#and he said “stop victimizing yourself!!! your being a baby! oH LoOk At mE mY LifE iS sO hArD iM so SaD

[jyoongim]

~BLOOD & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life!fluff, smut, slow burn plot, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

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Chapter three chapter five

Chapter Four

“Oh darling look at you! And here I thought you wouldn’t give me grandchildren” your mother laughed as she hugged you.

Your mother had invited you and Alastor over since you had sent her a letter about some exciting news you wanted to share.

You didn’t know whether to take her comment as a compliment or insult.

”Why ain’t your husband with you? I know that man ain’t have you travel here all alone in your condition” she frowned displeased.

”Momma you know how busy Al is. He’s been trying to catch up on work so he can take time off for the baby” you pouted.

She sucked her teeth, before a smile dawned her face

”well that means we can go shopping! Have you decorated the nursery? Do you have a nursery? Oooh honey why don’t you come home when you have the baby? A newborn is a lot of work” she was ranting and you sighed, rubbing your heavy stomach.

”Momma im perfectly capable of taking care of my baby.  I’ve read all the books” your mother gave you a funny look

”books? Oh girl those books ain’t gonna help you. You need experience. Youre a first time mom, you have no instincts in raising a youngin ”

You pouted. You felt like a teenager being chastised.

You knew your mother meant well, but sometimes you had to stop her ‘good intentions’.

”Ill be fine. Alastor’s gonna be there and Im sure we can figure it out. Aint that what parenthood all about?”

She hummed “If you say, now lets head to town. I want my grandbaby to have the best!”

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You fanned yourself as you finally sat down. The summer heat was not kind to you as your mother had dragged you to every shop in town.

The two of you had finished up shopping and were now at a little restaurant. You smiled in thanks as the waiter sat a glass of cold water in front of you.

Your mother cooed as she looked over several items she had bought.

You think she was more excited than you and you were the pregnant one.

”Momma I think you overdid it. There’s no way the baby is gonna wear or use any of that” you mused, sipping the water.

She waved you off.

”so…how has Alastor handled the news?” She asked.

You blinked “he’s very excited. He says he don’t care about the gender, but he’s taken to thinking it’ll be a girl” you giggled.

”haha a girl? Oh no you’re definitely having a boy darling” she laughed.

You titled your head in confusion.

Your mother smirked “Your belly is big and low and you’re not even halfway through your term, that means you’re having a boy. ”

She continued “Most men want a boy on the first go. A scrappy boy is the jewel of every man’s pride”

You rubbed your stomach, smiling “Well it don’t matter im sure hell adore the baby no matter what”

She hummed and picked up the newspaper that was on the table.

The headline read ‘fifth body found in canal’

”Such a shame the authorities can’t find killer. Those poor souls. This is the fifth body that’s been found and practically in your backyard. You really need to careful dear” she said grimacing.

You weren’t too worried. All the victims were random, but they weren’t pregnant women. “I don’t think the killer is slaying harmless pregnant women momma”

She shrugged “Can never be too sure dear”

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Alastor whistled as he cleaned the kitchen. Bright red water filled the sink as he wronged the sponge. You would have a fit if you saw the state of your kitchen and Alastor couldn’t have an upset wife.

You had went to visit your mother, thinking it was time to tell the woman that the two of you were expecting. You had wanted him to come along, but he thought it would be better if the two of you spent some time together.

So he took the time to go hunting. It had been a while since he had a good hunt and he had a taste for deer meat.

Once the kitchen was spotless, he discarded what he didn’t need into a bag. He headed down to the cellar with the rest of the trash.

He tied the bag and reached for the other one.

Hauling it back to the kitchen, he turned on the radio to listen to some tunes as he prepared to cook. You should have been coming home in a few hours and he was sure you would be hungry. It was rather hot today, so instead of slaving too much over the stove he opted for a simple stew.

He pulled the meat out of the bag and began to cut it.

He pulled a pot from the cabinet and filled it with  onions, carrots, and a little water were added into the pot as he cleaned the meat.

As the pot boiled, he plopped the meat in a pan to cook it down.

The kitchen filled with the smell of herbs and meat as he worked.

He added some seasoning to the meat and transferred the chopped meat to the pot.

He turned the heat low and let it simmer.

He nodded in satisfaction and took a look at himself. Disgusting

He was covered in blood. He sighed and went upstairs.

Light red swirled down the drain. Alastor rolled his neck, a soft pop was heard and he sighed in relief.

Once finished in the shower, he gathered the dirty clothes and headed out back in the yard.

He waved to the passing neighbors as thee fire crackled, a pleasant smile on his face.

Once the fire died down, he headed back inside to check on the stew.

He stirred it and turned it off.

He fixed a cold sweet tea and took a seat at the dining table.

His mind wandered to you. He wondered how you were fairing in this heat. He was sure you were ready to come home and relax. Your mother was a handful.

Your pregnancy was coming along nicely.

You had rounded out and now you sported a big belly. His cock twitched in his pants. He couldn’t believe how insatiable  he had become since you had become pregnant. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

You had transformed beautifully. You always seemed to be glowing, though you swore it was sweat. You had become incredibly sensitive, your mood swings putting you both through the ringer.

You had voiced your concern about your image as you had filled out nicely, gaining weight from the baby you now carried. You couldn’t fit any of your usual form fitting outfits, opting for loose dresses.

Alastor reassured you that you looked beautiful no matter what. He enjoyed a little meat being on your bones. 

You were softer and he loved every minute of it.

His eyes traveled to the pot, he wondered if you had ate. He really wanted to see how you would react to the meal he prepared. While you love his cooking, the baby was picking, which resulted in you being sick a lot.

The buzz from the hunt still rippled through him as his lips curled in a smile.

yeeesss how would his little wife enjoy the meal he prepared for her?

He made a mental note to take out the trash later but for now, he waited for you to return home as he opened a book about parenting. 

He should ask you what color you wanted the nursery….

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Your mouth watered as you came through the door “What did you cook Al it smells really good”

Your husband chuckled as he closed the book and walked over to you. You were trying to beeline it to the kitchen, but your husband wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours. He grinned as your stomach created a space between the two of you, running an affectionate hand over the bump “Well hello to you too my dear. How was your mother? I see the two of you went shopping” His eyes took in the amount of bags you brought back.

You huffed “Yea Ma would have bought out the entire store if I let her, i tell you I think she’s more happy about a grandbaby than when we got married”

Alastor coaxed you to the couch, smiling as you sighed as he massaged your aching back. He pressed soft kisses to your exposed shoulders “I didn’t know if you had ate already, so I made a stew. Let’s hope the baby like it. I read that warm foods were better than the ice cream you’ve been sneakng” he snickered as you pouted.

”Just relax a bit and Ill make you a bowl”

You smiled at him “I want crackers too!” You called after him.

Alastor returned with a steaming bowl of stew. It smells so good and your stomach growled in hunger. “I tried a different meat but I hope you like it my dear”

You thanked him and rolled your eyes as he picked up the spoon and held it to your mouth. You blew on it softly before chomping on the spoon.

Your tongue tingled as you savored the flavor. 

The meat was softer than you were use to, maybe pork or a different beef?

Whatever it was it was good!

”Mmmhmm this is so good. The texture of the meat is a bit off but its really good Al” you complimented.

He beamed at you, pearly whites glistening at you. “Im happy you like it and you didn’t throw it up im proud baby”

You quickly finished the meal and showed him everything your mother bought for the new arrival.

Alastor smiled in content as you happily showed him the baby wares; clothing, toys,and other gadgets. Seeing you so excited filled him with an unexplainable feeling. His hand caressed your belly as you ranted.

”Did you know that there’s a killer on the loose?” Your sudden question brought his attention back. Your face was filled with worry.

Alastor tensed, but relaxed “We had gotten a few reports down at the studio but no real leads. Why do you ask dear?”

You placed your hand over his that was on your bulging belly. “I-Im just concerned. I mean we do have a child on the way and i dont really feel safe walking the streets in this vulnerable condition. My mother suggested we move into the summer house.” You looked down, Alastor kissed your forehead “Im sure well be fine. Besides it seems the killer has a little mortals. No woman has been harmed. So dont fret my dear” he assured you. 

You sighed, he was right.  There was no need to worry.

“I would never let a soul hurt you” he whispered against your forehead.

You hummed and started giggling as he nipped at your ear “Al!!!”

You tried to wiggled away, but your husband softly pushed you back on the couch, being mindful of your belly.

”Now why dont I show you that I am more than capable hmm?” He grinned down at you.

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[chrisevansleftpeck]

Growing and Healing

Word Count: 900

Content Warnings: Prison mention, pregnancy discussion, implied smexy, angst. 

Summary: You and Spencer vow to not have kids until you’re out of the FBI, but after a case of looking after a kid with his wife, things change. 

Spencer had just spent the last case with you, holding watch at the victim’s family's house for hours on end. He watched his wife play tea-party, dress up, and Just Dance with the family’s seven year old girl while her mother was stuck in the station and honestly, he just fell deeper for you. 

You settled into bed your first night back home, pulling the warm covers up to your chin and snuggling into Spencer’s chest. Everything should be perfect except he for some reason laid awake, staring at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through your hair. You picked up on Spencer’s  irritation as he didn’t reach for a book to distract himself, just glued his eyes to the ceiling.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, propping yourself up on Spencer’s chest so that you could look at him. 

“Nothing,” Spencer hesitated. “I’m going to bed.” He suggested, gesturing his hand around to you and him resting in bed together, lights off. 

Your heart stung a little at his random passive-aggressiveness. “Okay.” You mumbled, sinking back down into his chest. The two of you sat in the haunting quiet until finally he groaned as he pushed his hair back. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled. You listened as his heart sped up beneath you, thumping against yours. “I’m- I’m just confused.” 

You sat up beside him at this, flicking on a dim lamp sitting on your bedside table. “What’s confusing you, Spence? We can talk it through.” You offered, biting at your nails slightly. Spencer never got like this and whenever he did, it was usually mom-related.

“I just- just- I know when we got married we agreed on something-” Spencer started.

You finished his sentence like verbatim from your memory, “No kids unless we stop working for the FBI.”

“Yeah,” Spencer looked down as he took your hand in his, squeezing it nervously. “Well I just thought I’d be able to do that, but watching you play with that girl and bake with her and doing all of it with you it’s just- well it’s just a lot harder than I thought.” Your husband deflated further, frowning as he twisted your wedding ring around your finger.

“I know.” You whispered softly, stopping his finger over your ring then looking up at Spencer. “I know. But it’s selfish, isn’t it? I mean- for us to bring someone into the world we live in. And after prison, oh my god, Spencer-” You never said Spencer, only Spence or baby or some pet name. But you were scared half to death at how badly you wanted this and of going against your better instinct. 

“Y/n,” Spencer swiped his thumb over a tear that had fallen down your cheek, unknown to you. “I won’t put myself on the front lines anymore, I’ll let someone else be the bigger person, I’ll never touch dilaudid again and-”

“I’m not worried about you being in the front lines, doing our job how we’re supposed to. I’m worried about another accident, one of us not coming home one day.” You cried, thinking about how not fun growing up without your dad was.

Spencer didn’t say a thing at that, he just let you hit home, wrapping you in his arms and cradling you in his lap. He sat with you until you stopped crying and your breathing regulated. “I’ll take the part-time job.” He finally decided, shocking you. 

“What are you talking about?” You sat up, brows furrowed.

“They offered me a part-time job after prison. Half-time professing in Virginia, half-time working cases.” Spencer explained, running his fingers through your soft hair before leaning in close to you. “I want a family with you a lot more than I want this job. And I don’t want either of us breaking a vow just so we can get our cake and eat it too.” 

You nodded, holding your face in your hands before gathering yourself. “I want to leave the BAU.” You ripped the band-aid off and let the conversation flow. You told Spencer you were unhappy with all the killing and death. You told him how you felt about everything, leaving him completely shocked that he didn’t see through you.

“I didn’t know that at all.” He whispered, looking down. You grasped his hand again.

“Because I didn’t want you to yet. And you know what? Having a kid gives me a perfect excuse to grab a job at a bookstore, take it easy for a minute, get a therapist maybe. Make room for a baby Reid.” You smiled softly, Spencer breaking out in a smile too at the thought of a baby Reid, of his own child with you. You made that life sound so good.

“Are you sure?” He looked up at you finally, quivering with something between nerves and excitement. Spencer leaned in to hold your face, waiting for an answer.

“More than anything.” You whispered, placing a kiss on his nose before Spencer pulled you onto his lap, you giggling. “Ah!” 

“Let’s get a head start then, shall we?” Spencer asked, cupping your blushing cheeks. He still flattered you daily, even after all this time.

“I think we should.” You whispered into his lips, connecting softly and allowing him to take over, kissing you all over as you smiled widely. You wanted to start the next chapter of your lives as soon as possible.

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[an-aspiration]

Friends with benefits

Warnings: cursing, detailed smut,eating out, vaginal penetration, bully (ehh)

Summary: y/n has an attitude for anyone who tries her. She pretty much keeps to herself when she’s not with her two best friends. Carl is a victim of her mean tendencies. But he sees through the mean act and tries something with her. 2.5k words

“y/n!”

you turned around to the sound of your name.

“Y/n.. guess what ” ron breathlessly spoke.

“What? Did something bad happen?”

“No b-“

“then what?” you spat

“I was about to tell you.. there are some new people..”

New people? there hasn’t been new people in ages. You thought they stopped searching because of how dangerous it would be finding absolute strangers from the wild and bringing them inside the gates.

“Does Joan know?” Your older sister, Joan, was Deana’s “assistant” and practically made sure everything going through to Deana, went by her first.

“Yeah she’s with them right now. Come on.”

You and Ron hurried over to the main gate where the newcomers had arrived. The first thing you noticed when you got over there was the look of struggle they all had on their faces, like they’d been through hell, even Aaron.

You came up from behind the small crowd to face your sister.

“Oh! Y/n introduce yourself” she spoke

You introduced yourself by turning around to smile at the people, then leant into Joans ear and whispered “I thought we weren’t letting crazies in anymore” exponentially loud.

She gave a nervous smile and turned to you “Be nice. And you have to listen to me I am your older si-“

“Step. Step sister.” You hissed “But fine I will ‘present’ myself the way you want me to.”

You turned your body towards the crowd. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m just so happy to welcome you to your new home.”

In return you got a few smiles. One in particular caught your eye. A boy with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. You adjusted your sleeves nervously.

“Oh wow I see you’ve got a little one with you! We have plenty of resources like strollers, baby food, and some other things for her.” Joan exclaimed

You hadn’t even noticed the baby lying in the boys arms. Immediately star struck, you went over to them and waved. “Oh my gosh.. Hi whats her name?”

“Hi I’m Carl, her name is judith.” he said with a soft grin.

“Nice to meet you Carl.” You looked back down at judith “awh poor baby”

“what?” He said, furrowing his brow

“oh, nothing” you sighed. You walked back over to Joan to let her know you would catch up with her later then strolled back home, happy with your first impression.

The next day you found out it wasn’t as good as you thought it was.

You were laying in the grass with your two best friends, gigi and arashi. They were cutting pages out of magazines to tape on their bedroom walls while you wrote in your journal.

“Have you seen that new guy with the brown hair?” Gigi said

“Yess, I love his eyes oh my gosh.”

“Arashi you have a boyfriend” You laughed

“So.. I can’t like a guys eyes?” She rolled her eyes joining the laughter

“Whatever. But whats his name anyway?”

“It’s Carl” You replied

“I heard his last name is Grimes” Arashi said

“Hmmm thats even better than what I was imagining” you giggled

“You were imagining it?”

“Stopp! I didn’t mean it like that… well i was though”

You looked up and saw Ron walking past.

“Hey ron!” you said in between laughs

“Hey”

“Woah hold on come back. Why the cold shoulder? You busy or something?”

“No I’m not busy its just” He sighed walking back over to you “I’m good friends with Carl now and I don’t think he’d feel very appreciated if I was talking to you”

You were confused “What why?”

“He thinks you’re stuck up because you said something about judith or whatever I don’t know.. but I got to go” He continued walking away

Stuck up? where did he get that from? You were being so nice to him.

“Woww, what a jerk. I actually don’t like his eyes anymore”

“Hah yeah me either.” You scoffed

“Oh my god. oh my god” Gigi looked down

“What, What?”

“Don’t look now- Dont look at all actually, but Carl is about to walk past.”

“What!” you whispered sitting up

“Don’t make it obvious” Arashi stressed

Something sparked inside of you, deciding you didn’t just want to get walked all over on. So you looked back and stared him down.

“Ooh watch out guys, crazy coming through.” You scoffed. If looks could kill he’d be down right now by the way you were looking at him.

Arashi and Gigi played along and giggled. He gave a blank expression, avoiding eye contact and brushed his fingertips along his jacket.

“Girl you are so bad!” Gigi giggled once he was out of earshot.

Later that week everyone in Alexandria was invited to a party to welcome all the new people.

“y/n are you ready yet, we have to go” Joan yelled from downstairs “Gigi and Arashi are waiting outside”

You did another coat of mascara before replying “Yeah coming!”

You all walked over to Deanas house in the warm evening air. You four entered the house and were greeted with a joyous scene of laughter and mingling. You nervously cracked your knuckles looking around.

“Ooh guys look a snack table” Gigi exclaimed

you all departed from Joan disappearing into the kitchen and pilling snacks onto one big plate.

“This is always nice you know. These little gatherings always make my day better. Remember the fourth of July one last year?” Arashi rambled

“How could I forget, it was so fun. I wish we could have lit fireworks but we all know how that would have went.” You said

“Yeahh”

You turned away from the countertop to see if Joan was having fun but you were immediately bumped in the shoulder by Carl going past.

“Watch where you’re going Carl”

“pfft” he kept walking toward the table where Ron Mikey and Enid sat

“Ron is such a hypocrite” Gigi said

“Yeah whatever we weren’t even that close anyway though so I dont care”

A part of you felt bad, because you knew you were only doing this to feel some sort of control over the fact that those people gave you a scary feeling like they were gonna cause something bad. Sometimes you even felt short of breath thinking of what would happen if something did happen in Alexandria, but a part of you hoped that carl would be the one to save you in that situation. He could be kinda hot when he was angry.

But you felt creepy and weird thinking like that because you knew after all this he would only hate you, even if you couldn’t help it.

Later that week

“Hey” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Joan.

“Yeah you. Come help load some stuff in again. I’ll be at Deana’s but Carl will help you again this time.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I’m not, just be nice okay? I probably won’t be back for a few hours we have some discussion to take care of, Love you”

“Whatever. Love you too”

You groaned as you got up to greet the one and only Carl. You could hear him struggling downstairs with something heavy.

“Hey careful with that!” You stated upon realizing he was trying to haul a mini sofa in by himself.

“I’ve got it”

“Yeah, no you don’t.”

You took the other side and almost successfully got it into the living room before he dropped his end, causing you to drop yours and smashing your pinky toe.

“OW” you heaved lifting up your foot “LOOK WHAT YOU DID DUMBASS ITS PROBABLY BROKEN”

“SORRY” he scrambled over to the freezer to get an ice pack “HERE”

It helped a lot and the pain started tremendously going down but the swelling was still there.

“Christ I need to lie down”

“It’s not even that serious”

“I need to lie down!!” you sharply said

“Okay fine here” He went to your un-wounded side and clung on to you helping you up the stairs into your bedroom.

“Ughhh”

“Is it that bad?” he was confused

“Yes it’s that bad. You know why? Because you did it and I don’t like you.”

“Yeah how could I forget you’ve reminded me everyday I’ve been here about how much you apparently don’t like me”

“Apparently? trust me I one hundred percent dont like you. You said I was stuck up and now look what you’ve done. I could break your ugly face in!” You said standing up. You took the liberty to get close to him and take a swing to slap him.

Before you could hit him, he caught your wrist.

“You’re pathetic.” he said squinting

“I am not. Just because you got me there doesn’t mean anything.” you sat down and crossed your legs

“Not just that.” he said

“Not just that? yeah what else?”

he went silent.

“I read it.”

“Read what..?” you froze

“your journal. It was open and I read it. You dont cross your legs and bite your lip out of spite. it’s because you like me, and you hate yourself for it.”

“You read my journal..??!” Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “When did you-“

“Last time I was here, you bailed and it was just sitting on the counter- open. I wanted to know what your fucking problem was.”

“I don’t like you!”

“really? Because you wrote a lot of lewd things about me in there. listen to yourself, seriously. You spend so much time pretending to hate me because of one thing I said, that you don’t even consider what I really think about you.”

He pulled you by your wrist and kissed you, deep. You guys went on no more than twenty seconds. Once he pulled away you stood frozen in shock.

“If you ‘don’t like me’ why did you kiss me back?” he challenged

“fuck it” you pulled him in and kissed him running your hands over his neck and into his hair.

He bit your lip and you pulled back out of surprise.

“ow what the fuck” as you were distracted he pushed you slightly onto your bed. As he was leaning back in you grabbed a hold of his belt loop. He hummed through the kiss. He began giving pecks to your neck and collarbone while tugging on your shirt.

“Carl…”

he knew what you wanted.

“Can I?” He was referring to your shirt.

“Yes” you whispered

He motioned to put your arms up and he slid your t-shirt off. His eyes wandered, approving of your bra.

He continued on taking off his shirt, then your jean shorts leaving you almost nude. He brushed his fingers along the sides of your bra before reaching behind to unclasp it, tossing it to the side.

His attention went back to your eyes, and he paused. “god your beautiful”

you felt like you melted right there on the spot.

“I-“

He noticed your loss for words and just continued looking you in the eye while he slowly grazed his hand down from your chest to your panty. He slid it off in seconds and you felt the cold air hit you.

“Please”

“Please what?” he mocked

“please… um touch me”

As soon as those words left your mouth he brought his fingers down to your clit and started rubbing small circles. You began to moisten even more than you already were.

“Oh god”

“fuck your pent up aren’t you?”

you nodded “Just relax for me ,i’ll make it feel good.”

Everything he said was stimulating you in ways you didn’t even know were possible making your breath go short.

He went in and started planting kisses on your clit.

You exhaled as the pleasure built.

“open your legs a little wider”

as you spread he began to lick up and down your cunt.

“that feels so good” you whimpered

He pushed his tounge into you and when your breath got heavier he hummed in approval. You were getting closer and he could tell.

“are you gonna come?”

“God yes”

he fastened his pace and added his thumb back onto your clit.

“ yes yes yes..”

He kept going until he found the spot that made you grind against his face.

“Oh carl god..” You dissolved into the pleasure as your vision started fading to black. The orgasm shook you as he worked you through it.

Your breath slowed down and he sat back up.

“Wow.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”

“Yeah” you panted.

You pulled him in for a lazy kiss, still dazed from what he just did to you.

You noticed his breath deepening and noticed the bulge in his pants. You moved your hand down to start working on his belt and zipper. Once only in his boxers you took a deep breath to prepare as his dick sprung out. You started running your hands up and down getting a low groan from him.

“Are you sure?” he asked

“Yeah I am, are you?”

“Yeah”

He positioned himself in line with your slit. He slowly slid in until he was all the way in. He waiting a second before the expression on your face rested before beginning to slide in and out at a medium pace.

You were both stuck in a euphoric state.

“Fuck”

You ground into him with his thrust causing that pressured feeling to come back.

“Damn do that again”

You both began to move in unison. Moans and pants filled the dimly lit room. Your legs began to ache in the position you currently were in.

“I wanna be on top.”

“What?”

“Let me ride you please”

He paused before getting from on top of you and laying against the bed frame. You climbed on top of him and slid it back in immediately finding your rhythm. You dug your nails into his arms from the way this position made you feel absolutely filled.

“Your doing so good for me”

His praise made your walls clench around him, a sign you were getting close.

“I Mmm-“

“I know, me too” he said breathlessly

You continued straddling him back and forth at a fast pace. You moaned so loud he leant in to silence you with a kiss, sliding his tounge in.

He once again hit your good spot making you gasp and form and O with your mouth.

“Oh my god” You came undone for the second time with him coming soon after. You laid your head and arms on his shoulders catching your breath. He ran his fingers through your hair gently before lifting you up and resting your back on the bed.

“Are you leaving?”

He snickered “You’re so needy even when I just fucked you”

“Don’t be mean”

“I’m not leaving. I’m just getting my clothes back on, so i can go downstairs and get you something to eat before we continue bringing your stuff inside.” He smiled

“Oh okay hurry please”

“Yeah”

You shivered bringing your head down onto the mattress with a thump. Wow. You looked over and saw your clothes laying across the floor you went to pick them up and get dressed as well, since you probably only had about an hour until Joan would be back and you still had furniture laying around downstairs.

You wobbled downstairs to see Carl with two mugs with ramen. Your favorite.

“How did you know I like ramen?”

“Your journal”

“oh.. right” you giggled

Once Joan was back you were both laying on the couch snuggled up and asleep.

“Hey!” she clapped

“Oh! hey Joan”

“You guys uh tired?”

“Yeah we just- well we did a lot of heavy lifting”

“Oh yeah? That couldn’t have taken the full three hours. What else did you guys do? Thought you would’ve kicked him out hours ago”

“Oh you know we were just talking and stuff” Carl replied “I should probably get home but I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay”

While Joan wasn’t looking he gave you a quick kiss before heading out.

A/N!!!

Crazy? i was crazy once…

sigh. please request something and thanks for all the people who are reading I really appreciate you!! this was for the smut girlies I see you dw🩶

#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes angst #carl grimes fic #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes you #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes imagine

[paradisedixon]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ, ᴘᴛ 1

leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: au where no outbreaks have occurred. chris, jill, leon, and you all work for the RPD, you working as the STARS secretary. you’ve had a crush on a certain blue eyed officer for nearly a year, and chris and jill are getting impatient.

warning(s): swearing, chris redfield being a little shit

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Something something Raccoon City something something Officer Valentine, the voice in your head proof reads on the bright screen for what seemed to be the tenth time in the last five minutes. Something pulses behind your forehead as you squeeze your eyes shut, leaning back in your squeaky office chair. Glancing at the little numbers at the bottom corner of the monitor, 10:16 am, you hold back an irritated sigh. Damn, not even close to lunch yet.

“Hey, did you get that status report filed? Irons said he hasn’t gotten the email.” A deep voice fills your ears, enhancing your forehead pulse. You clear your throat and raise your eyes to see Chris Redfield standing in front of your desk with a cup of coffee in hand. Mmm caffeine sounds so good right now, especially with that hazelnut creamer Barry brought in last week- oh shit he’s waiting for an answer-

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I did, give me a sec,” you click on the reports tab you know you left open to reveal a completely blank document, “aand I totally didn’t.” Chris’ lips quirked up in amusement, observing as your shoulders shrunk and you threw your head back like a teenager who just got grounded. His deep chuckle filled your ears as he sat on top of your desk in the space behind your monitor.

“I’m surprised. You’re usually on top of this stuff.” The ‘seriously?’ look you gave him earned you another bout of laughter, and you roll your eyes at his antics.

“I couldn’t sleep, my asshole neighbors won’t stop screwing each other’s brains out.” You rest your forehead on your hand, and sigh.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” Your gaze snapped up to the man, a look of disbelief on your face. Chris had a shit eating grin on his face, knowing your crush was an easy target.

You were walking to Chief Irons’ office to hand him the late reports your predecessor had failed to file, which prompted their firing. It was your second day as the secretary for the STARS unit and you liked the job so far, you got along well with the force. You also didn’t mind picking up the pieces of the previous secretary, which you were warned about before accepting the job.

You were walking across the main hall’s catwalk, glancing down at the front desk, attention taken by a commotion caused by a peeved civilian. Neglecting your surroundings, you found yourself smacking right into a wall. You stumbled backwards as a hand gripped your bicep to catch your fall. Wait walls don’t have hands-

“Woah! I am so sorry, ma’am, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” A sweet, boy-ish voice filled your ears, and your eyes flashed up to your victim. You observed the face in front of you; a strong jaw, straight nose, pretty blues, and sleek, blonde fringe. He was half a foot taller than yourself, and pretty muscular for his age, he couldn’t have been any younger than you. The scent of eucalyptus and peppermint filled your nostrils, and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach and chest. You were definitely paying attention now.

“Uh- don’t worry about it. Totally my fault.” You nervously laughed, regaining your footing. The man let his gentle grip release from your arm and he flashed you a shy smile. Hot guy smiling at me hot guy smiling at me RED ALERT-

“I’m Leon Kennedy, i-it’s my first day.” He held out a hand for you to shake, and you grasped it in your own, noting how small your hand was compared to his. Imagine these babies cupping my a-

“It’s nice to put a face to the name strewn across the ceiling,” you shared a quick laugh as you referenced the small welcome party the police department held for him downstairs, which you had seen during your tour of the station the day before, “it’s actually my second day.”

“Good to know I’m not the only rookie around here.” One side of his mouth quirked up charmingly, and you felt your knees momentarily go weak. You giggled uncharacteristically, and something in your hand suddenly became heavy. You cleared your throat in realization that you were still holding his hand, so you pulled your hand back and tried to casually to smooth down your black pencil skirt, not seeing the flash of disappointment in Leon’s eyes.

“Right. Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Rookie.” The words left your lips in surprising confidence, and Leon stared at you with a small smile and a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

“See you around.”

Later that day, you sat at your desk with a pitifully dreamy expression, unable to stop thinking about the rookie who was currently downstairs actually working, unlike yourself.

Those eyes, that face, that HAIR. God I could run my fingers through it all day long. He smelled so good, I thought I was going lightheaded- AND HIS HANDS! His grip was so firm, I wonder what else he could grip firmly-

“Hello?? You good?” You jumped at the face suddenly in front of yours, pushing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jill Valentine, the gorgeous yet intimidating STARS officer, was staring at you in amusement.

“What? Oh, yeah, sorry.” You spoke nervously. Jill raised a brow and chuckled, leaning one hand against your desk and placing the other on her hip.

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” You felt your ears go hot at the implication, and you stuttered as her smirk grew.

“What? N-No! I-I don’t.. have a boyfriend.” Your eyes diverted away from hers.

“So the kid downstairs isn’t your boyfriend? I saw you two earlier. I thought I was gonna have to bend over a toilet.” You guffawed, and Jill couldn’t help the barking laugh that bubbled from her chest.

“I’m totally joking! But you should go for it. Word around the water cooler is he’s single~” Jill sang, giving you a wink and leaving you to your embarrassment. Unfortunately for you, she was on her way to tell her own boyfriend the gossip about the new girl.

And now, almost a year later and staring in the face of Satan himself, you were kicking yourself for being so doe eyed back then.

“Who’s jealous?” Jill enters the office with a manila folder in hand, a blue STARS logo stamped to the back. Her short, brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, a few pieces framing her face in a charming way. Her blue eyes glistened in the fluorescents as they switched back and forth between you and her boyfriend, unsurprisingly excited about some potential workplace gossip.

You see the shit eating grin form on Chris’ face at the opportunity to tease you about Him, and you quickly take the opportunity to intercept.

“I am! Chris has coffee and I don’t. Come with me to the break room?” You put on a puppy dog face for dramatic effect, and Jill raises a suspicious brow. You lace your fingers together with a small pout, and she rolls her eyes playfully with a smirk.

“Sure, let me drop this off at my desk.” Jill turns and walks away, leaving you and Chris alone. His grin was now replaced with an impressed expression, slowly nodding his head.

“Not bad, but this isn’t over.” He gives you a wink and walks back to his desk, and you release a breath. Stupid Chris and his stupid words-

Standing from your chair, you meet Jill at the door of the STARS office and walk side by side to the break room.

“So.. what was that about?” Jill asked, and you groan. She always knew when you were full of shit, it came with the price of being best friends.

“What do you think it was about?” Jill laughed and shook her head.

“God, when are you gonna make a move on that kid? You guys have been pining after each other for, what, a year? I’m surprised it’s been this long.” You scoff and cross your arms as you round the corner of the hallway.

“I am not pining. And neither is he, because if he liked me back he would’ve done something about it by now.” Jill rolled her eyes and huffed.

“I swear you guys are blind. I knew from the second I had to witness that first flirt fest that you guys liked each other. It was love at first sight.” Jill let out a dramatic, whimsical sigh, and wrapped her toned arm around your shoulders. You shook your head, about to push her arm off when she unexpectedly pulled it back down to her side.

“Actually, I’m not feeling coffee. I have to pee. I think I hear my name- yes Chief?” Jill abruptly turned on her heel and you watched in surprise as she dipped back around the corner like a ninja. Why am I even friends with her?

You turn back around and enter the break room, stuttering on your next step when you spotted Leon standing at the counter in his uniform, stirring sugar into his coffee. He was the only one in room besides you, so you took the opportunity to observe him.

Leon had certainly kept up with training, his shoulders were a little bigger and legs a little thicker than when you first met. His hair was shorter though, the regulations the RPD had for their officers prohibiting him from growing it any longer than the tops of his ears, but it still shined in the fluorescent lighting.

“Leon?” You watched Leon’s shoulders jerk upwards and the spoon he previously held clanged to the counter unceremoniously. His head whipped around and spotted you, a small huff of air leaving his lungs in relief.

“God, you scared me.” He laughed, and you laughed with him.

“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you up here. You know you have a break room downstairs, right?” For some reason your teasing question caught him off guard, and a faint red tinged his cheeks.

“Uh y-yeah, but the um—coffee’s better up here.” He replied, a cheeky grin gracing his lips. You chuckled and moved next to him, grabbing a mug from the open cabinet, pouring yourself a cup.

“How’s your day going?” Leon spoke after a few seconds, and you smiled giddily down into your coffee at the mere fact that you were having a conversation with him. But then the conversation from seconds ago with Jill came back to mind and your smile dropped as you suddenly became nervous.

“Gine.” You look at Leon and he has an amused smile on his face, a perfect eyebrow raised. Why is he looking at me like that? Is there something on my face??! Wait—GINE??

“FINE! I meant fine. I was gonna say good but then I said fine for some reason,” you felt your face get hot as you babbled in your flustered state, “um. A-Anyways, how are you?”

“Gine.” His smile widened into a cheshire grin and you smacked his shoulder, eliciting a giggle from the officer in front of you.

“Shut up, Kennedy! I’m going back to my desk.” Your face got hotter as you grabbed your mug from the counter beside you.

“No, stay! Have a cup of coffee with me.” You looked back up at him and his cheshire grin was now a soft smile. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, and he turned towards one of the small tables in the corner of the room, motioning for you over his shoulder.

“Come on, it won’t hurt to take a little break.” Leon sat in one of the chairs and you felt yourself moving to the opposite chair before you could even make up your mind. Only Leon could have this effect on me.

“Only because I like doing charity.” You sighed, and he raised his brows in mock surprise.

“Excuse me, but weren’t you the one begging me to take an extra hour for lunch last week?” Leon crossed his arms on the table, leaning towards you, and you glanced at his muscles bulging in his shirt before you quickly rolled your eyes.

“That taco truck only comes once a month, y’know!” You pointed a finger at him in playful anger, and Leon chuckled, a smile gracing his luscious lips.

“You just don’t wanna admit you like spending time with me.” His smile suddenly turned into a playful pout, and Jill’s words suddenly filled your mind again. ‘I knew from the second I had to witness that first flirt fest that you guys liked each other.’

Jill is the most observant person I know. She couldn’t be wrong. Unless she was teasing me, but she knows how much I like him.. Does he like me? Nobody else jokes around with me like this. Except maybe Chris, but he’s an idiot and Leon definitely isn’t an idiot, and oh god he’s staring at me I forgot to talk he’s so hot-

“Hey, you okay? I was just kidding.” Leon had concern written all over his face and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about something.” You said, and Leon raised a suspicious brow.

“And what would that be?” That you like me which is impossible because you’re you and I’m me and Jill has to be wrong!

“Just something Jill said, her and Chris have been teasing me about this crush I have.” Something in Leon’s expression fell suddenly. Oh god why did I say that-

“Oh.. Well, what did she say?” It was silent for a beat, then you decided to test her theory out.

“She’s convinced that my crush likes me back, but I don’t know..” you bite your lip and you watch his eyes glance down at the action, but quickly glance back up at your eyes.

“Well,” Leon clears his throat, “I think any guy would be lucky to say that you have a crush on them.” You feel a blush fill your cheeks and you smile softly at him.

“Thanks, Leon.” You notice his cheeks get red as well, and he gives a shaky chuckle before looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, are you gonna tell me who it is or are you gonna leave me hangin’?” Leon asked, and you swear your heart stopped. Your mouth open and closed like a fish out of water, and Leon’s eyebrows furrowed.

“U-Uh… I um- well you see-” Before you could embarrass yourself any further, Chris barged into the break room with Jill following, looking up at her boyfriend with an expression of frustration.

“I just wanna see if I can catch them making ou-” Chris stops in the doorway at the sight of you and Leon sitting innocently across from one another, “oh,” his excited expression dropping quickly into disappointment. Jill’s hands were wrapped around his arm as she bumped into his side at his abrupt stop, frustrated eyes turning sympathetic as she shifted them from Chris to you.

“Excuse us.” Jill says, yanking on Chris’ arm and they were gone just as fast as they appeared. Thankfully that little stunt, which you were totally gonna kill Chris for, cured your nervousness.

“I swear he was dropped on his head or something.” You deadpanned, and Leon laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I tell myself the same thing every day.” You laughed together, and after the laughter died down you sat in a comfortable silence. You were tapping your coffee mug with your finger gently, staring into the tan liquid in thought.

“You don’t have to tell me who it is,” Leon spoke quietly, and your eyes shot up to his, only he wasn’t looking at you anymore—“if you like him I can bet anything he’s a good man, and I’m happy for you.” And in that moment, witnessing Leon’s failure to hide his sadness in his smile, you knew.

Leon Kennedy liked you.

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[A/N] hey guys! let me know if i should write a pt 2?? maybe?? potentially???? i really liked writing this one !!

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[thegreatestsandwich]

I think it would be really cute if the reader goes to the dance with Xavier and before they enter, she quietly smoothes/fixes his tie because he couldn't do it perfectly the first time

I’d kiss you as the lights went down (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You were so ready for Rave'N dance that you even took the time to look at videos on how to tie a tie properly

Warning: FLUFF and the reader being a completly sweetheart that must be protected and loved by all of us

A/N: At this point, I want to love him as much as I love Namor

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were so ready for this dance, you even went out of your way to pick the perfect dress and watch several (more than fifty-seven hours’ worth of) videos of how to do the perfect make up. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to do the perfect hairstyle. Enid still demanded to be in charge of it. How to be able to walk in heels and not kill yourself in the moment. Enid wasn’t able to help you with that.

You even casually invited your boyfriend to the dance as your date.

You finished gluing the letters you carefully cut from Enid’s magazines to your cardboard. It wasn’t perfect, in fact, it looked like one of those serial murderer’s notes they mail to their victims families. Even Wednesday highly praised you at your skills.

“If whatever you decided to do after finishing this hell doesn’t work, you have a great opportunity as a serial killer.” She emotionless stated as she fetched the aromatic salts from her desk, walking towards the passed-out Enid.

“You think he’ll say yes?” You asked her as Wednesday crouched and place the small vial on Enid’s nose. “What if he says no?”

Wednesday stared at you. “He is your boyfriend.”

“He could still say no, y’know?” You shrugged, placing the cardboard on Enid’s bed. “Xavier it’s kinda like a wildcard.”

“He says no and I will cut his dick off his body and feed it to my spiders.”

You smiled. “That’s the most compliment-thingy you had ever said to me.”

“Don’t push it.”

You began pacing inside of his room, the cardboard firmly against your chest as you practiced how to asked him to the dance.

“Baby, you’ve been walking in circles for the last,” He checked his watch. “fifteen minutes, what’s going on? Am I missing something?”

You ignored him, completely absorbed on your mind.

‘Would you go to the dance with me?’ No, too bland.

‘Oh Xavier, my beautiful and sexy boyfriend, would you give me he honor to accompany me to the gracious event that is the dance?’ No, that would increase his already huge ego.

Xavier sighed, throwing himself on his bed, his arms covering his arms. “Baby, c’mon, I invited you here so you could do the thing you do with your hands, the scratching on my head, I want to nap.”

‘Xavier, you, me, dance, yes?’ Possibly, simple, direct. But not quite yet.

“Baby, c’mooooon.” He groaned.

“Shhh, I’m thinking.” You responded, not stopping with your pace.

“You are giving me a headache, and not a cool one.” He said, his eyes following your movements, “What’s with the cardboard anyway?”

“Shh, I’m thinking hard.” You ignored his complains. Why couldn’t you think of a cool way to ask him out? Why man are so difficult?

‘Because they are stupid.’ The voice of Wednesday sounded inside of your head. You halted your pacing and Xavier sighed in relief…but it didn’t last as you began pacing again.

“Did something happened?” He asked you. “Just tell me the name and I’ll hit him later after our nap, just come to the bed.”

“Xavier.” You said, making your way to him, climbing on his bed and sitting on his stomach, both of your legs at each of his side. His hands quickly grabbed your thighs, a huge smile on his face.

“Well, I’m not complaining on the change of plans.” He tried to sit up to kiss you but you force him back on his bed. He frowned. “Is this some kind of roleplay I don't know about?”

“Shut it stupid.” You close your eyes and nod at yourself. “I have this huge speech, so you better keep quiet and let me say it.”

He tapped playfully at your thighs. “I’m all ears babe. All yours.”

“Ugh, don’t call me babe, it remind me of a huge humanoid in the shape of a fetus.” You groaned, your hands quickly turning over your cardboard, Xavier read it and smiled in amusement. “Go to the dance with me.” You demanded.

He waited for a few seconds, watching your face. “Wait…that’s the whole speech?”  You nodded. “So you prepared for a whole fifteen minutes and you came up with that?”

You frowned. “You are being mean, asshole, if you don’t want to go with me just say so.”

Xavier sat up, carefully placing your cardboard behind him. “Baby, of course I will go with you, I mean if I didn’t want to then I wouldn’t had asked you last week.”

“You did?” You asked him confused. “When?”

It was his turn to stared at you. “Yes? Dude, I asked you when you decided to visit me into my archery practice? You even made fun of me because I didn’t have a cardboard to asked you out.”

Oh yeah, that happened.

You waited for him outside of your room, Enid and Wednesday already left minutes ago. You huffed as you saw the clock on the wall. Five minutes late, you were going to kill him.

“Wow.” A voice sounded behind you, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, your brow arching expectantly. “You look…”

“Amazing, I know.” You poke his chest with your finger. “You are late.”

Xavier laughed, “Baby, I’m only five minutes late, that isn’t late-late, it enters the category of fashionable late.” He offered his arm and you link yours with his. “Now c’mon, I bet that Kent has already spike the drinks or something.”

You hugged his arm and he kissed your hair. “Well shit, he doesn’t know what good alcohol is, no matter if I hit his face with it.”

Xavier shrugged. “Meh, don’t want you to get drunk though.”

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because you are a silent drunk, you totally ignore me and that breaks my feelings.” He cheekily smiled.

“Idiot.” You rolled your eyes.

“Love you more, baby.”

Xavier guide you towards the dance, everybody already dancing to the weird choice of music director Weems deemed good enough for this. You sighed but decided to just stick next to your boyfriend, who was more than happy to hold you closer to his body. That’s when you noticed his tie.

‘At least he made an attempt to do it himself.’ You thought as you separated yourself from him. Xavier frowned.

“Your tie sucks,” Your hands went to undo it quickly. He tried to stop you but you gently shushed him. “I’m doing it, I already learned how to.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, his eyes watching you with so much adoration. “When?”

“Since I asked you to the dance, youtube has lots and lots of videos on how to do it.”

Xavier watched you tie it, your fingers were a bit wobbly. Clearly you didn’t practice enough and at some point you became frustrated and decided to just make a bow.

“Done.” You simply said, hugging his waist once again.

“Thank you, my love.” He kissed your forehead and guide you to one of the tables, so you could take a few moments alone.

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[natsbaby]

Merry Christmas

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: after being a couple for a little over 5 years, you believe its time to take the next step with your beloved

Warning: nothing!

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you guys are having/had a great celebration either with family, friends or even by yourself <33 sorry is this story is a lil out of wack but i hope you guys still like this regardless!!! :DDD

It’s finally that time of the year where it is socially acceptable to blast Christmas songs and to wear your collection of ugly christmas sweaters leading up to your favorite holiday of the year. You’ve always loved Christmas growing up and this year, you plan to make it extra special by finally proposing to the love of your life.. well, that is if you could actually propose.

“I’m so sorry babe but Fury just assigned a really urgent mission and I might not make it back in time for the holidays”

Now typically, you’re used to this kind of situation with your girlfriend being a very reliable member of SHIELD so its not uncommon for Fury or even Hill to assign Nat on a last minute mission. Hell, you’re normally very chill with that and just let it be but with your plans coming up and the stress of preparing your surprise, you just lost your chill.

“Oh i’m gonna kill that man” you grumble as you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at your poor victim girlfriend.

“I know baby and you have every right to get mad, but I promise to wrap it up as soon as I can okay?” She cooes softly as she wraps her arm around your waist while using her free hand to gently untangle your arms so you could hug her back without throwing a punch. “Please forgive me with this, it’s Christmas after all”

“I know thats why I’m annoyed” your eyebrows furrow even further causing Nat to smile softly at how adorable you look. “Don’t give me that smile”

“I know, sweetheart I know” she chuckles softly as she gives you a soft peck on your forehead causing your eyebrows to relax and for her smile to widen. “I’ll make it up to you, and I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway so-“

“Tomorrow?!” You exclaim causing you to take a step back from Nat’s arms, who tightens her grip on you while giving you a warning look. “Oh that’s unfair”

“I know detka but as I said, I’ll make it up to you when I get back. So please calm down, forgive me, and enjoy our last few hours together before I’ll be gone for a week.. please?” She gives you the puppy eyed look that just melts your heart causing you to sigh in defeat and nod in agreement.

“Please make it back safe alright? I still want to have a girlfriend who’ll come back home to me without a new bullet hole on her” you mumble as you allow yourself to melt into her arms while she gives you a tender kiss on the top of your head as she laughs softly at your teasing.

“Always, baby”

“I’m so lonely” you mumble as you sit in the middle of your living room with Liho keeping you company while you prepare your proposal for Nat. “I know I shouldn’t blame her for this but..”

The meow of response from Liho causes you to stop what you’re doing and glance over to the black cat as he looks at you.

“Yes I know even she didn’t wanna do this but-“ another meow of response causes you to roll your eyes and sigh in thought. “Yea.. she’ll be home soon anyway.. just 2 more days then she’ll be back”

The cat gets up from his very comfortable spot in front of the electronic fireplace and struts towards you, crawling onto your lap and purrs for attention. You chuckle softly as you put down the thing you were working on, and gently run your hand thru his fur. “You know for a cat, you make a lot of sense”

Liho stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and melts onto your lap while you pet him causing you to laugh.

“Okay you lil shit, if you’re gonna stay here you might as well make yourself useful”

To: Y/N <3

From: Natty <3___<3

Hey babe, I’m almost home and can’t wait to see you. Please dont open my gift for you yet, i’d know <3

“Oh please i’m not that crass” You roll your eyes fondly at the text message before shoving your phone back into your pocket. You clasp your hands together as you look around your masterpiece that you spent almost a month on. “Okay.. you can do this”

You hear a meow from your favorite man as Liho jumps up onto the couch and watches you pick up the ring box from the counter. “You know what to do, now come on its show time”

Nat knows deep in her heart that you’re the one for her since the moment you caught a waiter for staring at her cleavage throughout your 3rd date together and had to make sure the black eye you gave him wouldn’t cause a complaint or anything. She knew that you were someone she could see a future with, which is why she was also devastated to not celebrate Christmas with you so when she ended the mission early and could possibly make it before the day ended, she made sure to fly the jet faster than normal.

As she approaches your shared apartment, she could already hear the faint christmas music playing inside. She couldn’t help but smile as her heart warms up knowing her entire world is just right there. She unlocks the front door with her own set of keys, and enters to see your living room decorated with balloons up on the ceiling and a huge “will you marry me?” banner hanging on the wall with you dressed in the dress you wore in your first date- a black off shouldered dress that ends right below your knees with gold accents throughout the bottom half of the dress that looks like little fireworks- right in front of it with the ring in your hands.

She slowly drops her bags with her eyes glued to you and slowly walks up to you as you nervously fidget with the ring in your hands.

“I know this isn’t really how I imagined this to go but..” you trail off, gulping from the nerves before chuckling softly, something Nat learned to be your nervous tick throughout your years together.

“Before we got together, you said that love is for children and that you aren’t worthy of love because of the ledger and stuff.. I told you then that it wasn’t true and that everyone deserves a second chance” you trail off as you feel your emotions starting to bubble up your throat causing your voice to break a little only for you to clear your throat and try to get thru the speech you prepared. “I never told you this but at that moment, I promised to myself and to whoever is out there listening that I’d do anything and everything to make sure that you’d never feel unworthy of what should be the most beautiful emotion out there ever again.. you deserved to be loved by someone may it be me or someone else- though preferably me”

Nat rolls her eyes slightly at the last comment before chuckling softly. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand as she continues to listen.

“I can’t promise a perfect marriage because who are we kidding, we’re literally the two most stubborn people in this galaxy” you start as you couldn’t help but tease, allowing Nat to laugh out at the truth behind that causing you to smile. “But I can promise you to always be here, waiting for you to come home everyday and to love you with my entire being and more because while I know I dont have the power to fight bad guys, I do have the power to love you the way you deserve so.. Natalia Romanova.. will you marry me?”

“Oh sweetheart” Nat starts as she gets down on her knees in front of you so she could cup your face, wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks with the pad of her thumbs. “Yes I’ll marry you”

“Really?” You can’t help but ask as your eyes light up. Nat couldn’t help but melt at the sweet innocence you have and grins as she nods.

“Of course, I wanted to propose to you when I got home” your eyes widen at the confession as you watch Nat take out the ring from her bag and you both laugh at the possibility of having the same proposal plans. You put the ring onto her finger as she does the same to you, allowing the other to just admire the rings on your fingers.

“Gosh I love you so much Nat, Merry Christmas” you say with so much emotion that she couldn’t help but swoon at the thought of marrying someone like you. You wrap your arms around her neck as she wraps her arms around your waist, resting your forehead against hers as she gently gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“Merry Christmas detka, everything I have and everything I am is all yours”

#natalia romanova x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanova x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natalie rushman x reader #natasha romanoff imagine

[threadsun]

Sleepy Asks: "Okay so i know i said i wouldnt make any requests unless asked for but i grasp the hem of your chair. Please sir I need Jean at his worst. I want to know what he would say when manipulating. I need to know how this man speaks. How he Feels. What he would DO

-Sleepy, local terrible Jean simp"

Content: manipulation, sexual assault, victim blaming, trauma kink, noncon, degradation, creampie

Hey, woah... Are you crying, Sweetheart? Okay, okay, let me just put my book down. You can sit in my lap and tell me all about it, okay?

It's alright. It's alright, I'm here. Come on, let me hold you and you can calm down a little. Whatever happened must've been really scary to get you all shaken up like this.

Oh sweetheart, start from the beginning. Tell me exactly what those men did to you. I want to know everything.

Shhhh it's okay, I'm here. I'm here, and I won't let them touch you. Just... I need you to tell me what happened, okay? To tell me what they did.

No, no, don't push my hand away, baby. I'm just trying to make sure I know exactly where they touched you. You didn't let them go all the way, did you?

Doesn't this feel better? Feeling my touch on you instead of theirs? It's okay to cry, sweetheart. You're so pretty when you cry. Now tell me more about exactly how it felt when they touched you like this...

Keep talking. Don't worry about me, I'm just getting rid of some of these pesky clothes. I'm still listening. How turned on did you get when they were groping you? Did it feel good? Did you feel bad? Were you disgusted with yourself for enjoying it?

Look at that. That little wet spot. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Being touched like that. You liked it. Don't try to deny it. We can both see how much you liked it.

There we go, now I can see all of you. Now, I'll keep touching you and you tell me to stop when I get to a place they touched.

Here? Oh sweetheart, I didn't realise you were such a slut, letting people grab your ass like this. Go on, you can cry all you want. You're the one who came to me to talk about this.

What am I doing? What does it look like I'm doing? Clearly they didn't finish the job, so I have to. Going to make you forget all about those men. Give you something really worth crying about.

Fuck baby, you're so tight. Go on, keep crying for me. I love the way you shake, that cute little vacant stare. Don't make me slap you, I won't let you pretend this isn't happening.

So what did you do to make them grab you, anyway? Don't argue with me. You must've done something to entice them, you little slut.

Don't pretend you don't want this, sweetheart. You wouldn't have come crying to me if you didn't want me to be the one touching you. Besides, look how much you're enjoying this, you're dripping all over my lap...

Fuck, sweetheart. Go on, sob for me. How can you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you're already so fucked up? So perfectly ready to be used?

Oh yeah? This is worse than what they did? Good. I want you to hurt. I want you to cry. I want you to see me fucking you like this every time you close your eyes.

Keep begging me to stop like that sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum. Go on, cry your pretty eyes out.

Ah, fuck... hah... didn't expect you to cum first. Really proves that you were asking for it, though. Isn't that right, sweetheart? You wouldn't cum all over my cock if you didn't want me fucking you.

Gonna... fuck, gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Keep crying. Yeah, just like that. Fuck fuck fuuuuuck...

Filthy whore. God, you're dripping with my cum. Disgusting. Don't you have any shame?

Get off my lap. Oh don't be dramatic, I didn't push you that hard. Now go clean yourself up, pathetic slut. No one wants to see you like this.

Oh, before you go. Make sure you remember... I'm the only person you have left. So next time something like this happens, I expect you to come crawling right back to me. Got it?

Good. Now fuck off.

#swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Pure Masculinity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warning: newspaper gossip, Bucky with long hair, allusions to cheating, pregnancy

Summary: You find an old photo of Bucky in the newspaper

You sat at the kitchen bar sipping your tea while lazily flipping threw the newspaper that laid on the coffee table. “Nothing new?” Pepper sat next to you with her own mug of steaming brown liquid. You shook your head. “You know since you and Tony married nothing scandalous is on the gossip side. I miss the days when you and Tony dated but weren’t public and the media would go wild with speculations.” Pepper snorted into her mug giving you a side eye. “Maybe you should start to fill that gossip column. It could be fun. We could start betting who your next lover gonna be like me and Tony did.”

Your eyes widened. “Why wasn’t I invited?! This could have been so much fun. Now I have to bet on when baby Stark is being conceived.” You looked over to her and raised your hands. “Only if you guys want that. You two is also a perfect family. And you got me. You feral chaotic child you found in the woods.”

Pepper threw her head back at your comment about yourself. She clutched her stomach and had to bend over to relief some of the pain from laughing so loud.

Bucky was in the hallway when he heard the hysterical laughter of Pepper and you. Slowly he crept into the room to look what was going on. For once he thanked his spy training so he could noiselessly creep into the room.

You were joking about a newspaper article when he suddenly stopped. “Huh. Look at this paragraph. The Winters Spouse. None existing or is he Captain Americas “best friend”. Oh my god they found their newest victim.” You cackled into your mug while Pepper read over the article.

“I once told Tony if I would leave him it was for him. He is just…damn! You know?” Your eyes widen. “Tony didn’t take it well, did he?” Pepper shook her head, “Not in a bit. He slept in the lap for a week and ignored me for the time. But he missed me too much to ignore me the whole time.”

Your schoolgirl giggles made Bucky’s cheeks turn a shade of pink. He had the biggest crush at you after Steve rescued him. You were there every step of the way for his therapy. Always video chatting after a session while he was in Wakanda.

“You know, this picture just sparks pure masculinity.” You looked over to the redhead while biting your lip. Bucky had to control every ounce of his being to not give himself away. His self-restraint was on thin ice.

Pepper grinned, “Makes me want to swoon.” You hummed while taking a sip of your coffee, “Same. I’d die to fall into this arms.” You groaned at the thought of the super soldier’s arms carrying you around.

“Sadly we are both married woman.” She hummed. You nodded with her. “Sadly. But think about it. My husband looks a lot like him. But he is missing the long hair.” You sighted while taking another sip from your mug.

Bucky couldn’t hold back his snort and let it out. Startling both you and Pepper. You turned on the stool to glare at the man who disrupted your gossiping. “James! I told you not to sneak up on me! It could be any day now!” You pointed at your very prominent belly.

Bucky pouted at you as he walked over to you. “I am so sorry, hun. Won’t do it until the kid is screaming and kicking.” He kissed the side of your face while sneaking his arms around your waist as best as he could.

You turned to him and pointed at the paper laying untouched on top. “Did you know you were Steve’s boyfriend?” His already big smile grew bigger. You scoffed at him as he snuggled closer. “I’m a little saddened that you are seeing other women behind my pregnant back. How could you. And with a supermodel with very fake lips.” You held up the paper to show him the picture of said model. You scoffed at him and turned to pick up your mug again. He knew you were acting but he played along. “Love, I don’t know who that woman is. I exclusively date crazy, powerful woman with telekinetic powers who were found in the forest by their brother-figure and his wife.”

Pepper, who was watching the whole scene play out had to smirk. Slowly she made her way out of the room to walk to her husband’s lab. He was tinkering away on a suit when she entered. “You should watch the kitchen footage. They are too cute.” Tony looked over his shoulder with a scoff. “I had an appointment with the dentist last week. I don’t want another seal because of their sugar sweetness.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fic #bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james barnes fluff #james barnes x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes

[archivalofsins]

It still amuses (enrages) me that people are really out here concerned about Shidou being put down by the child-

Shidou the man who said this to the child,

22/10/24 (Shidou’s Birthday)

Amane: ……Kirisaki Shidou. How long do you plan on continuing this foolish behaviour?

Shidou: I wonder what you might be referring to there. I’m just doing what I need to do. If anything, I’d be happy if you would lend me a hand.

Amane: I warned you. I can no longer turn a blind eye to this wickedness taking place right in front of us. You’re bringing ruin unto yourself. Do you understand?

Shidou: No, I don’t understand. It’s my job as an adult to teach you that throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to make everything go your way. If it’s a test of endurance you want, I’m happy to oblige, Amane.

If he believes it's his job to teach Amane just like (her mom) a parent would and has voiced that is what he's going to do then I say let him try. He's not going to stop attempting to do that or respect Amane's personal boundaries just because she's guilty again.

Seeing people go what about Shidou he's in real danger only elicits this reaction from me at this point,

"Weird to admit that Shidou can't even fold laundry, let alone a twelve year old but not all characters are built the same, I suppose... Some are just built weak."

I'm not making light I feel it's a very real concern to have. I don't think Shidou could fold an omlette correctly let alone another person regardless of age. I mean a good deal of his victims were unconscious after all. He's not one to really face people head on. However taking into consideration he had the gall to say this in my opinion he can fucking figure it out on his own.

I'll let him stand by those words. I have no problem with watching a dude who has continually fucked around find out. He's either about what he said or not, in my opinion. If he can't handle the consequences of his own mouth, I don't know what to tell anybody that's a communication issue of the highest caliber. If people are going to treat Amane like such an imminent threat to the adult male's safety well we might just need to start pondering if Amane should have been the guard instead of Es considering how they were laid out by Mikoto in trial one.

It's just such an asinine talking point it's laughable not because I don't think Amane could do it but simply because if Shidou is taken out by a child, that says a lot about him. I wouldn't be going anywhere, so freely announcing how easy to kill a character I like is. That's just raising death flags. Plus, it's just a bit embarrassing. I feel sad for this man like a good deal of people looked at him and said he's putty he can't put up a fight. That child is gonna flatten him like recyclables. Shidou Kirisaki has glass bones and paper skin and Amane is the pebble that will trip him and cause everything to break and tear.

Oh, does the baby need a bottle? Here I was thinking the only child in Milgram was Amane. Let me go get our fragile baby boy that and warm blankie. Oh, did Shidou-widou get a boo-boo does the doctor need Milgram to kiss it better. Shidou certainly talks a big game for someone who needs big old Milgram to intervene on his behalf and enable his continued harassment of this child as he projects what he used to have on her.

As anyone can see I'm super sick of having Shidou impact Amane's verdict. Simply because it's not about him and if it needs to be that says a lot about his competence as an adult, a person, and a character.

#gunsli rambles #vent #one of his songs is called throw down but that's something a lot of people seem to understand he can in fact not do

[razputin-vodello-au-archive]

Prompt" the interns being largely unsupervised teenagers with access to a shared space wind up playing truth or dare hilarity and embarrassment ensues

Maybe not precisely what you asked, but hey, I managed to finally write this story.

With the Summer Vacation in sight, there wasn’t much to do for the Interns these days, besides relaxing and having fun before. Wich means, going to see movies with everyone, just hanging out anywhere doing whatever, or for those with romantic partners: going on dates.

Today, Raz and Lili were out with the former’s parents – both adoptive and biological, which meant that the older teenagers had the kingdom for themselves, which meant they could do things they usually couldn’t do when the younger kids were around.

Like Truth or Dare, the way it’s meant to be played: with embarrassing questions and humiliating dares. Which is what they did. The evidence of previous dares was quite obvious. Morris was wearing one of Lizzie’s dresses. Adam had his mouth duct taped, until it was his turn again. Sam …was invisible.

Right now, it was Dion’s turn, and he was regretting picking Dare while Lizzie was the one choosing what to do. He scowled at the bottle Lizzie had in her outstretched hand. “I am not doing it. Not in a million years.”

“Then you have to take the punishment, and buddy…” Lizzie grinned slyly. “You don’t want that.”

“Believe me, you don’t.” Norma commented, her arm resting securely around her girlfriend’s waist.

“It’ll be much more pleasant than dyeing my hair …that!”

Frazie let out a groan. “Dion, you’re acting like she asked you to do something terrible.”

“It is!”

“It’s hair dye!”

Dion’s dare was to dye his hair in an outrageous color, and he was not happy with it.”

“C’mon Dion, do it for me.” Gisu cooed, winking at her boyfriend. “I think you’ll look amazing.”

Dion glared at the bottle for a few moments more, before he let out a sigh and snatched the bottle out of the Punk’s hand. “I’m gonna make you pay for this.” He stood up with a growl and made his way towards the Interns’ Bathroom, grumbling all the way.

“Instructions are on the bottle, you big baby!” Lizzie called out with a smile that would’ve made the Cheshire Cat jealous.

Dion stopped in the doorway to look over his shoulder, throwing Lizzie a look like he wanted nothing more for her to just drop dead then and there. With a final grumble, he entered the bathroom. The moment the door slammed behind him; the rest of the Interns started snickering.

“You’re a cruel woman, Lizzie.” Gisu commented.

“He’s gonna look awful.” Invisible Sam’s voice said.

“It’s party dye, it’ll wash out.” Lizzie noted with a shrug.

“But Sparkly Neon Lime Green?” Morris questioned. “Why do you even have that?”

“Reasons.” Lizzie answered curtly, before turning to Adam. “Your turn, which means you can ungag yourself.”

Adam let out a groan in relief, and tore the tape from his mouth. “Finally, freedom.” He cried out, running his hand over his mouth. “Okay, let’s see who my victim is.” He snapped his fingers, making the bottle in the middle of their circle spin around. A few moments later, the tip landed towards …Norma.

“Oh, great…” Norma cheered in a deadpan voice. “Okay, Tr- “

“You already took two truths in a row.” Lizzie interrupted her, grinning from ear to ear. “You need to pick a dare, or you’ll get a Special Punishment.”

Norma shuddered. She had seen Gisu’s punishment, and she was in no hurry to get one of her own. “Okay, you win. Dare.” She sighed. “Lay it on me.”

Adam rubbed his chin in thought, humming as he tried to come up with a dare. His eyes lit up with mischief. “I dare you to …” He grinned slyly. “…kiss Gisu.”

Norma raised an eyebrow, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks, ignoring the exasperated gasp of mock shock. “That …that doesn’t seem too bad.”

Adam raised a finger. “For 30 seconds, full lip contact and like you would kiss Frazie.”

Now Norma’s face turned instantly bright red. “What? Seriously?”

Gisu wiggled her eyebrows, a seductive grin on her lips. “Oh, now it’s a party.”

“I have a girlfriend!” Norma stated, her voice breaking slightly at the last word.

“Aw, I don’t mind.” Frazie reassured. “It’s just for a game, after all.”

“But …”

“And it’s not like this is uncharted territory.” Morris commented.

“Yeah, wasn’t it a 7-minutes-in-heaven game with Gisu that made you realize you were lesbian?” Sam asked, her voice suddenly sounding from the other side of the room.

“And even a few times after that.” Gisu stated, making Norma shrink into herself.

“That …was different.” Norma argued, crossing her arms.

Frazie let out a sigh. “Oh, for Pete’s sake…Here.” She leaned over to Gisu and planted a kiss on her lips. She returned to her seat and smirked at her girlfriend’s shocked expression. “There, now we’re gonna be even.”

Norma’s mouth opened and closed a few times, as if she was struggling to come up with another argument. She eventually let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, I agree. On one condition …make it 15 seconds.”

“Okay, fair. You got a deal.”

Norma watched nervously as Gisu shuffled closer. She turned to Frazie again. “You sure you don’t mind?”

Frazie rolled her eyes with a giggle. “Just pretend she’s me and you’ll be smooching in no time.”

“I’m loving how comfortable Frazie is with this.” Lizzie chuckled.

“Hey, I trust Norma, and a girl’s got fantasies of her own, you know.” Frazie stated confidently. “And I defy anyone denying they haven’t had one of their own.” She grinned victoriously when no-one – including her girlfriend – voiced any denials. “That’s what I thought.”

Norma turned back to Gisu, who just smiled warmly at her. She took a final deep breath and nodded. Gisu closed the distance between them and planted her lips gently on Norma’s.

15.

14.

13.

Norma had forgotten what it felt like to kiss Gisu, and how soft her lips actually were. She had to admit …Dion was a lucky guy.

12.

11.

10.

9.

Norma’s hand slowly rose to Gisu’s waist, pulling her closer against her. She relaxed a bit more and leaned a bit into the kiss. Not too much, just enough to make it less awkward. She wasn’t sure if it helped.

8.

7.

6.

5.

A soft moan was heard. Norma had no idea if it was from her or from Gisu. She could hear Frazie and the others snicker, though.

4.

3.

2.

1.

0.

Norma pushed herself off Gisu, her cheeks flushed and quickly shuffled backwards until she was next to Frazie, who was just grinning mischievously at her, her own cheeks flushing a bit. “You certainly enjoyed that.”

“Shut up.” Norma countered quietly, as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

“I certainly did.” Gisu commented with a wide grin. “You’re a great kisser, Norma.”

Norma just groaned and buried her face in her knees, trying to hide away her blush. Frazie threw her arm around her girlfriend and rubbed her shoulder.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Frazie comforted. “I kinda enjoyed seeing that.” She tightened her grip on Norma’s shoulder and leaned in closer to her ear. “But try not to make it a habit, okay darling?”

Norma looked up, a grin on her face. “Oh, and what if it did?”

Mischief flashed in Frazie’s eyes, and a wide grin spread on her lips. “I’m gonna do …this!”

The next moment, Norma found herself pinned to the floor, and Frazie’s lips planted firmly against hers. She pulled away after a few seconds, panting softly. “These lips are mine, and mine alone to kiss.”

“Well, no doubt about – HMMHP.” Whatever sarcastic remark Norma wanted to make was silenced by Frazie’s lips again, this time really leaning into the kiss, letting her hands run through Norma’s curls. Norma’s arms wrapped around Frazie, pulling her tightly against her.

Lizzie sighed and stood up, dusting off her skirt. “Well, those two aren’t gonna play anymore.” She grinned. “Only with each other, it seems.” She cackled as Norma managed to wrestle an arm free and flip her sister off. “So, what are we gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna keep wearing the dress, for starters.” Morris joked, prompting a chuckle from the group.

The bathroom door open, and Dion – now sporting a sparkling bright neon lime green hairstyle, walked out. He looked at the scene before him, with Frazie and Norma making out in the middle of the room, and the rest of the Interns either watching or going off to do other things.

Dion scratched his head. “Uuh, …did I miss anything?”

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin vodello au #razputin vodello #lizzie natividad #norma natividad #gisu nerumen #sam boole #adam joseph gette #morris martinez #frazie aquato #dion aquato #fic prompt

[tragically-jane-doe]

I'll never be able to acutely explain how lovely and disappointing it was that I figured out who the fuck killed Luke with in the 1st few episode chapter thing anyways me screaming about who dun did it in read more thing a ma bob so like

SPOLIERS for the book

Murder in the family

IVE SEEN TO MANY CRIME SHOWS AND HAVE ZERO FAITH IN KIDS LIKE HOLY FUCK NO ONE THOUGHT TO LOOK INTO THE KIDS A BIT MORE AT THE TIME LIKE CMON YOU WANT ME TO BELIEVE THAT GUY HEARD NOTHING WHEN HIS STEP FATHER WAS KILLED MR I WAS 10!!!!

Anyway it was repeated so fucking much guy was only 10 guy was the only one at home like c'mon baby please hear me out kids can be fucked up

But like so disappointing cause I got reced this book offa tiktok and like the ppl who read it said they didn't see it coming and I was so fucking excited for that I was ready to take fucking notes my dude I did I took notes for all of 3 chapters and they did nothing for me because of one simple line that cemented that one of those fucking kids did it

Guy "then you called 999"

Maura HESITATES then nods

Like okay why you hesitating baby why your obvs disturbed bout something it's a very known thing that family usually protects family I doubt you'd be doing this for ur mama

But like I understand her I would probably not cover for my sibling but I understand also low-key love how Maura covered for Amelia and Amelia covered for Guy those fucking kids are nutters

POOR FUCKING AMELIA BTW she legit saw guy do it and proceeded to shut the fuck up about it and then 20 YEARS LATER that mother fuckin boy is bout to air the shit like damn also I saw her I saw her little why don't we air his shit text like girl ffs you would have ended that show so fast if you did

And on a different note in one of the reddit bits this chemical thing gets brought up that can make it look like you've had a heart attack I for sure thought they would tie that shit in with Andrew later on like damn you had my ass but also could've tied it in with guy cause u know the last bit

And maybe a tiny bit it was maybe lazy to do that final meeting like c'mon

I also hope Mitch goes to prison which probs he didn't cause time limits and such which actually I'm not sure if London has that like america does and also on the fact that it was statutory so whooo knows but I know I wanted to smack a bitch like how dare how dare you say oh she was sophisticated motherfucker girlie pop was 15 I don't care if she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth she was 15 and you sir were 21 stop referring to yourself as a kid stop it please

ALSO I LOWKEY HATE HOW BILL KNEW A BUNCH OF SHIT B4HAND it kinda ruined the fun for me but the twisty bit of Luke being Eric and Eric being Jonah was neat I'll give them that

Also fuck Nick just fuck him

A film genius though like damn I actually wanted to see the show and had to remind myself it didn't exist

Imagine how fucking insane it would be if it did it would be so fucking huge (if there is a show like this that's real not like fiction I would eat that shit up) but also I have issues with how true crime media is most of the time cause some of it is a bit dick sucking towards the bad dude which in turn has mentally ill women/girls be also very very dick sucking towards the fucking murderer but also some of it is just fucking gross towards to victims

ANYWAYS IM CONFUSED ON HOW TO FEEL ABOUT GUY AND THAT FUCKING SUCKS BECAUSE LALIA EXPLAINED HOW IN THEORY IT HAPPENED BUT LIKE FFS HE WAS A KID AT THE TIME BUT THEN AGAIN HE BASHED THE SHIT OUTTA LUKE

Also for any of the mentally ill bitchs like moi that's watched criminal minds a million and one times my faith in kids was killed off in the ian Gallagher episode and I refuse to ever watch it again it makes my skin crawl

#murder in the family #booklr #reading #dont mind me ima go search the author and see what else she can make me scream about

[abbatoirablaze]

How To Get Away From Murder, Chapter 9

Word Count:  1.8

Warnings:  none

"Alright guys, you can all go home.  My daughter is coming by and it's her birthday," Annalise said with a grin, "We'll get together tomorrow and work on the case." 

"Don't stop working on my account," a voice laughed from the entrance of the living room.  Annalise turned around to see her daughter, grinning ear to ear.  

"Wow," one of the interns said.  Frank turned around and hit the intern upside the head, “Sorry.”

"That's the bosses daughter, show a little respect." 

"I would love to respect every inch of her," the kid smirked, pushing his luck yet again.  Frank shot him a glare, “oh come on…like any man in his right mind wouldn’t?”

This caused Annalise to turn around, a very pissed off expression on her face.  Ever since Cheyanne had the baby she'd stayed in New York.  This was the first time that she decided to come back to Philadelphia.  And of course, it was on her 18th birthday.  

"I got this, mom," Cheyanne said, her mother letting him come forward.  She made her way directly to the young man who was about four years older than her.  The confidence in her walk turned Frank on.  This woman before him was no child, she was a self-assured, independent woman, and the mother of his child, "Do you think it's funny making sexualized comments at a woman?  At the bosses daughter?  Tell me, what is your name?" 

"James!" he said in a nervous tone.  

"James?" she questioned.  The man nodded and she poked his chest, "Are you aware this office deals with all kinds of clientele?  What if I happened to be a potential new client, a victim of sexual harassment, tell me then, JAMES, what would your excuse be?  Because right now, you’re looking like a liability.  So give me a good reason why my mother should keep you around!" 

"Uh..." 

"WHAT, JAMES," she said in a loud voice, "You don't have an excuse?  What kind of lawyer do you think you are going to be, huh?  Sexual harassment?  SIT DOWN, little boy, and don't say another word unless someone directs it to you.  Do you understand me?" 

James nodded and sat down on the couch.  Cheyanne turned around and smiled, going back to her mother, who whispered a 'nicely done,' as they headed into her office.  

"Bonnie, have James go out and get the discovery file from the DA.  I'm going to catch up with my daughter." Annalise said.  She closed the office doors and Bonnie directed the other interns on what to do.  Meanwhile Frank just stood, watching the office doors.  

In just the short amount of time it's been since she'd given birth to his daughter, who was now 1 year and 4 months old, she'd changed so much.  She was working part time with Eve at her law firm.  She'd graduated early, online, and went to NYU where she was majoring in pre-law.  And every day she skyped him so that Frank could talk to Julie.  

It broke his heart every day that he couldn't be closer to Cheyanne and Julie.  Six months ago, she said her first real word.  Ever since then she would excitedly squeal it whenever they skyped.  'Daddy'.  He was extremely proud of that bit.  

"You okay?" Bonnie asked.  He shook himself from his thoughts and went to the kitchen.  Bonnie followed him in, "Frank, you okay?" 

"Yeah." he said with a grin. 

"Does this have anything to do with Cheyanne being back?" 

"Is she here yet?" Sam asked, coming through the kitchen door.  He had an armful of balloons and an ice cream cake.  

"See for yourself," Bonnie grinned.  Sam smiled and put the cake down.  He slid open the doors and Cheyanne squealed in excitement. 

"DAD!" 

That reminded Frank of Julie.  She even squealed just like Cheyanne.  He pulled his cell phone out and texted Eve. 

'She's here.  Don't know if she told you.'

A few moments later his cell buzzed, 'last update was when she left.  Thanks Frank.  and good luck honey.  Hope she says yes.  xoxo'

He smiled and put his phone away, then reached for his car keys.  He walked into Annalise's office, "I'm going to get out of here.  That okay?" 

"Frank wait," Cheyanne said, pulling him into a hug, "You can't leave.  Dad said he made reservations for everyone for dinner." 

"Oh, I don't want to intrude." 

"Shut up Frank," Annalise said with a laugh, "You are part of the family.  You and Bonnie are coming out tonight for dinner." 

"Happy birthday Cheyanne." Bonnie said, coming in from the kitchen to give her a hug.  She hugged her back.  

Then Bonnie pulled away, "Your dad got you an ice cream cake.  Want to spoil dinner?" 

"Oh god yes." she grinned, taking Bonnie's hand.  She opened up the cake as Bonnie grabbed a knife to cut it with. 

"Don't forget the plates!" Annalise smiled, pushing past Sam and Frank. 

"Women." Sam laughed, nudging Frank.  

"Yeah…" Frank laughed.  They made their way into the kitchen before Annalise called in the interns.  Everyone had some cake and smiles.  Then around six Annalise told them to go home for the night.  After that, they all got in their cars and headed to the restaurant.  It was some Japanese hibachi place.  When the meal was over Frank offered to drive Cheyanne to go get coffee.  Everyone else said they wanted to go home, leaving just the two of them.  

"I didn't expect you to show up," he lied, trying to make conversation, “felt like you dodged the question every time I talked about it!

"Yes you did,” she accused, “You knew I wouldn’t miss coming home!”

He looked at her with fake exasperation, "Cheyanne Harkness, are you accusing me of lying?  To you?" 

"That's exactly what I'm saying," she giggled.  She put a hand over his thigh, "I know every inch of you Frank Delfino.  Your body tells me everything I want to know.  And you’re still a horrible liar." 

"What?"

"Like how you offered to take me to the coffee shop.  You knew damn well my parents wouldn't want coffee after dinner," she smiled, "And how earlier, when I put James in his place, you wanted to take me right then and there.  I saw the lust in your eyes." 

"Or maybe I just wanted to take you out for a latte," he said, pulling into the parking spot in front of the cafe.  She gave him a sideways glance before they both started to laugh.  They got out of the car and went in, ordering a latte and an espresso.  When they got their drinks they sat down at the corner table in the back.  

Frank awkwardly scooted his chair closer to Cheyanne.  He looked down at his coffee, avoiding her stare.  

"Frank…" she said.  He looked up and she caught his lips with her own.  It was a small, quick kiss, but Frank wanted more.  They both smiled at one another while drinking the coffee they got, not really saying much.

"Hey Chey," he said.  She looked up at him again, "I want to show you something." 

"Okay," she replied.  They left together and Frank drove for about five minutes before pulling into a house, "What's this?" 

"It's a house." he replied, getting out of the car.  

"Whose house is it, Frank?" 

"Ours, if you say yes to it." 

"What?" 

"I bought a house...and I put our names on it.  Well, I put your name on it." 

"Frank!" she gasped.  

Frank smiled and took her hand, leading her through the fence to the backyard, "It's got a big back yard, and a pool.  I know you said you wanted to teach Julie to swim soon, so I figured this was a good thing to have.  Plus, it has a deck.  A spacious kitchen, with an island and a big dining room.  It’s got a finished basement and four bedrooms on the second floor.  I turned the attic into a loft." 

He led Cheyanne into the house.  Not only was the house sparkling clean, but it was already decorated and furnished.  Her amazement wasn't hidden, "Frank, did you do this?" 

"I want to show you the rest of the house," he smirked.  He led her up the stairs.  They passed the first door and went down to the last room at the end of the hall.  When he opened it, her hand's left his and went up to her mouth.  The decorated room was for Julie.  The main wall had her name across it in a glittery paint.  A toddler bed, rocking chair, dresser, and a toy box completed the room. 

"Oh my god," she whispered.  Frank smiled and pulled her to him, “F-Frank…this is all too much!”

"That's not it," he grinned, taking her hands again.  He turned her around and covered her eyes, "When I take my hands off your eyes, I want you to keep them closed.  Until I say open, okay?" 

She nodded, "Okay."  

"Don't peek," he laughed.  He led her to the first bedroom and opened the door.  He left her at the doorway and went behind the rose petals, lighting the candles around the room.  Then he stopped behind the petals and got down on one knee.

Cheyanne's POV

It felt like an eternity.  I'd heard a door open, and he left me there.  I wanted to just open my eyes, but I didn't.  I heard a lighter go off, and the room started to smell like vanilla. 

"Okay, open them!” his voice called out.  

I opened my eyes, and my hands immediately went to cover my mouth.  In the area before the bed was Frank, on one knee.  Rose petals spelled out 'Marry me,' and candles were all through out the room.  In his hand he had a ring, holding it out to me.

"Oh my god." 

"Will you?" 

"Are you serious?" I asked, taking a step towards him.  He nodded, getting up.  I nodded as I began to cry, "Yes.  Yes, I'll marry you, Frank."  

He smiled and we were both crying as he put the ring on my finger.  Then he pulled me into a kiss.  I held onto him for dear life.  He lifted me up and laid me on the bed.  I flipped us over so that I was straddling him.  For the past almost two years I'd hungered for him, every single day, and tonight, it was okay.  

I ripped at his shirt, separating some of the buttons from the fabric.  He kissed me as I ran my hands down his chest.  He felt so much more ripped than from what I'd remembered, "mmm, Frank." 

"Chey," he moaned, unbuckling his pants.  I smiled and hiked up my dress.  He stopped me, "wait.  Wait.   I need a condom." 

"No need," I smiled, "I'm on the pill now, Frank.  Mom put me on it last year after I told her I wanted to come home on my 18th birthday." 

Chapter 10

#how to get away with murder #frank delfino

[revengeparasite]

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#personal #sorry for venting again but i’m just </3 #depression is getting worse #or if i didn’t have it at first i definitely do now #anything i do apparently makes me #1. lying 2. victimizing myself 3. overreacting 4. being dramatic 5. being a baby #i was almost having a breakdown on the way home from a nightly walk #where i had to walk alone with my brother #and my dog tripped and my brother blamed me #and wouldn’t stop until i admitted it was my fault #and so i said “i cant even do that right” “i’m sorry” #and he said “stop victimizing yourself!!! your being a baby! oH LoOk At mE mY LifE iS sO hArD iM so SaD #stop lying.” #and i honestly feel like he doesn’t want me alive anymore. #i told my parents about it and guess what? #“your being overdramatic and waaaaay overreacting. stop your fine” #they don’t do anything and i can’t do anything and i don’t know what to do #sometimes i really wish i didn’t exist

[anonymouslosersworld]

Shameless & Insatiable

Shameless & Insatiable

Characters: Shinichiro, Souya, Peyan, Ran, and Wakasa

Warnings; Dom-reader, Reader has a risque type of affection, Public sex, make outs, Reader is kind of mean to Shinichiro and Peyan. Reverse-sexism?

Genre: Smut (m)

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Shinichiro Sano

It took Shinichiro a hot second to get used to someone as shameless as you. But he loved every single moment of how you were, how couldn't he?

On your whim alone you'd dragged him away from Black dragons meeting making Takeomi take over without a moment's notice.

So here he was now, with a tongue shoved down his throat and his hot s/o grinding away on his cock. Your left hand was pushing his face closer to yours while the other was undoing his uniform as he needy grinds back.

fuck he was weak

You finally undone his uniform and quickly shoved it away. Your lips moved to his neck and your hands moved to free his cock from his underwear.

" Aaah fuck!" He moaned as you squeezed his cock. Your thumb massaged the underside of his tip. Your spit began to trail down from his tip to the underside. Every since Shin started getting laid, he stopped all hand action on his own. He preferred your own handjobs you would give him when your mood would strike. The constant pressure and velocity that you going made him want to cum at your order.

"I'm not giving you a hand job this time, you better cum in my mouth before I decide to fuck you."

"y-yes, ma'am!"

Your mouth was warm but your tongue was so wet and slimy. Your throat was so tight and his tip was having the time of his life. You were slurping him, having the time of your life as his thighs trembled.

"nngh!

"OH Fuck! "

"You close already?"

"y-yes! it'ss ssoo good! makin' me feel good!"

"cum then, you nasty-"

"T-thank you! Than-k you baby!"

Shinichiro's eyes go onto the back of his head as he gasps trying to catch his breath. The small whimpering sounds are heard as you lower yourself on his cock. His hands grip your waist as you rock your hips trying to get your rhythm going.

His thighs quiver as you use his cock as your toy. Shinichiro's face struggles to keep quiet but you quickly remedy that.

"be a good boy shin and moan for me."

"b-but i'm nngh!"

"Don't care I want to hear you."

"Shinichiro, Where are you? They're here already!"

You clench around his cock, one of his favorite feelings when you decided to fuck him.

"f-fuuuuck!"

"He's busy Takeomi!" you answer him and you look at Shinirio who's currently losing the will to even have a thought in his brain, "Aren't you baby?"

Shinichiro nods aimlessly, not even processing your words.

"Your so pretty when you go stupid ♡ ."

"What?!"

"He'll be out in 5 minutes!"

"Wtf are you doing?!"

"I'm getting laid!"

"WHAT!?!"

"I SAID I'M FUCKING SHINICHIRO." You bite Shinichiro's shoulder playfully " come back later ♡ ! "

"Mmh! Fuck! I'm c-coming!"

"Or now? ♡"

Fucking him before a fight, was the best feeling in the world.

Souya Kawata

When you suddenly get in the mood no one and nothing can stop you. There is nothing in the world that stops you from seeking the sweet release you crave.

There were plenty of times where Nahoya had caught the both of you in compromising positions and you'd still keep going even when caught. Now Nahoya has made it a self implied rule to never go near you when you have that look that locks on his poor baby brother before you completely wreck him.

Going on the train was something that you both didn't do, but you both decided to go to two cities over for a small getaway vacation after working so hard at the shop.

With time to spare and great boredom being the only thing you currently felt you look up to your poor unexpecting victim. Souya always looked so good in whatever he wore but your favorite look on him was when he was completely naked trembling underneath you barely holding on.

Your mouth watered at the thought and you made your mind up after that. You were glad that today of all days you decided to wear a skirt instead and the fact that last night's activities with Souya were really going to help you today. You scroll through your phone till you find just the right app before turning on a certain feature.

Souya's shocked face made you smile before he tried to hide the pleasure he was feeling.

"No, no don't hide pretty. Let me see your lovely face." you were sat on his lap now with your skirt hiked up to your thighs. Your hands undo his pants and bring out Souya's semi-hard cock. you grab your phone again to dial up Souya's torture as you move your panties to the side before sinking down on souya's dick.

"w-why?"

"because you look so pretty when I mess with you. "

Peyan

Peyan's outfits were gaudy, gaudy as hell but damn did he look good in them. Especially when you're pulling them to get him closer to you.

Peyan looked so delicious when he's wearing his gaudy outfits, his motorcycle, and manspreading, it awakens something feral inside of you.

Goddamn, you were going to eat this man alive, if you kept up the pace you were going.

The both of you were basically eating each other's faces (according to Pah-chin, but he's such a hater. So he's biased). Your fingers gripped the material of his shirt as Peyan's fingers gripped the seat of his motorcycle which you were seating at.

"You look so fucking good, Let me fuck you Pey."

"but we just-"

"it's your fault, why are you flashing your skin to me? You know women get distracted by collarbones."

Your lips nibbled onto his earlobe as your hands began to move lower, down to his legs.

"you should've changed before leaving. It's not my fault you got dressed like whore. Now, Take some responsibility you whore,"

"d-damn! w-wait nngh!"

"don't squeeze me right- aaah!"

Your fingers messed with Peyan's cock over his clothes. You pumped his cock over his pants making Peyan's mouth hanging open.

"Look at you precious, already going weak?"

"Oii!" Pah-chin yells for the both of you at a distance disrupting this tug session.

"Fucking cock-blocker."

Ran Haitani

Ran's fingers scramble for the mute as your fingers wrap around his cock but you don't let him.

"fuck!" Ran gasps for air as his flat ass is in the air and his upper body is shoved down onto the bed.

"Are you listening to me?"

slap!

"yeah, babe are you listening to Izana?" Your fingers spread his ass cheeks apart before shoving a finger in his ass.

"yes!" but it's as weak as Mikey's will to live.

The finger wiggles around his Ran's hole before you decide to actually thrust it into him trying to find the spot that turns Ran into the prettiest whore anyone has ever seen.

Izana drones on and on, while your fingers in Ran's ass begin to increase until he's almost taking four fingers. Leaving ran in an overstimulated mess. Having his ass and balls fondle was too much for him to take before he face-planted onto the pillow to cum in peace.

" There you, all nice and stretched out for me and strap."

Ran's eyes widen at your words

"w-wait!"

"huh? I won't be waiting for you or repeating it so whatever you're doing stop. " Izana said angrily

"Or just shut up and take it," you whisper into his ear like the devil you are. Your fingers stop jerking his cock and start teasing his light pink nipples.

Ran grits his teeth as you pinch his nipples. You roll his nips between your fingers as the tip of your strap begins to enter him. You enter slowly inch by inch, stretching his ass out as much as you could.

"look at that Ran your ass is taking it so well."

"no stop he'll hear."

"Then you better keep quiet baby or I'm going to punish you"

"Is y/n there?"

"yes! F-fuck she's here! fuck its deep!"

"Y/n what's wrong with Ran?"

"I'm fucking him at the moment."

"Really?"

"I have needs."

"clearly."

Wakasa

Wakasa was the perfect little doll in your opinion . His bored expression made you work hard to absolutely destroy it.

That's why he was in the bathroom trying to keep his moans down as the special vibrator you stuffed in his ass kept getting deeper inside of him because he kept clenching and sitting in just the right spots so they'd hit him the parts he loves the most. But now he regrets it all. He forgets you love to overstimulate and edge him. but most of all you love to treat him like a doll that you could breed as much as you wanted. You loved calling his ass a pussy pocket.

Your face was stuffed down his chest as you took in his nipple inside your mouth. His chest was filled with love marks, some were fading but others were recent.

"Can't wait till your Lil pussy pocket get so filled with cum, gonna knock you up waka."

"You'll be a pretty little housewife for me won't you."

Waka would just say yes so you'd fuck his hard leaking cock.

Tagging @propertyoftoman More Peyan content for you honey!

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[stylesyourmine]

no more cuts and bruises ll peter parker x reader (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi lovelies! its nina, and i'm back again tonight because i'm actually in love with andrew's peter parker and andrew himself obv. the garf has me on a choke hold, what can i say? anyways i know you didn't come here for my rambling, onto our fic :)

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cuts and scrapes: nothing more

it was a wednesday night. you'd gotten home from school a few hours ago, and you'd spent your time doing homework and then taking a shower. you just got out, the bathroom circulating with steam.

you lifted your arm and wiped across the mirror to try and look at yourself. black splotches found themselves underneath your eyes. eye bags. you hadn't been sleeping lately. why? a sensible person might ask. it was because you were worried about your boyfriend just about 24 hours a day, non stop. it was just something that couldn't let you sleep. you'd even started to leave your windows out at night, in case peter ever needed you.

you sighed and grabbed the door nob, opening it and walking into your mid sized bedroom. your safe space. you loved your room for a lot of reasons. 1 because it was all yours, and was under your control. 2nd because it made you feel so warm and protected, even if there was nothing actually doing either of those things- except maybe a blanket.

you grabbed the pajamas off of your bed and changed, letting your hair out of the head wrap you'd put in earlier. suddenly you heard a strange noise. you looked, and to no surprise, there was nothing, it was probably just you. until you heard it again.

'what the hell-" you stated walking over to the window just as a figure came in as fast as lightning. the blue and red suited boy still had his mask on, and you knew exactly who it was. peter. holding your hand on your chest you walked over to him, as he slipped his mask off revealing a huge amount of fresh, new cuts on his face.

your eyes widened at the sight of it. walking towards him you mumbled,

"peter oh my god.."

"baby dont freak out okay? i'm fine." he lifted his hands up in his defense, as if he already knew that was going to come out of your mouth next.

"a hi would've been nice too" you retaliated. you couldn't stand to look at his face like this. hurt. it hurt your core to see him like that. your face flattened to one of anger, and woriedness, of fear. your eyebrows furrowed together. you were in protective mode.

standing inches away from his face, your hand landed on his shoulder, shoes creasing as you tiptoed trying to get a better look at all of these new wounds.

"jesus pete what the hell did you do? fight a gorilla?" you just crossed your arms in front of him, really trying not to be mad, which in ways you weren't but still- he'd put himself in so much danger everyday, you just wished he'd think about himself for once.

he chuckled and looked down, and then into your eyes,

"no. just some physco who was running around nyc with two knives in his hands. someone had to stop em." his arm outstretched to unwrap your arms, not liking seeing you all tense and worried. his arm then went up to your face and ran his thumb over your eyebrows, which were furrowed together in confusion. you let go of the tension, and he lifted your chin up to look at him.

"you told me you'd be more careful. more self conscious. you said you were gonna take care of yourself." you couldn't be angry at him for trying to make it safer for people, and for fighting crimes others couldn't. what you could be mad at though, is that he did whatever it took to do so. its like during his missions, he didn't care about anyone else other then the victim. himself being the last person he ever did worry about, and not even then because you were always the one pointing it out.

"i am doing that, i promise these things dont even hurt." he shrugged his shoulders, indicating they didn't. he always had to play tough guy when it came to these situations where you were concerned over him. he hated making you feel that way, he said you had better things to do with your time, but you argued that was what a relationship was, caring for each other.

"oh yeah?" you asked him sarcastically.

"yeah! pshhh, these little-" peter was interrupted by your fingers flicking the top of his head, where one of them resided.

"ow! yup that uh- that actually does really hurt." you rolled your eyes in disbelief. how could not possibly see how much he was worth? you guys eyes glued together, not letting go for anything. they were showing so may emotions at once. you were angry, but also proud, but also nervous because if this is from some civilian in town, what does that man now influence everyone else?

he’d wanted to make you happy again. somehow get your mind off his face. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling your already-close-body much closer. his lips crashed into yours, you pulling away when you felt his face cringe. you opened your eyes to see him touch his lip, realizing he has a cut.

"ah hah! i told you!"

you went to touch his cheek and he hissed quietly, not trying to have you hear it- but you did. why couldn’t he listen to you? you were always right about these things.

you once again examined his face and nodded your head.

your staring contest has finished now, and he went over to your dresser, and reached onto his drawer, pulling out some shorts he'd left for himself and leaving himself without a shirt. you couldn't lie, his abs and his cut up face did look really good. but that wasn't the principle. you knew if you told him that he'd only want them more and not try and heal them.

you perched yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

when he did he smiled and grabbed your hand.

“c’mere, i wanna show you something.”

he threw one leg over the window and onto the fire escape, then the other and then helped you. you sat there with intertwining fingers just looking and listening to the big city.

"i try not and get hurt for you my love, i really do try."

"it doesn't always go well, but this is the responsibility i've been given. i have to fulfill that responsibility. and somehow, some angel made sure you're always there with me."

'what? whatcha mean by that babe?"

your hands started to swing to the loud noises of nyc, like the cars beeping, voices projecting and people being overall crazy.

"i mean, i always think of you when i'm out there. you're always the one thing that's lingering in my mind."

you chuckled, you were somewhat glad.

it was a good and bad thing. the bad thing being blatantly distracted and the good thing was he knew how'd you feel about certain information, so he decided against it.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder. it was blissfull, until you looked back up at his face. you tugged onto his hand, "c'mon. lets getcha all cleaned up."

he smiled at you, while standing up.

a/n: that was terible im so sorry im so tired rn i will be editing this tmr when im fully awake. i wanted this to be smt different, but its fine! anyways please please leave feedback down below it would mean the world to me!

#peter x reader #peterparker #andrew x y/n #andrew garfield #spiderman nwh #no way home #spidey #spiderman #peter parker #spider man no way home #marvel spiderman #reader x andrew garfield #nowayhome #spideyverse #sosorrythis sucked #stylesyourmine #stylesyourminefics #tobey maguire #tom holland #spiderman xreader

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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