#alexei smut

[voxmortuus]

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Count Vronsky x F!Reader!Wife ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Anna Karenina ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 2k ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ This was given to me by the lovely @bettytaylorversion || I would love to request a hc for him in a honeymoon with fem!reader, like pure and utter fluff and romance 🔥💘 ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Passionate Sex | Unprotected P-i-V | Cream pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this brings you some joy. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TIME PASSER DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @voxmortuus ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @peachyspaceslvt ✧*̥˚ ATJ TAGLIST: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was a beautiful ceremony, everyone who was anyone was there, but now, it was just time for you and your beloved to be alone. To learn and explore each other. To enjoy the company of the one you will be spending the rest of your life with. Today, it was a beautiful day. The air was warm, but not overly hot, there were large fluffy clouds in the crystal blue sky, and the sun was shining bright. Alexei had decided he was going to take you to a private place, a place where no one was going to bother you. A small little country house just outside of town. Well, today Alexei had plans. These plans were special, and you weren't allowed to know these plans. He had vanished outside leaving you to ponder on your thoughts.

You were sitting in the kitchen, you sip on a cup of tea. Your thoughts were simple, yet nothing overly complex, what would your life be like? He had no issue getting your attention, you found him alluring, attractive, intelligent, suave, and charming, and you found him to be a wonderful conversationalist. Sitting there, your mind drifts in a wonderful daydream of how your life will all work out, what will it become? Jumping a moment when he comes back to the house, you look up at him and smile. Reaching for your hand he kisses it softly and looks over your face.

"I have a beautiful day planned. Shall we?" He asked.

Nodding you were eager. You watched him grab the picnic basket on the outside of the door as you headed toward the docking out back of the home. You look at him and tilt your head.

"You really did plan today out? It really is a beautiful day for something like this." You stated softly looking up toward the sky as you got closer to the private dock.

When you both approached it, he stepped into the small boat, placed the basket down, and held his hand up to help you in, to make sure you were getting into the boat safely. The boat swayed and you got a little nervous, but you knew you were safe. Once you had settled looking around, you smiled sweetly, this was going to be an absolutely beautiful day. Placing your hands in your lap you look over his features as he untied the small boat and pushed it away from the dock.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

You nod eagerly and bite your lip, curious as to where he was taking you. This waterway was large, trees draped over it with beautiful pink and white flowers, vibrant green leaves, and swans, everywhere, it was beyond breathtaking. As he rowed the boat, it moved gracefully in the water, the sounds of nature all around you. You can't help but smile.

"This is beyond beautiful." You smile softly.

"Nothing short of the best for you. Would you like to feed them?" He asked.

"Can I?" You ask eagerly.

He reaches into the basket and hands you a bag of bread pieces. "Here love."

Taking the bag you look inside upon opening the bag. You smile wide before tossing some out into the water. The fish below and the swans above move to get what you had tossed. A soft giggle escapes you as you watch them. Turning back to your new husband you smile softly.

"This is absolutely beautiful. I cannot express this enough." you search his face.

Leaning forward he kisses you softly, running a thumb across your lower lip. "You're absolutely beautiful." He smiles.

Flushing softly you glance down before looking back up at him and searching his face. Licking your lips you tilted your head softly. You feel this warm feeling, this warmth of the sun shining through the branches of the trees. It really was out of some sort of fairytale.

"What other plans do you have today?" You asked him.

"Well, how about I go show you." He smiles taking the oars and carefully working his way through the water to the other side of the large lake. You look over him and wonder when he had the time to do this, but he was up far earlier than you were. You smile softly and continue to look around at everything as he works his way through the water and you continue to feed the fish and birds with the crumbles of bread.

When he gets to the other side he moves past you to get out and pull the boat to the shore and helps you out. Looking around it was a meadow-like opening. There were no trails toward the location he was taking you, a small path from the shore to this small opening that was surrounded by flowers of the season, birds chirping, and a soft subtle breeze. It was beautiful, just like everything else. It was a lot to take in but at the same time, it wasn't.

He opens a blanket he pulls from the basket, and paces it on the earth's floor. He looks up to you and holds out his hand for you to take. Biting your lip softly you chuckle and nod joining him on the blanket. Leaning against him you look out on nature and smile. It truly was a vision of your dreams.

He wraps his arms around you and leans in and kisses your neck. "You smell delicious. Is that a new perfume?" he asks you.

"It is. I'm surprised you noticed." You chuckle softly.

"Of course I noticed. I also noticed you are not wearing anything under your dress." He smiled softly.

"Oh, is that so?" You chuckle.

"That is very much so." He smiled as he reaches down and hikes your dress up a bit.

"Are you wanting to do that here?" You ask him.

"Well, why not? There's no one else here, just us… What do you say Mrs. Vronsky?" He smiles looking down at you.

"Well, when you put it that way." You chuckle and turn to look at him you put your arms around him as he moves to have you straddling his lap.

"Oh, you like hearing Mrs. Vronsky don't you?" He chuckles.

Nodding your head you smile and lean in and kiss him sweetly and deeply. He keeps you close as he moves his hands up your back and presses you close to him as he moves to nip at your neck as his lips trail down and he moves to open your dress a bit more so he can kiss your chest. Now and then his gaze looks up as he watches you carefully. Your jaw slacks a bit, feeling his lips on your flesh like that is utterly intoxicating. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper, your body trembles softly. This feeling made your body feel warm and even a little dewy between the legs.

He grips at you, his hands moving under your dress and sliding it up to move it off of your frame placing it next to you both, your nimble fingers move to undo the buttons of his shirt and slide it off him and place it by your dress. Looking over him you smile, your fingers move against his chest before you move your hands to the back of his neck and slide your hands up into his hair, as he leans into your hands and nails a bit as they scrape against his scalp you move your hips ever so slightly. He looks over at you and smiles.

"I want to be inside you." He whispers against your lips as he kisses you deeply.

"Then be inside me." You whisper back.

Feeling him free himself as his hard flesh presses against the front of you, he rubs the tip of his cock against your opening before he lowers you onto him. You drop your head to rest against this shoulder and let out a soft moan.

"Oh, Alexei." You whimper.

His jaw clenches a moment as you wrap your slick velvet-like walls around his sensitive flesh. Growling a moment as he buries his face into your neck.

"You feel so good.." He tells you.

"You feel good." You state back as he helps guide you over his hard member.

You begin to moan a little more feeling him fill you, feeling yourself stretch around his hard cock as you glide along him. Your head moves to hang back as your hands press into his shoulders as you bounce at a steady pace. His hands wander your form, feeling your flesh under his grip, it was soft, it was moldable. He watched your face, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He looked down at you as you pressed yourself down on him. He liked watching the way it looked, how you took all of him like you were made for him.

Moving you to your back, he looked down at you, your hair fanning out as he leaned forward and began to thrust at a quicker pace, the sounds of you both echoed and rolled off the flower petals. He pressed deeper into you, causing you to moan louder, causing you to grip at his sides, your nails dragging across his back, leaving little red welts of love across his flesh.

Dipping down he captured your lips against his, as he moved to grab your hands enterlacing your fingers with his as he moves them above your head, with each thrust you both move against each other, and your moans pass your lips and dance across his. Your tongue finds his as it dances an intimate dance with his, your moans still escaping into him as he thrusts faster into you, but with each thrust, it is soft, with care, with a tenderness of the moment.

He moves from you, kneeling, watching the way he slips in and out of you, watching the way you coat him with a shiny coating of your juices coating his cock, you moan softly your back arches, your flesh against the contrast of the earth was beautiful, it was something he was going to have a forever memory about.

Lifting your hips to his own he growled softly as he continued to thrust picking up the pace as you roll your hips, your breathing picks up hearing his growls, you aren't able to contain yourself. Gripping at the grass above your head and your body bounces with each thrust he gives. Your moans are mere screams. From the grass to your breasts as he thrusts harder coming to a finish for you both he looks down at you and searches you.

"Finish with me." He states.

"Then don't stop… I am so close." You state.

"Of course not, Love." He smirks as he picks up his pace a little more.

His thumb finds your swollen sensitive bud and he begins to rub it the feeling causes you to scream in pure euphoria and tremble as you were not able to control yourself. Your legs are trembling and your walls begin to spasm against him as if milking him for his seed. He growls and moans loudly as he presses himself deep within you and he buries himself and ribbons of hot finish coat your walls.

After a few more twitches of his member, he looks down at you and smiles softly as he slowly pulls from you and moves to lay by your side. He tucks some hair behind your ear and smiles.

"Now, Mrs. Vronsky, you do know that this is likely to happen often on our honeymoon correct?" He chuckles.

Breathily you look at him. "I sure hope so. Mr. Vronsky."

He just stays there, admiring you, reaching into the basket to feed you grapes, admiring your body, you were absolutely beautiful to him, he couldn't stop staring at you. He didn't want to. Ever. Forever his. Forever yours.

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[simp4eshal]

Ballroom

Count Vronsky x poc!reader/OC(Arabella Von Jaga) (but she's mostly reader i just felt more comfortable giving her a name)

warnings: obsessive behavior, angst ??, smut, yearning, fluff, lemme know if i forgot something

In the dimly lit study of his opulent manor, Count Vronsky paced restlessly. His eyes burned with an intensity that betrayed his turmoil of emotions. It had been months since he had last laid eyes on her, months of sleepless nights and restless days spent yearning for the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. His heart ached with a longing so powerful it threatened to consume him whole. She was his obsession, his raison d'être, and he would stop at nothing to make her his. Her name was Arabella, and she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

He paused before a large mirror, running his fingers through his unruly hair, trying to tame the wild beast that had taken over his appearance. His once-handsome face now bore the telltale signs of his all-consuming passion: dark circles ringed his eyes, his skin was pale and sallow, and his muscles were taut with unspent energy. Even his once-elegant attire seemed to reflect his inner turmoil, wrinkled and askew.

He could no longer deny it; he was losing his grip on reality. His thoughts were consumed with her, and his actions had become increasingly desperate. He had tried to fill the void with other women, but it was futile. They were but pale imitations of the one he truly loved. Arabella was his sun, his moon, his stars, and without her, he was nothing but a shadow of his former self.

Determined to take matters into his own hands, Vronsky gathered his most trusted servants and issued a decree. He would hold a grand ball in her honor, an extravaganza the likes of which the kingdom had never seen. The invitations were to be sent out far and wide, to every corner of the land, inviting everyone who was anyone to attend. The catch was that the ball would be by invitation only, and the only invitation that truly mattered would be in Arabella's hands.

For weeks, Vronsky's servants worked tirelessly to prepare the manor for the event, transforming it into a veritable wonderland of opulence and excess. Intricate tapestries hung from the ceilings, gleaming chandeliers cast their warm light across polished marble floors, and towering floral arrangements adorned every available surface. A full orchestra was hired to play throughout the night, their haunting melodies weaving in and out of the revelry.

As the appointed day finally dawned, Vronsky paced anxiously before the grand entrance, his heart hammering in his chest. He had spared no expense, had left no stone unturned, and yet he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't enough. He longed for her to be there, to see the depth of his devotion, to feel the weight of his obsession.

Dusk fell, and the first guests began to arrive, their opulent attire casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the ballroom. Ladies in shimmering gowns and gentlemen in finely tailored suits mingled amidst the fountains of champagne, their laughter and conversation filling the air. The orchestra played on, the music swirling around them like a living thing, weaving a seductive spell that enraptured everyone within earshot.

Vrronsky paced restlessly, his gaze darting about the room, searching for any sign of her. His heart felt as though it were being squeezed in a vise, the anticipation almost unbearable. He had invited every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom, hoping that one of them might know where she was, might have heard a rumor or seen her somewhere. But so far, there was no sign of her.

Hours passed, and the ball reached its zenith. The guests, their appetites whetted by the endless feast and flowing champagne, had begun to let loose, dancing wildly to the orchestra's stirring melodies. Vrronsky, however, could not join in their revelry. His focus remained fixed on the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her.

As midnight approached, he grew desperate. He had to know if she would come, if she would accept his invitation. He spotted a servant hurrying across the ballroom and beckoned him over. The servant, out of breath from running, bowed low. "My lord, a messenger has arrived with a note for you." Vronsky snatched the envelope from the servant's trembling hand, his heart racing. With shaking fingers, he tore it open.

The note was brief, but it was all he needed to hear. In her delicate script, she had accepted his invitation, promising to attend the ball. He read it over and over again, the words losing their meaning as tears of relief and joy streamed down his face. He could feel the weight of his obsession lifting from his shoulders, a lightness in his chest that he hadn't experienced in years.

With renewed vigor, he rejoined the revelry, laughing and dancing with the other guests. He scarcely noticed the envious glances that were directed his way, for he was no longer concerned with the opinions of others. All that mattered was that she was coming, and soon she would be in his arms once more.

As the night wore on, the ball reached its climax. The orchestra struck up a new, haunting melody, and Vronsky could feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He glanced at the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned towards the entrance. There, framed by the doorway, stood Arabella, resplendent in a gown of shimmering emerald silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant chignon, revealing the long, dainty column of her neck. She held a single red rose in one hand, its thorns glinting in the candlelight.

Vronsky's heart skipped a beat as he saw her, and he felt a surge of relief wash over him. She had come. She had accepted his invitation. With a graceful smile, she glided across the ballroom, her eyes never leaving his. As she drew closer, he could see the love and devotion reflected in her gaze, and he knew that she felt it too. They met in the center of the room, and without a word, they began to dance.

The music seemed to fade into the background as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. Their hands entwined, their fingers interlaced, and Vronsky felt as though he had found his anchor in the world once more. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and the sensation was intoxicating. She leaned into him, her cheek resting against his shoulder, and he could feel her breath hot against his skin.

The other dancers seemed to fade away, leaving them alone in their own private universe. Time itself seemed to lose all meaning as they moved together, lost in the music and in each other. Their every touch was electric, every movement full of promise and passion. They danced until the orchestra had finished its final song, until the ballroom was empty and the candles had all burned down to stubs.

Finally, with a deep sigh, Vronsky lowered Arabella back onto the parquet floor and stepped back, his heart racing. She looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the heat of their embrace. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "That was... that was perfect."

He smiled down at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her face. Her lips were still slightly parted, her eyes shining with a mix of passion and desire. "I love you," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "You are my world, my reason for living."

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, they stood there, lost in each other. Then, slowly, Vronsky bent down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, before growing more passionate. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and he could feel her respond to his touch, her hips grinding against his.

With a groan, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her across the ballroom and into his private chambers. The candles flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows as he laid her down on the bed. She arched her back as he trailed his fingers down her neck and over her breasts, helpless and full of desire at the same time.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they tore off each other's clothes. Vronsky kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his trousers, revealing his aroused length. He positioned himself between her legs, feeling her hot, wet folds against his skin. With a growl, he pushed forward, burying himself inside her. She cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, driving deep inside her with each thrust.

Her body arched off the bed, meeting his each stroke with a grinding of their hips. Their sweat-slick skin slapped together in a rhythm that grew faster and more frenzied. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, and the candlelight flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced across their entwined forms.

As they moved together, lost in the intensity of their passion, Vronsky felt a building pressure deep within him. His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, as he struggled to find release. He felt her body tense beneath him, her muscles clenching tight around him, and with a hoarse cry, she shuddered violently in his arms. Her inner walls gripped him tight, and he felt himself spill inside her, his climax overwhelming him in a wave of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together, his weight pinning her down. For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, their hearts racing. Then, slowly, Vronsky rolled off of her, their entwined limbs separating with reluctance. He looked down at Arabella, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving, and felt a surge of love and possession course through him.

"You are my everything," he murmured, trailing his fingers down her stomach and over her hip. "My reason for living, my reason for breathing. No matter what happens, I will always be yours."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him. "And I will always be yours," she whispered, her voice still husky from their passion. "Forever."

Vronsky felt a shiver of possessiveness run down his spine at her words. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, and breathed in the sweet, feminine scent that clung to her skin. "You are mine, and I will never let you go," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "No one else will ever have you."

Their eyes locked, and he could see the heat of desire burning in her gaze. She reached up, tracing a finger down the line of his jaw, her touch sending shivers through his body. "I belong to you, Alexei" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I always have, and I always will."

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[selarina]

I love you so (I'll eat you whole)

→ Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Two individuals caught in a repetitive cycle of phone calls and conversations, each blaming the other for their constant and inescapable interaction.

Or as Tom Wambsgans once said, "I love you but you kill me, and I kill you.

Content Warning: Toxic Relationship, Rough Sex, Heavy Angst, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Emotional Hurt, Allusions to Substance Abuse, Jealousy, Smut, Mentions of Cheating, Power Dynamics, Spit Kink, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Post-Break Up, Dom Kuroo Tetsurou, Switch Kuroo Tetsurou, Switch Reader, Crying, Dacryphilia, Unresolved Emotional Turmoil, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.3k words

Author's Note: This is possibly the most toxic, and filthy thing I have written. And will likely be the last. Enjoy.

Read on AO3

"If anything this is your fucking fault."

"What the fuck? You're the one who called me," you say, and it irritates him how you can be this nonchalant. How he's the one up and carding his hand through his hair and you're just sitting, your hands and mind focused on a fucking cigarette.

"You fucking picked up. Yo—You could have just not."

You turn, your brows cinched, your eyes seething and it almost makes him happy, and that thought alone is enough to make him feel a bit sick. 

"You are the one who called me," you say, accentuating every single word of that sentence.

"You always pick up. You could just not," he's repeating what he said and he thinks he could repeat it a thousand times and you still wouldn't understand.

"You're the one who's always calling. I do — Just stop."

Maybe he should, he thinks but it’s a fleeting thought. "I can't, and you know it," he says, his voice soft and a bit hoarse.

He sits down on the bed now, too tired to keep standing through this. His hand runs through his hair, he thinks anymore of this and he'll go bald — by stress or through pure frustration.

"You know it," he says, his voice comes out softer this time and you can tell he's tired. 

He looks up to you, and he can tell you're tired. Tired of him trying to fix this, whatever you two would call it, but not tired enough to end it on your own. He supposes that in a way he's nothing but a hypocrite — how can he expect this from you when he won't do it himself?

Your hands come up, the cigarette finally abandoned and your fingers run through his hair, and it reminds him of the last summer before college started. Your hands would card through his, just like this. You were gentler back then, treating him like a delicate doll, now you card through his hair like he's yours, still a doll but fervently yours through time.

"I know," you say, your voice comes off hushed. "I know, baby."

And just like that he sinks. Into your shoulder, and into your life. Once again. All over again.

He smiles as his hands loop around your naked waist. You flinch ever so slightly at his cold hand, and just for a moment he thinks that maybe he should take his hands off, find his discarded shirt, and his car keys, and never return.

But then he thinks of how it feels to sink into you like this, like he could fit all of himself right next to you. You're the missing piece of his puzzle. Or maybe he is yours, he can't tell anymore.

Your hands keep moving against his hair, back and forth, and back and forth. Sometimes it moves sideways, but it's been long enough for him to figure out a pattern so he nips at your neck, slowly but harshly, his teeth sink in as he pulls against your skin. 

You groan deeply, he feels it against the hand that sits on your waist. His hands tighten, he already knows that you won't pull away, but he can't help but pull you into him every single time because he knows this is fleeting, and he's grasping onto you while you're a dimly lit lantern that's waiting— no, palpitationing and aching to be set free.

Your hands are still gentle, even as he's pulling against your skin, you don't tighten into his hair. You never have, and so he kisses over the now visible bruise, and he's happy he can leave at least this on you. It makes him think that maybe all of this is not as fleeting as he thought. You carry the bruises for at least a week he realizes — all the love bites and the handprints.

He pulls back, his eyes narrow and you notice they're tinged with red, as though he cried but you know he didn't, you would've felt it. You look into your shoulders and still see no residual of tears.

His eyes stare back into yours when you look back up. They're muddled with a mix of frustration and just desire.

And for the first time today, your eyes show emotion. Other than pure fucking horniness, you feel love, it's a distant love, it's a love that doesn't exist but you feel it in this moment.

You draw yourself closer to him, and in one swift move, your lips are on his. You want to take this slow, like back in high school, when you treated each other with care and a brewing hint of fear, because you didn't want to break him and he didn't want to break you. 

You can't help but internally laugh at how you both have failed, so miserably at that.

You want to take it slow, but you fear Kuroo may have different plans. He starts nipping at your lips, and tries and tries to swallow you whole. You fight against it, but eventually, as always you give in, almost feeling blissful as you give in.

His arms bruise against your hip as he pulls you onto his lap, your thighs lodging themselves onto his thigh. 

You pull back, "Are you in love with her?"

This time he really laughs, "Like you'd ever let me." 

"I'm not stopping you," you say. Almost offended, but mostly relieved. You're really not stopping him.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what to say, you aren't stopping him. In fact, the last time he called you, freshly broken up with his girlfriend, all because she knew — she knew you were the only one for his fucked up self, and she left. You told him to go back, to apologize, to make things right and he begged to stay, to sink into your arms, and you let him because you could try to hide it all you want but his eyes could convince you to do anything for him if you didn't look away, and that night he held your face in place, and there was nowhere else to look.

"I could never. I would never not love you. Fuck, I'm so in love with you it's driving me insane," he groans, and he means it.

You softly whimper at his confession and slowly melt in his arms, arms going around his shoulders as you hug him flush. He kisses the crevice of your neck, as his hands trace down back to your waist.

He puts a soft pressure that's enough to encourage you to do more. You move against him, softly but with each grind, he puts more force into it, and it has you whimpering into his neck.

"I hated that you started seeing her. I hated that she thinks she has the right to touch you" You moan.

"Yeah, baby? How much?" He groans too, because your moving knee is moving against his crotch.

"So much," you moan, the jealous fury consumes you, and consequently consumes him. You remember how she hung onto him in their latest Instagram picture and you pull your hands in tighter around his shoulders. 

You find solace in the fact that it's deleted. Gone. And the thought of that makes you sick. Somewhere down there, you know you're a terrible person. But also, somewhere down there, you feel like a teenage girl. Like the same teenage girl that met and fell for Tetsurou and all his odd charm, the same teenage girl that just won't let go, and you've long since known what happens to teenage girls in an adult world.

And then you pull back, and his eyes look up, a bit frantic, as his hands soften. He looks into your eyes, seeing if you want to back away, maybe this is the one time the two of you back away from each other.

But you've been here, and you've thought this one too many times to believe it, so you smile and push him back against the bed, with no force at all, but he knows as much to comply.

You don't waste much time, you pull his pants down, along with his underwear as your hands start moving up and down his cock. 

He groans, "Baby, please. Can you—" He's cut off by another groan as his hand comes to hide his face with his forearms.

You stop all at once, and he wants to die. You lean down, one hand still stroking his cock, and the other coming up. You take his hand covering his face and pull it above him, and he looks at your face, and you think you'll never see devotion like this, not from any man, not from any disciple to their God.

You don't hide your smile, it's anything but triumphant, it's sad really. Because you'll never find this anywhere else, not even with him, no matter how much you try and try again. He's not the same as you once were.

You move your hand away, cruelty on your part, as you fiddle with your bra instead as he lies in front of you, helpless as he watches and pleads with his eyes. It almost makes you want to never give in like you should get up instead, take your carefully folded clothes against the chair, and put your clothes on as you tell him to leave before you come back from your cigarette run.

But you don't, instead your bra snaps apart and you give in completely, no turning back after this.

But you didn't look down at him through all this, and somewhere in between your contemplation and fiddling. Kuroo Tetsurou decided that he's had enough of this. He wants—no, he needs more. He's strung up and he's never been more close to bursting through the streams.

And so he reaches for your waist as soon as your bra snaps apart. Your breasts barely get a second to breathe before he's coming up and lifting you off the bed and off of him, depositing you knees-first onto the cold tile of your room. 

You look up, ready to snap at him but you look up and he's standing. His cock hovering right above your face. Hard.

He gives you no warning before he smacks the meat of your cheek with his cock. A few heavy smacks hit your lips. The message is clear now as you part your lips, finally fully completely, and ardently giving into him. 

As your mouth encloses his cock, trying and trying to reach the hilt of his pubes. He realizes he has missed this the most out of all things. He has missed a show of devotion from you, something stronger than a mere Instagram caption. Something as vile as this — you choking on his cock while still looking at him starry-eyed, and for a second he could fool himself into believing it's all okay. Like you love him as you always have, and the worst part is, you think you do, you think it is he who has changed.

He doesn't get to dwell on this, not when you're like this. You may be on the floor, but with you, like this, he feels so much beneath you in the basest way describable. 

You pull away, your eyes teary and your lips swollen. "Come for me," you say, your voice hoarse but still commanding, and who was he to deny your command? So, like a mere disciple, he comes.

He's catching his breath as he looks down, holding his heavy cock in one hand.

His hands come to your lips, knowing you have swallowed. You never do, not until you show him. Your mouth opens up, and he bends and spits into your mouth. 

His hands come to the side of your cheeks as he slaps twice consecutively. And then you swallow.

Seconds pass and the two remain as you are, trying to regain your breath. His hands come to wipe your tears, as his palm comes to caress your cheek and for the first time in 5 years, you softly lean into it. 

Tetsurou thinks he could cry, so he comes down to you, sits face to face, and says, "I love you. So much." 

There are tears, they haven't flown yet but you see it in his eyes and you hate it. You look away, but his hands come to bring your eyes back to him, he starts leaning in for a kiss, slowly this time like you wanted.

He softly nips against your lower lip, with no force this time. Taking his time as he moves his hand across your waist, and through your hair. 

Your hair, though, is tangled and stops his hands in your hair and when he pulls, it pulls your head down with his hand. 

"Fucking — Ouch!" You hit his hand away, as your hand comes to soothe your scalp.

"I'm so sorry, baby." He says, sincerely but then he starts chuckling.

You frown, but can't help but smile when you see the soft dents in his cheeks. You think they're less defined now, back in high school, they were like craters of the moon, hollow enough to hold water, you would tease. Now you think it would spill right out, holding perhaps two drops at most.

"Are you still seeing him?" He says, but he's sheepish and he looks away. He asked you this last time, actually — he threatened you to keep seeing him, as he kept fucking you that night — he told you to see him, that he would never compare. 

Only Tetsurou knows they were empty words, from an empty man. 

"Yeah," you say. But it barely matters to you, or the "him" Tetsurou is so worried about. "He" is your friend before he's your... well, more than friends, less than lovers, whatever you may call that. 

"Didn't take you for one to cheat," Kuroo says before he could stop himself.

"I would never," you say, a sudden surge of anger emerging, fighting against your weariness. "You know I would not," you say.

He does. You think you would break up with the person and go ahead and fuck them far before you would cheat on them. Kuroo thinks you're lovely and cruel like that, but mostly lovely.

You know you would only do that because you hated the burden of one's pain, the guilt of causing that pain. You've seen how it tore your family apart, no matter how much they tried. You groan internally, no point in picking at closed wounds.

"He's not my boyfriend, Kuroo," you say.

"You told me he was," he says, his brows cinching. 

"I never did," you say. He pauses and laughs cynically. Well, you're always careful with what you say and show, aren't you? 

"You never told me he wasn't either," he says.

"Makes no difference," you say.

"Yeah," he agrees. He came here, thinking you had a boyfriend. You let him in, knowing he had broken up with his girlfriend a while ago. You must be a better person, right? 

Looking into your eyes, he can't help but feel the need to disagree. You're kind and you're cruel, all at the same time somehow. But he's no less, so he forgoes the guilt in almost a swift minute, as he pulls you by your legs as lays you down on the cold floor.

You hiss as your back hits the floor. Kuroo's hand sweeps both of yours as he pulls it up above your head.

"Don't see him," he says. "I don't—" he pauses before he sighs. "Don't see him," he can't help but just repeat what he said.

"I'll consider it," you say. 

You won't, you decide at that moment. You'll leave Kuroo and you'll continue fucking your friend, and this will all be over because one day you'll wake up as a brand new person, and you'll find that you have the ability to love someone other than Kuroo Tetsurou.

You think he sees right through all of this as he starts removing your underwear, which soon after, joins his pile of clothes lying idle on the floor.

His hands cup your cunt, and his middle finger toying with your sore clit. You hiss, and he notices. He hasn't fucked you since he last saw you 2 months ago, so he knows. He knows. He thinks back to the clothes of men he saw, the ones you were folding away as you had just finished drying them when he arrived. You insisted that you will finish folding and placing them first. Not wanting to delay fucking you any further, he complied. Maybe he was too lost in his desire to get you like this, eyes half-lidded with tiredness and desire, but he missed the slew of clothing items that seemed like they belonged to a man.

The shift in his eyes with the newfound presence of iciness in his eyes starts getting to you, as you shrivel in, and start moving as his continued pressure builds.

You try to go quiet, without the support of your hands, as you notice you're the only one making noise. He's just looking at you, not a single word coming from his mouth. 

His fingers slip in, and he pumps in and out as you struggle more and more to keep quiet, and somewhere in between you give up. Moaning loud enough to know you might get a frustrating call from your neighbor.

He doesn't let you come though, and you don't know if this is comeuppance for not making him come before, or if this is frustration with your friend who's been getting the privilege to fuck you into your mattress all the while Tetsurou continued to drown himself in alcohol. 

He stops his ministrations, moving back, facing your open legs on his knees. He pulls your leg apart, lining his cock with your hole, Kuroo let out a breath as he slowly pushes himself in. 

It's not a tough fit, what with you already dripping all over yourself for him. 

Those first few seconds always felt so fucking good, blowing his mind each time, and before you could even take the warning, he dragged his cock almost fully out of you and then pushed back in, quickly and harshly. 

After a few quick and intense thrusts, he picked up a brutal pace, forcing her to take him as deep as possible each time, and each time he moved out and back in, you moaned louder, tears dripping out of your eyes as he watched you in your basest form. He thinks he's never loved you more, knowing he couldn't be more wrong.

“Was he as good as me, baby?” Kuroo growls, to cover up the fact that it's a plea. He needs to know. It would kill him if he doesn't hear it from you, he thinks.

He continues fucking into you so harshly that you kept scooting further up the floor. “Tell me, baby. Please."

You look into his eyes, and worry when you see your watery eyes, match his own.

"No one," you moan. "No one is as good as you." 

He thinks he can finally breathe now. "Good girl," he says, a soft smile on his face, his pace slows down as he bends down to kiss your forehead.

You can't help but smile, just a little.

He comes back up and picks up his pace. He thinks that he could do anything to you right now, and you would accept it like the good girl you were. 

His girl, he can't help but think wistfully.

He bends down again and starts kissing you, softly and harshly all at once, before he comes into you.

You don't let him go, even when he's done, and lying next to you on the cold floor. His eyes flit to the discarded clothes. He doesn't want to, but he thinks he should reach for them. See how you would react, and think of what happens from there but as he moves he finds his hand held softly in your grip. He could get out of it, and you know that. 

He grips your hand. He understands. 

#art by Alexei Antonov #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsuro drabble #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x reader #tw spit #tw substance abuse #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader angst #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader smut #tetsuro kuroo oneshot #haikyuu oneshot #haikyu oneshots #kuroo x reader smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsurou x reader smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x reader smut #haikyuu x reader imagines

[lizzxoxo]

WE NEED MORE ATJ FANFICS YALL😭 I LITERALLY KEEP SEARCHING EVERYWHERE,HERE,AO3,WATTPAD,I CANT FIND ANYTHING JUST SOME OLD FICS THAT IVE ALREADY READ LIKE 100 TIMEEEES😭😭

#tangerine x reader #dave lizewski x reader #sergei kravinoff x reader #alexei vronsky x reader #dave lizewski smut #kraven x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #kickass x reader #atj x reader #alexei vronsky x y/n #Aarontaylorjohnson #aaron johnson #tangerine bullet train

[jzzminex]

he’s so pretty

#aaron taylor johnson smut #alexei vronsky #anna karenina #creaming #he’s so bbg #he’s so Lana

[umnitsa]

I am not sober right now, so indulge me...

Headcanons for kink: Alexei Shostakov (Black Widow), Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), Santa (Violent Night)

Alexei

He isn't the most sophisticated partner. XD But he is eager and curious, and he will try anything you bring to him. He doesn't really like using rope or other restraints, because he is fully capable of restraining you with his massive body. He will spank you but will giggle like a schoolgirl through the whole process, from sheer giddiness. He will shift to a fully serious, hair-pulling growling dom if you disrespect him though (isn't that the game?)

He loves the idea of roleplaying, but he is so cheesy doing it you WILL feel you're in a 70's porno. It is hot and fun in its own way.

He's mostly a soft dom who loves the idea of using you for his fun. And his fun is making you come again and again. It makes him feel powerful.

He really, really wants to please. So if you praise him, he will be a babbling mess and will become putty in your hands. Use it well, it's the only way you're gonna ride him because he loves restraining you with his body. He doesn't really understand daddy kink, but it's ok if you call him daddy. He does have a size kink, with everyone being smaller than him, but I bet he would pop a boner if you were his own size or bigger (it would be a delightful surprise for him).

Hopper

I can see Big Jim as vanilla as it comes. Mostly because he thinks most things are distractions. He just wants to devour you.

Ok, not so vanilla, he really really likes to spank you.

Well, he also loves manhandling you.

And he loves you on your knees, looking at him with big eyes.

But that is just him! If you bring him the idea of domination and submission, he won't understand how it relates to him. He's absolutely oblivious.

Big Jim has basically two modes. Classic!dom, who will spank you, growl orders, fuck you hard, pull your hair, make you beg for an orgasm. And Service!dom, who will cover you in soft praise, eat you up and finger you for hours, who will suck on your nipples as he rubs your clit gently, make you beg for him to stop and just fuck you already, you're so overstimulated.

Even when you take charge, he has this look of control over things, he smiles at you as if he's indulging you in good nature. He thought it was very cute when you handcuffed him that time.

Calling him daddy is a no-no. He's a bit sensitive. But if you call him sir, or chief in a sexual way... You'll get a raise.

Santa

That is a dirty old man as I have ever seen one. That man is kinky as fuck and nothing you say can make me think differently. He's very respectable, a good man, but he will pop a boner if you call him Father Christmas in a sexual way. He has a daddy kink and it's a severe one.

He is a flirty menace and will talk you into an orgasm. He is incredibly vocal, grunts, moans, and dirty talking. Sweet praise and playful degradation so you don't forget how naughty you really are. He will make you admit to every desire, to admit that you love what he does to you, out loud.

Oh, and he is there to realize all your fantasies, the best he can. If you want it, he will try it at least once. He will judge you? Yes. He will probably mock you playfully a little bit. In a dirty way. The dirtiest. Just so you don't forget you're naughty.

You will be tied up in red ribbons, some day.

He loves when you decide to please him. Santa loves to rest against the pillows and just watch you play with his body. Between grunts and soft moans, he will praise you, his hands gently petting and squeezing you in turns.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #mayb writes #maybheadcanons #violent night smut #fem!reader x santa harbour #santa smut #santa x reader #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #hopper smut #jim hopper x fem!reader #chief jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #stranger things smut

[pretty-little-mind33]

Love Story

Count Alexei Vronsky x wife!reader

Summary: When you start feeling insecure, your husband reminds you just how much he loves you.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), kissing, praising, passionate/sensual sex, kinda cock-warming, breeding kink, they already have a daughter, porn basically no plot for this one <3

Under the Moscow snow, the shine of Count Alexei Vronksy's blue eyes matching his army uniform is always eagerly anticipated by the women, and men, in the station.

Of course, The Count's reputation is widely known around Russia. He is a player. A womanizer. A handsome gentleman who could have an lady he possibly desired.

You had believed those rumors once and sometimes, even as you lay in bed with him now, that dainty, sparkling, promise sitting pretty on your bedside table, you wonder if there's still some truth in them.    

It feels unfair to think that way now. Alexei is your husband. He'd married you, and not by force or by convenience, but because he's madly in love with you.

Since the moment you met him, he had never stopped showing you how much he loved you—so why couldn't you fully believe him?  

"Alexei?" you whisper into the darkness of the room, turning onto your stomach and gently running the ends of your fingers on his chest until he stirs. You smile when he nuzzles into you in his half-asleep state and mumbles incoherent words into your hair.

"Honey," you say a little louder and lean down to kiss him behind his ear, moving his blond hair to the side. Once he feels your lips on his skin, he opens his eyes and automatically tilts his head to capture your lips in his.

Alexei kisses you and then sits up, running a hand in his curls. "What is it, my dove?" he asks gently, his voice thick and hoarse from being asleep.

"Why did you marry me?" 

It sounds like an even stupider question said aloud than when you had said it in your head. Alexei must find it stupid too because he laughs, his eyes flittering. "Because I love you, принцесса (princess)."

"Yes, I understand, but why?"

"Why?" Alexei is fully awake now and his hand has found a way into your hair as he gently massages your scalp, trying desperately to soothe whatever worries you have out of your head. 

"Why do you love me? What do you love about me?” It feels selfish to ask this, very egotistical in some way, but you yearn to know the answer, "Why have me when you can have anyone you wish?"

Your husband grins, "Anyone? You think so highly of me."

"It is because it is true,"

"Well, I don't want just anyone," he hums and you feel his hand slide down to caress your cheek and pull your head up so that you can see him in the dim light of the moon from your bedroom window, "I want you." 

You open your mouth to ask why again but Alexei kisses you. He mumbles into your mouth once he catches his breath and says, "God, I adore your lips. I love how they're always so soft and eager for me.”

Your cheeks burn and you muffle a moan.

Alexei's hand slides down your neck and your body, his fingers trailing between your breasts and down your stomach. You're wearing his favorite silky nightgown—easy access—he likes to tease and when you remember this, you become flustered all over again.  

In one motion, your husband is on top of you, his weight resting on his forearm as he looks at you with sleepy eyes and kisses your forehead.

"I love this, and this," he kisses your cheekbone, and then your nose, followed by the corner of your eye, "and this and this," he continues as you giggle and squirm. 

Alexei lifts himself and smiles at you fondly, "May I?” he teases again, sliding his hand down the curves of your sides and thighs, until he plays with the hem of your nightgown. You look up at him, eyes wide and glassy—the portrait of femininity and innocence.

You nod and his hand slips under, finding what he's looking for. He smiles and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, kissing your cheek. 

"I love all of you, my dove. Including this pretty pussy," Alexei smirks triumphantly as his fingers start exploring your folds. You're already aroused and you squeeze your legs around his hand as if to hide that admission of guilt. Your husband just smiles and opens your thighs again.

"No, my lovely, I want to see you," he murmurs and moves to hook his arm under your thighs as he shifts further down the bed and his breath is warm on your skin. You shiver, your breathing becoming harsh as you squeeze the sheets in your hands and try calming your harsh breathing. 

"Муж (husband)!" you gasp, arching as you feel his lips on your sensitive skin. 

Alexi smirks and kisses your pussy again, his hands tightening on your thigh. "Жена (wife)," he smirks and licks up your folds. "I want to worship you like you deserve," he smiles and continues to use his tongue.

He takes his time, making sure you're open and dripping for him as he licks your juices until his mustache is slick with your arousal. Alexi looks up, his hair falling in front of your eyes as he sends you a devilish smirk and licks his lips before he dives in again, eating you out like a starved man.  

You whimper and moan the entire time, feeling weak as you're so close to breaking. Your hands find your husband's hair, tugging gently as your back arches away from the mattress and you let out broken whimpers. The moonlight shines on Alexei's bare back as he continues to suck and licks with fervor. 

"I'm close," you whimper.

This causes Alexei to shake his head and he sits up. Your eyelids flutter and you whine at the loss of contact until you feel an all-too-familiar sensation and you gasp.

He's pressing himself into you and your eyes snap open to watch him as he does so. "I want you to finish when I'm inside you, my love. I want to fill you up with my seed. You're gonna give me more pretty children, aren't you, принцесса (princess)?" 

You nod, holding him close as you feel him inside you. You rock your body in time with his, fucking him passionately as he holds you and his lips press to your ear. "You feel delightful, my lovely. Such a good little wife for me. You're all I want," he mumbles, his breathing heavy and harsh as he snaps his hips into yours. 

  Alexei nips at your skin, smiling as he moans, "You look so pretty carrying my child. So claimed. Claimed as mine. My woman," he chuckles and thrusts into you harder, earning small whimpers of pleasure from you, "Gonna give Klara a sibling, hmm? Gonna make our little angel a big sister for me, won't you? Make me proud? Show everyone how well you carry my child?"  

"Yes," you whisper breathlessly and that's all it takes for Alexei to finish inside you with a growl, causing your own pleasure to crash over you in waves as you hold him closer. You're both panting as he collapses onto you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as his cock twitches inside you a little. 

"I love you," he kisses your cheek, his hair tickling your skin, "Please, never doubt how much I love you, my love. You understand me?" His hand caresses your cheek and you hum, too exhausted to even think of arguing with him. You feel like you're in heaven. Alexei takes your silence as an understanding and looks at you as he kisses your lips. 

"Go back to sleep now, lovely. It's still early," he says as it is still dark outside.

"Alexei," you murmur, squirming a little when he stays inside you but he holds your hips down so you're still. 

"Just a little longer, dove, I want to make sure it works," he chuckles and makes a few slow thrusts just to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

You whine at the feeling, your pussy already sore from his size and your previous orgasm. Still, you turn your head and nuzzle into the pillows as exhaustion takes over and your husband's warmth spreads across your skin. His sweet voice lulls you to sleep with praises and his lips kiss your neck.

"You're my happiness," he whispers with a smile.

#count alexei vronsky x reader #count vronsky x reader #count alexei vronsky #alexei vronsky fluff #alexei vronsky x you #alexei vronsky x reader #alexei vronsky #alexei vronsky smut #count alexei vronsky smut #aaron taylor johnson fic #aaron taylor johnson fanfiction #aaron taylor johnson #anna karenina 2012 #anna karenina #count alexei vronsky x y/n #count vronsky x fem!reader #count vronsky smut #alexei vronsky x fem!reader #count vronsky

[tangerinesgf]

I feel like I speak for all of us ATJ stans when I say we need more Alexei Vronsky x reader fanfic

#alexei vronsky #aaron taylor johnson #vronsky x reader #alexei vronsky x reader #aaron taylor johnson smut #tangerine bullet train

[loonfull-sonnetzz]

when the Vronsky fic is already 1k long and I haven't even finished 😭

Anyways here's a snippet from my rough draft, hopefully it'll be finished this weekend!!

#Yeah did I forget this was supposed to be period comfort?? #I first started writing this fic like three weeks ago help #hhhh indulgence #embrace cringe be free #ALSO THIS IS ONLY COMFORT NO SMUT #I hope this snippet doesn't accidentally allude to that lmao #okay tags #rambling #my writing #Aaron Taylor johnson #Alexei vronsky #Anna karenina #Alexei vronsky x reader #reader insert #wip #work in progress #wip fic

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Seeing Red (Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x f!reader)

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI

Words: 1.5k, also posted on AO3

Summary: A late night visit from Alexei makes your emotions (and hormones) run wild

Warnings: SMUT (and some fluff), unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), somewhat established relationship

A/N: I had some wild thoughts after watching Black Widow and wanted to write this. I couldn't find a lot of Alexei smut, hopefully I did his character justice.

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You had just gotten home from a long, terrible day at work. You were getting ready to take a shower and relax when you heard a knock at the front door. Who in the world would be here this late you thought to yourself as you made your way to look out the peephole. When you saw the man on the other side of the door, you temporarily forgot how to breathe. 

  Alexei Shostakov. You hadn’t seen him in almost a year. Honestly, you hadn’t even known if he was still alive. He wasn’t exactly the best at keeping in touch. Your relationship could only be described as complicated, to say the least. You never knew what to think. Were you friends, fuck buddies, or something more? He would drop by when he was in town, you had fun together, then he was gone. No matter how hard you tried not to, you had developed feelings for him. Sometimes late at night when you were alone and deep inside your own head you thought you might love him. Wasn’t that ridiculous though? It would never work, not with the kind of chaotic life he led. You craved routine and stability, things he could never give you. That didn’t stop you from missing him, from touching yourself to thoughts of his large body pounding into yours, giving you ecstasy like no other man ever had. 

  “Hello my pet,” he said with a small wave. You opened the door quickly, pulling him inside. “Alexei, get the hell in the house before someone sees you!” you tell him. The last you knew, he was a wanted man, having been broken out of prison by Natasha and Yelena. “Okay, okay,” he said, closing the door with a boom. You step back to get a good look at him. “What in the world is going on?” you asked. “I haven’t even heard from you in a year,” you said, punching him on the arm. He chuckled. “I need to lay low for a day or two, and I wanted to see my favorite girl,” he replied, his accent thick. He knew exactly how you felt about that accent and he loved to use it to drive you wild. 

  This man you thought, shaking your head at him. He knew you wouldn’t refuse him, especially if it meant that you would get to spend time in bed with him, which was where you always ended up. You felt your anger subsiding, all the stress of wondering if he was okay leaving you in a rush. There wasn’t time for that now, you thought. You hugged him, his large torso wrapping around you. His sheer size always made you feel safe. You met his eyes, and you could feel the tears welling up. “Don’t be sad, my love. I’m fine,” he told you, and he reached down to kiss you. It started out gently and sweetly. It wasn’t long, though, before it turned into something else. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sighed with delight. “Ah, darling,” he groaned when you pulled apart. “I have missed you terribly.” 

  You trembled at his words, your body tingling in anticipation of what you knew was coming. You pulled him toward your bedroom. You stopped just inside the doorway to your room, shoving him against the wall. “Are we playing rough this time?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. You laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. You drew in a breath at the sight of him. He had added a few tattoos since the last time you had seen him. He knew how sexy you found all the artwork adorning his body. Your fingers traced over the lines of the newly added designs, your heart stopping when you saw the one on the left side of his chest. Your name, right over his heart. 

  “Alexei!” you gasped, unable to hide your surprise and delight. “This way, no matter how long we are apart, you are always with me,” he replied with a blazing smile. You threw your arms around him, kissing him passionately. Unable to wait any longer, you reached down to unzip his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. The sight of him practically naked made your insides clench, and you could feel the slickness in your panties already. He always had that effect on you. He knew it, too. 

  “This seems a little one sided, no?” he asked, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. Your shorts soon followed, and he led you back against the bed, pushing you down onto it. “Let me make up for lost time,” he told you. His mouth found yours again, and this time he didn’t take it easy. He kissed you like a starved man, like you were the best thing he had ever encountered. His mouth moved down your body, his tongue marking a trail to your breasts. He ripped your bra off of you and began alternating between licking and biting your nipples. You arched your back, groaning in pleasure. He moved lower, working his mouth down your stomach toward your center. The feeling of his beard on your skin as he began kissing his way up the insides of your thighs made you wet with anticipation. He reached up and grabbed the waistband of your panties with his teeth and began dragging them off your body. You bucked your cunt toward his face, and he laughed. “Patience, little one,” he said, tossing your underwear behind him. You thought your body would explode. 

  “Alexei, please!” you yelled, and your eyes rolled back in your head when he took his thick tongue and began licking stripes up your aching pussy, his mouth settling on your clit and sucking relentlessly. He knew by now exactly how to work your body, how you needed and wanted to be touched. You yelled his name, and he growled in response, the sound vibrating against your core. It was enough to snap the tension that had been quickly building inside you, sending your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your legs tightened around him as you rode out your high. “That’s my girl,” he said, leaning back with a cocky smile, his beard glistening. 

  You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him. You reached over and pulled his boxers off, seeing him in all his glory. His eager dick sprang out, and you leaned over, excited to please him. You had to pace yourself, his penis size matched the rest of his large body, and it was all you could do to take him. His hand rested gently on the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair, and he groaned with pleasure as you licked your way up and down his shaft. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth. Honestly you enjoyed it as much as he did. The salty taste of him drove you wild, and you increased your speed. Before long, he pushed you back against the bed and lowered himself over you. Just the sight of him, his broad tattoo-covered torso balanced over you, made you wet all over again. 

  He lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly. You felt the delicious stretch as your body adjusted to him, relishing the feeling of him. He pushed into you as far as he could and gave you a second before he got going. You grunted impatiently against him, and he took that as permission to let go. He drove himself into you greedily, hungrily, and he felt so deep inside it was like he was practically in your stomach. Sweat dripped down his chest and landed on yours. He was gripping the headboard so tightly you were surprised he hadn’t broken it by now. He kept up an unrelenting pace, and your body was on fire. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, and you ran your nails down Alexei’s back. He could feel your walls clenching around him and knew you were almost there . He reached his hand down and began circling your clit with his thumb to help push you over the edge. You began to see stars, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you shattered around him. He followed soon behind you, filling you up as only he could. 

He collapsed beside you, both of you completely spent. You reached over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, curling up against him and resting your head on his chest. “Alexei?” you say eventually, deciding to just get this over with. “Yes, my pet?” he replied. “I love you. I just wanted you to know,” you blurt out quickly. You kept your head buried against him, afraid to see his reaction. He reached over and lifted your chin so that you had to look at him. “I love you too красивый,” (beautiful) he replied. You felt like a giant weight had been lifted from you. Even if it was just for tonight, he was there and he was yours. 

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Challenge - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

"Well..." Bucky clears his throat. "This is awkward."

"It's not awkward."

"Really? Well for starters there's not much leg room?"

"Not my fault you are so fucking tall."

"Me? I thought your ego was taking up the space."

Yelena glares at him. Bucky faced her with a smirk on his lips.

The mission was simple go in, gather intel and later regroup with the others and plan their next steps. Yelena wanted to ride this mission solo but Barnes decided to tag along insisting she needs back up. The White Widow protested tried everything she could to get out of this but unfortunately the others all thought it was a good idea. Yelena even turned to Alexei silently pleading for him to step in but instead he nodded and agreed that it is a good idea.

This happened to be the one time where Yelena hoped Alexei would develop some sort of fatherly instincts and go into a crazy fit at the thought of his baby girl being alone with a guy and not just any guy but the fucking Winter Soldier but no Alexei was all for it.

Well screw him.

As soon as they stepped off the helicopter Yelena told Barnes to stay out of her away she wasn't in the mood for social chit out and she most certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with him. Yelena didn't hate Bucky he was more of a pain in the ass than anything they always argued, always competed against each other, and that smirk that damm smirk he kept giving her irritated the Hell out of her.

He is giving her that annoying smirk now as they are pressed against each other in a closet. His back is up against the wall with her leaning into his chest. She tried to wriggle and find other positions but everywhere she went she found herself face first into his chest.

Fuck!

He had the nerve to say this is awkward?

It's worse for her!

Yelena wasn't going to blush or be embarrassed no way not in front of him. She would happily give him a good kick if there wasn't people outside.

Yelena couldn't understand how this happened. Valentina said Helge and his men would be out at a meeting and they won't suppose to be back until the evening so why the Hell have they come back early? She knew needed to contact the others but she feared she would raise suspicion and increase their chances of getting caught.

Yelena shifts and tries to lower herself to the ground but she ends up smacking into his crotch.

Argh!

Just what she needed.

"You can't get enough of me." Bucky smirked down at her.

"Shut up." She whispered. "If those assholes won't outside you would have no dick by now."

"Thinking about how you will handle my dick is kind of a turn on."

Yelena goes back up. She is back against his chest again but at least that's better than his crotch.

"I suggest you sleep with your eye open tonight." She warned.

"Is that your way of a invitation Belova?"

"In your dreams Barnes."

"Would be the most pleasant dream I ever had."

Yelena grits her teeth. This guy does not know when to shut up.

"I knew I should have gone in alone."

"And get yourself killed in the process?" His voice turned serious.

"I can handle myself I don't need a knight in shining armor to save me."

"You got to let us help you Yelena."

She looks up at him and let's out a scoff.

"You mean you want to help me?"

"We're a team yes?"

"Unfortunately."

He sighs.

"Look I get that you hate me..."

"Never said that."

"So you don't hate me?"

"Never said that either."

"You never give me a straight answer."

"Thought you loved riddles."

"Depends on the type." He is looking down at her again. "I do like a challenge the ones where you have to remove it layer by layer."

She raises an eyebrow at that.

"That so?"

"They are fascinating, fun to explore."

"You are a patient one I prefer to go straight for the kill." She nodded.

"Why the rush?"

"Saves the time."

"True but it also kills the enjoyment. The build up, the suspense as you drawing close towards the answer." His eyes skim her up and down. "When you finally get what you want, it is a achievement, all that effort has truly paid off."

Yelena taps his chest and shakes her head.

"Sometimes the big reveal can be disappointing all that build up for nothing."

"I only search when I know it will be worth it."

"How do you know it will be worth it?"

"I just...I just know." He exhaled. His hot breath hits her face.

Yelena did her best to keep her face blank. Judging by the small tug of his lips she knew she is blushing. Damm it she is blushing.

Yelena turns away and looks through the gap. Helge's second in command Boris dismisses the meeting and orders everyone to leave. Moments later Boris grabs his coat and leaves with the others.

Good.

Yelena knew they could leave but for some reason she found herself still in the closet with him. He hasn't attempted to move either.

"Well?" She asked with a huff.

He motions with his hand.

"Ladies first."

She laughs at that causing him to frown.

"Manners will not get you far White Wolf." She slaps him on the arm and steps out of the closet.

"I disagree." Barnes tilts his head. "Got a good view out of it."

The scowl is back on her face again. He chuckles and steps out.

"So where shall we start?" He asked changing the subject.

Yelena ignores him and begins looking through the drawers.

"Quit looking at my ass." She warned him as she shoved the papers out of the way.

He responds with another chuckle.

Minutes later Yelena finds a booklet and picks it up.

"Hey check this out." She turns and finds herself back against his chest.

Yelena growled under her breath.

"Do you mind?"

"You just can't help yourself." He grinned. She glares at him. "What am I looking at?"

She shrugs it off and shoves the booklet in his hands.

"Here might be a lead."

Bucky takes the booklet. He leans against the desk and starts to read it. Yelena's eyes linger on his arms. His prosthetic hand trails along his chin as he studies the writing. His eyes are deep in thought. The White Widow snapped out of her trance when his eyes shift on to hers.

"Looks legit." He then nods. "Good job."

"And I didn't even need you." She waves him off. "I was fine like I said I would."

"You look hot to me."

She gulped at that.

"You look like you need some air?" He added.

"Right? Yeah course. It is quite warm in here."

"Really?" He frowns. "Thought the opposite."

"Cold?"

"Very."

He places his prosthetic hand on her arm to make a point. Yelena shivered at the contact but she didn't pull away instead she looks up at him. His eyes meet hers. Yelena swallows and her mind is screaming at her to back off.

Yelena takes several steps forward.

He waits for her.

She cranes her neck up to look at him. He looks down at her.

Waiting.

Her mind continued to scream no.

He gives her a knowing look.

She presses herself against him.

Still screaming no.

He raises an eyebrow.

She tilts her head.

"Don't make me fucking regret this."

"You won't." He said with such confidence Yelena actually believed him.

That did it.

She shuts her mind down and let's the natural instincts kick in.

Then she locks her lips with his.

He kisses her back.

Yelena wraps her arms around him and pulls him in. Bucky growls and holds on to her tight. The pent up emotions all came flooding out, their desire for each other overrode everything else.

Seconds later they both pull away and gasp for air. Bucky scoops her up by the waist and lies her down on her back on the desk.

No going back now. She thought as he climbs on top of her.

Yelena removes her zip and allows him to pull her suit down. Once that is done Bucky removes his belt and lowers his trousers.

Yelena wanted all of him. She grabs on to his jacket and tugs at it wanting it off. Bucky smirks at that.

"Eager I see?"

"I can easily change my mind Barnes."

"And resist me?" Bucky places his hand on his heart. "That's not happening."

"I'm not like other girls." She presses her boot against his boxers. "You could still walk out of here without your manhood."

"Like to see you try." He challenged her.

She smirks. Her heel digs into him.

"Shouldn't challenge me White Wolf."

"Whatever you say White Widow."

It wasn't long before he started kissing her again. Hot and fierce. She responded with a moan. He pushes his tongue in and rolls it along with hers. Suddenly he pulls away and flips the White Widow on her stomach. Yelena gasps in surprise.

"Assh..." She is cut off as he kisses her neck.

"Hmm." He hummed. His hands move to her ass. He gives her a cheeky slap on the ass causing another gasp to come from her.

"You were saying?" He grinned in her ear.

"You are enjoying this." She replied.

"I did say the wait will be worth it."

"Sorry to disappoint but there's no prize."

His hand goes to her breast.

"Sure about that?"

He squeezed her nipple causing her to moan. She now understood about those rumors of Sergeant Barnes being a womaniser back in the day. He continued to tease her and smothered her with kisses. Yelena tried to stop herself from smiling but she couldn't help it.

"She smiles." He pretends to gasp.

She tried to hide it but he shakes his head.

"It suits you. Its a lovely smile."

There was no teasing he is serious she can tell. That compliment caused her smile to widen.

Yelena then felt the tip of cock pressed against her. He leans forward and brushes the hair away from her face.

"You okay with this?" He asked.

Womaniser but respectful? Hmm?

"I am." She nods to him. She turns her head and smirks at him. "But are you?"

A sharp intake of breath comes from him when her fingers brush against his cock.

"Hard already?" Yelena scoffed. "Has your previous affairs ever got a reaction this quick out of you? Should I feel honored?"

Bucky said nothing.

Yelena then feels his hand circling her entrance.

"Wet already?" He said with amusement. "Has your previous affairs ever got a reaction this quick out of you? Should I feel honored?" He repeated his words back at her.

She inwardly groaned.

Damm.

"I have never met someone like you." Bucky then said. "So feisty so challenging. Did I say I like a challenge?"

"You did. I like challenges too I'm also a gamer."

"Really?"

"Hmm and if you don't get inside me right now I'll set the alarm and ensure Helge's guys find you butt-naked in their office. What a sight that would be."

"Someone doesn't play nice."

"Who said anything about the game being fair." She gives him a devilish smirk. "Now come on soldier boy buckle up."

She pushed her ass against him. He might be on top but she is damm well giving out the orders here.

"As you wish Miss Belova."

Yelena suddenly gasps as she feels him go inside her. Before she could process what is going on Barnes then starts to pound into her.

He went straight into it fast and aggressive releasing all that energy on to her. Yelena cursed in Russian. Barnes pushes into her with full force his cock slides deep inside her. Yelena grips the edge of the desk as he continued to rock her.

"Usually I like to take my time." Bucky leans forward. "But we are on a time limit so..." He kisses her cheek and pulls at her earlobe. Yelena moans with pleasure. She nudges her head and brushes against his growth. "Hmm." Bucky smiled.

Yelena turns and bites his lip. He groans. Yelena raises her leg and strokes his thigh. She pushes her tongue in his mouth and kisses him until it makes them both dazed.

"Yelena." He mumbled into the kiss. "Yelena." He repeated her name sounding more urgent. His need for her consumed him.

Bucky eventually pulls away and this earned another hard thrust from him. Yelena's legs drop and she is back flat on her stomach again completely at his mercy.

He laughs and grasps her ass. He slowly pulls himself out of her then quickly slams back into her again.

"Eбать!" (Fuck) She again cursed in Russian. "James!"

Another thrust.

"Oh my God!" She squealed.

He chuckles.

She covers her mouth with her hand not wanting to give him any more satisfaction but Bucky removes her hand and shakes his head.

"Don't stop." He said his voice becoming breathless. "I like it. The sounds you are making it is...It is so fucking hot and so..." His voice lowers. "Cексуальный." (Sexy)

She held her breath as the words travel into her ear. Hearing Barnes complimenting her in Russian made her suddenly weak to her knees.

Damm him for making her like this.

He is next to her grinning again.

"Bastard." She said but it came out weak and needy. This only made her groan.

His grin widens.

Eventually Yelena started to feel the fire forming at the bottom of her belly. She is close but she wasn't going to beg no way not to him so she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to hold on as much as she can.

"Yel." Yelena can feel Bucky trembling as he spoke. "I need to..."

Oh yes finally! She thought.

If she is being honest she couldn't hold on much longer.

"Fire away White Wolf." She tried to joke but with the burning feeling inside her the joke ended up coming out quite desperate and oh God did that sound like a beg?

Argh!

Bucky increases his hold on her. His strong arms wraps around her. Yelena feels the heat from the flesh and the cold from the metal. She found it disorienting and it ended up driving her over the edge.

Yelena bites down on her lip and stops the scream that threatened to form in case anyone heard. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she let it all out.

Barnes buried himself in the crook of her neck and grits his teeth as he too rode his orgasm out. Minutes later Bucky loosens his hold on her and they both lay on top of the desk panting and trying to catch their breath.

"Damm." Bucky managed to spit out. He takes another deep breath and shakes his head. "That was something."

Yelena does a small nod.

Something they can both agree on for once.

As Yelena gets dressed she turns to the White Wolf and says.

"We never speak of this again what we did does not leave this room understand?"

Bucky nods his face serious.

"I understand."

She throws her backpack on.

"Your dick has survived for now."

"For now?" He raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you saying there will be a next time Miss Belova?"

"I never said that."

He smiles and looks down as he puts his boots on.

"Whatever you say doll."

She glares at him.

"Don't call me that."

He gives her an innocent look.

"Okay."

Yelena rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

"Come on let's get out of here." She said moments later.

...............

"Oh my God am I seeing things or is Barnes actually smiling?"

John Walker greeted the duo with a big grin on his face.

"Walker." Bucky said formally.

"Hey!" Yelena nods to the other Super Soldier. "We bring gifts."

"Great." Walker nods. "The others are next door."

Yelena again nods. She gives Bucky a small smile then goes and joins the others. Walker's attention turns back to Barnes again. He raises an amused eyebrow.

"What's got you in a good mood Barnes?"

"It's certainly not you." Bucky responded sarcastically. He then turns away and follows the White Widow

Walker places his hand on his chest and pretends to look offended.

"Ouch."

"I knew you would make it." Alexei greeted Yelena with a hug. "Well done soldier." He slaps Barnes on the back.

Bucky forced a smile followed by a nod.

"What did you find out?" Ava asked.

Antonia raises her head and waits patiently for the meeting to begin.

"Yes." Walker enters the room with his hands clasped. That shit-eating grin remained on his face. "What did you two love birds find out?"

Bucky coughs at that.

"Sorry did I say something wrong?" Walker gives a knowing look followed by a smirk.

Yelena felt the blush creeping back again.

Walker folds his arms and let out a "Oooh."

"Let's stick to the plan U.S Agent." Ghost glares at him.

"Yes let's do that." Yelena slams the papers down and begins explaining what her and Barnes have found.

Walker kept his eyes on Barnes.

Bucky is trying everything he can not to look at her ass.

It is very hard not to when her suit is so freaking tight.

Bucky grits his teeth and tucks his head into his folded arms.

Walker grins.

Alexei is oblivious.

When Yelena is done Walker is the first to speak up.

"Fascinating."

He wasn't referring to their discovery.

Bucky wanted to punch him.

"You guys should do more missions together." Walker nods. "You make a good team...Quite a pair."

Another blush went across Yelena's face. Ava seemed to caught on what is going on. She lowers her head and smiles to herself.

Taskmaster continued staring blankly.

Alexei nods along agreeing with the U.S Agent.

"Absolutely."

The bastard is still oblivious.

"I swear to God." Yelena groaned out loud.

"Shut up Walker." Bucky growled.

"I could always be third wheel." Walker offered.

"No!"

"You prefer privacy got it." Walker winked.

"I would prefer to throw you out of the window." Bucky glared.

"I would happily help you do that." Yelena chimed in.

"Okay." Walker raises his arms in surrender. "Look I'm happy for you both I'm serious I'm glad the mission went well." He smiles. "Congratulations I say."

Both respond with an eye roll.

"Anyone want some food? I'm starving." Walker changed the subject. The mischief glint remained in his eyes.

"Count me in." Alexei nods. "Hey Barnes." He puts his arm around the White Wolf. "Did I ever tell you the time when I..."

Bucky tuned the Red Guardian out as the big man led him out of the room. Barnes looks helplessly at Yelena. Yelena gives him a stern look followed by a subtle gesture to his balls.

Right manhood at risk here.

Or was it an invitation?

That woman never gives a straight answer.

Bucky smiles to himself. He is okay with that.

He loves a challenge after all.

The End

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It was this gnawing feeling, this feeling of dread, sorrow, a pain in his gut he couldn't shake. Watching you go as he leaned against the window frame, he knew where you were going. He knew, he just had this gut feeling that he couldn't quite shake. It ate at his heart, it ate at his brain, it was like these cogs and wheels working, but not in a way of rationality. His thoughts were completely irrational. Looking out that window as your carriage vanished into the thick fog of the dawn, he felt so lost, so angry. He wasn't happy, and not happy may be quite an understatement.

Placing a hand-rolled cigarette between his lips he grabbed a match from the fireplace and lit it. The smoke bellowed above, tossing the match into the fire he turned to see his mother sitting at the table.

"She does not have love for you anymore, Alexei." She stated. Her tone appeared caring, honest, maybe even having pity, but it was just because she didn't like you.

"She must love me. That is my wife, she must." He stated he didn't seem demanding about it, he seemed sad, heartbroken even.

"But she does not. She will never love you as she loves him. What married woman is happy with her husband? She has grown bored of you. Had she not she would not go to him as she does." She points out.

His heart, if it was a glass a cat had pushed off the counter it would have shattered. He only hoped that you were as enraptured by him as he was about you. He looked up at the wall, the painting of you seemed to be watching. He closed his stormy blue eyes and looked back at his mother.

"She does love me. I know it to be true. You speak lies, like a snake in the garden." He snapped and walked to the table and had taken a sip from the slightly sweetened tea he had poured only moments before your leaving. Sitting there he tapped his smoke against a small crystal ashtray and his mind became overrun, thinking of everything his mother had stated. Thinking of those possibilities. What were you doing? Were you spreading your legs for him? Was he satisfying you? Were you unhappy with him? Did you not love him? Did you grow bored of him? He rubbed his lip a moment as he took another drag before looking at his mother.

"When she comes home, I will settle this." He stated. Taking the cup and his almost-gone smoke and had vanished to the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed after putting the cup on the bedside table and looks over your side of the bed. It was too much, these feelings he had, it was like they were just bubbling up, ready to overflow and put out the fire that kept the pot lit. Feeling the stinging in his nose from the slight anger he ran his hand through his curly blonde locks and his jaw clenched as he put his smoke out in the ashtray and grabbed his clothes for getting dressed before he slammed the bedroom door.

His mother had heard the slam and had made her way to the room. Letting herself in she looked over him and sighed. "I just want what is best for you."

"I said I would take care of it. I do not need your help. She is my wife, not yours." He sort of snapped.

"You are right, she is your wife. And your wife is off with another man, spreading her legs and enjoying her time away from you. So how are you going to handle that Alexei?" She asked.

"I will take her away from here. I will take her far away from everyone. Including you." He snapped. "Now if you do not mind, I am getting dressed. Go find something else to bother." He snarled slightly as he escorted her out of the doorway and closed and locked the bedroom door.

Looking out the bedroom window and looking over the garden, he watched the flowers bob from the heaviness of the heads that were filled with the morning dew. It was something so simple, and yet even looking at their beauty, he saw you, he saw your smile, your smooth skin, your curves, he saw how your hair fell, that glow in your eyes when you were happy. You had to love him, why was he questioning it? Why was he standing there, looking out on those flowers questioning if you loved him?! With a clenched jaw and a knitted brow, he threw open the closet door and grabbed his attire for the day.

After fastening the last button on his coat, he makes his way back to the kitchen- it's like he doesn't want to acknowledge the other parts of the home without you here. Feeling lost, and one track minded. He didn't like that you were gone, it loomed over him like a dark cloud heavy with rain looms over the dirt countryside roads. He needed to know where you were going. He needed to know what you were doing. He needed to know what you were saying. Were you tired of him? Were you unhappy? It just gnawed at him like a beaver gnawing on a log.

Why was this even a feather of a thought? It's not that he didn't want you to have friends, it's just, why did they have to be male friends? And even then, it wasn't the idea of male friends that bothered him, it was the embedded, plated thoughts from the snake in the garden that made him believe that you were unhappy, that you were not in love with him any longer, that you were looking for a way out of this relationship. Well, that was going to be nipped in the bud right away. There was going to be no second-guessing it, not after this.

He decided to gather himself a little more and decided to head out to find you. He had these questions that needed answers. He turned to look at his mother who was still there. "Watch the house while I am away. We will be gone for a while." He states. His mother went to speak but before she could retort with a comment he was out the door and off to the stables.

After a few hours of looking and getting a general idea of where you were he stopped, getting off the carriage he approached, standing a good distance behind as you stood there, talking to another man. Oh, this did not sit well with him, but he watched and observed. With a lick of his lips and a look of heartache, as you touched the other man's face, he couldn't help but feel that slithering snake of a mother of his was right.

The more he watched, the more you laughed, the closer this man seemed to be getting to you, and the more it climbed up him like ivy claiming lattice fencing. This green envious monster coils around his every nerve, his nostrils flair as he walks toward you and clears his throat, but you don't pay much attention until he grabs your arm and pulls you to him.

You gasp and look over his face. "My Love, what are you doing here?" You ask him.

"I could ask you the very same." He states. His stare was cold, his stare pained, and his stare… it bore into you like a hot glue gun into plastic.

"I am just out with a friend, we do this every week. It means nothing." You state honestly.

"Does it? Does it really mean nothing? You were touching his face, and laughing with him like you do with me. Do I not make you happy anymore? Have you grown bored and weary of me?" He asks you with a small shake in his voice almost as if holding back tears.

"Of course you make me happy, why would you ask such a thing?" you respond back looking into his stormy blue hues.

His jaw clenches and he looks at your friend and back to you. "We are leaving." He states as if dismissing you from your date with your male friend.

"What? No. Alexei, no." you stated.

"I do not know him, nor do I like how you were touching him, we are going somewhere. You'll like it. Get in." he states and gestures to the carriage.

"Alexei, no." You state firmly.

He clenches his jaw and looks over you. "Do not make me put you in there myself. Now. Be a good wife, and get in the carriage." He snarls lowly.

Licking your lips you look over his face and let out a slight breath before getting into the carriage. Feeling the shake of the carriage from the door closing. Placing your hands in your lap you look down, studying them a moment before you close your eyes almost in defeat, and wonder where he is taking you. It was clear he wasn't taking you home. Why was he suddenly acting this way? What was it that made him feel like you were unhappy? You began to study yourself, you even began to question yourself. But why? His actions alone.

His actions just then made you question if this was really where you needed to be. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that maybe he was seeing something you were not seeing. Were you really happier with your friend than you were with him? Was he not seeing how much you loved him? Were you really doing something bad? You turn back and look at him as he stops the carriage and climbs into the back of it with you as someone else takes over. Someone he had paid to drop you both off and take the carriage back to the house.

You sit there, in silence, and you study him, you study his face, his eyes, how his jaw twitches, how his brow knits, how his eyes seem to be full of sorrow, and maybe is that hate? You look down, and you think about all you've done, but you can't help but shake your head. You love this man, and he was blind to false things. Was there a way to fix it? Was there a way to get him to see that you love him just as much as he loves you?

"Where are we going? There is nothing for miles." You point out looking out the little window of the carriage door.

"We're going someplace secluded." He states.

"Secluded? Whatever for?" You ask with a slight bit of worry in your tone.

"Enough with the questions, you will see when we get there." He states, short in his tone.

You lick your lips and hike a brow before looking back down at your lap and letting out a slight sigh. You feel this could get problematic.

By the time you get to where you were going, the sun had already set and come back up. You look over his face as he offers to help you off the carriage. Your jaw clenches and you shake your head.

"Are you serious? Why are we here? We are days away from home at this rate Alexie." You point out.

HE shakes his head and looks at you and looks over the country home before looking back at you. "You will survive. This is for a reason."

"THIS IS ABSURD!" You scream. The only thing you cause to stir is birds out in the field. Your jaw clenches and you look over him shoving past him and heading toward the inside.

He sighs slightly and shakes his head, he isn't expecting you to understand. Rubbing his brow a moment he looks up at the gray skies and then over on the vast rolling fields of nothing. A small smile creeps across his face as he listens to the front door being slammed. Another soft sigh escapes his lips as he heads toward the house.

Upon walking in he looks around and spots you standing there in the living room. As he walks toward you to join you, you turn and look at him.

"What is all of this about?" You ask.

"You need to see how much love I have for you. I cannot do that back there." He stated honestly.

"So you isolate me?!" You raise your tone.

"Yes! It keeps you away from another man touching you!" He snaps.

"NO ONE ELSE IS TOUCHING ME!" You snap back.

"HOW DO I KNOW?!" He steps closer to you.

"No. You don't get to ask me that question! How do you not see that I love you!? I have always loved you!" You snarl as you step forward challenging him.

"Well, I suppose now you can show me just how much you love me as I show you how much I love you." He stated coldly.

"Don't be so pigeon-livered." You growl to yourself. "You're being a floozer Alexei. What has ever gotten into you?" You ask him.

"Are you really going to throw insults at me? Pigeon-livered? Floozer? Do not." He grips your arm and pulls you close. "Do not cross me."

You shove him and look over his face. "Or what?" You ask with a tightly knitted brow. "What are you going to do?"

Stretching his neck from left to right he licks his lips and his jaw clenched.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!" You snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He snapped back. He began to pace. "All I ever do is shower you with love and attention, I do nothing but prove to you how much you mean to me. I make sure you always put your best forward. And you do this. Run off with another man doing god knows what." He states.

Crossing your arms over your chest you stare at him a moment and blink a few times. "Are you blinded by your own selfishness right now? Can you not see past your own nose? I am not laying with another man Alexei! I have never laid with another man!" you snap.

"HOW DO I KNOW THAT?!" He snaps. "How do I know that?" He asked you. A complete and utter look of defeat sprawled across his features.

Walking to him you slap him across the face. Not once, but twice. Reaching forward he grips your throat and moves you through the house. Kicking open a door he shoves you into the bedroom and starts to unbutton his jacket. Looking over you his eyes hungry. His snarl was fierce, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear the bones grinding and you could feel the flex of his jaw. You try to shove past him but that wasn't happening.

"What are you going to do rape me Alexei?" You ask.

He scoffed and looked over at you. "Do you think that little of me? Strip." He demands.

"No." You cross your arms. At this point, you were fighting him to fight, how far could you push?

"I said strip!" He demands again. Walking to you he spins you around and starts to untie your skirt.

Layer by layer you fight, until you are both stripped down to mere thin layers. Tears staining your face, you look over him and shake your head, a small thumping sound of your heart feeling like it was echoing in the room.

"All I have ever wanted was for you to love me. You have to love me, you must love me." He states. He steps closer to you, looking over you he grips your face and pulls you near. "You will love me. You will." He states firmly.

Scared at this point you cannot find your words. He presses his lips to yours and at first, you give in, you cave, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply, lovingly, longing for that affection he wanted to give you, but then you start to push away, saddened by the fact that he couldn't believe you, that he had no trust in you.

"No…" You start to push away, but you didn't want him to at the same time, it was this conflicting feeling.

"Do not tell me no, you want this…" he points out as he listens to your breathing.

You have no means of responding.

"I'm not taking that as a no." he states.

You give him a cold stare, looking over his face, his lips press against yours and you shove him back, and he throws you to the bed. You bounce once before he climbs on top of you and looks you over. He tilts his head and looks over your face and takes your wrists and places them above your head and looks over your face intently.

You attempt to wiggle free but he hovers over you, his body pressed against yours. In one hand he has your hands gripped together, in the other hand hikes up your skirt, he looks over you, and he leans in and nips at your lips. Your breathing becomes heavier, and you close your eyes. Shaking your head you begin to breathe heavier. It felt good, his hands on you, it always felt good, but there was this sense of fight that also washed over you.

As his lips found your neck he kissed up your neck to your jaw, finding your lips. While you loved his affection, you were terrified. Literally scared of him.

"Get off of me." you demand.

"Let me show you. See how much I love you." He takes your hand and places it on his hard cock. "This is how much I love you." He states.

You pull your hand away and turn your head in another direction. His senses overwhelm him, and unable to control himself he groans softly as he presses himself against you. You turn your head away from him, maybe checking out, but at the same time ever so present in this moment. As he thrusts himself into you you take in a deep breath. A whimper leaves your lips as a groan leaves his.

Looking over you he observes your features as he turns your face to look at him, leaning in he kisses you again. And it was then you cave, just a little. Your lips pressed against his, your hand moved up his arms to his hair and you pull him closer. Your hips roll against his thrusts and you begin to whimper against his lips. The feeling of him against you was something you always loved. Truthfully you never questioned this man's love for you. But you were conflicted because of how he was coming at you. You didn't know if you should fight him, or cave to him a little more.

The more he thrusts the harder he becomes in his motions, the more you fight. But the more you fight, the more he growls, it was a conflicting feeling all over again and you aren't sure what to do, it was overwhelming. You push him away, shoving him but he pulls you closer.

Feeling your body flush against his you let out another soft whimper. You move your hands to his shoulders as you feel him thrust deeper into you, your moans escaping you were almost pained but yet pleasure-filled. Your hips rolled against his as he continued to thrust with a fever. He pulls you even closer to him, pulling you into his lap as he guides you along his stiffened cock, nuzzling into you, nipping and biting at you.

The moans fill the bedroom, bouncing off the windows and the walls, and while you might be fighting him because of his choice of actions, this man was your life. You kiss him deeply as you both moan in pure pleasure. Your bodies collide in such a raw motion. Thrust after thrust, grunt, and groan after grunt and groan, screams of pure euphoria leaving you both. It all came to a halt with a trembling body-shaking finish, feeling as his cock twitched inside of you as hot ribbons of seed coat your velvet walls. He snarled against your skin, and you bring a hand across his face, and you begin to cry.

Holding you close, he looks down at you, smoothing your hair he presses his face against you.

"Shh… now now, everything is alright. I love you, so much." He whispers. "You have to love me back, you just have to." he says softly.

"I… I do love you, Alexei. I do. I wish you would see that." you say between sniffles.

He holds you close, nuzzling against you. "Shall we draw you a bath?" He asks.

Nodding your head he looks over your face and nods. "I shall draw you a bath. Think about what I said." He states.

"Are you isolating me? From everyone?" you ask as he gets up and slips his pants back on.

With a firm stare, he looks over you. "I am, and it's for our own good. You won't be seeing him, we will stay here as long as it takes." He states truthfully.

And like that, your heart becomes conflicted, you love this man, but you feel scared of this man… but then you look at him, and you don't feel afraid anymore. You just want him to see that you do love him. It's conflicting, and it's terrifying, you love him, but is it true? Staying here, you're only choice is to grow to love him. But that's been his goal all along, for you to love him, and for him to show you in so many ways how he loves you.

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[moonxknightx]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Alexei Shostakov x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Marvel, Black Widow ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), missionary, cowgirl, piv, breeding kink ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- After failing a mission, you help Alexei with taking care of one of his wounds, which leads to some rather fun late night activities. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 --- “Look at you, so needy for my cock.” (No.1) “I could eat you out for days.” (No.9) “I’m so wet right now.” (No.19) “Just shut up and fuck me!” (No.21) “You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.” (No.25) “You look so pretty on top of me.” (No.48) “I’m going to ruin you tonight.” (No.49)

“YOU’RE HURT.” You said as you entered the chambers of the infamous Red Guardian or also known as Alexei.

“Oh really? How smart of you to notice.” Grumbled Alexei as he tried to take care of one of his wounds on his shoulder.

“Here let me.” You sighed as you walked over to Alexei. You carefully sat down next to him on his bed and inspected the wound.

“Is it bad?” Asked Alexei while he studied your face. “It could be better, that’s for sure.” You chuckled slightly while looking up at Alexei.

“I should’ve seen him coming.” Sighed Alexei, referring to one of your enemies the two of you were sent to kill.

“He was too fast. I didn’t saw him either.” You told Alexei before reaching for the first aid kit that was laying in the middle of Alexei’s bed.

“Dreykov will be disappointed we didn’t catch him.” Alexei sighed while watching how you carefully started cleaning his wound.

“I’m sure he will. I don’t really care though.” You smiled softly while taking care of Alexei.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He asked with a slight smirk. “Because your safety is more important to me.” You told Alexei while looking into his eyes.

Alexei couldn’t help but smile while he reached for your face, gently stroking your cheek before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You immediately kissed back while carefully putting your arms around his neck, careful not to hurt his wound.

Alexei placed his hands on your waist and lifted you into his lap while kissing along your neck and jawline.

“Alexei…” You murmured while running one of your hands though his hair. “What is it beautiful?” Asked Alexei while grinning at you.

“Your wound. We should take care of it first before this goes any further.” You told Alexei while stroking both of his cheeks.

Alexei grunted and rolled his eyes before pushing you onto his bed while Alexei quickly climbed on top of you, straddling your hips.

“Really Alexei?” You smiled while Alexei leaned down to kiss you. “I need you.” Said Alexei while looking down at you, admiring how beautiful you looked.

“Then take me.” You smirked suddenly, taking Alexei off guard at your sudden change. “What?” He asked as if he hadn’t heard you right.

“I said, take me.” You repeated. You knew that trying to stop Alexei wouldn’t work. It was a stubborn man and you knew it. Besides, you didn’t mind a bit of fun with your favorite colleague.

“Fuck, i am going to ruin you tonight.” Smirked Alexei before kissing you hard. You immediately kissed back while reaching for Alexei’s boxers.

“I want if off.” You murmured while Alexei looked down to where your hands were. “Take it off then.” Smirked Alexei before kissing your neck.

Yo did as you were told and slid Alexei’s boxers off, revealing his already half hard cock.

You couldn’t help but stare at his massive length. It was a good 6 or 7 inches, but the girth was insane.

You have slept with Alexei multiple times, but every time you were surprised at how big he was. And every time you were scared that it wouldn’t fit. Just like right now.

“Look at you, so needy for my cock.” Smiled Alexei as he grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock.

You watched how Alexei guided your hand up and down his cock while he tried his best to keep his moans quiet.

“I’m so wet right now.” You murmured as you stared at Alexei’s cock. You were desperate for his cock and Alexei knew it. He could already feel your wetness pooling trough your leggings.

“I can feel it.” Smirked Alexei as he gently removed your leggings, leaving you in your damp panties.

“Please Alexei…” You whimpered slightly. “What is it darling?” Asked Alexei as he started stroking your clothed pussy.

“I need your fingers or your mouth please.” You begged while slightly bucking your hips upwards.

“You need my fingers or my moth huh? How about both?” Smiled Alexei mischievously before snatching your panties off, leaving you bare for him.

You watched how he threw your panties somewhere in his room before he grabbed both of your legs and placed them onto his shoulders.

“So pretty.” Murmured Alexei as he started kissing the inside of your thighs. You placed one of your hands on his head and pushed Alexei lower, desperate to feel his mouth and fingers on you.

“Are you really that desperate darling?” Chuckled Alexei before placing a soft kiss on your clit which caused you to moan quietly.

“Fuck me with your tongue Alexei, please.” You murmured while looking down at him.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Alexei smirked before he buried his face against your pussy.

“Fuck Alexei!” You moaned as you arched your back. Alexei wrapped his arms firmly around your thighs while he pushed his tongue into your wet hole.

“Don’t stop! It feels so good.” You whimpered as you balled your fists in pleasure.

Alexei did as you told him and kept going. He gently fucked you with his tongue while he slowly rubbed your clit with his fingers.

“I could eat you out for days.” Sighed Alexei as he pulled away from your pussy to catch his breath.

“Please Alexei.” You whimpered while trying to reach for his arms. “What is it princess?” Asked Alexei with a smug smile.

“I need more.” You told him. Alexei chuckled darkly before giving you a small nod. “On it.” Groaned Alexei before burying his face against your pussy once more.

He sucked on your clit while he pushed two of his fingers into your wet cunt, causing you to let out a pornographic moan.

“Alexei!” You moaned while grabbing a fistful of his hair, pushing him closer to your pussy.

Alexei thrusted his fingers in and out of your cunt until he felt you clenching around them, letting him know that you were close.

“I’m gonna come Alexei.” You moaned while trying your best to rut against his face.

“Oh i know sweetheart.” Smirked Alexei before he pulled completely away from you, leaving you on the very edge of releasing.

“No! Why did you do that?” You asked angrily while glaring at Alexei. “I want you to come around my cock sweetheart.” Alexei spoke while tracing the inside of your thighs with his fingers.

“Then fuck me! Please i need you Alexei.” You begged while trying to reach for his arms once more. Alexei laughed a little while running one of his hands through his hair.

“Yeah is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” Asked Alexei as he hovered above you while placing his hands on both sides of your face.

“Yes!” You almost yelled, desperate to feel his cock stretching you out.

“Oh i don’t know if-“

“Just shut up and fuck me!” You begged while you rolled your eyes. Alexei was a bit taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“Fuck, you are really desperate aren’t you little one?” Asked Alexei as he grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it a few times before positioning it at your entrance.

“Yes Alexei. I need you. I want to feel your cock.” You sighed while looking at him. Alexei couldn’t help but smile while he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt.

“Oh shit!” You moaned as you grabbed hold of Alexei’s shoulders. “Shh you can take it.” Alexei whispered while placing a wet kiss along your jawline.

“Deep breaths darling, deep breaths.” Alexei told calmly while he buried himself to the hilt. “Oh fuck you’re so big.” you whimpered while taking deep breaths.

“Tell me when i can move.” Alexei smiled softly while looking down at you.

“You can move.” You told him quietly. Alexei gave you a nod before starting to thrust into you, causing you to moan.

“Oh fuck!” You dug your nails into Alexei’s shoulders while you tried your best to keep quiet.

Alexei just smirked while he slowly rocked into you. He fitted perfectly inside you. So warm, so soft. Alexei would stay inside of you forever if that was possible.

“You look so pretty with my cock inside of you.” Groaned Alexei as he started to speed up his thrusts.

You could only moan at his words which caused Alexei to smile. “I want you on top of me. Is that okay with you?” He asked while he kept fucking you.

“Y-yes.” You whimpered while bucking your hips slightly, desperate to feel Alexei deeper.

Alexei wrapped his arms around your waist and quickly switched positions with you, so you were the one of top and Alexei the one who laid down.

You placed both of your hands on Alexei’s broad chest before starting to rock your hips, causing Alexei to gasp.

“Oh fuck keep doing that little one.” Alexei groaned as he grabbed your ass firmly, helping you with fucking yourself on his cock.

You dug your nails into Alexei’s chest as you rode him. Alexei kept grunting while kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“You look so pretty on top of me.” Groaned Alexei while wrapping one of his hands around your neck, pulling you into him so he could kiss you.

“I’m close Alexei.” You moaned quietly as you buried your face in his neck. “Shit i can feel it. Come for me sweetheart. Milk my cock.” Alexei whispered in your ear while he bucked his hips into you, causing you to moan once more.

You sighed while rolling your eyes in pleasure. You were seconds away from your orgasm and Alexei knew it.

“Fuck i’m gonna come.” You moaned as you started to clench around his cock. “Milk my cock little one. You can do it.” Encouraged Alexei as he stroked your back.

“Oh God!” You moaned as your orgasm crashed down on you. You quickly got back up and started fucking yourself on Alexei’s cock, wanting to ride out your release.

“Fuck i can feel your wetness.” Grunted Alexei as soon as your body fell limp on top of him.

“I want you to come inside of me.” You whispered while burying your face in Alexei’s neck.

“You sure?” Asked Alexei as he carefully fucked you through your orgasm. You weakly nodded while wrapping your arms around his neck.

Alexei placed a loving kiss on your cheek before he started fucking up into you.

“Shit i’m close!” Cursed Alexei while holding you close to his body. “Fill me up Alexei.” You whimpered while slightly grinding down his cock.

“Fuck yes i’m gonna fill you to the brim.” Groaned Alexei while digging his nails in your back, causing you to moan.

It didn’t take long for Alexei to do as he told. With a few more thrusts, he filled you up with his cum before he rolled the two of you over, so he was on top again.

It was now Alexei’s time to bury his face in your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“Fuck, I needed that.” Sighed Alexei while kissing your neck. “Yeah me too.” You chuckled slightly while running your hand through his hair.

“I’m tired.” Murmured Alexei before taking a deep breath, getting himself ready to fall asleep.

“Not so fast mister, we still need to clean that wound of yours.” You smirked while patting his back.

Alexei groaned loudly while he rolled off of you so he was now laying on his back next to you.

“Can’t we do it later?” Asked Alexei tiredly.

“No we cannot.” You said while getting up. “Please?” Whined Alexei.

“Stop whining old man and get up.” You chuckled as you reached for the first aid kit once again, ready to actually take care of Alexei’s wound.

“I am not an old man!” Said Alexei defensively, causing you to laugh. “No of course not. You are still very young.” You joked. Alexei rolled his eyes before glaring at you.

“I hate you.”

“I’m sure you do Alexei, i’m sure you do.”

(A/N): I love Alexei so much omg

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[thebackseatofjimsblazer]

I am a hole for the stranger things men first and a person second. Let that be known!

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[midnightsaboteur]

Open Starter

Alexei Calvet - 34, heterosexual, ballerino

Written solely in beta editor

Connection Ideas - Girlfriend; best friend / friend; hookup; ballerina

“Looks pretty, my darling, no?” Alexei murmured, breath hot and tone slurred as he spoke right against her ear. He held her wrist gently between his forefinger and thumb, tilting her hand upward to ensure the engagement ring glinted in the hall lighting whilst they made their way to his apartment. Each time Alexei looked at the ring, he thought back to the moment mere hours before when he’d slipped it onto her finger for the first time. 

“Almost as pretty as you, but then nothing could be more beautiful than you,” Alexei added, his natural Russo-French tones more prominent thanks to the alcohol. A laugh and a grin accompanied the statement, as did a playful slap to her rear mere seconds later. When they reached his door, Alexei used his free hand to fumble in his pocket for his keys.

Simultaneously, his mind kept running free, prompting him to add “Green card, schmeen card… I could’ve easily seen me asking you one day even without this immigration bullshit.” 

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛. 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞! 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞!

✧. ┊ 𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬?

✧. ┊ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭.𝐞.𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫@𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥.𝐜𝐨𝐦. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐌!

✧. ┊𝐓𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜/𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐜. 𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

✧. ┊𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐮, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞/𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 :)

✧. ┊𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐊, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡/𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧/𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢��� 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨:

𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 :) (𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐊, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝…𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞: $𝟐.𝟎𝟎 𝐢𝐬 £𝟏.𝟕𝟐 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 $𝟐.𝟑𝟐 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 £𝟐.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊ 𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: (𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬): $𝟐.𝟑𝟓

✧. ┊ 𝟏𝐊 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨: $𝟒.𝟔𝟓 (£𝟒.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊ 𝟐𝐤-𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: $𝟗.𝟑𝟎 (£𝟖.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊ 𝟒𝐤-𝟓𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: $𝟏𝟏.𝟔𝟐 (£𝟏𝟎.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊ 𝟔𝐤-𝟖𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: $𝟏𝟑.𝟗𝟓 (£𝟏𝟐.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊𝟗𝐤-𝟏𝟎𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 $𝟏𝟔.𝟐𝟕 (£𝟏𝟒.𝟎𝟎)

✧. ┊𝟏𝟎+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: $𝟐𝟑.𝟐𝟓 (£𝟐𝟎.𝟎𝟎)

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝟐𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬/𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 → 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 $𝟐 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚.

✧. ┊𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈 - 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 '𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬' 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠)

✧. ┊𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝟓𝟎% 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 $𝟒.

✧. ┊𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴:

✧. ┊𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 (𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐜 ) 𝐨𝐫 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬! (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭). 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝!

𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵: 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐞𝐭𝐜.) 𝟐. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫/𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝟑. 𝐈𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟! :) 𝟒. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬) 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

✧. ┊ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 '𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝' 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

✧. ┊ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝟏-𝟐 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝.

✧. ┊ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 (𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥) 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤�� 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 <3

(𝟒.𝟓𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬) 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏𝟎𝐤 ) 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

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