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duckybarnes1917 · 2 years

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo/Original Black Female Character

18+ ONLY.

A/N: This Valentine’s Day story is like a What If? episode for my fic Figure My Heart Out. Bucky and my original character, Chanel, are newly in a relationship. They are both friends with Zemo and have each kissed him in the past but nothing further. They are currently in Zemo's house in Riga. This story can be read without knowing anything else about my main fic!

Word count: 4838

Summary: After noticing Zemo's foul mood leading up to Valentine's Day, Chanel and Bucky make the day special for him. Written from Zemo's pov.

Need to know: oral sex (m and f receiving), handjobs, vaginal sex, no explicit mention of protection (please be safe), threesome, poly relationship, Bucky is a tease and Zemo is flustered, One German pet name is used: bärchen - little bear

Zemo fidgeted with his deep crimson tie; this was stupid–he should have told them no. But the glittery, red and pink, heart-shaped invitation someone, he assumed Chanel, based on the giggling, had slipped under his door was too enticing. It simply said to be dressed for a “super fancy” dinner, signed by both Chanel and Bucky. At first, he felt embarrassed; of course they had noticed his foul mood over the past couple of weeks. And now they were treating him like some loser friend who they pitied. He had declined the invitation only to have Bucky come to him late that night and tell him he had hurt Chanel’s feelings. Zemo suspected Bucky’s were a bit hurt too, even though he acted otherwise. So, against his better judgment, he gave in and let them have their fun. It was just dinner—he was being dramatic.

There was a knock on his bedroom door, and Zemo took one last steadying breath, pushing a wayward lock of hair into place before he crossed the room to open it.

He was fucked.

Behind the door, Chanel, dressed in a sparkly pink dress, and Bucky, dressed in a sharp red suit, stood with one rose stem each between their teeth. Zemo could feel his face heating up–were they trying to embarrass him?

Before he could panic, Bucky raised his eyebrow at him suggestively, and Zemo snickered, rolling his eyes.

“What is this?”

Chanel took the flower out of her mouth and handed it to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Helmut.”

She offered him her hand, and he hesitantly took it, trying not to watch the sway of her ass as she led him to the living room. His eyes looked down at the floor, but then he could just see her calves flex as she half walked and half skipped, and somehow that was worse.

“You look nice.” Bucky’s whisper low in his ear pulled Zemo’s attention away from Chanel and up to the handsome man walking next to him.

“So do you,” Zemo cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t have expected this from you.”

“Well,” Bucky looked away shyly, “that’s all Chanel–you can’t say no to her.”

Zemo raised his eyebrows to signal he understood, all too well. Especially now that he was standing in the living room, low lit by candles and an obnoxious spread of Valentine’s gifts laid out on the coffee table. He wanted to leave, wanted to go back to his room and be alone, but Chanel was staring at him expectantly, and Bucky was putting on a jazzy record, and no, Zemo couldn’t say no to either of them.

They had really gone all out–and Zemo quickly realized that this was the first Valentine’s Day either of them had celebrated in a very long time. Everything Zemo would have avoided doing if he had planned this–date–they did. The roses, the large bouquet that took over the coffee table, were basic. The enormous stuffed teddy bear on the couch was almost bigger than Bucky, and Zemo almost laughed, picturing the super-soldier carrying it home. There were two heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, which, to be fair, Zemo knew he would eat every piece, but it was still cheesy. And Zemo loved all of it. Even their fancy dinner, which turned out to be the worst spaghetti Zemo had ever tasted in his life. But watching them in the kitchen, so intent on making this day special for him, was more than enough to lift his spirits.

“Helmut, seriously. You don’t have to eat it!” Chanel watched him chew another bite with a look of disgust on her face. “I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be hearing any crunching. God, I’m sorry.”

“Draga,” Zemo reached for her hand and squeezed it. “It’s perfect.” He pulled her closer, offering her a bite.

He smiled when she wrinkled her nose but leaned forward and took it anyway.

“It’s awful,” she laughed as she choked it down.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Bucky chimed in, wiping sauce off his face–his bowl completely empty. “We were going to take you out, but everywhere was booked.”

“Both of you stop.” Zemo sat his fork down, wringing his hands. “I–I’m not sure what brought all of this on, but–” he looked up at them, tender smiles on their faces that made him increasingly uncomfortable. “I appreciate it. And I’m sorry for taking the day away from the both of you–I hope you still have plans together after this.”

Chanel took a sip of her wine with a coy smile on her face. “We’re not done with you yet.”

“Unless you want us to be?” Bucky asked.

The way they were looking at him–as if they knew that he was barely keeping it together–made heat prickle across his skin. He felt open, exposed–did they know? Yes, he had kissed both of them–but he had been careful to be strictly platonic since then. And Zemo was always thorough. Surely they didn’t suspect–but their grinning suggested otherwise. Suggested that they knew he could hear them every night and liked it. He felt like they could read every fantasy he had ever had written plainly on his face. He should be embarrassed, but he wasn’t. He was–hopeful.

“Do you want us to be done with you, Helmut?” Chanel leaned forward, moving her fingers over his forearm.

Zemo looked up at Bucky, who simply smiled and poured more wine into his glass.

“No,” he finally stuttered out against his best judgment. “No, I’m–enjoying your company.”

“Okay, come on. I guarantee you this next part was impossible to mess up.” Bucky stood from the table and offered his hand to Zemo.

“I can’t imagine what else you have planned,” Zemo took his hand and followed him to the living room.

“Just desert wine and dancing.” Bucky turned up the jazzy music, and they all stood awkwardly for a moment before Chanel took charge.

She grabbed Bucky’s hand and let him lead her. She reached out for Zemo next, and they took turns twirling her around. Zemo loved dancing–such a perfect excuse to touch. And his greedy hands got braver with each sip of wine he took. The sequins on Chanel’s dress (which, if she had asked, he would have never let her wear) masked the softness that he knew existed in the dip of her hips. If only he could move his hands lower, down to her soft thighs and back up, slipping under the god-awful pink dress. And then there was Bucky–he had taken off his jacket, now just wearing a white button-down cuffed to his elbows. Every time Zemo passed Chanel back to him, he would steal a touch. A finger against his knuckles, a brush against his forearm, and after a few more drinks–a squeeze on the hip. Escalating until Chanel was squeezed between them and Zemo’s hand was all but caressing Bucky’s left arm. He dreamed about Bucky’s hand around his throat just as much as he dreamt about Chanel’s hands in his hair.

Chanel wrapped her arms around Zemo’s neck, and Bucky pulled them both closer to him. Both of their lips–Bucky’s a pouty pink, Chanel’s full and glistening–were within reach, and for a moment, he wondered if they would kiss him and which one would do it first.

He snapped out of it; this was not happening. He needed to get himself under control before he ended up disappointed. He stepped out of their embrace and sat back, leaning against the giant teddy bear on the couch, to watch them dance together. Chanel’s head fit perfectly in the crook of Bucky’s neck, and his hands looked as if they were made to hold her. What kind of selfish person would let his friends ignore their first Valentine’s Day together just to put him in a better mood?

He was that kind of selfish and greedy man that he was, he started to feel the dreaded disappointment that the night was about to come to an end and everything would go back to how it was before. He watched them, their foreheads pressed together, the look of absolute adoration in their eyes as they simply stared at each other.

As if she could feel his growing desire to leave the room, Chanel broke away from Bucky and flopped down next to him on the stuffed bear.

“Do you like him?” Chanel asked, seriously. “It reminded me of you.”

Zemo faltered, looking at the bear and then down at himself. “I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

“It’s a compliment—my Bärchen.” Chanel kissed his cheek, and Zemo knew his face was flushed.

Chanel grabbed a box of conversation hearts off the table. She picked a yellow one and held it out to Bucky, who sat behind her.

“Be mine,” Bucky snorted; that’s already true.

Chanel kissed him quickly before holding the box out to him. “Pick one for Helmut.”

Bucky picked a bright pink candy and placed it in Zemo’s hand.

“Hot lips?” Zemo tilted his head back, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s a good one,” Chanel laughed. “My turn,” she passed the box to Zemo.

He handed her a white heart with red lettering. “Princess. Seems fitting.”

Zemo waited for her quick reply, but he looked back again when none came. Bucky’s lips were at her ear, and she was squirming under his touch.

“We’ll be right back, Helmut.” She jumped up from the couch and dragged Bucky to their bedroom down the hall.

Zemo sighed when the door shut behind them–they weren’t coming back. He stood up and started cleaning, hoping that at least he wouldn’t be able to hear them through the walls–this time, he meant it. Just as he was about to head to his own room, Chanel stuck her head out the door and called to him.

“Can you come in here, please?” She smiled and disappeared again before Zemo could answer.

Cautiously, he pushed the door open, and whatever he was expecting–this wasn’t it. His eyes quickly scanned over them. They were wearing matching lingerie, and the bed was covered in red and white rose petals, but Zemo couldn’t process that right now. His brain was only focused on the fact that they were very undressed and smiling at him expectantly.

“What–” He couldn’t even form a complete sentence, but Chanel was beckoning him forward while Bucky lounged next to her on the bed, and who would he be to say no?

Once he was close enough, Chanel hopped off the bed, her fingers trailing gently over the soft cotton button-down that suddenly felt stifling.

She started to remove his tie. “This is our last gift for you–tell us if this isn’t what you want.”

Zemo looked down at her and then back at Bucky, who looked just as hesitant as he felt.

“You–you want me to watch?” Zemo whispered, still afraid that he was somehow misreading the situation or that this was all an elaborate joke.

Chanel smiled, her small fingers starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. “If you want to–is that what you want?”

Zemo tried to answer, but her warm hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders, and all he could do was nod. Chanel lifted herself onto her tiptoes and gently kissed his neck while her hands traveled down to his waist.

“Fuck,” Zemo muttered, his eyes flying open to look at Bucky.

The hesitancy he saw before was replaced with a smug smirk.

As Chanel continued to kiss and touch him, Zemo couldn’t look away from Bucky, finally taking in the sight before him. His eyes trailed down his muscular chest, over his tense abs, and down to the tiniest pair of black satin boxers, Zemo had ever seen. Little red hearts almost–almost distracted away from the prominent bulge growing underneath the fabric. Zemo licked his lips, his mouth feeling dry as he wished he was doing more than just watching.

Bucky got up then and fuck he looked even better in motion, the gentle flex over his thighs with each step, the confidence of his movements as he quickly crossed the distance between them and stood behind Zemo.

His lips placed a gentle kiss on the other side of his neck, parallel to where Chanel was sucking bruises.

“Tell us what you want, Helmut,” Bucky said as he pushed the shirt off of Zemo’s shoulders.

His hands moved down over his soft belly, making Zemo groan before he pushed his pants off too.

“Want to watch you touch her,” Zemo panted as Chanel’s hand ghosted over his own rapidly growing bulge.

“Is that all?” Bucky pressed his hard body against him, and Zemo groaned again.

“Helmut,” Chanel moved his face to look at her. “Bucky’s teasing you–we want you. Not just to watch.”

Zemo swallowed hard, unable to answer as he watched Chanel back away from him and climb onto the large bed. Her lingerie was made from the same satiny fabric Bucky’s was, and Zemo wondered if they purposefully ordered them two sizes too small.

“Come on, let us take care of you.” Bucky gently pushed Zemo forward, and Chanel pulled him onto the bed next to her.

Before Zemo could do anything, question anything, her lips were on his in a needy kiss, only breaking away to tell him to touch her. Which he did without hesitation, running his hands over her soft skin. He finally realized this was really happening, and the part of himself that he kept locked down, the part that desperately needed this, needed a release, started to claw its way to the surface. He needed her so badly it was starting to physically hurt. He had to break away before he lost control, but as he was trying to catch his breath, Bucky turned his head and pressed his lips against him just as hard. Fuck, he needed them both.

“Please,” he groaned against Bucky’s lips as Chanel softly palmed at his erection.

“Take these off,” Chanel whispered against his cheek.

Zemo quickly broke away from Bucky and shoved his boxers down, pleased with the little hum Chanel let out when his cock sprang free.

Bucky was faster though, and his hand wrapped around Zemo’s cock, making him shudder. Chanel’s hand gently cupped his balls, and Zemo broke when they started to move in tandem. He didn’t know what language he was speaking and didn’t care. Every time Bucky’s hand moved perfectly over his throbbing cock, his thumb gently circling his red tip, and Chanel applied the perfect pressure to his quickly tightening balls, he couldn’t help but curse in every language he knew.

“Stop, I’m gonna come, please–” Zemo tried to hold out, but fuck, had they practiced this before calling him into the room?

He noticed them glance at each other; Bucky gave a short nod before speeding up his hand.

“It’s okay, bärchen,” Chanel placed light kisses over his stomach, “we wanna make you feel good.” She used her free hand to reach up and swirl a thumb around his nipples.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky rasped with a smile, “we’ll get you ready to go again in no time.”

The wink Bucky sent his way was the end for Zemo; he closed his eyes and let go, opening them again just in time to see Chanel sucking Bucky’s fingers clean. They were right–the need that had been growing inside him for months was not quelled at all by his release; if anything, it felt like they had poked the beast, made him angry, fucking set him on fire. He needed more, so much more.

He no longer had the presence of mind to be hesitant, to wonder what the rules or dynamics were. He knew what he needed, and he was going to take it. He lifted Chanel’s chin to look at him.

“Do you still want to be my good girl? You promised, remember?”

Chanel’s eyes lit up, and she glanced at Bucky with an excited smile. “More than anything, Bärchen.”

“Then come here and let me taste you.”

Chanel quickly crawled over him until her thighs were on either side of his face. He pulled her hips down with one hand while he used the other to move her underwear to the side.

Whispered curses tickled her sex, and Chanel whined impatiently above him.

“James,” Zemo turned his head to find those sparkling blue eyes. “Tell me how to make her scream.”

Bucky’s smile grew as he moved closer, intentionally pressing his bulge against Zemo’s hip and resting his head on Chanel’s thigh.

Chanel looked like she was already close just from looking down at them.

“Slowly,” Bucky directed as Zemo drug his tongue over her, groaning impatiently. “I know she’s dripping all over you like a desperate slut, but you gotta make her earn it.” “Bucky,” Chanel whined, digging her nails into his shoulder as she tried to rock her hips against Zemo’s face.

“Shh, be a good girl and take it,” Bucky muttered as he lightly bit her thigh, his hips starting rock against Zemo as he continued to orchestrate their mutual torture.

By the end of it, Zemo’s hair was in complete disarray, Bucky’s shoulder had bright red crescent moons left behind by Chanel’s nails, and Chanel collapsed on top of both of them entirely out of breath.

“Was that good,” Bucky asked teasingly as he scooped her off of Zemo and pulled her against his chest.

Chanel rolled her eyes dramatically, still barely breathing. “Ass,” she puffed out, jabbing her elbow into his ribs.

Zemo watched them, and instead of feeling out of place like he usually did when they were obnoxiously cute, he felt the beast inside of him getting closer and closer to escaping.

“James,” he croaked out, drawing their attention back to him.

Zemo sat up on his elbow and caressed Bucky’s hip, enjoying the way his hips pushed forward against Chanel. “I think it’s your turn, no?”

Bucky sat up to meet his lips, kissing him hard but pulling back quickly. “This is about you–whatever you want, Helmut.”

Zemo’s gaze flicked between Bucky’s lips and Chanel lying underneath them. “Fine, just a taste then. And then I want to watch you fuck her–show me what it is you do every night to pull those sounds out of her.”

“Fuck,” was the only word Bucky got out of his mouth before Zemo’s hands were pushing him down onto the mattress.

Zemo didn’t bother asking Chanel for instructions–it was just supposed to be a taste after all. What he really wanted was to watch Bucky’s thick cock split her open exactly how he had imagined every night.

But Bucky seemed to have other plans–he gripped Zemo’s soft hair when he tried to pull off and thrust his hips up again. He pushed Zemo’s head down further and groaned deeply when he gagged around him. Zemo pulled off then, and he and Bucky both turned toward Chanel when they heard her faint giggle. She and Bucky locked eyes, and she sat up on her knees. Without looking away from him, she slowly pulled on the little strings on her hips, and Bucky cursed her as he broke eye contact and looked down to watch the satiny fabric fall away.

Zemo started to back off, but Bucky pulled on his hair again while one hand reached out for Chanel. The struggle was evident in his eyes–he wanted both–he was just as greedy as Zemo was, they all were.

“I think he wants to come in your mouth, bärchen,” Chanel whispered in Zemo’s ear, drawing a moan from him.

Zemo sank back down, giving Bucky what he wanted.

“Look at you–can’t even control yourself, can you?” Chanel’s voice teased as Bucky’s thrusts grew erratic.

No argument came from Bucky as Zemo continued to let him shove his cock as deep as he could. His own arousal was growing quickly as Chanel placed kisses on his temple, working down to his jaw, and he got the hint. He pulled back and let Bucky’s tip slide against his cheek, feeling Chanel’s lips press a kiss to the bulge beneath his skin. And Bucky managed to push into Zemo’s throat one last time before he came.

Zemo pulled off him, only slightly surprised that Bucky hadn’t gone completely soft, and turned his attention to Chanel.

“I guess I’m gonna have to fuck you myself then.”

“Yeah?” Chanel sat back, slowly crawling away from him. The fire in his eyes burned brighter at the little chase she made him do. “You gonna finally take what you need from me, bärchen?”

Chanel’s back hit the headboard, and Zemo grinned, wrapping a hand around her ankle and pulling her back down underneath him. His forearms landed on either side of her head; his breaths came out in short, almost angry huffs as his eyes moved rapidly over her face, searching for any hesitancy.

He flipped her onto her stomach when he found none and sank into her with one harsh thrust. He was vaguely aware of Bucky’s curse to the side of him and Chanel’s strained voice begging him to move. But he couldn’t do anything–it felt too fucking good. He was barely hanging on to his sanity. When Chanel looked over her shoulder, he pulled her up and held her close to his body.

“Safeword,” he nearly growled.

Chanel stuttered for a second, surprised by his tone. “Pineapple.”

“Good girl,” Zemo brushed her curls out of the way and kissed her neck.

Chanel could tell he was still holding himself back. “It’s okay, Helmut. I can feel how much you need this.” His cock twitched inside of her again. “Don’t you?”

Zemo faintly nodded against her shoulder, still refusing to move.

“Yeah, you do–” Bucky moved behind him, whispering in his ear. “That primal urge to just take and take until your mind is completely blank and all you know is burning white-hot pleasure.”

Zemo looked up at him, wondering, for the second time that evening, if Bucky’s super abilities included mind reading.

“I’ve been there,” Bucky raised his eyebrows with a slight smile. “I’m sure my hand felt good–”

“Our hands,” Chanel corrected.

Bucky rolled his eyes and pushed on her shoulder blade, smirking when she obeyed and lowered herself back onto the mattress.

“But this,” Bucky gently ran his hand up Chanel’s spine and back down to smack her ass. “This is what you’ve been craving. Soft and warm,” Bucky’s lips trailed over Zemo’s neck and jaw, “so tight and wet wrapped around you.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and Zemo finally let go, let this primal urge take over him completely, and he was sure that Bucky could see the change on his face. He knew Chanel could feel it when he gripped her hips and finally started moving.

He hadn’t felt like this in so long–Bucky was right again. Every thought in his head was gone. He wasn’t sure he had ever even had thoughts that weren’t about Chanel’s pussy wrapped around him, the sounds she was making, or the pleased smirk on Bucky’s stupidly handsome face as he just watched, egging him on.

Zemo flipped Chanel over, latching onto her breasts as he quickly shoved back inside of her. Bucky moved closer, lifting both of Chanel’s legs to rest on Zemo’s shoulders before lying next to her to pet her hair.

Zemo noticed nothing other than how suddenly his cock was hitting even deeper inside of her, and he buried his face against her neck as he tried to stave off his orgasm.

She was talking, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying; her nails felt like claws against his back, and it just made him move faster. He couldn’t hold back anymore; he lifted up to look in her eyes and was surprised to find her crying.

“Don’t stop!” She shouted before he could even think that he might be hurting her.

“Fuck,” Zemo huffed, resting his forehead against hers. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking this cock like a fucking dream—like it’s what you were made for.”

“Fuck–” Chanel gasped her response to Zemo cut off when Bucky’s vibranium fingers found her clit. “Yes, oh my god, fuck yes!”

Zemo and Bucky both groaned, not sure who she was talking to.

“Such a damn tease–” Zemo kissed her for the first time since he had been inside of her. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long to feel this fucking heaven between your legs.”

“I’m–fuck, right there, fuck–sorry,” Chanel babbled, not caring about anything other than the orgasm they were both about to pull from her.

“Fill her up already, quit being selfish,” Bucky huffed, and Zemo was suddenly aware of his leaking cock sliding against Chanel’s hip.

“Fuck, Bucky–” she reached down to touch him, but Zemo grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he moved his lips back her ear.

“Just me, draga–take it, fucking take it.”

He wanted nothing more than to ignore Bucky’s pushing, but it was too late–he was no longer focused on her pleasure as he chased that white-hot fire Bucky had promised him. He could feel it creeping up his spine, stirring in his balls, building at the base of his impossibly hard cock. And then she came, shouting his name over and over as she clenched and gushed around him.

The next thing Zemo knew, his eyes were fluttering open–he didn’t know where he was for a moment. He lifted his head–he felt so good, so light. Then he realized–he had been laying half on top of Chanel, who was sleeping soundly. He looked up, and Bucky was smiling down at him. He still had those ridiculous boxers on, but now paired with an open black satin robe as he sipped a cup of tea.

“Feel better?”

Zemo shook his head with a chuckle as he sat up. “A lot better, I think. Was sure I was dreaming for most of it.”

Zemo started to get up to look for his clothes and make his exit before things got awkward.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to leave, right?”

“Oh?” Was the only stupid thing Zemo could pull out of his mouth because Bucky looked too fucking good, and his pretty mouth was curling into Zemo’s favorite smile.

“If it wasn’t obvious–we like you, Helmut.”

“I thought–”

“What–that we planned this whole day for you out of pity?”

Zemo looked down, nodding his head. “Well, not so much pity–but just–”

Bucky reached over Chanel to pull Zemo’s lips to his. “No. I want you–Chanel would say the same if you hadn’t fucked her to sleep.”

Zemo let himself disappear in the moment, enjoying Bucky’s soft lips on his, his hands in his hair. All the questions and worries about how this would even work–he had never done anything like this–slipped out of his mind as Bucky’s tongue caressed the roof of his mouth.

“Come over here,” Bucky pulled away, sitting against the headboard on his side of the bed.

Zemo gently crawled over Chanel and settled in the space between them. He didn’t know what to do or say–this was so foreign to him. His eyes avoided Bucky’s face, roaming over his body again, and he realized he hadn’t gotten to properly touch before. His hand slid up Bucky’s thick thigh and over his hip. The sharp intake of air Bucky took boosted his confidence.

“These are ridiculous,” Zemo snapped the band of Bucky’s boxers, making him chuckle.

“I think they make me look good,” Bucky teased, sitting up to slide his robe off and throw it on the floor.

“Like you need any help with that,” Zemo muttered, turning away from him to lay on his back.

Bucky kissed him once more before turning off the lamp and sinking down onto his pillow. His warm flesh arm wrapped around Zemo and stretched just far enough for his hand to settle on the swell of Chanel’s ass.

Zemo scoffed, the situation suddenly sinking in, and it was absolutely ludicrous. “Poor Sam. He leaves us alone for one weekend.”

“Oh, he’s gonna lose it,” Bucky chuckled into Zemo’s shoulder. “Try and sleep before Chanel wakes up for round two. We didn’t even get to the body chocolate and whipped cream.”

“Fuck,” Zemo muttered, running his fingers over Chanel’s spine, hoping it would wake her.

“You’re playing with fire–she’s insatiable.”

“Feeling quite the same,” Zemo ignored Bucky’s warning, moving his hand to cup her breast, taking it in his mouth before his fingers greedily traveled lower across her stomach.

Chanel stirred, moving her leg over Zemo’s hip to get closer to him. “Bucky, baby?” She mumbled sleepily. “Go get the chocolate.”

Zemo grinned against her skin as his fingers delved into the sweetness between her legs and Bucky’s thick cock pressed against him. Greedy–so greedy, but how could he possibly resist?

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drariellevalentine · 4 years

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Hello and Good Morning!

I decided I wanted to write a little fluff piece of Ethan x MC(Aria Valentine)This is my first fanfic so sorry if it wasn’t to your liking!

Jealousy and Gelato:-

Characters/ Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey(E), Aria Rose Valentine(A),Naveen Banerji(N),Adrian Raines(R),Sienna Trinh(S)

Disclaimer- All characters belong to Pixelberry except Aria Valentine

* takes place somewhere between OHSY

Aria’s POV:-

A-Wearing heels for 5 hours and my feet are killing me, why does Ethan have to be so damn tall!

S-So you’re telling me you wear heels because you’re intimidated by Dr. Ramsey’s height?

A-Well, June, Baz, and Ethan are way more experienced and way taller then me; heels are like my secret weapon of confidence,and make up for my height!

S-Well, I’m perfectly content with my 4 feet and 11 inches.

A- Hold that thought, Dr.Banerji just paged me. Apparently, there’s someone here to see me?

S- Are we still on for dinner-(Aria had already run off) Dear God, that girl needs to catch a break!

Adrian’s POV:-

N- “I just paged Aria, she’ll be here in few minutes.You know she’ll be very happy to see you.”

R-“ I know, it’s just I barely get to see her in accordance with both of our demanding schedules; I definitely am lucky that my latest case was in Boston and the hearing was delayed for a few days.”

( Aria’s brother, Adrian, is a world renowned criminal justice lawyer.)

N- “Nevertheless, she’ll be happy”-( Aria enters)

A- “Dr. Banerji, you wanted to see me...Adrian!” Rose leapt into my arms and in return gave her a bone-crushing hug. “How?...Why?...When did you come?”

(Adrian calls Aria ‘Rose’.

R-“My latest case which was in Boston was delayed so I decided to pay a certain workaholic sister a visit!”

A- “ Me! Workaholic?Ha, that’s definitely you!”

R- “Alright, you told me about an amazing gelato place around here over the phone.Shall we go, for old time’s sake?”

N- “You two with your incredibly crazy love of gelato!”

A- “We are part Italian,after all! Join us?”

N-“Ethan is expecting me for coffee, you two carry on!”

Naveen’s POV:-

N-Ethan swiftly enters a few minutes after Aria and Adrian leave. “You were trying to eavesdropping weren’t you?”, I ask him with a slight smile.

E- “ Who was that?”

N- “You decide to pull Ethan’s leg and say “I think that was one of Dr. Valentine’s old friends, I think that they are very close.” You can see the curiosity and jealousy overwhelming him.”

E- “Alright, let’s go.”

N- “Did you know Aria’s middle name is Rose?” I stifle a laugh at the sight of Ethan, he thought he knew almost everything about her.

( We enter Ethan’s preferred coffee shop, only to see the line tremendously long)

N- “You know what, this line is too long. Aria mentioned a nice gelato place around the block. Let’s go there.”

Aria’s POV:-

A- “This is nice, it’s been a long time we did something together.”

R-“Yeah, now are you going to tell me who’s the lucky man or should I start guessing?”

A- Knowing my cheeks just turned 50 shades of red, I try to tell him there’s no one.

Adrian’s POV:-

R- Oh really! Smirking, I pull out my phone and show her the series of pictures and texts she accidentally sent to me instead of Sienna in the process of venting.

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(This first part, Aria is texting Sienna)

A- Who the HELL does he think he is?!!!

S- Who?

A- Ethan Ramsey, of course! He acts hot and cold but has the sheer audacity to comment on my outfit!

S-Woah, slow down! What did he say?

A- “ It was your idea to solicit wealthy patients, the least you can do is make an effort to dress adequately!”

S-WTF?!

A- IKR, I’m getting revenge.

S-How?

A- Just wait 😈!

( Aria steps into Victoria’s Secret, buys a Mediterranean blue set of dare I say provocative lingerie; then enters her favourite boutique filled with clothes that fit her aesthetic- chic, stylish, sexy and feminine. She picks out a winter trench coat, perfectly matching with her lacey lingerie. Going home, she slips the set of silk and lace on, pairing it with high heel boots of a shimmery blue hue and drapes the coat onto herself. Strategically posing, she takes a few pictures in front of her bedroom window.)

Aria thinks she’s sending this to Ethan, but fate had different plans.

A- Didn’t have much time to completely button my outfit, but we all know who’s fault that is!

A- (She sends the photos she took)

A-Hope this is at least “adequately professional”!

A-😤

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R- Before Rose could come up with a response, her eyes flitted back to the opening door, widening at seeing who it was.

Ethan’s POV:-

E- As I entered, I saw Aria blushing and sharing a huge chocolate gelato tub with another man. Who the hell was this man?Wait what, why should I care, it’s not like she’s my girlfriend...Nice going, Ethan.

N- “ Ah Aria, I hope we’re not interrupting anything;you see, Ethan’s favourite coffee shop was packed so I decided to take you up on that offer to join. Hope you don’t mind.”

(Naveen makes a point of sitting near the man so I would have to slide in between Aria and the man.)

E- As Naveen spoke, my eyes started scanning the man beside him. My eyes widened in recognition! That man was Adrian Raines, world renowned criminal justice lawyer. What was he doing with her? Was she in some kind of trouble or they were just good friends? I thought of innumerous amount of reasons except the obvious one. Was she romantically involved with him?

A- “No problem Naveen! Dr. Ramsey, let me introduce you to one of the world’s greatest criminal justice lawyers who also happens to be my brother!”, she said with a smirk.

E- I almost choked on hearing her reply. “What?,He-he’s your brother? But how?” I asked in astonishment noticing the huge grin plastered on all their faces.

A- Adrian is my older brother, as soon as he began receiving fame and recognition, I always knew I would travel on a different path and carve my own. Hence, I took my mother’s maiden name as my last name.

N- “Enough of that, order more gelato and Adrian, tell me more of what your and Aria’s childhood was like.”

E- I could tell Naveen was trying to save me from embarrassing myself even more and I was glad.

Aria’s POV:-

A- I was grateful for Naveen as he cut in. As for Ethan, I think he has embarrassed himself enough! The conversation continues until Ethan and I are paged by Baz.

R- “Bye Rose, I’ll see you this weekend.” He gives me and Naveen a big hug and shakes hands with Ethan.

A- I guess one way or another, “Mission Accomplished!”

Thank you for reading my humble fluff piece.

#ethanjonahramsey #playchoices #open heart #ohsy #ethan x mc

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irrelevantwriter · 5 years

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Feelings? Fuck Off.

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, Daddy kink, oral (female receiving), mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids, Negan realizing he has feelings (yikes)

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: Negan comes home to see you in his bed and he starts to realize some things.

A/N: Here’s a little afternoon delight for you all. This was originally supposed to be for Valentine’s Day (hence the mention of it in the story) but I didn’t get it done in time. I had a lot of fun writing this because I decided to do it from Negan’s POV. He’s always so entertaining to tap into, especially when he’s having an emotional crisis. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and enjoy!

Masterlist in bio.

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Negan sighs wearily as he climbs the steps to his less than humble abode. He’s had a shit day. He’s been having shit days since Rick and his posse of fucking misfits decided to challenge him at every fucking turn. He’s tired of having to sling is dick around to prove a point. He wants them, no…needs them to fall in line like good soldiers and keep the backstabbing to a minimum. So far, they have been dead set on doing the opposite. And he is paying for it.

His whole body is sore; aching with an exhaustion that reminds him he’s far from a young spring chicken. His eyes are blurry from overuse and old age, though he’d blame it on a particle of dust before he went and admitted that. His shoulders sag and he feels burdened with a new weight he hadn’t been expecting. Alexandria is testing his motherfucking patience like no other. He’s mentally drained and the state of his personal affairs is not improving his well-being. Those personal affairs include the fairer sex. More specifically…his wives.

They are a whole other matter entirely. What once was every straight man’s wet fucking dream, has now crashed and burned with only a single survivor left among the wreckage. All of his wives have gone and fucked off in some form or fashion. Sherry hightailed it out of the Sanctuary, even leaving behind her pre-apocalypse husband for god knows what. She had a stick up her ass most of the time anyway. Tanya and Frankie are more fascinated and interested with his newest addition than him nowadays. The wannabe Rain Man, mullet-head have two of his wives fucking captivated, and in a way Negan is grateful…less bullshit for him to have to swim through. Amber is basically in a comatose state since he’d taken the iron to her ex. A situation that could’ve been avoided if people would just stop fucking testing him.

It was all for the best anyways. His true affections belong to one woman. And you were the last one standing. You were there when the dust settled because you were the only one that gave a damn about him. You were the only one who cared if he made it home in one piece. And you were the only one who would care if he didn’t.

He feels relief overtake his body as his closed door comes into view. Immediate guilt soon follows. He’d promised you that he’d be back to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He’d been neglecting his husbandly duties lately and he was on a path of redemption, but he’d ended up failing miserably today. The pick-ups and runs had taken longer than anticipated and he’d been forced to oversee the mess. Once again, you’d been placed on the backburner.

His door eases open easily. He decides to shower and seek you out as soon as fucking possible to start the groveling process. But one look at his massive bed and his plan is abandoned.

There in a nest of grey blankets and pillows, you lay sleeping peacefully. His wives had not been allowed to stay in his room in the beginning, but now, with just you and him, he basically fucking needs it. The warmth of your body always lulls him into a soundless sleep. Some nights you stay with him. Some nights you retreat to your own room. He’s asked you once why you left when it was just the two of you that remained. You’d insisted it was for his benefit and that you knew how much he liked having moments of solitude. That’s bullshit. He doesn’t need that shit. He needs you. But does he admit that? Fuck no.

Negan walks into the room quietly, setting Lucille against the wall as he removes his jacket and boots. He watches over you like a hawk, hazel eyes scanning your prone form as if it were the first time. You look beautiful all wrapped up in his bed and he suddenly feels a swell of emotion rise in his chest. He quickly sweeps the feeling to the side, unwilling to be honest with himself or you. Instead, lust dominates his actions as he sits down on the edge of the mattress and lets a hand trail across your cheek and down to your collarbone. The comforter is pulled up to your chest and he can’t stop the urge to expose you to his hungry gaze.

Your breasts are encased in red and pink; hearts decorating the feminine fabric in celebration of a lover’s holiday. Your nipples are easily visible and he groans lowly at the sight. You are far too fucking good to him and your festive attire solidifies that fact. You shift softly as a thick finger trails between your breasts and over each nipple, the thin fabric barely acting as a barrier as they harden against his touch. He watches as your skin breaks out in gooseflesh, the reaction sending a shot of arousal straight to his dick. Your body’s reaction to him is one of the things he adores about you the most. You’re so responsive and completely open to letting him explore you in ways no one has before. It’s an intoxicating sensation.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as he continues to pull the blanket away from your body, revealing more of yourself. His calloused hands that are so used to beating and breaking men are now caressing the flesh of your stomach with a gentleness that would surprise most. He feels your body arch into his touch as he continues on his path south. Your lower half is decorated the same as the top. A scrap of red and pink material with the same girly hearts barely hide you from view. He can see the perfect outline of your lips against the fabric, a small damp spot barely visible. He licks his lips at the sight.

You shift in your sleep again and Negan can swear he sees your thighs part ever so slightly, silently begging for more. He’s happy to oblige. He traces over your clothed sex with his finger, enjoying the way you lean into his touch. He teases the elastic of your panties and dips a finger beneath the barrier at each new pass. He touches the seam of your opening and is rewarded with a wetness that makes his pants grow increasingly uncomfortable. This time, a moan leaves your lips at the flesh on flesh contact and he can’t take it anymore. He has to have you. He has to indulge in the one good thing he has left.

He moves down the bed so that his mouth is now even with your crotch. He takes in a deep breath and inhales the delectable scent of your arousal. His tongue shoots out on its own, licking at your slit through the fabric. His lips and teeth soon join in, creating a pleasure that has your hips rolling into his mouth. He becomes emboldened by your display and moves your panties to the side. His lips instantly suction around your clit and you awake with a moan, your hands tangling themselves in his hair between your thighs.

“Oh, Negan…” Your voice is breathy and raw with emotion. Negan rubs himself against the mattress, hoping to alleviate some of the throbbing that has settled there.

“Rise and shine, darlin’.” His voice is clear of the fatigue that had been so prevalent moments before. He’s invigorated and horny as fuck. He adds a finger into your slick-soaked channel. Your walls immediately suck him in, the feeling reminding him just how fucking good your pussy always takes his cock.

“Jesus…” You whimper as Negan’s finger and mouth continue to work you over. He adds another finger, his digits seeking out that spot deep inside your body that begs to be explored.

“Right there, baby?” He asks, but your body is already answering for you. Your thighs begin to shake and your nails drag across his scalp as the tremors start to overpower you. “Oh, that’s the spot, isn’t it? Right. Fucking. There.” He thrusts vigorously and watches as you come undone, head thrown back and spine arched in a picturesque scene of climax. You moan loudly, the sounds tapering off to whimpers as he slows down his movements. He eases off as you gently push him away, too sensitive after such an intense orgasm.

“Hi.” You say finally and almost shyly, your eyes now clear of the fog of lust. You look cute as shit still wrapped in all your Valentine’s Day glory with an ‘I just got fucked good’ smile on your face. Negan crawls over you, trapping you underneath him as he presses his still fully clothed body into your near naked one. He makes sure you can feel his dick against your thigh, the evidence of his desire for you apparent.

“Hi.” He replies smugly, enjoying the way you melt into him. His hands run through your hair as you start to come back to reality and down from your high.

“That was quite a wake-up call.” You point out, voice still thick with sleep. Your hands delicately caress his face, the action causing his eyes to close briefly.

“Hmmm,” He hums, soaking in your soothing touches. He can already feel the difference in his body being there with you. The tight coils of tension that had caged his body only moments before were now releasing and easing him into a state of relaxation. And arousal.

“You looked too fucking good to ignore.” He says with a grin and slow thrust of his hips against your core.

You moan as his lips descend onto the flesh of your neck, his tongue tasting you as if you were the sweetest chocolate. Your fingers grip his thick locks; your legs wrap around his waist. His jeans rub deliciously against your thin panties and he can feel that wetness he loves so much start to coat the dark denim.

“You need me, baby?” He husks against your collarbone though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, please…” You moan, your words trailing off as he bites down and sucks on the plump flesh of your left breast.

His hands expertly reach behind you to unclasp your bra, the material immediately being torn away by his hungry hands. You arch into his body now that your breasts are free and he fucking loves that shit. He doesn’t think you realize it, but he gets one-hundred times harder when you push yourself into him. It’s like your giving yourself over to him, to do what he pleases. And you trust him enough to do so. It’s a strong fucking aphrodisiac that he always takes pleasure in.

Your hands pull at his t-shirt and he pulls away from your perfect tits to appease you and pull off the offending garment. His naked chest meets yours and he swears he could hear you release the sexiest fucking purr.

“I don’t think I told you how fucking sexy you looked tonight, baby girl.” He mouths at a pert nipple as he pulls your panties down your rounded hips. The material gets caught on your thighs and he takes a moment to appreciate the goddess laid out beneath him.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked breathily, your chest rising and falling quickly from desire. You look dazed and it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s seen in a while. He feels that bubble of emotion in his chest again, the need to express just how much you fucking mean to him on the tip of his tongue.

“You’re really fucking special, you know that?”

Your eyebrow quirks up at his sudden admission and he can tell he’s caught you off guard. You smile up at him and he feels that heaviness in his chest ease up at the sight.

“So are you.”

They were three simple words, but they made him feel on top of the fucking world. And you’d never know that because he’d never tell you, but he hopes you can feel it somehow. He hopes you can just tell it from his actions and feel it in his touch.

“Now finish what you started.” You demand with a push of your hips and a bite to your lower lip. You know what that action does to him and he has no choice but to surrender.

“Bossy.” He quips as he gets back to ridding your of your soaked panties. You lift up so he can finally free you of them and his eyes spark with mirth as he brings the fabric to his nose and inhales. “And fucking needy. Just like I like ‘em.” He boasts, the scent of you now surrounding him. He feels a primitive wave wash over him and he becomes overwhelmed with the need to be balls fucking deep inside of you.

“Dirty old man.” You tease. His lips form a smirk, one he’s been told time and time again makes him look like Lucifer incarnate. He licks his lips, unashamed of the way his body responds to your own.

“You love it.” He growls as he stands and starts to remove the last of his clothing. You watch with heavy-lidded eyes, your legs parting ever-so slightly to give him a peek of his favorite fucking place to worship.

“I do.” You cheekily agree, body stretching along the bed like a feline. The sight makes him work faster at getting his clothes off so he can mount the fuck out of you.

When he’s finally bare, his hand wraps around himself on instinct, seeking relief. He hears a whimper fall from your lips and he hastily lathers his hand with saliva, jerking himself off to you. You’d started to slip your own fingers inside yourself, the sound of your soaked cunt urging him to a finish line he wasn’t ready for.

“Fucking hell, baby…” He releases the hold he has on himself and moves closer to the bed. You open your legs, letting him see all of you. A finger is buried deep in your pussy while another teases your clit. He grunts and pulls your ankle so that you slide closer to the edge of the bed. You yelp and remove your fingers, gripping the sheets instead. The height of his bed lines himself up with you perfectly and he steps forward to rut against you.

“God, I missed you…” You moan once his bare flesh meets yours. Negan sets his weight on top of you, his stubble-laden face rubbing sensuously along your neck and chest. He lets his lips and teeth work you over the way he knows you like while his dick has a field day grinding against your pussy.

“How much?” He demands, his hands now full with your flawless tits. You throw your head back, submitting yourself over to his ministrations.

“So much.” You finally reply, voice strangled with fast-rising pleasure.

He pulls away, his dick now fully coated in you. His eyes catch yours, ignoring the way you plead with him to resume his actions.

“Prove it to Daddy, baby girl.”

He lies down on the bed, back resting against the headboard. His position says it all and without further prompting you straddle his lap. He fucking loves that you know him so well; that you take your own pleasure in pleasing him.

His hands settle on your hips as you take him in, warming him from the inside out. He can feel your walls grasping at him; feel them pulling him in like they never want him to leave. He groans as you move slowly above him, the sight and sound of you impaling his cock making that elusive tingle surge to the surface. He places a hand on your breast, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Your hands grip his wrist, urging him on. He pinches your nipple, loving how responsive you are under his touch. Your hips pick up speed, swallowing him over and over. The sensation is fucking intoxicating. He can never get enough of you. He can never get his fill of you.

“That’s it…take it all.” He encourages, his own hips now thrusting up into you at a matching speed.

“Fuck…you feel so good.” Your words sets his body on fire and he doubles his efforts. He assaults your clit and he can feel you starting to flutter around him.

“Cum for Daddy. Squeeze my dick.” He knows you love dirty talk about as much as he does and he happily obliges you. His words no sooner leave his mouth before you’re shaking above him. He can feel the tremors race from your body to his own and he pulls your hips flush with his, stilling your movements and letting his dick feel every inch of your orgasm.

“God fucking damn. That shit is good.” He drawls as you collapse against his sweaty chest. He can feel your lips along his neck and he groans, very aware that his dick is still hard as fucking steel and embedded inside you. He adjusts his position below you and you whimper into his flesh at the action.

“That was amazing.” You breathe out once you finally sit up, hair sticking to your glistening skin. You look hot as shit. Your skin is flushed, your nipples still hard, and your lips swollen from your constant biting. He feels himself twitch inside you and you notice immediately.

Your hips move slowly as they push back and forth. Your hands are planted on his chest, your nails clawing and leaving marks. He thrives on that sting of pain and he has to stop himself from flipping you over and pounding that gorgeous fucking ass. He wants to take his time with you tonight.

His hands grip the flesh of your ass, encouraging your movements. And as much as he loves watching you writhe beneath him, he fucking loves the way you ride him. You’re in your own world, your body moving of its own accord; searching for that cliff to dive off. Your head is thrown back and your tits are pushed out; all while you’re fucking stuffed of him. The image almost makes him bust a fucking nut right there.

“Stop.” He commands with gritted teeth and you instantly obey, your body stilling over his. It takes everything he has to utter that word, but he’s a seasoned lover and he doesn’t get that way by hitting and quitting it. No, he takes his time. He can be just as fucking theatrical in bed as he is out in the world of rotting corpses. And he’s sure there’s some kind of hidden fucking analogy about swinging Lucille beyond the fences and swinging his big dick within the confines of his bedroom. That analysis was for another time.

“Take me out.”

You comply without hesitation and he watches in rapt fascination as you lift off his lap and pull him from your depths. You moan lowly at the loss of him and he can see your lips still trying to clutch at him. His dick is soaked as fuck and he can feel it throbbing like a motherfucker, wanting to cum in your tight pussy. He’s enamored by you and that you can take all of him so well. It’s another check off his list on why you are so fucking special. He doesn’t have a monster dick, but it’s definitely something to brag about. Which he fucking does.

“Oh come on, baby girl…” He starts, his tone taunting and filled with challenge. “You can get Daddy wetter than that.”

Truth is he doesn’t think you can because his dick is already sliding through your fucking hands like Jell-O, but he enjoys provoking you. Because just like him, you can’t help but to rise to the fucking occasion and prove yourself. You challenge him and he loves the hell out of that shit. It’s another one of the things that makes you important to him.

With a new fierceness in your eyes, you take him inside again. He groans and throws his head back because he can feel you doing that thing with your pussy that squeezes the fuck out of his dick. Beyond the intense pleasure he’s laughing because you play fucking dirty. His dirty girl.

“Holy fucking shit.” He curses, eyes squeezed shut and body taut with tension. It’s a different kind of tension than the one he’d been riddled with earlier in the evening and he can’t wait to release it.

Your body starts moving up and down, slowly and seductively. Each time he’s fully inside you, you grip him with a force that makes his eyes cross. He fucking asked for it. He tries to urge you faster, but you ignore his attempts and keep your speed. He can feel that spark catch fire and its spreading fast. You can read his body just as well as he can read yours and you can see how close he is to snapping. You rotate your hips, twirling his dick inside you like you’re riding a wave on the fucking ocean. Shit feels fucking phenomenal.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

His whole body stills and his fingers dig harshly into your hips and ass. You cease your hips and let him fill you up, a victorious smile planted on your luscious lips. He pumps his hips up and into you, keeping you locked to him but knowing he didn’t have to. He can feel the sudden warmth from his release as it coats your walls and him, the sensation enough to make him want to stay this way forever. Through the haze he can hear you mewl and moan, taking as much joy in the moment as he fucking does.

Negan lets his limbs go lax as his chest continues to move with his rapid breaths, eyes closed as he starts to recover from the intensity of his release. You lean forward and catch his lips, and he blindly falls into the embrace with you. His hands smooth over your naked back and ass, feeling you shiver as he does. He can feel a moisture start to collect between your joined bodies and he notices he’s still half hard. Payback time.

He moves so fast that you don’t even have a chance to react. He flips you both so that he now hovers over you, dick still encased in your painted walls. You squeal in surprise and soon laughter flows from your lips as he tickles your neck with his stubble. The sound makes that chest tightening shit happen again.

“Negan!”

“You clearly don’t play fair, baby.” He rumbles against your ear, his teeth biting at the lobe delicately.

“I learn from the best, Daddy.”

Your words make him smile proudly because you are right. You are a badass in your own fucking right, but neither of you can deny the influence he has on you.

He shifts so that he’s on his knees and maneuvers you to your side. This position is a fan favorite for you both. He can watch himself fuck you while also being able to see that pretty face take his dick. He’s freed himself from your clutches and streaks of his cum are already seeping from your heavenly pussy. He can’t help it. He uses his fingers to open you up, always eager to see himself all over you. Perhaps it was an Alpha male thing, but he fucking loves seeing you covered in his marks and cum.

“You ready to learn more from Daddy?” He teases, tongue to his cheek as he situates his dick back at your weeping slit.

You nod, just as eager to take the lesson as he is to give it. By now, he’s fully erect again and he plunges into you hard and deep. You love getting fucked like this and he works to find that spot inside you that guarantees a flood on his dick. Your hands are tangled in the sheets and your body is twisted so that you’re staring up at him with wide, desire-fueled eyes. He slams into with abandon, admiring the way your ass and tits jiggle as he thrusts.

“You gonna cum again, baby girl? Gonna make that pussy so wet I slip out?”

You moan loudly, the volume enough to alert anyone on this floor to what you two were up to. Neither of you gave a fuck.

Your hands are grasping your tits, keeping them from his view and he tuts at the sight.

“Uh-uh, you know I love to see these fantastic titties bounce.” He moves your hands out of the way and he can see you roll your eyes.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with them bouncing on your fucking chest.” You retort, giving in to his request and going back to gripping the sheets instead.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby.” And he does. You cum around him in a matter of seconds, the search for that hidden spot a success. He clenches his jaw as he lets you ride through your orgasm, your body and limbs tangling around him as you shake.

“Fuck, that’s tight. Feels too fucking good.” He groans.

Negan can tell he’s not far behind and he speeds up his thrusts, moving so hard he’s pushing you up the mattress. He slips himself out of you and cums on your hip and ass cheek. It’s not a lot, but he knows he’s not quite finished. Every once in a blue moon he’ll have the stamina of a man twenty years his junior. He isn’t sure what triggers it, but anytime it happens he doesn’t fucking question it.

He slips back inside, still hard and up to giving your pussy a pounding. Sweat coats his skin and he can feel it start to slide down his temple. You’re taking the fucking like a champ; lips pursed and body completely pliant. Your hand trails through his cum, rubbing the liquid into your skin.

“Shit baby, you like Daddy’s cum all over you?” He watches as you smooth your hand up your waist and to your tit, covering the fleshy mound in his spendings. He growls at the sight. A finger makes its way up to your lips and you suck on it. The display is purely for his benefit and that doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Daddy…” You whine and he knows its time to wrap up this little production. He can tell you’re tired after having cum three times. He knows your pussy is probably sensitive as fuck and just to be an asshole about it, he pulls out and slaps your swollen lips with his dick. You jerk away and he laughs darkly because he knows you fucking love it. As much as he pushes your buttons, he makes up for it tenfold when you two aren’t fucking like rabbits. He has his softer moments and they seem to be more frequent where it concerns you.

He’s cumming on your pussy and ass again, the amount much more than his previous load. He’s making a huge fucking mess. One that he knows you’re going to bitch about later, but he continues on. He lets his dick play in the mess he made on your skin, his body finally spent and limp all over. He smirks at your thoroughly fucked form and leans down to kiss you tenderly. Tongues twist together as you both marinate in the afterglow. He’s admitted to you once before that this was one of his favorite moments post coitus…the two of you just making out like teenagers rather than the two savages who fucked each other senseless moments before.

The contrast works.

“I l-,” He stops short, knowing what’s about to slip out. He catches himself and recovers, hoping you hadn’t noticed but knowing you most likely did. “I live for this shit.”

He looks down at you, seeing a specific look in your eye. He likes to think he’s smooth, but there are times when he stumbles. You don’t call him in on it, not immediately anyway. He knows he has time to figure shit out before you do.

“Pervert.” You quip, hands back to tangling in his hair. He can feel his skin sticking to yours from the sitting liquid between you, but neither of you make a move to retreat.

“I may say all the fucked up shit, but you’re the one that gets off on all that fucked up shit, my dear wife.” He nips at your bottom lip while pinching your nipple. You swat his hand away. You know he isn’t wrong.

“Touché, my darling husband.”

Negan finally collapses beside you and he can already feel his eyes drooping, sleep ready to take over. He feels your hand entangle with his and he smiles. His chest is tight again, but its significantly less than what it had been. He doesn’t know what the fuck that means. He knows fuck all about relationships, see his first marriage, but he also knows life is too fucked up to go through it alone.

So, there on his bed, both of you covered in sweat and cum, he decides he’d do anything in his power to protect you. That chest-tightening feeling be damned.

#negan #negan x you #negan fanfiction #negan fic #negan twd #negan x reader

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sunshinetrappedinourhearts · 5 years

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Nathmarc month day 16: Baking

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16491026/chapters/39023273 Gaaaah I’m late agaaaaain, I’m blaming my part-time job, ew. ;^; Also, is this an early Valentine’s fanfic? Yes, yes it is! 8D I actually wanted to write from both Marc’s and Nathaniel’s POV, that was my original idea, but it was getting way too long, so again, only Marc. I promise I’ll write from Nathaniel’s POV again very soon! @nathmarcnovember

‘Of course I’ll help you, Marc!’ Marinette had said, eyes twinkling brightly. Suddenly he wasn’t so sure anymore if it had really been such a good idea to ask her for help. Since, well, last time she helped out, things…. hadn’t gone that… smoothly. Still, she had the best intentions. Back then, and now, too. She always had. And what could possibly go wrong if she just helped him making the chocolates?

So Marc now found himself in the Dupain-Cheng bakery, waiting until Marinette came back with the right baking supplies. He was staring at the ingredients in front of him, fumbling a bit with his fingers. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure anymore if it was such a good idea to actually bake something for him for Valentine’s Day… One, it was maybe a bit lame… Two, he had never baked something before. Three… he had no idea how Nathaniel would react… Frankly, he wasn’t even sure if the other liked chocolate. But he had too, right? There weren’t many people who disliked chocolate… right?

Marc sighed a bit. No matter how much he worried, he was already at Marinette’s place so there was no backing out anymore. If he would even try to mention it, he was convinced the girl would do more than just her best to push him to do it anyway. He just had to do it. And stop his cycle of overthinking for once.

‘Okay, I think I got everything, Marc!’ Marinette yelled from a distance, and she walked towards him, carrying some kitchen supplies. She put them down on the counter in front of them, smiling brightly.

‘You have some molds with you, right?’

He did, but-

‘Uhm, I do have some, but…’

He had already put them in front of him and he stared at them absently. They were heart-shaped, and Marc was wondering if they weren’t a bit too much.

‘Oh, these?’ Marinette had spotted them. ‘They’re perfect, so cute!’

‘Aren’t they a bit… uhm…’

‘They’re heart-shaped! Gets the message across, right?’ Marinette winked at him.

Marc averted his gaze a bit, the blood rising to his cheeks. ‘Maybe, but…’

‘Don’t be so insecure, it’s alright. Normal round ones would be boring, wouldn’t they?’ She smiled softly at him and started looking at the cocoa powder, reading the label.

Marc grimaces a bit. ‘You’re one to talk. Do you have any plans to make some chocolates yourself?’ He glanced at her, and Marinette’s face colored bright red.

‘Eeeeeeeh maaaaybe, I mean no, I mean, I’m just going to buy some, I mean, maybe bake when I have time, but he’ll get so many chocolates he won’t even need mine, Marc!’ For a moment she stared at him with big eyes, but then she sighed and put the cocoa powder back on the counter. ‘I don’t know yet,’ she said. ‘I might, tonight. Ugh.’

Marc smiled. ‘He’ll love yours. You’re good at baking, Marinette.’

‘Thank you, Marc,’ she smiled back at him. ‘But let’s focus on your boy first, hm?’

‘Ah…’ Marc scratched his head a bit awkwardly, the uneasiness again finding his way back to his stomach.

It’ll be fine. If he hates it just come up with some sort of excuse. You’re a writer, you’re supposed to be good at making stuff up. And otherwise, you could always put it in his locker without signing it.

He breathed.

Yeah. It was fine.

‘Alright, I’ll explain it to you in an easy way and then you do it, okay? I’ll check if you’re doing it right. But I won’t do it for you, you have to put your own love in it.’ She seemed so happy, her eyes sparkling brightly and a big grin on her lips.

She meant well, but Marc did feel a bit alarmed.

I hope I’ll be able to do it right…

Never really baked before…

I’ll probably burn something or-

Just screw up-

Somewhere-

Surely.

Then, a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Marinette nod at him in an encouraging way. ‘Come on, Marc, you’ll be okay! I’ll be right here,’ she handed him a spoon.

‘Okay, so first, we need to melt the cocoa butter. Very carefully so it doesn’t burn.’

Marinette went on to explain the whole process to him, it was quite a lot so Marc didn’t quite remember everything, but it was fine. He could always confirm the steps with her.

They worked together for a while, and Marc actually found himself relaxing slowly, the work being not as hard as he had been afraid of, and Marinette was assisting him very well.

At some point, however, as Marc just started on the next batch of chocolates, his assistant seemed a bit distracted, staring outside and then back at the small pan with chocolate.

‘Uhm, are you okay, Marinette?’ Marc asked.

‘Oh, I’m fine! Yeah!’ she smiled brightly. ‘I’m just gonna get some decorations, so, I’ll be right back, okay?’

Before Marc could even open his mouth to answer, the girl was gone and he shrugged. Sometimes she was like a whirlwind, doing so many things at once and jumping from one thing to another. He didn’t dislike it though. Marinette was a great friend, despite her mistake when he got akumatized…

He shuddered a bit thinking of the memory. It was far from something he was proud of, and it was still really embarrassing to remember.

Instead, he tried focussing his attention on the cocoa butter in front of him. It had almost fully melted. What was next again? Adding the cocoa? How much did he have to use again…?

He didn’t quite remember, so decided to wait for Marinette’s return.

Tree minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten.

Marc scratched his head a bit, wondering where on earth she could’ve disappeared to. It was taking long, way too long.

Oh shit, the butter.

What did he have to do again?

Right, cocoa…

How much…

Oh man…!

He took a deep breath and added some, stirring constantly, and added some more.

Too much!

Or not…?

He really didn’t know…

Ugh…

Oh, right.

“Put your love in it”, wasn’t it?

As he continued the recipe the way he supposedly remembered, he tried to think of his deep ocean blue eyes, and the way they lit up whenever he was drawing. Of the soft smile on his lips when they talked about comics and movies and everything he was passionate about. He thought of how much he wanted to see that smile forever.

He dropped a spoon as that thought went through his mind and he quickly picked it up again, glancing around him, scared someone would come out to scold him. That didn’t happen. Marinette was still not back. What was taking her so long…?

Then, suddenly, a loud thud came from outside out of nowhere, and Marc’s heart skipped a beat as the noise went through his ears. In a reflex, he walked to the door to see what had happened.

What he found when he opened it was Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting an enormous heart-shaped villain.

Fascinated, Marc watched for a while as the duo worked together to trap the akuma. He snapped out of it after a bit and quickly rushed back inside to finished the last chocolates. They were as good as done, they only needed to be in the fridge for a long time.

Just when he was beginning to do the dishes, the door from upstairs was thrown open and an out of breath Marinette was in the opening, walking slowly towards him, her eyes sad-looking.

‘Marc… I’m so sorry… My parents suddenly wanted me to run some errands and I didn’t expect it to take this long…’ She started looking at the last chocolates, examining each of them, immediately a smile again on her face.

‘Wow, you finished! You remembered everything?’

Marc nodded. ‘The only thing is I’m not entirely sure if they would be too strong, the taste I mean. But I think it’s fine.’

Marinette looked guilty, pressing her hands together. ‘I’m really, really sorry!’

Marc smiled at her. ‘Don’t worry about it, it all worked out.’

She breathed, relaxing her body. ‘Alright then, let’s put them in the fridge. You can pick them up tomorrow before school.’

*** It was Valentine’s Day and Marc felt like his whole body was on fire the whole freaking day. The chocolates were still safely in his bag, and he hadn’t had the chance to give them to him yet. He was considering putting them in his locker but… if he did… what would even be the point?

He wouldn’t know it would be from him, he wouldn’t know they were handmade, he wouldn’t know… anything… and he had worked too hard for that yesterday.

So finally, when only the two of them were left in the art room, Marc reached inside his bag, the box with chocolates in his hand.

He breathed.

His heart was rebelling, pounding so heart it tried to leave the body.

He breathed.

Yeah, like that. Calming down. Everything was okay, he’d be okay.

A deep breath, then.

That helped.

His hand was out of the bag, and the box on the palm. He hadn’t gotten this far yet before.

A very, very deep breath.

‘Uhm, Nathaniel…?’

The boy looked up, surprised, meeting his gaze.

‘I uhm, got you something… Ah, open it when you’re home, alright?’ Marc held out the small box to him, staring as his cheeks colored pink. He wanted to look him in the eye, see the reaction within them, he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Too scared. Too chicken.

‘O-oh, t-thanks!’ Nathaniel took the box from his hands and put it in his own bag.

‘And uhm… ah…’ Marc scratched his head. Come on, say it you coward! Otherwise he won’t even understand!

‘H-happy Valentine’s Day, Nathaniel…’ He couldn’t look at him, though.

But it was alright because Nathaniel laughed softly and it was one of the best sounds Marc had ever heard.

Then, rustling, and he looked up to see Nathaniel suddenly holding a small box as well. He smiled gently, and placed it in Marc’s hands.

‘You, too, Marc. Open it when you’re home.’

*** When they got home, both of them received heart-shaped chocolates. Marc one accompanied by a beautiful artwork of their hero counterparts together. Nathaniel one accompanied by the sweetest love poem he’d ever seen. The chocolates weren’t perfect, but they were the best they had ever had.

#nathmarc november #nathmarc #miraculous ladybug #rainbow tomato #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #marc x nathaniel #nathaniel x marc #marcthaniel #fanfiction #my stuff

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Mr. Leto Masterlist /updated/

Just Imagines:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164368639987/new-mom

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164442058197/work-related

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164490824562/work-related-ii

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/165052706772/present

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/165340100737/imagine-slowly

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166283245012/less-then-30-seconds-to-mars

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167076047262/imagine-guitar-stop-moving-you-yell-beyond - I

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167077045707/imagine-drawing-you-start-your-drawing-lessons - II

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167080381807/imagine

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167167809337/imagine-chilling

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167228168882/imagine-present-j-has-been-suspicious-lately

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167349957317/time *insert tears here*

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167526676847/imagine-painting-jared-being-an-artist-and-you

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167561278802/imagine-fake-you-and-jared-were-dating-for-years

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167690079887/imagine-surprise-as-it-was-almost-your-birthday

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167705564457/imagine-mars-its-decided-i-am-leaving-your

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167740587672/imagine-photographer-you-recently-moved-to-a-new

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167803856047/imagine-concert

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167810324787/imagine-birthday

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167880840297/imagine-the-sagittarius-effect-you-just-woke-up

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168040463672/imagine-drunk-it-was-after-midnight-you-were

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168082899772/imagine-home-you-were-playing-with-your-phone-in

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168189274677/imagine-portrait-note-mentioning-of-self-harm-as

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168473308582/imagine-kisses-inspired-by-this-jared-lately-he

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168601101662/imagine-job-you-recently-got-married-to-your

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164566572527/were-all-mad-here-its-not-a-competition

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168681067697/imagine-the-one

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168782103557/imagine-christmas-girls-edition-everything-was

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168859770992/imagine-christmas-boys-edition-js-pov-we-all

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168851175147/imagine-coffee

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168864003152/imagine-under-the-christmas-tree

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168975419582/imagine-trip-you-were-already-late-got-in-the

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169123259737/imagine-30-seconds-to-happiness

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169123468932/imagine-30-seconds-to-happiness-ii

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169161437722/copy

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169192739982/copy

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169545125817/imagine-girlfriend-can-i-be-your-girlfriend

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169630223947/imagine-desert-love

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170077218867/imagine-family-your-parents-got-divorced-when-you

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170380954137/imagine-old

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171270720557/name-it

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171489887297/grandma-duties

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171455006442/dream-app

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171661020317/imagine-the-day-of-the-women

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/172045712142/imagine-hot-you-had-met-this-guy-called-j

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/172131375382/personal-guys-as-much-as-i-want-this-to-be-true

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/172164747187/fatherhood

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/173097428487/imagine-model-being-alessandros-sister-and

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/173392766202/birthday

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/174559197222/imagine-secret-identity

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/175040861722/imagine-mornings

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/174559197222/imagine-secret-identity

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/175670407807/copy-right

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/176135380167/imagine-piece-of-paper

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/178476918987/imagine-knight-in-a-dress

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/178918073557/caution-children

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/179782309342/you-just-walked-out-of-the-supermarket-and-headed

https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/185452089002/an-thats-my-second-time-i-receive-an-anonymous

Short imagines:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/161173409057/imagine-imagine-being-a-famous-writer-but

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/161238939937/rhina988-imagine-having-a-little-trip-with

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/161306250607/imagine-its-the-first-really-hot-day-of-the

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164976195637/sunshine-sparkle

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/165369856027/imagine-thinking-about-you

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166473812752/imagine-a-fan-jared-being-a-fan-of-you-his

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166531554362/imagine-walk-early-morning-the-last-summer-day

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166603575512/imagine-friends-being-long-time-friends-with

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166647615937/imagine-lil-traitors-being-a-famous-writer-and

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166679933122/imagine-cliff-youve-been-hiking-with-your-little

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166703303412/imagine-perfect-while-having-a-break-from-the

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166757967302/imagine-mine-youve-been-with-j-for-a-while-now - i am in progress of writing this as an extended one

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166887686527/imagine-headache-you-go-to-surprise-jared-but-he

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166942210752/imagine-in-the-woods-being-a-lone-climber-and

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167112729252/imagine-fairytale-meeting-jared-in-the-old-and

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167985235252/imagine-lips-being-in-a-relationship-with-jared

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168691958977/imagine-school-it-was-another-day-at-the

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168973782307/imagine-a-view-you-and-j-went-on-a-vacation-for

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169081761077/imagine-spy-you-go-on-a-vacation-in-an-old-hotel

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169386560007/imagine-home-we-met-you-were-you-i-was-me-it

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169503910057/imagine-chocolate-you-were-sitting-puzzles-in

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/169540705022/imagine-jealousy-who-are-you-talking-to-my

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170271690207/imagine-capture-this-ale-was-sitting-quietly-on

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170305942667/imagine-read-between-the-lines-being-a-famous

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170550273527/imagine-rule-47

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170832822217/imagine-conflict-your-stepfather-jared-had-a

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170873266822/imagine-be-my-valentine

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171126051677/imagine-woof

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171245371597/mars

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171245405377/the-secret

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/175466899472/imagine-going-to-a-concert-to-see-your

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/177055087532/you-are-jareds-friend-pretending-to-be-his

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/176947764377/jared-outside-in-the-back-yard-sitting-and

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/177067097912/me-and-jared-were-sitting-on-the-couch-he-was

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/176729653497/looking-this-close-at-jared-face-to-face

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/176293414332/marsmad-nikkitasevoli-iraniq-marsmad

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/176289455952/rhina988-have-this-lil-something-it-popped

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/179206247407/imagine-love

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/180071731507/imagine-you-are-on-the-plane-and-suddenly-you

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/180200842012/inspired-by-my-conversation-with-sougie

https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/185772864382/you-were-done-with-work-and-your-knight-in

https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/185685959177/imagine-jared-playing-the-guitar-in-the-bedroom

Longer series:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166810410397/muse

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167949018202/i-married-who

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168016469627/imagine-promise-i-got-home-after-a-hard-2-weeks

Mars stuff:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170314745592/iraniq-imagine-just-cake-stuff-you-recently

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171052599332/imagine-wanted

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171053815812/young-leto

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/179288253932/imagine-accident

Twin sisters adventures:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/164864464837/summer-in-italy - I

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167022095462/summer-in-italy - II

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167798380697/meet-and-greet

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170271690207/imagine-capture-this-ale-was-sitting-quietly-on

Mr. Wallace:

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166153687642/protector

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/166710031922/imagine-angel-you-are-mr-wallaces-newest - i am also making this as a longer story xD /bare with me/

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168755406682/cleoleto-iraniq-iraniq-imagine-angel-you - Angel, part I

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168707587897/imagine-bad-view-based-on-a-true-story-aka - part I

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/168760094297/imagine-point-of-view - part II

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http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170832822217/imagine-conflict-your-stepfather-jared-had-a

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/170873266822/imagine-be-my-valentine

http://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/171245371597/mars

#jared leto #jared leto imagine #jared leto imagines #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #mr. leto #Niander Wallace #niander wallace imagine #niander wallace fanfiction #mr. wallace #mr. leto masterlist #my masterlist #masterlist

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