Rafe.

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After what felt like forever, you saw your house come into view. The truck rolled to a stop, and Rafe shut off the engine, placing his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry," he muttered. It almost seemed like he felt... ashamed?

"I'm sorry for doing that... I let him get to me. I shouldn't have gone in the first place." he explained. You felt bad that he was beating himself up for letting his anger get the best of him.

You leaned over the center console to place a kiss on his non-bruised cheek. "It's okay. Let's just get inside and forget about it."

Rafe nodded, and you both got out of the truck to head inside. You made him take off his dirty, bloodied clothes and put them in the wash, leaving him in his boxers. With a little convincing, he allowed you to tend to his busted knuckles and ice his bruise for a while. There was a silence between you that was both comfortable and strained up until you'd gotten in bed.

You were laying on his chest tracing shapes along his skin while he stroked your back soothingly. "Hey Rafe," you spoke softly looking up at him. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I thought of something you could do to make my birthday up to me, at least a little bit."

He opened his eyes looking down at you lovingly. "What is it? Name anything and I'll make it happen."

You bit your lip to try and suppress your devilish smile while climbing on top of him in a straddle position. Leaning in close, your lips ghosted his as you whispered, "How about some belated birthday sex?"

part 5

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smallratboy · 4 months ago

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Sadness - Commodus x Reader

You suffer from melancholia, and can't bring yourself to get out of bed. Commodus understands, and comes to comfort you.

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Your eyes focused and unfocused. The spot on the wall had looked the same for the last couple hours, aside from a spot of sunlight that had moved slowly as the day went by. Now, the room was filled with orange light, the sun setting below the horizon. You sighed, closing your eyes, and curled further in on yourself.

You couldn't explain your feelings of emptiness, but you knew it had always been there. On the edge of your mind, a curtain waiting to fall over any rational or joyful thought. Sometimes, you could keep it at bay. Other times, it consumed you.

You felt disgusting. You had not bathed for weeks, and your hair was shiny with grease. Your sheets smelled of sweat, and the imprint of your body was bent into the bed from laying there so long. You sighed, hating yourself but not having the energy to get up. You tried to just sleep, welcoming the warm embrace of oblivion.

You didn't know quite when you fell asleep, but you were woken up by the sound of the door opening and closing. The sun had set, and the sky was purple and littered with stars. You heard Commodus shuffle around the room, taking off his armor and getting into bedclothes.

A warm hand pressed against your back, and you smelled the olive and rose oils that Commodus loved. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you rolled onto your other side to face him. He smiled down at you, pulling your head into his lap.

“How are you feeling, my love?” He whispered, running his hands through your hair. You sighed, squishing your cheek against his thigh.

“Not good,” you said softly, trying to conjure words for what you felt. You felt like you had swallowed a boulder, yet at the same time you were starving. Heaviness made your limbs ache, and your mind felt rotted, self-deprecating thoughts eating away at you like maggots.

Commodus sighed, and helped you to sit up so your back was pressed against his front. He brought a goblet of sweet wine to your lips, letting you wet your parched throat. You hadn't realized how thirsty you were until now. The honeyed taste of the wine delighted and warmed you, from the tip of your tongue down your throat, blooming in your chest.

“I love you,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. He left soft kisses on your cheek, jaw, down to your shoulder. His arms were wrapped securely around you, and the comforting pressure from his embrace helped to lessen the emptiness eating away at your ribcage.

“I love you too,” you whispered, barely audible. Your voice cracked, and you began to cry. Commodus was so kind, so gentle, and you felt so disgusting. Emotions overwhelmed you, and salty tears dripped down your face. Commodus’ arms tightened around you, and he murmured sweet nothings while you cried.

After a while, your breathing settled. Commodus wiped the remains of the tears from your face, his thumb stroking your cheek comfortingly. You leaned against him, exhausted.

“It's alright now, sweet thing,” he murmured. “I'm here now. You don't have to be alone.”

He reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a platter of your favorite dried fruits. He fed you small pieces, pressing the fruit against your lips so you could take them. The familiar taste felt like sparks across your tongue and in your heart, the food helping to quell your destructive thoughts.

As you ate slowly, letting your husband feed you, you began to feel a bit better. With your belly full of food, your thirst quenched, and your loved one nearby, your feelings became less suffocating. You brought Commodus’ palm to your lips, giving him a grateful kiss.

“Thank you,” You whispered against his skin.

“Always,” He replied. “No matter what, I'll help you feel better. One day, everything will be okay. I promise.”

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daisyvisions · 1 year ago

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[1:52AM] Kiss on My List - (l.hj)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fuckboy!Hyunjae, friends to lovers, making out, mentions of drinking, bit of dry humping, handjob, premature ejaculation, allusions to more smut, pet name (sweetheart), low-key simp!Hyunjae. Word count: 0.9K

A/N: Finally, last fic for my round of timestamps! And no better way than to end it with Hyunjae 😏 Realized my last timestamp for him had the same vibes but fuck it because I'd gladly get in this scenario with him any day 🥴. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Tagging @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers @aimeecarreros

Very loosely inspired by the song “Kiss on My List” by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

Thinking about fuckboy!Hyunjae, who has been trying his luck with you since freshman year. Despite his persistence, you always said no. It was kind of cute how he kept asking you out, even knowing the answer. It's not his fault you’re drop-dead gorgeous, especially since you still gave him the attention he craved despite rejecting him.

By sophomore year, Hyunjae gave up on dating you and chose to be good friends instead. Since then, you became his wingwoman, confidant, and everything. He always came to you for advice, and you did the same.

Though to Hyunjae it felt like it was getting harder to keep things up, especially right now when all he wanted to do was know what your lips felt like against his own. The one thought that would constantly plague his mind.

“C’mon, just a little kiss? Please? One second.” He playfully pouts at you as he tries to hold himself together.

“No Hyunjae, no kiss!” You giggle. Your tipsy side always made his heart flutter.

He shouldn’t have downed five shots in a row like that, but he only did it because you did it too. He’d do anything you’d tell him honestly no matter how absurd the idea was because he was in love with you you were his best friend!

“Please, just one kiss? A friendly kiss. A kiss friends do-” He points to his lips, smiling when he hears the sweet sound of your laugh.

“Friends don’t kiss, Hyunjae.” You look up at him, slowly swinging your legs as you sit on the kitchen counter.

“I kiss my friends all the time!” Hyunjae exclaims as he leans on the same counter, his hands resting on each side of your hips.

“Those girls are not your friends-” you scoff.

“Yes they are… They’re my buddies! My fuck buddies-” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You hide your face in his chest as you burst out laughing. Hyunjae wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing his cheek against the top of your head as he laughs with you.

“C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” His arm slides to your waist and behind your knees as you both pull away, carrying you like you weighed nothing to him. As he carried you, you couldn’t help but look closely at his face.

Was he always so… hot? You thought to yourself as you admired every feature, your cheeks getting warm at the sudden realization of his strong arms holding you tight. You’re soon brought back to reality the moment you feel Hyunjae placing you down on the edge of the bed.

You watch him slowly untie your shoes, wondering if this is what it looks like when he’s about to eat you ou- oh fuck don’t start thinking about him like that now. But it’s too late as a sensation pulses beneath your abdomen, your core slowly becoming moist without even realizing it.

“There’s water and pain meds on the side table for you. You think you’ll be alright?” He kneels in front of you.

“Y-yeah, I'll be fine.” You smile weakly.

“Well, I'll be in the other room if you need me.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, glancing at your lips before standing up. You grab his wrist, not wanting this moment to end.

“You-you forgot something.” You stutter. “To say goodnight.”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight-” You cup his face, leaving a featherlight kiss on his lips. As you pull away to see Hyunjae’s face he remains frozen, and regret starts to kick in. Was it a mistake? Did he not like it? Oh no- Before your thoughts take over, Hyunjae pulls you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours.

You yelp in surprise but soon wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Hyunjae embraces you, deepening the kiss, feeling like he's in heaven with the sounds you make. Not wasting a moment, Hyunjae lunges forward, his body heat radiating as he climbs on top of you. His mouth travels to your neck, nipping and sucking your skin.

Your back arches into him, seeking more friction as you press against his bulge. He groans, his hands searching for a place to hold but his mind goes completely blank as your hand slips beneath his sweatpants, palming his erection before wrapping your fingers around his length.

“Fuck-” he hisses, scrunching his eyebrows and holding his breath as he tries to not think about busting anytime soon. But the moment you pull him for another kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth, he explodes.

You gasp at the way his cock throbs in your grip, how your hand is suddenly drenched in his release. No man you’ve been with has ever come this much by a simple touch, and yet it was turning you on more than it should've.

“Hyunjae?” You try to call his attention. But instead he buries his face into your neck, leaving a light kiss near your earlobe.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.

“Maybe you can show me?” you whisper in his ear as you tighten your grip on his length, making him groan at your touch.

“Give me a second and I’ll show you everything. That’s what a good friend would do right?” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you once more. You playfully hit his chest as you giggle at his reply.

“And what a good friend you are indeed…”

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