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gay-wh0re-slut · 6 months

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When I say angst I mean I’ve read all of your work twice and it’s sooooo good

I need it

OOOHHHHH!!! thank you so so much then! lemme think lemme think!! i hope this one will suit your needs hehe but i’m gonna do just angst w happy ending no smut bc i’m afraid i’m repeating myself so enjoyyy

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rhea x fem!reader

content: just angst, but happy ending! with a kiss probably!

The Feud, everyone called it. You and Rhea had hated each other since the minute you met. Unfortunately, you had some matches against her but the chemistry or lack of made for a good show, so they kept scheduling you to fight. You hated it. You always wanted to stay professional though, so you didn’t want to actually hurt her in the ring, just her ego. You were the complete opposite of her style, girly, flowery, pastels, but you became a heel for her only. Everyone ate it up.

Without requesting, the PA’s would make sure that you were on the completely opposite side of the locker room or in different ones entirely depending on the venue. Neither of you were sure why you hated each other but you didn’t have the will power to figure it out.

One day, the producers told you that you needed to fix the feud for the storyline. You refused of course and you assumed she did too.

“The people want to see the two of you kiss and makeup, essentially,” they said.

“I would rather never see her again, to be honest with you,” you fired back.

“Unfortunately, that can’t happen.”

“Unless she comes to me herself and says that she wants to, which I doubt she will with that big head of hers, I will not ‘kiss and makeup’ for the sake of the story line,” you cross your arms.

The men sighed as they nodded and walked away.

“Do I really have a big head?” the annoying accent said behind you.

You’re kidding, you thought. You turn around with your jaw clenched, rolling your eyes, “you win every match, how can you not?”

“Guess they asked you to play nice, huh?” she walked towards you.

You put your hand up to stop her from coming any closer, “yes.”

She stopped right at your hand, centimeters from her chest. You pull your hand away immediately, what was that about, you thought as your stomach turned.

“And what if I did want to stop ‘the feud’, would that be so bad?” she smiled.

“You’ve hated me the moment I got signed, why would you change now?”

“For the fans…everything I do is for them,” she sounded sincere, but you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

“Oh shut up, you’re here because you bring in the big bucks, not because of-”

“Don’t start,” she growled.

“Did I pinch a nerve?” you pouted.

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them,” she admitted.

You felt a soft spot forming for her but you pushed it down, “I don’t have time for this, I have the first match,” you walk away.

The show came and went, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her. She consumed your thoughts, she made you shake and see red anytime you thought of her. It was exhausting, honestly. Part of you wanted to stop this whole thing so that you could rest but it brought you more fame, and unfortunately you wouldn’t be where you are without The Rhea Ripley.

“Hey…uhm, Rhea wants to see you,” the PA was nervous, “I can tell her no, no problem, though she is pretty scary but I can do it.”

“Did she tell you what she wanted?” you were packing your bag.

“N-no, I didn’t get that far,” they were wringing their hands.

You sigh not wanting to scare them more, “It’s okay,” you reassure, “where is she?”

“In locker room 12.”

“Thank you,” you gave a weak smile and walked out of the locker room. You heard them sigh with relief behind you.

So you started making your way across the arena, it felt like. You racked your brain to figure out what she could possibly want. Does she actually want to go through with this? Does she have an ultimatum? Does she want to beat the shit out of me? All these thoughts ran through your head.

You knocked on the door and let yourself in without a response.

“Glad to see you got the stick out of your ass to come here,” she snickered.

“What do you want, Rhea?” you stood just inside the door with your hands on your hips wanting this to be over as soon as possible.

“To talk,” she gestured to the chair, “Is that okay?”

You squinted at her to try to figure out the game she was playing. You stood for a good minute before you decided to sit. You threw your duffle beside the chair as you sat down. You crossed your legs and your arms as you leaned back.

“Thank you,” she sat across from you leaning herself on her knees.

“Psh,” you rolled your eyes.

“About the storylin-” she started.

“I already said no,” you interrupted.

“And I would much rather not do it either, but I’m trying to be the bigger person here, princess,” she mocked.

Your stomach turned again, “For a heel, you’re too nice sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s a curse…anyway,” she leaned back, “I think we should do it.”

“Why?”

“Because we’ll get more attention. In turn, getting more of the women involved, and you know how we’ve been treated,” she seemed to be quite nice but somehow it made you dislike her more.

“I guess so,” you started to swing your leg, “what’s in it for you? There’s always a catch.”

“When has there ever been a catch with me?”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t be anywhere without your puppy dog Dom following you around on and off screen. He brings you more attention than you could on your own,” your tone was pointed.

“Don’t bring Dom into this, this isn’t about him,” she leaned herself back towards you with a point before leaning back again.

“Whatever,” you turn your head away.

“There is no catch, I’m serious. This would be better for both of us.”

You let that sit in the air for a moment before she spoke again.

“Why do you hate me so much?” her voice was small.

You looked back towards her rubbing your tongue over your teeth before you opened your mouth, “I don’t want to get into this,” you start to stand up.

“Please,” she grabbed your wrist.

You’re shocked at her reaction, your stomach turning again. You ripped your hand away from her grip. You stood for a moment contemplating whether or not you should tell her the truth or make something up. So you decide to ask, “Do you want the TV answer or the truth?”

She shrugged as she gestured towards you, letting you choose. She leaned back once more.

You look at your phone for the time, unfortunately it wasn’t as late as you thought it was so that excuse was out. “Fine,” you didn’t sit back down though. “I hate you because I can’t beat you.”

She chuckled, “You’re serious?”

“…Yes.”

“You’re lying. Now I want the truth, because that was obvio-”

“Please shut up,” you rest your head in your hand. You look back at her as she’s smirking, your heart begins to beat faster, “I- yeah, no I can’t do this right now. We have a plane to catch tomorrow.”

You grab your bag and head for the door. Somehow she beats you to it and closes it, basically pinning you to the door. Your breath hitched and your stomach turned. Only now did you realize that it wasn’t sickness, it was butterflies, dammit.

“I want to know. I want to know what I did wrong so I can fix it. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. I’m tired of fighting off camera, you’re the only person who seems to not like me and I want to know why…please,” she admits.

Your breathing was heavier and you didn’t have much air left. You ducked under her arm and went back to the chair leaning your hands on the back of it. She turns to face you, not getting closer.

“Fuck…Damn it,” you said under your breath, “fine!” you threw your hands up in surrender. You were tired of fighting too, you guessed now would be the time to tell her because obviously you didn’t have to balls to start the conversation. “I’m jealous of you.”

“What?”

“I’m jealous of you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Well…no,” she leaned against the door with her arms crossed.

“Well, I am. You’re so popular, and strong, and your fans absolutely adore you, they’d do anything for you. You get everything you want here and more! It’s ’Monday Night Mami’ for crying out loud,” your face was red and you could feel the tears starting to form but you pushed them back.

She let you continue.

“Even Triple H loves you, the writers love you, everyone loves you. I get jack shit when I walk into the ring. I’ve tried everything to get people to like me, I’m the girly girl who hates you because we’re complete opposites,” a single tear fell down your face, “I’m tired of being compared to the other girls. I don’t know how you do it. So I’m jealous okay, that’s why I… don’t like you.”

She stared at you for a minute before she grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter and handed it to you.

“And you’re too nice,” you added.

“Well that I can vouch for but the rest?” she lifted your chin to wipe the tear away, “I worked my ass off to get here, that’s why people love me I like to believe. Nothing was handed to me though it may seem like it. Like I said earlier, everything I do is for my fans, seriously, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be pushing myself to be better.”

“God this is embarrassing,” you sniff.

“It isn’t, I’m glad you’re telling me,” she rubbed your shoulder.

You gave her a weak smile before brushing off her hand and stepping away from her, “that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to change the storyline.”

“Not even for one match?”

“No,” you crumble up the tissue, “being mean to you on camera is too fun,” you giggled.

“Right,” she sighed dramatically, “it would be a shame if we became best friends and won the tag team titles though.”

“Don’t dangle that in front of me,” you point.

“The writers love a redemption arc,” she kept going.

“Stop it,” you begin to smile.

“Or maybe, we could kiss and makeup on camera for our next match instead of fighting?” she swayed towards you.

“W-we could do that,” the butterflies in your stomach were sprinting. Her eyes were filled with hunger, her stance was powerful.

“Or,” you hoped this was her last suggestion, “we could kiss and makeup right here?” she brushed a strand behind your ear.

You backed away, “What?”

“Oh, c’mon, you don’t think the jealousy was a cover up for the crush you have on me? Even subconsciously?” she smirked.

“I do not have a crush on you,” you lied.

“So if I did this,” she cupped your cheek, “You don’t feel anything?”

Your face got hot and heart beat faster than it ever has before, “Nope,” you lie again.

“Well,” she dropped her hand, “That’s a shame. We could’ve been WWE’s It couple,” she sighed.

“D-Do you have a crush on me?” you asked surprised at your realization.

“No, I just wanted to mess with you,” running her hands through her beautiful jet black hair, you watched as her arms muscles tensed and released with every movement, “yes I have a crush on you, idiot.”

You shook yourself from your gaze, “Are you serious?”

“I don’t care if people hate me,” she scoffed, “but I do care if I hurt somebody, so that part was true. I didn’t want you to hate me because I don’t hate you.”

“I’m so confused right now,” you rub your eyes, “what do you mean you have a crush on me?”

“I. Like. You,” she took a step closer to you with every word. “It’s not hard to understand.”

“But I’ve been so mean to you.”

“I like a mean girl every once in a while,” she smirked. She was now standing in front of you looking down into your eyes. You weren’t much shorter than her but enough to where it made your knees weak.

You couldn’t say anything, you were in shock.

She lifted your chin again to make full eye contact with you, “Now, can I kiss you or no?”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You sure?”

You nodded your head more seriously this time.

She cupped your face with both hands and brought her lips to yours. Fireworks went off in your head, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Your lips danced against hers perfectly as your hands brought her waist into yours. Your heads tilting in sync, from one side to the other, you didn’t want to let go.

Sadly, she let go, “so,” she breathed, “my room or yours?”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #hate to love

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ownlittleuniverse · 9 days

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scenario #2 - the hero’s in deep trouble

warning: wounds, implied violence

“What happened?”

”Nothing… and why would you care?” the hero snapped, having no patience for the villain's sudden kindness.

First, they broke their body yesterday during their fight, making the hero look weak in front of their team. Then they break into their apartment through the window, and to wrap it all up in a nice little bow, they had the audacity to ask if the hero was okay. Like they cared about them.

The villain slowly walked over to the hero leaning on their bedroom door. They softly brushed their hands over the hero’s wounds, making the hero wince. The hero hated the way their heart was beating in the villain’s presence.

The villain sighed, slowly lifting the hero’s arm, taking a disinfectant cloth from the first aid kit and quickly dabbing it over the angry bloody skin.

The hero sucked in a breath, and it scared them. Not the pain, no. The villain being so abnormally kind.

The worst part, it felt… good.

The hero sunk into the wood door, their eyes watching the villain’s handiwork closely. The villain's soft fingers stroked their arm as they tended the hero, leaving goosebumps all over, making their breath hitch.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was doing it to distract from the pain, or maybe they didn’t even realize they were unconsciously comforting them.

”Let me take care of you,” the villain murmured, still cleaning the wounds and looking them dead in the eyes.

The hero wanted them to. Let the same person who gave them these wounds clean them until the hero sank into their comfort.

They were in deep trouble.

The hero’s breath hitched, their body tensing when the villain's hand swiftly grabbed the hero’s chin. The only thing that didn’t completely scare the hero was that their grip was firm but still gentle.

”Then afterwards—”

The hero’s mouth fell slightly open as the villain came closer and closer to their face, their fingers rubbing back and forth.

Their eyes had that glint in them that killed. All the amusement, all the calmness from before had drained from their face. There was only anger left. The hero gulped.

”—You can enlighten me about the handprint on your face that I didn’t leave.”

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annepsilvaauthor · 6 months

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Sally: You're obsessed with this guy, Betty!

Elizabeth: Of course not! I'm just saying that...

Sally: He's insufferable and blah, blah, blah...you've said it a thousand times. But you know what, if he was really so unbearable you wouldn't have kissed him!

Elizabeth: I was drunk!

Sally: The second time you weren't.

Elizabeth: He kissed me forcibly.

Sally: And the third time?

*Elizabeth threw a pillow in Sally's face and left the room thinking about the other times she didn't tell her friend*

Summer Nights (2024)

Glen Powell & Monica Barbaro

Gifs multiple vias, one of those is from @natashatrace . The other ones a I don't remember where they're from 😓. If the gifs' owners are around here, please don't be mad at me. I'll take you all the credits 🙏

#top gun maverick #monica barbaro #glen powell #natasha trace #jake seresin #hannix #jake hangman seresin #top gun cast #hannix au #monglen #summer nights #romcom #shoud I actually write this story?#hate to love #hot hot hot #anyone but you #at midnight

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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Show Me How Much You Hate Me.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings:

- angst

- smut

- fluff

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“Uncle Wayne! No way!” Eddie exclaims, exiting his room after his uncle. Wayne just puts his hand up in dismissal. “She’s coming. End of story.” He states and Eddie huffs in frustration, stomping back to his room and slamming the door.

You and Eddie hadn’t gotten along for as long as you’d known each other, never actually sure of why. You were Wayne’s close friends’ daughter, and he’d grown up with you. It all started out as little jests, but the older you two had gotten; the more serious it had gotten, never being able to last 5 minutes in each others presence without a full on war starting. It had been about 5 years since he’d seen you, after Wayne’s friend had moved to a bigger city with more job opportunities.

Eddie heard his door creaking open, not bothering to flip over and face it. “Hey, kid.. I’m sorry, ok?” Wayne says softly from the doorway and Eddie sighs, flopping over to look at him.

“Why is she coming here, anyways? Doesn’t she have an apartment?” Annoyance laced Eddie’s voice as he stared over at his uncle.

“She did, yes. The building got sold, and the new owners raised her rent; so now she can’t afford to live there. John would’ve let her come stay with him again, but he just doesn’t have the space, so I told him she could crash here until she found a new place.” Wayne explained.

Eddie almost felt sympathetic for you, having heard from Wayne how good you were finally doing for yourself.. But he brushed it away easily, remembering how he’d felt about you.

After a couple hours, the sun about to set, Eddie heard a knock at the door. His heart raced with realization that you were here. He heard Wayne open the door, exclaiming happily at your presence, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Eddie! Get out here!” He heard him yell and groaned loudly, dragging himself from the mattress and out into the hall. Your back was turned, talking to Wayne with your bags at your feet. He tentatively walked into the room, heart hammering loudly in his chest.

That’s when you turned to look at him, eyes bright as your eyes connected with his. “Hi, stranger! Long time, no see.” You grinned, laughing a bit. Eddie huffs, shaking his head as he muttered a quick, “Not long enough..” Your brows furrowed, just barely hearing what he’d said. “Right! Well, uh..” You return your attention back to Wayne, “Thank you, again.. For letting me crash here.” You bring your hand up, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

“Of course! I work nights, so the rollaway is free and as long as you’re up and out of my bed at 6 am, it won’t be a problem! Unless, of course.. Eddie would like to share his room?” Wayne looked at Eddie pleadingly, hoping that he wouldn’t have to make you get up at 6 every morning and wander about.

Wayne clears his throat, bringing Eddie’s burning gaze off of the back of your head and in his direction instead. “W-What?” Eddie stammers, and you glance back at him. “Would you be willing to share your room? So that she doesn’t have to get up at 6 every morning so I can sleep?” Your eyes are filled with worry as you look between them, “I-It’s okay! I don’t mind getting up, but if you’d let me sleep on your floor, Eddie, that would be great.. Just less of a hassle.”

Eddie’s eyes flick from yours to Wayne’s, and he anxiously rubs his hands on his jeans; you take notice, remembering that he always used to do that out of nervousness. “Y-Yeah, that’s fine. You can crash on my floor.” Eddie states quietly, not enthused but trying to help Wayne out.

“Great! Would you like to show her where she can put her stuff?” Wayne asks, hands clapping together. Eddie nods, reaching for the front door immediately.

“Of course! The dumpster is this way.” Eddie states and Wayne gasps. Eddie let’s go of the door handle, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m kidding!” He says, waving for you to follow him. You nod, grabbing your bags and following him slowly.

He brings you into his room, and you immediately gaze around at all the posters, and guitars. He sees your gaze, clearing his throat. “You can put your shit here. There’s a few extra blankets and pillows in the closet in the hall. Go nuts.” He states plainly, and you nod. “Thank you..” You trail off, dropping your bags by the window. You watch as he plops down onto the bed, long legs stretched out.

He looks different than he did when you’d last seen him, his hair is longer and unruly, he has tattoos peeking out of his sleeves and collar.. He looks good, grown up; though he still has the same scowl he always had when you were around. He rolls his eyes as he looks toward you, and you quickly avert your gaze back to your things.

“See something you like?” He says condescendingly, and you shake your head quickly. “Nope, just haven’t seen you in years.” You state casually, starting to unpack your things.

As much as Eddie swore he loathed you, he couldn’t help as he discreetly watched as you made your bed on the floor; shaking out the blankets as you laid them out. He took notice of your changes, your hair was longer, you grew out of your polos and into band tees, and you seemed.. nicer?

You’d taken notice of his gaze, as discreet as he thought he was, but you decided against calling it out; wanting to keep the peace. Just as you put down the pillows, Wayne opens the door slowly.

“Alright, kids. I’m off to work now, I’ll be back in the morning. I don’t want to return to a dead body, ‘kay?” He glances between both of you, knowing how awful you guys used to be to each other. Eddie nods, looking back down at his notebook. Wayne gives you a sympathetic smile as he exits.

An uncomfortable silence falls across the room as Wayne leaves for work; you making yourself comfortable in your makeshift bed. You grab one of your bags, rustling through it mindlessly at your things.

“Do you mind?” Eddie sighs, referring to your rattling. You shake your head, “Sorry..” You place the bag back over against the wall. After a few moments, you start to get bored again, laying back with a huff as you look up at the ceiling for a few moments.

You sit up suddenly, reaching in your bag and grabbing a towel and some pajamas. “I’m gonna shower.” You say, grabbing your towel and making your way into the bathroom quickly. You let out a deep sigh of relief as the hot water flows down your body, relieving your body of the anxiety that has grown since your arrival.

You step out of the shower drying yourself off before you realize.. fuck. You creek open the door a bit, just enough to lean your head out. “Eddie! I forgot my clothes! Can you bring them?” You yell and hear a ‘no, busy!’ through the bedroom door. You groan in aggravation, wrapping the towel around yourself the best you could before making your way to the bedroom.

You slam the door open angrily, stomping in and grabbing your clothes. Eddie’s eyes widen at the sight of you wrapped in an.. incredibly small towel, just barely covering your ass, his breath hitching slightly. “Asshole.” You mutter, returning to the bathroom to change.

When you return, you notice Eddie is fully under the covers now, glaring up at the ceiling above him. He takes a quick glance, instantly regretting it when he sees you in a worn Dio shirt, and skin tight, cotton short shorts. He lets out a shaky breath as he rolls over on his side, facing away from you.

You pay him no mind as you finish towel drying your hair, deciding to mess around a bit as you toss the wet towel over him. “What the f-“ He gasps, before grabbing the towel off of him and shivering. “Literally why?” You giggle in response and his chest tightens at the sound. “It’s not funny, act your age.” You laugh even harder at his comment, reaching over and taking the towel. “ ‘m sorry, I had to.” Your laughter eases up, and you plop down onto the floor, with a hard ‘thud’.

“Ow!” You groan, the floor beneath hitting your tailbone harshly. “Jesus christ..” Now it’s his turn to laugh, keeping his back turn as it heaves with his deep chuckles and you can’t help but to smile at the sight. You’ve never really heard his laughter before. “Serves you right.” He giggles, and you roll your eyes. “Whatever, Munson.”

Both of you fall back into silence, and you hear Eddie rustling around on the bed. You lean over to your small bag beside you, grabbing something before glancing over at him. “Eddie?” He groans, “What?” You sigh, trying to keep your composure. “You smoke?” You ask simply, holding up a joint to his view from beside the bed.

“Since when did you, Miss Goody-Two Shoes?” You let out a breathy laugh, before lighting the joint. You stand up as you inhale, sitting half way on the bed as you hand him the joint. “I’m not that girl anymore.” You state, and he tentatively takes the joint. He glances over at you briefly, before bringing it to his lips. You can’t help but watch the way his full, pink lips part as he takes it between him; your breath hitching slightly.

He coughs a bit as he exhales, handing it back to you. “Jesus..” His voice is raspy as he looks at the joint. You giggle, “Yeah.. City shit is no joke. Makes the stuff in Hawkins seem like lawn clippings.” You take another hit, your body relaxing a bit more into the bed. Your body is buzzing with the proximity, and the fact that you guys haven’t strangled each other yet from being in the same room for this long.

You both pass the joint back and forth a bit, until you’re both relaxed and loose from the high. You found yourself laid back against his pillows, a few inches of space between both of you as your leg dangles off the edge of the bed. “Fuck, man.. City shit is good shit.” He states, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

You hum in agreement, before spotting an ashtray on the side table next to him. Without thinking or realizing, you’re stretching over him; body hovering over his chest as you ash the joint out. His heart races as he takes in your scent, floral and soft. His hands tense at his sides as your shirt rides up a bit, revealing just a bit of your side and stomach as you return back to the other side of the bed.

He looks down at the blanket before back at you, “Okay. Get back down there, don’t want you in my bed for longer than necessary.” He spits, flipping back over. Your eyes widen, stunned at his sudden aggravation with you. “I-..” You shake your head, deciding now was the time to ask.

You stay in your spot, staring down at his back that faces you. He notices you’re unmoving, sighing. “What’re you-“ You cut him off immediately.

“Why do you hate me?” His heart just about stops, you’d known each other for the longest time and this was never a question to be had between you two; not audibly anyways.

“Just do.” You sigh, deeply at his response. “Don’t act as if it’s not mutual, we’ve hated each other since we met; it’s not that big of a deal.” He still hasn’t turned to you, and your chest aches as you finally hear him admit to his hatred for you; regretting even asking the question.

Your voice comes out shaky as you look down at your hands, “I’ve never hated you..” You whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear, and his silence makes you think he didn’t. You slowly remove yourself from his bed, crawling back down onto the hard floor, with only a couple blankets to keep you off of it. As you lay there in silence, you start feeling your heart hammering in your chest; anxiety flooding your body as you realize that not only does Eddie actually hate you, that you felt the exact opposite.

You stand suddenly, causing Eddie to jump slightly. He turns as you hide your face from him, closing the door behind you as you stomp out into the dark living room. Eddie’s stomach drops in realization of what he’d done, yanking the blankets from his body as he stands quickly. “Shit..” He mutters to himself as he makes his way out to you.

His eyes soften slightly as he sees you sat on the small sofa, head in your hands as you stay quiet. He approaches you slowly, his hand reaching out to you before he pulls it away. “(Y/N)? Hey..” His voice is soft, the softest he’s ever spoken to you. No annoyance, no condescending tone; just gentle.

You shake your head, sighing to yourself. You feel him sit down next to you, still not being able to bring himself to touch you. “Look at me.” He urges, gently and you roll your eyes, lifting your gaze to his. He can see that you were ready to cry, the high only heightening your emotions and anxiety. His eyes search yours frantically, not knowing what to say.

You speak before him, voice cracking immediately. “Why do you hate me, Eddie?” Your voice is thin and weak as you keep the tears at bay. He shakes his head, his gaze falling to his hands. His heart is beating so loud he’s almost sure you can hear it, chewing on his lip as he thinks quietly.

“I-I don’t hate you..” He admits, and you chuckle sarcastically. He looks over at you, and you glance at him. “Yeah.. You do.” You state, shaking your head. He doesn’t know how to show you he doesn’t hate you, so with the mix of the high and the adrenaline in his body, he does something he never thought he’d do.

His hands cup your face, his lips pressing to yours causing a surprised squeak to leave your throat, before you give in; lips molding with his perfectly. After a few moments you realize what’s actually happening, your body stiffening as you pull back quickly. “What the fuck was that?!” You exclaim, shocked. His eyes widen, and he stammers; no longer able to form words.

You huff loudly, stomping back to his room to go to bed. You hear him start for the bedroom, his eyes darting everywhere but at you as he enters. “I-I’m sorry..” He says quietly, and you turn around to face him. “Are you kidding me, Eddie?” You begin, anger lacing your voice as you step closer to him. He finally looks up, eyes soft and worried as he sees you.

“You treat me like shit for all of these years, tell me you hate me and act like my presence is a torturous displeasure from hell, and then you kiss me?” He flinches at your words, and the venom that laced them. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes. He just looks down at his feet as he makes his way back to his bed.

You follow him, feet harsh against the floor. “Look, I’m sorry…” He starts, not turning to you. “It was a mistake.” He finishes and you feel the anger building again. “A mistake? You know what? Fuck you, Munson.” You’re surprised at your own hateful words, but can’t seem to stop them. He turns around and looks you in your face, his jaw clenched tightly as he shoots daggers through you.

“Yes. A mistake.” He states.

“I fucking hate you.” It comes out softer than anticipated, and you can’t help but to look down at his lips momentarily. He notices it immediately, like he’s always noticed everything with you.

“I hate you, too.” He whispers, his eyes now on your lips. You make the move this time, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck as your lips crash against his, the kiss quickly turning desperate and hungry. You push him back, the back of his knees hitting the bed and causing him to tumble down on his back, you on top of him. You break the kiss, your lips traveling down to leave hot, wet, open mouthed kisses against his jaw and neck.

“Yeah? You hate me? It that why you got hard when I came in wearing a towel? Hm?” He groans, his hands gripping your waist tightly. “You did that on purpose, huh? Curious to what I’d look like without my clothes?” He whimpers in response as your teeth bite down lightly on his pulse point.

The smirk is wiped off your face as you feel his hand dive into your shorts, his fingers running through your folds. “Yeah? Who’s got you so wet, sweetheart?” His tone is condescending as hell, but you can’t help the desperate moan that falls from your mouth. He uses your distraction to his advantage, his hands gripping your hips and putting you on your back beneath him. You gasp as your back hits the mattress, eyes wide as you look up at him.

“Didn’t really think you had the upper hand here, did you?” He smirks and you bite your lip. “Maybe I didn’t want it, after all.. You’re the one who hated me first. Guess I just want you to show me just how much you hate me.” He groans at your words, leaning down into your neck and placing sloppy kisses to the skin; your legs wrapping around his waist as you feel his straining erection through his pajama pants.

“You know most people start to hate the things they can’t have, right?” His voice is hoarse with lust, causing your thighs to squeeze around his hips. “Yeah? So why’d you hate me then?” You breath out, pushing your hips up against him, feeling the length of his shaft against your slit through your shorts.

“Because I couldn’t..” He grinds his hips down against you roughly, the friction against your clit making you whimper loudly. “…fucking have you.”

“You could’ve..” You breath out as he continue rocking his hips against you. You gasp loudly as he bites your neck hard, his hand gripping your hip roughly. “Fuck..” He groans, the heat from his breath sending chills across your body.

You reach down, yanking at the hem of his pants for him to take them off. He obliges, standing to yank of his shirt and pants as you rid yourself of your clothing. His cock throbs at the sight of your bare body in his bed, your thighs clenched as you watch the pre-cum glisten at his tip. He kneels back down on the bed, prying your thighs apart as his eyes flick from your cunt to your eyes. You whine, trying to pull him up to you.

“Not right now..” You sigh, “Waited too long, need you inside of me.” Your sentences are broken, the lust clouding your brain. He smirks, crawling back on top of you. He wraps his fingers around his shaft, rubbing the tip between your folds to gather your slick. He taps it against your clit a few times, making your hips twitch. “E-Eddie, fuck, please don’t tease right now.”

“What do you want, baby?” He inquires, nudging his head at your entrance. “Oh my god, please fuck me.” You inhale sharply before you both let out a loud moan, his cock burying deep inside you in an instant. You feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes at the sheer size of him, a perfect balance of long and thick.

“Shit..” He breathes out shakily, thrusting slow and deep. You wrap your arms around his back, pressing him to you and bringing your lips to his ear.

“Eddie? You’re fucking me like you’re in love with me..I said.. show me how much you hate me..”

He growls deeply at your words, bringing his hand to your thigh and looping his arm around as he brings it up on his waist. As soon as you’re at the angle he wants you in, his cock starts driving into you harshly, his pace relentless as moans and cries of pleasure leave your lips. His head falls back into the crook of your neck, his groans and heavy breathing muffled into your skin.

“Oh my go— Just like that!” You cry out, nails raking down his back before your fingers dig into his hips. He brings his lips back to yours, kissing you hard and rough to match his thrusts. “I fucking hate you..” He grunts against your lips, and the words go straight to your core, causing you to clench around him. He hisses at the feeling, smirking against your lips.

“I hate you.. I hate you.. Oh my god I fucking hate you..” You whine out and he chuckles, leaning his forehead to yours. “You may hate me, but your pussy fucking loves me, sweetheart..” He taunts, his muscles quivering as he holds himself up with one arm.

Between his filthy words, and his sharp thrusts into your g-spot, you feel the knot start building in your abdomen; your breathing getting heavier as you crawl closer to your release. He watches as your eyes roll into the back of your head, smirking to himself. He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath fanning it.

“You gonna cum already, baby?” You nod fervently, unable to form words as you clamp your teeth down on your bottom lip. He picks up his pace, his release catching up to yours; his hand moves from your thigh, to between you two, pressing his fingers to your clit and rubbing tight circles. “F-fuck!” You nearly scream as you feel the pleasure coursing through you, the knot holding on by a thread.

“Fuck.. Tell me you hate me, baby.” He groans, and you whimper. “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.” You say breathlessly, and that’s when your knot breaks; your head spinning as the waves crash over you, the arousal spilling from around his cock as you come undone completely. He groans loudly as your body shakes and writhes beneath him, the vice grip your pussy has on his cock and the lie you’d spoken to him sends him over the edge; his thrusts faltering as he buries his release deep inside of you. Spilling all of the hate he swore he had for you all at once.

“Holy fuck..” He breathes out, bringing his forehead to yours. You nod in whatever agreement you thought. When he finally rolls off, his back hitting the mattress; you decide it was probably best to head back to the floor, unsure of what just happened.

When you sit up to get off, you feel a hand grab your wrist; keeping you still. You look down at him curiously, “Where are you going?” His big brown eyes are wide with worry. “I though you’d.. I figured..” You stammered, waving to the bed on the floor. He shakes his head, “C’mere..” You stop the grin that almost broke across your face as you lay back down, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest.

You lay your head on his chest, hand splaying against his stomach before reaching up to trace his tattoos. “I like these..” You admit. His hand around your shoulders rubs up and down your arm soothingly.

“You could’ve had me, you know..” You say quietly, eyes trained to his chest. “Me? Yeah right.. I knew you were too good for me even when we were kids. I was just this dirty little trailer park boy, and you were this pink skirt, clean tennis shoes wearing girl.” He tells you, your heart swelling in your chest.

“I didn’t care..” You inform him, bringing your eyes to his. He shakes his head, “I knew I didn’t have a chance once we got to high school, how was I supposed to compete with guys like Steve Harrington?” You cringe at the mention of your ex, shaking your head. “Always wanted you.. But you were just so hell bent on hating me that I didn’t try.” He mentally screams at his stupidity knowing that he never hated you, he just hated that he didn’t think he was good enough for you.

“I wanted to tell you, but I knew you deserved better deep down.” He sighs, and you sit up slightly, your face near his. “I didn’t want better, I wanted you..”

“Wanted?” His voice is soft with a hint of disappointment. You shake your head, “Want..” Your lips are now brushing against his lightly. “Then I’m yours..” He whispers and you press your lips to his, this time it’s soft, and loving, and needed.

“I hate you..” You whisper and he smiles against your lips.

“I hate you, more..”

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sunset-sprinkles · 6 months

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🍉✨TWINKLING WATERMELON ✨🍉

Enchanted to meet you

“the first day i saw you i got to laugh heartily for the first time in a while. the second time i saw you i felt the sound of my heartbeat for the first time ever. the third time i went to see you although you probably had no idea”

Yichan-Cheongah scream Taylor Swift's "Enchanted" coded ship. There's so much subtly, and importance of silence portrayed in the drama. The theme and the characters hit straight to hearts strings , wasn't thinking of watching this drama but oh my god? It's not that the story is something extraordinary - but it's a story which caries emotions at the backend of every characters. Being so close to my parents , I feel this feels like HOME.

" If I hadn’t let Se Gyeong borrow that T-shirt, would I have been the one standing before you? ”

Please don't be in love with someone else

I was enchanted to meet youuu.....

#kdrama #kdramaladies #hate to love #falling in love #headers #love story #soulmates #twinkling watermelon #choi hyun wook #ryeoun #ryeowook #shin eun soo #seol in ah #crush #bts

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dramashii · 1 year

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Bo Ra! Deborah (2022) | Ep 2

#Bo Ra! Deborah #Bo Ra Deborah #Bora deborah #true to love #yoo in na #Yoon Hyun Min #kdrama #kdramaedit #kdramagif #kdramasource #hate to love #again #I'm not going to make a detailed first impression post about this #but I've seen all the four eps already #kdramadaily #k:bora deborah

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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Rivals to Lovers in Marriage Prompts:

(feel free to use<3 tag me when u write 1st, 2nd, and 11th OMFG and 2nd to lasttt omg! requested by @steamorii11 )

"step up your game, babe." they say, tugging you closer. you trace your hand down their chest, "how's that working now?"

"Do you think they bought the act?" "While I kissed you down your throat? They definitely did, honey."

they're laying next to you while they ask, "you think we'll end up falling in love?"

^ when you jokingly reply, "I'd rather kill myself," you notice a strain in their "oh"

"can you please not rub salt in my wound for once and leave?" ".. i actually come offering pancakes and.. warm hugs :)"

finding warmth in their hugs though it isn't supposed to feel like it

"You're a wonderful person, [name]. I'm sorry you had to marry.. me. "

"you're hurting and it's okay, why are you not leaning on me?"

"what if i fall for you?"

hands finding each other's in a nervous situation

"are you faking it-" "i can't seem fake anything when it comes to you, love.."

"I regret a lot of things, love, but I do not regret marrying you."

"I think when i said i hate you i actually meant 'i love you and, i don't know how to tell you, so let me become your rival and you'll somehow figure it out' but am i right here with you in my arms, as my wife/husband and i don't think there's enough words in the world to mention what I'm feeling for you."

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nyxindustries · 8 months

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Hate me Love Me| Tony Stark

Fandom: MCU( Msrvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Hate to love Relationship, Tony Stark x Reader, Tony X Fem reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DO NOT Interact, Sexual intercourse, BREIF language, Explicit content, Riding Tony, Tony taking control, enemies to lovers pairing, Unprotected Sex ( Wrap it before you tap it), slight dominant Tony.

Request: “Tony loves the reader (fem reader please, and she loves him too), but instead of confessing his love, he pretends that he hates her because he thinks she doesn't like him that way, but one day they are alone and she asks "why do you hate me?" and he says, "I actually love you" and she confess too, and they make love and stay together forever?”

| Masterlist |

Knocking on the door, you hear a simple 'yes' from the other side. Opening the door and entering the room while standing behind him as he works at his desk.

"The avengers left for their assignment. Just so you know, we're the only ones here. "You tell Tony Stark, who's sitting at his desk, with a bright light, working on a device.

Turning around, he glances at you briefly and rolls his eyes before turning away

“Okay, cool. You can now leave my room.” He says in a rude and abrupt manner.

“Alright, but don't have to be so rude. “ You say you're going to leave the room as Tony turns around again.

“I wasn't being rude. Maybe your ears checked, L/n." Tony says and you laugh at him.

“You were being rude, and all I was doing was giving you a heads up, so you can avoid me.” You're speaking in a rude, slight tone now.

Tony gets up and looks at you, rolling your eyes, as you turn and walks away as he grabs your hand.

"What is it? You're going to call me a rude name or insult my intelligence again. Ever since I got here, you haven't liked me. I don't care, but please show me some decency!” You yell as him as Tony counters your words and begins arguing and yelling over each other quickly.

Tony and I came to a halt as you both snapped.

"YOU! YOU'RE MY PROBLEM!"

“WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?”

Tony's voice is being drowned out by yours, leading to both of you yelling at each other at the same time. Tony shuts up and stare at you.

“Don't even...” you say as you turn away to get out of his room, as hot tears begin to blur your vision.

"I-... I-....." Tony said he started following you but stopping once you started stopping.

"You don’t want-… What? Say it Anthony because I am tired of this fighting and most of all I am tired-…" you say as you start snapping back at him as he cut you off all of sudden.

"I LOVE YOU…. I actually love you. He says, staring at you, and a laugh escapes your lips as you look away from him.

You love me? You have a really funny way of showing it. You're trailing off as you look off into his room, saying, 'I can't...'

"Look, I'm So-...." said Tony and you cut him off.

"You can’t just say that! You can’t just say that to me! You say as you hit his chest, and Tony sighs out as you hit his chest again.

“You can’t say that! Not to me! I’m not one of your play things! STARK! I’m not that! You can’t throw those around, this entire week you have been more bitchy than normal and you say you love me, that’s not-…. THAT'S NOT FAIR!” You scream at him when you hit his chest once more.

"Not fair…. It’s not…. IT'S NOT FAIR WHEN I LOVE YOU TOO… So you can’t just…… you can’t just say those words to me… unless you mean them and you don’t because you hate me…. Right? Do you hate me” You say breathlessly that your tears have started to fall one after the other as you push him away and hit him over and over until he grabs your hands.

Holding onto your arms tightly as he leans in kissing you. Freezing as you slowly melt into the kiss as Tony lets your arms go as they fall to your side, but you quickly pick them, grabbing Tony face as he slowly pushes you against the wall.

Tony's hands rest on your waist as you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him more. Both by pulling away to get air for a second as heavy breathing filled the room and it wasn’t until Tony started kissing, biting in your neck until you knew what was happening. It felt like a dream come true.

Tony moves away from your neck when you push him away from you, while you then push him onto his bed, making him smile with a smile as you tower over him.

“Are you sure you want this?” Tony asks, and you nod as Tony grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you into his lap.

"Yes.. Let’s just skip to the fun part already! I’ve been wanting this!” Kissing him, as Tony rips your blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere as he takes it off your blouse.

Your hands slip under Tony's shirt and you remove it. Tony slips your back as he unclips your bra with one hand, making you throw your bra across the room.

Tony takes you in as he chuckles to himself.

“'Oh, you're beautiful!” as you smile wide.

“Thank you” you say quietly into his ear before pushing Tony back onto his bed, but he grabs your hips and lower back as he flips you onto the bed.

Taking a breathless chuckle as you grab the sheets. Tony's eye is on you as he effortlessly unbuttons your pants and removes them with your underwear.

Smiling gently as he kisses you, Tony undoes his pants and takes off his underwear when his cock comes alive. Your legs wrap around Tony’s waist as you flip him back into the bed as you straddle him, kissing his lips and then slowly moving down to neck as Tony groans out.

Kissing Tony's chest and making him smile while he brushes your hair back. Back to his lips while you gently kiss him while your hand descends towards his cock. Slowly readjusting yourself as you lower onto his cock.

Tony entering herself and rests his hand on his chest, clutching his hands as you bite your lip.

Moaning out while closing your eyes and slowly moving your hips. Your breasts are being massaged by Tony while your nipples are being flicked at.

"Oh my god... fuck..you're huge." You moan as Tony starts sucking on your nipple as he slaps your butt with his other hand, making you gasp.

Tony's hands were on your hips now as he moved your hips, causing you to moan more as you started to take charge and bounce up and down quickly.

"Oh god!" You moan out as you swung your head back and begin bouncing more and more causing Tony to groan as he watches you and his hands go and play with your nipples and smack your ass.

Tony groans out, but he just couldn’t get enough, Tony grabbing your back as he throws you onto the bed as he towers over you and pulls you in more and into his cock as he begins thrusting.

Moaning louder than you can hear Tony sit up, as his hand pulls you in, kissing your neck and biting you in places you didn't know you would love.

“T-Tony..fuck me…more! Ah!! You say he began moving much faster as he smacked your breasts.

“Mhm, right there! ”As you moan out more as you kiss Tony, and he groans out as well.

The knot in your stomach grows bigger and bigger as you grab the bed sheets as Tony begins massaging your clit, making you moan louder.

As Tony's thrusts become messy and harder into you.

Yelling out, “shit…'I'm gonna cum!” Tony agrees quickly.

“Me too! Where do you want-“

“I don’t care! I’m on the pill! You moan out as Tony grabs your hips tighter as he slams into you as you fill warm liquid in you.

Moaning out as you cum all over his cock, Tony leans over as he kissed as breathing heavily and you look at him,

Your hands run through his hair quickly as he falls next to you.

Taking a deep breath as you begin laughing softly as Tony looks over at you. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because apparently my worst enemy just did me because he loves me!” You mutter out

“I can say the same thing about you. Honestly, you didn't do anything wrong. I just fell in love with you and couldn’t explain it… so I made it seem like I didn’t like you so I can push you away.” Tony says quietly

“I love you” You whisper as you lay on your side facing him

“I am in love with you. Do you want to be together forever? “ Tony asks almost shyly with a red tint on his face.

“Yes. I would love to.”

“Do you want to go to round two?” You ask and Tony laughs as he quickly nods, kissing you as he grabs your hips.

Tony's going down as you already felt his mouth and fingers are already inside you, as you moan closing your eyes.

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sarahowritesostucky · 28 days

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Happy Little Family

📖"A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat: Just like her Mommy"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4407

Tags: dark!Bucky, mafia/mob au, dubcon/noncon, a/b/o, threats and coercion, rape, forced pregnancy, forced domestic "bliss", yandere, kid fic

Summary: You thought you'd left behind the man who turned out to be more dangerous than you'd ever imagined. But one day he walks back into your life and reminds you that, come hell or high water, you're all going to be one happy. little. family.

This chapter: Bucky shows up unannounced at your cottage, shattering the peaceful life you thought you'd reclaimed for yourself and your daughter. He's reclaiming what's his, and he isn't planning on accepting a "no."

Nickname Dictionary: vorishka = "little thief" mamochka = "mommy/little mother" kotenok= "kitty/kitten" omegya = (made up) Russian spelling of omega omegechka = (made up) "little omega" shlyukha = "slut" krasotka = "Pretty(n.)/pretty one"

1. A Clever, Tricky Little Kitty Cat, Just like her Mommy

"And then the knight took the princess away to his castle, and they lived happily ever after."

You're just outside the nursery when you hear his voice, and ice cold fear instantly floods your chest. You drop the laundry basket and run into the room, and there he is: seated in the chair you nurse from, reading one of the antique fairytale books that your mom gave at the shower, holding your baby.

"James," you breathe, horrified. He's been smiling down at June, but now his face smooths out as he looks up at you. He isn't frowning or glaring, but you know him, and there's a storm behind those eyes that makes dread curl heavy in your stomach. "Hi Doll," he says quietly. "It's good to see you again."

Your heart pounds in your chest. You feel sick. One wrong move and who knows what he'll do. You take a cautious step forward, eyes searching James' body and anywhere nearby for a gun. You don't see one. You take another step. "James," you warn,

June makes a happy gurgle at seeing you, and James coos down at her, "Aw, yeah Sweetie. I'm happy to see Mommy too."

Mommy. Hearing that word come out of his mouth, in a setting like this, is a nightmare you've woken from more than once. You lick your lips and hold out your arms, pleading, "Please give her to me."

He acts like he hasn't even heard you, smiling and tapping June's body with one finger. "We were just reading a story. Little lady is gonna be a big reader one day, I bet. Gonna grow up to be real smart." His gaze slides back to you, with what you interpret as a world-of-hurt-coming-your-way look glimmering in his eyes. "A clever, tricky little kitty cat. Just like her Mommy."

A whimper escapes you, unbidden.

June starts squirming in his lap, eager to get to you. When he doesn’t hand her over, she starts to fuss. He coos at her and bounces her in his arms to calm her, kisses the top of her head while keeping his somber, reproachful eyes on you. “You left your door unlocked,” he says. “She was alone.”

She’d been down for her nap when you went downstairs and popped across the street to visit with Hilde, your one friend in the world. It’s so common for mothers to do, in this tiny, Nordic village you’ve settled in. It’s the culture here. It’s supposed to be safe. You swallow thickly, eyes flitting around to try and think of what to do. You think of your gun, so far away. You’d talked yourself out of keeping it tucked behind your bed, so now the only weapon you own is down in the kitchen. But maybe … maybe if you can get him away from June …

“You should be more careful, Little thief. You never know who might break in and take everything you love.”

“The only thing we had to guard against here was you,” you hiss. “And I’m not fool enough to think a locked door would keep you out.”

“You’re damned right it wouldn’t.” He tosses the storybook aside like trash and stands up with June in his arms. “But you are a fool if you thought there was anywhere in the world you could go where I wouldn’t find you.”

You flinch forward compulsively, unable to think of your own safety over your baby’s. “Please, James,” you beg. “Please. Just give her to me.”

“Oh no, Dollface,” he purrs, voice deceptively soft. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and you aren’t gonna want her in the room when it happens.” His hands tighten threateningly on June’s little body. “Whose baby is this?”

You blanch. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Aw. You don’t want me to hurt her?”

“No, please!” The sob that’s been working its way up in your throat finally breaks. It’s killing you not to rush forward and snatch her from his arms. “Please, I'll do anything.”

“Is that so?” He stares at you long and hard. The few seconds of silence are torturous as he holds your daughter away from you.

James is one of the deadliest people you’ve ever met, and he’s capable of horrendous violence, but he wouldn’t hurt a baby, that much you do know. What you have to worry about most right now isn’t him physically hurting her; it’s him wanting her, whisking her away right alongside you, when he inevitably takes you from this place. There’s nothing you can do to prevent your own fate, but if there’s anything you can do to keep him from getting his hands on June, you’ll do it. Your eyes flit around the nursery frantically, its pale, dream-like decorations taunting you as you try to think of what to do. It feels surreal to have a man like James standing in this room, feels wrong.

Your heart leaps when he suddenly moves, but he’s only turning to walk over to the crib, bending and placing June in it with a surprising amount of care. Something painful lances in your chest at seeing him handle her so gently, but when he turns back around to you, all of that gentleness is gone. “Come on,” he snaps. “To the other bedroom.”

You hesitate, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, but he stalks forward and grabs your upper arm, herding you out of the nursery and down the hallway. In your bedroom, he pushes you onto the bed. You land in a heap and scramble to prop back up on your hands, trying to swipe the hair out of your face.

“Whose baby is that?” he demands. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

His Voice. God. After almost a year and a half it should be lessened. The pull you feel when you hear it has no right to tug at you the way it does. You’re not even mated, which makes it all the more insulting. It gets in through your ears and spreads throughout your body, like an invasive plant, growing and sinking its roots into you and tug, tug tugging on your will: Whose baby is that.

You fight the awful urge to tell him, as you rapidly, fearfully weigh your options. It’s hard to think when you’re so frightened, so taken aback. Most people might think it wise to admit the truth, but you know this man, this alpha, and you know he’ll never let her go if he knows that she’s his. Anything, you think. You have to do anything you can to keep her from that life, that world.

Heart in your throat, you insist, “Noone.”

“Noone?” His visage darkens. “Artificial insemination, then? I know they’re progressive and all up here, but don’t take me for a fool, mamochka.”

“It was just some guy! Just a one night stand, I swear!”

He surges in, gets one knee up on the bed and pushes you onto your back when you try to get up, leaning over you and holding you down by your shoulders. “So you did let another man fuck you,” he growls.

You jut your chin out and hiss, “Yes.” (Lying Rule #1: deliver your bullshit with confidence).

“Who? Was he alpha?”

“Why do you care? It was one night in Oslo.” (Rule #2: add in one or two unimportant details.)

“What’s. his. name?”

A bitter sound escapes you (Rule #3: attach honest emotion to it, if you can). “I don’t know his name. I never did. I was just racking up a roster, just wanted to get laid after getting away from you.”

He bares his teeth at you in a snarl, furious, and shoves you harder against the mattress. You cry out and try to hit him, but he catches your wrists and holds them down to the bed easily, shoving you again, one of his powerful thighs pressed up between yours. “You’re mine,” he growls, getting in your face, lying on top of you. “Noone else’s. Not ever.”

You whimper and nod, shaken and keenly aware of his body on top of yours, his strength. James is a massive hulk of an alpha, capable of overpowering you in any situation, and even through your frantic thoughts, you know you’ll never be able to get away from him in close contact like this. He’s so angry, his scent gone thick and choking. You’re too panicked to plan out what it is you’re going to say next, you just wind up instinctively trying to placate him, blurting out, “What do you want?”

He leers down at you. “I want what’s mine. What’s always been mine.” On your wrists, his fingers tighten cruelly. “You’ve had your fun now, and gotten away with it for too damn long. You’re coming home with me, Little thief.”

You gasp as the pressure on your wrists increases painfully, mind flying to that cold, Siberian fortress and the life that awaits you there. You might be able to get away from him before then, but you might not, and you can’t risk June being trapped there as well. “Okay, okay! I’ll go with you, I will. Wherever you want. Just … Please let me give her to the neighbor. Please.”

He smiles nastily down at you. “Oh, you don’t want her to come along? Another man’s pup?”

Tears press at the backs of your eyes at the thought of leaving your daughter behind, but you shake your head. “Please. Just take her over to the woman across the street. She’ll look after her. Please James, she's my daughter. I won’t fight you if you leave her there. She’s nothing to you. Just let her stay where it’s safe.”

Something in his expression shifts, but you don’t have time to figure out what the emotion might be, before he shutters again. He leans down and purrs, “Oh, I don’t know, vorishka [little thief]. You stole some very valuable things from me. And since I don’t see any fucking Picassos hanging in this hovel you call a house, I assume they’re in the wind.”

It wasn’t as though you’d simply been able to run away. Escaping had required finances, techniques, firms of dangerous men hired to plant false leads, erase tracks, ferret you away into oblivion, and then move halfway across the globe and buy yourself a new identity. The bribes alone had eaten up most of the money. You shudder in his grip, knowing that the paintings wouldn’t save you, even if you did have them. “They’re gone.”

“I know they’re gone, Little thief.” He shoves his thigh down against you. “So how are you gonna make it up to me?”

You whimper. “I can’t,” you plead. “James. I don’t have anything.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I can think of a few ways you can start repaying your debt.” He runs one hand down your side, groping your waist as he breathes softly against your ear: “For instance, do you have any idea what she’d be worth on the black market?”

It takes you a split second to figure out what he means, and your heart seizes in terror as soon as you do. You know James is involved in every type of shady, illegal dealing there is in the world, but you’d never even considered the idea of human trafficking. Now that he’s said it, you panic that you’ve made a huge mistake by lying that the baby isn’t his. “James,” you whisper, horrified. “Alpha, please.”

“Oh, it’s Alpha, now, is it?” He chuckles meanly, the sound making your stomach churn. You’re about to say something else, beg in some other, pitiful way, tell him he’s June’s father, but instead you cry out as his hand fists in your hair and yanks your head to the side. His breath hits hot against your skin and he drags his nose up the side of your neck, scenting you. “Mmm,” he hums darkly, pleased. “You spread your legs for another man, but you didn’t let anyone in here.”

You squeak when his teeth scrape over your still-unmarked glands. “No!” you gasp, just as much an answer as it is a plea for nim not to bite you. “I didn’t, I didn’—”

“Shut up,” he snaps, closing his teeth down on the spot. You whine as he pulls your hair and slowly increases the pressure of his bite, threatening to break the skin. Horrified, you feel your body responding with arousal, heat blooming deep in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut, and sure enough few seconds later James is inhaling deeply and chuckling. “Oh, kotenok [kitten]. Still the same as ever, huh?” He shifts, hand slipping down between your legs and cupping you from over the fabric of your dress. “Ripe for your Alpha’s touch, even after all this time. How sweet.” Humiliated rage bubbles up inside of you and you glare up at him. He’s looking down fondly at you, eyes heated and lip drawn into his mouth. He lets it slide back out between his teeth and murmurs, “It’s okay, you know. It’s everything to me, omegechka [little omega], the way you respond. It’s only natural.” You growl angrily, but he just hums and tugs your hair again, other hand molding to your mound and rubbing. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, when you cry out louder. “Don’t want to scare the whelp, do you?”

You freeze, listening to try and hear June. She’s whining from over in her room, not understanding why she’s been left alone when she can hear her mommy’s voice just down the hall. “Please,” you whisper, locking eyes with James again. “Please. Let me go to her.”

He grinds the heel of his hand against you. “I told you, Dollface. You don’t want her here for this.”

He kisses you on the mouth, chaste and lingering; so gentle that for a split second it makes you ache for what you once had with him. James always was very good at making love to you, at lavishing you with a softness and a tenderness even in the darkest of times. But now you can only shiver underneath his weight, because you know that’s not what’s about to happen.

“Seventeen months, moya omegya,” he rumbles quietly, lips brushing yours with the words. “My bed suddenly cold, not knowing if you were alive or dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

His tone of voice is so intimately familiar that it makes your heart clench, bringing back memories of a life you’ve fought so hard to put behind you. “Please,” you whisper. “Don’t do this.”

He tuts and shakes his head softly, as if he’s actually remorseful. “How this goes depends entirely on you. I want you to know that.” He hasn’t stopped working his hand against you, rubbing his palm against your clit and smiling at how you shudder beneath him and your body betrays you. You watch his nostrils flare as he smells the reaction he’s pulling from you against your will. “Sweet girl,” he coos. “You just can’t help it, can you?” You toss your head and screw your eyes shut, but he’s having none of it. He yanks your hair and hisses at you to open your eyes. “No,” he warns, once he’s got your attention. He moves back, getting up onto his knees and shrugging off his jacket. “You’re going to watch. The whole time.” His hands land on his belt, the buckle clinking as he opens it and undoes his pants. “I want to look right in your eyes while I take back what’s mine.” He shoves his pants down along with his underwear. His cock springs free, already hard and wet at the tip. A part of him that’s been inside you hundreds of times, probably. Something you’ve craved and debased yourself for.

Seeing it reignites your shame, but it’s the way you feel your cunt pulse and release a fresh wave of slick, that really makes you start resisting again. “Nnh!”

“Ah ah ah, Dollface. That’s not gonna work.”

“Nugh! Lemmo go!”

You fight, of course you do, but it’s almost worse that way, as it only points out how comically mismatched you are to him. He laughs at you and holds down your thrashing body, barely even grunting from the effort of subduing you. “Shh sh sh,” he hushes, chuckling breathily as he forces you down with one hand and strokes himself with the other. “I have to tell you, kotenok. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I hate you!” You manage to get a hand free and you flail, hitting and clawing at him. He inhales sharply as your nails scratch his face. He knocks your hand away with a surprised hiss and, wide eyed, touches the spot where a tiny line of red is welling up on his cheek. The next thing you know, he’s backhanding you, sending spots into your vision and knocking you out of your senses for a few seconds. Your ears ring and you blink, stunned.

His hand appears at your throat, squeezing, pressing up against the arteries. You briefly grapple with him, grabbing his forearm and fighting, but then his thumb notches into place and digs into your glands. Your cries taper off and you go limp with a pathetic, mewling whimper. “Nnnh …”

He leers down at you, adjusting his grip, still jerking his cock as he subdues you with the Hold. “Weak,” he says. “But that’s just how I like you.”

His thumb rubs in circles, sending a rush of liquid gold through your veins. It worsens the situation between your legs, and you can’t hide that any more than you can hide the humiliated tears that prick to your eyes as he shoves your dress up and rips your underwear straight off of you. He coos when he looks down and sees how wet you are. “Oh, omegechka.” He knees your legs further apart and drags his cockhead through your folds. “And this is you hating me?”

You shake with a silent sob, despising him with your whole being, hating yourself for reacting this way. Before James, you’d never met a man who coveted your omega nature so much, hadn’t known what it was to need an alpha that way, to have your body need him. And to think: you used to like it.

He lines himself up and sinks inside of you in one, unyielding push, forcing you to open to him, carving out his space inside of you. You cry out at the force of it, body clamping down hard and the delicate skin at your entrance stinging from the stretch, but he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated. “Fuck,” he groans, grinding in deep, his pubic bone pressing against your clit, laughing darkly when it makes you squeal. “Oh, you sensitive?” He does it again, and again, doesn’t stop until he gets a high pitched, warbling moan from you. “Theere she is.” He digs his thumb in harder against your glands and stares right in your eyes as he watches the effect it has on you, soaking up the flush in your face and the furious tears welling at the corners of your eyes. “I know, Sweetheart, I know,” he murmurs. “You really can’t help it, can you?” You whimper and he nods along in mock sympathy. “Poor little thing. I can’t imagine what it must be like, to need it that bad.”

“James,”

He pulls out halfway and shoves back in, hard, rumbling in pleasure when it elicits another yelp from you. His other hand grabs at your waist, fingers digging into the soft give of your body. He hums dirtily. “I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised. You look good for having just pushed out that pup. You look healthy.” You whine in protest and he fucks in hard again, baring his teeth in a mean smile. “Yeah, momma, you heard me.” He pulls out, thrusts back in.

“Ss-stop.”

He laughs. “Don’t be like that, krasotka [Pretty(n.)]. I like it. You always were too skinny for my taste.” He runs his hand from your waist up to the top of your dress, yanking it down along with the cup of your bra, and groaning when your swollen breast spills out. You squeal in rage as he curses quietly, eyes going molten and unfocused. “Fuck, Honey, look at you.”

You start thrashing again hard, trying to hit him, but you only get a glancing blow to the side of his head before he refixes his hand on your throat and clamps down in another Hold. He gives you a firm shake. “Settle down. I told you: I like it..”

“Nnn, fuck you!” You spit on him, but he only laughs and wipes it away, leering down at you and continuing gleefully,

“Shouldn’t be skinny like some damn underwear model. Mm mn, naw. Now you’re nice and soft, just like you should be. Somethin’ for Alpha to grab onto. Bitty waist and a fat ass.” He grabs your waist again and pulls you down into the next roll of his hips, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars burst in your vision.

“Ah!”

“Mmhm. Right there baby? Yeah, thaat’s the spot. I remember.” He’s panting open-mouthed, breathless as he taunts you, “I remember everything. What you like. How you feel. The sounds you make. Fuck.” He shoves into you hard and holds there, his licked-red lips curling up wickedly. “Your cunt’s fluttering around me, Sweetheart. Clamping down so fucking hard.”

“Nnh!”

He laughs, but his smile slackens as his own pleasure continues to build. He angles back and looks down your body, stares at where his cock is disappearing inside of you with lewd, wet sounds. “Shit, momma. And this pussy snapped back real good, didn’t it?”

You cry out angrily, but it’s what he wants: to see you aroused and humiliated and furious at him. He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against you hard on the end of each, brutal thrust; his open belt and the zip of his fly digging into your ass every time he grinds inside. “You haven't been fucking anybody,” he says smugly. “How long’s it really been, mamochka? Hm? How long since another man was in this cunt?”

You moan miserably, his cock driving hard against your walls, too rough but not painful enough to keep it from feeling good. James is big, has an alpha’s cock, and it’s never been a physical possibility for him to be inside of you and not rub against every spot that makes your body light up in pleasure. You shake your head and try to close your eyes, but he pushes his hand up harder underneath your jaw, shaking you. “Uh uh. Look at me.”

You can’t fight off the command of his Voice, not when he’s already dominating you so completely. Your eyes open against your will, full of tears, and he rumbles in satisfaction.

“Better.”

Every whimper and mewl you make drives him on, stoking the angry satisfaction that’s burning in his eyes—eyes that you can’t look away from as you cry out again and again, little “Ah, ah, ah's” that interrupt the cadence of your skin slapping together, all of his eager growls and satisfied grunts.

“That’s it, shlyukha,” he pants, hips snapping in hard, again and again. “You—ugh—you let Alpha know how good that feels. Don’t hold it back from me.” His breathing is getting heavier the closer he gets, his composure and even his anger losing some of their hold as he fucks you harder, sinks down on you farther, covers you with his body fully as he ruts into you in pursuit of his climax. “Shit,” he hisses not far from your ear, face stuffed in your neck.

You keen high in your throat at his proximity to your bonding glands—a plaintive sound that directly contradicts the panicked ‘no!’ that flashes in your brain. His hand leaves the front of your neck and scoops around behind instead, gripping you at the nape in a Scruff that feels just as toe-curlingly right as the Hold had.

For a very split second, his breath hitches and his growling trips into a needy whimper. “O-oh …” And that’s when you feel it: his knot starting to catch on the end of each thrust.

“Ah!” You cry out sharply and grab onto him, helpless to keep your body from seeking out more, from clinging to him and clamping down hard as his knot grows and triggers you into orgasm. “Hhgnn …”

He goes feral when he feels your body locking down on him, growling and shoving in and grinding to ensure that he catches inside and ties you together. His hand abandons your neck entirely as he gives in to the instinct to rut, both arms wrapping around your waist, scooping under your back and holding you still for him to fuck furiously against. The tug of his knot inside your cunt makes you sob and come harder, losing sense of yourself as the pleasure cuts through you like a knife.

“Fuck, fuck, ohhfuck …” The sound of his deep voice, so lost in the desperation and helplessness of his own pleasure, makes your belly flare hot with new arousal even as you’re coming down the other side of it. You gasp and pant, and eventually whimper as the bliss dissipates and you become more aware of him on top of you, grunting and groaning and fucking into your tie as he rides out the long, debilitating climax of an alpha.

You keep your eyes closed and cry, hating that it still feels good as he fucks into you, grinds down on your clit and gives your another orgasm, and another. You wait for him to finish as your brain fills with the high that comes after, that unavoidable pink cloud that you know is going to seal your fate and make you helpless to him for the next thirty minutes, at least. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head in the direction of the pillows.

As the high starts to take you, you think about how, if you’d just kept your gun holstered behind by the headboard like you’d planned, you could be blowing his brains out right about now.

A.N.: Soooo ... This is the rape-iest thing I've ever ever written. I hope y'all are okay. Just wanted to drop a note to let you know that this fic WILL lighten up and not be quite so, well, rapey, in the future. Thanks for reading! 💖Sarah

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