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autism-aint-a-flawtism · 2 years

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Future Gohan Survives AU Part 4! The Return

It's been two weeks since Trunks left for the past. Two weeks. He should've been back by now. Bulma begins to get nervous. Gohan over there spends most of his time meditating. It's driving Bulma up the wall. She figured that being unconscious for years would make somebody want to be more active.

Bulma sits beside Gohan, who is currently meditating

"Do you think Trunks is okay?"

Gohan keeps his eyes shut, still trying to meditate

"Yes, Bulma. Trunks is completely fine"

Bulma looks at Gohan with confusion

"How do you know that?"

Gohan still keeps his eyes shut, still trying to meditate

"I don't. I have faith"

Bulma leans on Gohan's shoulder

"Do you think there's some way we could check on him?"

Gohan shakes off Bulma's head

"No."

Bulma punches Gohan in the stub

"Why aren't you more nervous?!?!"

Gohan opens his eyes and winces in pain

"Because Trunks is still stronger than I am you dick!"

Suddenly, Bulma and Gohan hear the alarm that Trunks is back. They both run over to the time machine to see how Trunks is doing. Hopefully he hasn't lost an arm. Gohan would be really bummed if Trunks had lost an arm.

When they got to the room holding the time machine, Trunks flew out to be hugged by Bulma. Trunks looked mildly annoyed. Gohan had a pretty decent guess why

"Hey mom! Ever meet dad?"

Bulma let out a sigh as Gohan is cackling in the background

"Okay, look, love is complicated."

Trunks looks over at Gohan

"And Gohan, when were you going to tell me you were a major nerd!"

Gohan puts his hand on his hip

"Sue me, I'm allowed to have my own childhood"

The three hugged each other. They were together again. At that moment, everything was okay again. These three felt like they could take on the world. All three of them finally had hope again. But Trunks still had one more question

"But seriously, mom, what did you see in him?!?!"

"A short, powerful person, desperate for attention! As a female scientist in her early 30's I could identify with that!"

Gohan gathers them in for a huddle

"Okay, Trunks. I want to see how strong you've gotten. So how about we go and finally kill those Androids?"

Trunks steps back

"Gohan, I'll take them on. I've gotten exponentially stronger"

Gohan gives Trunks a smirk and a fighting stance

"Spar for it?"

Trunks swept Gohan's legs

"No."

Trunks flew away to finally kill the Androids. And Gohan had a face of pure, concentrated pride. But Gohan's definitely going to have to ask Trunks to train him. Gohan figures that he's going to have to train with Trunks in order to catch up to him. He doesn't want Trunks to be leading the future. He's only sixteen. He wants Trunks to have the childhood he never had. But, Trunks has worked hard in the past. He's going to let Trunks have his win. Maybe he'll even bake a cake for him. He reminds himself to ask Bulma for cooking lessons. Bulma sends out camera drones to watch the battle.

Android 18 begins to throw out a heavy barrage of ki blasts at a building. She's letting out all of her rage on the building. It's borderline theraputic for her.

Android 17 lets out a chuckle to himself

"You know, sis, they say catharsis is actually bad for your health..."

Android 18 begins to let out her barage even more intensely

"AND SO IS CALLING ME A -AND I QUOTE- 'HO-BOT'"

Android 17 chuckles again under his breath

"I would've gone for 'ro-thot''

Android 18 finishes tearing down the building, the building only being a pile of rubble

"I'm not even an android! I'm a cyborg!"

"Duh, since you're a girl, you'd obviously be a guynoid, which is funny considering 'guy' isn't a-"

An old man shoots Android 17 directly in the face. The bullets obviously bounces off. Android 17 swears under his breath

Android 17 begins to walk towards the old man, trapped under a car with only his upper torso free

"Not a bad shot, pops! You must be real popular at the shooting range!"

Android 17 gets face to face with his assualter

"I, on the other hand, have terrible aim. I gotta get real up close, see?"

Android 17 takes his assualter's gun and puts it directly in his mouth

"So do me a favor. Sit still."

Android 17 shoots his assualter directly in his face

"Ohhhh. Right. 'Gynoid', like 'gynecology'. It makes sense when you think about it-"

Trunks comes flying in without his jacket or sword. Just his utter bare hands. He's ready to throw down. And he's ready to wreck shit.

"I hope you got everything out of your wretched lives you wanted, because they end today! Starting today, nobody will die by your hands!"

Android 17 laughs out loud to himself

"Hey there, Lilac! It's been a few weeks since we wrecked your absolute shit"

Android 18 looks Trunks up and down

"See, 17? This is what you get when you don't double-tap. Also, does he look different to you?"

Android 17 joins 18 in the metaphorical eye fucking of Trunks

"Now that you mention it, yeah! He does! He ditched the sword, lost the jacket, plus he got *jacked*. You must be crushing that 5-by-5. Also, did you get a little taller?"

Android 18 rolls her eyes

"Jesus Christ just swipe right already!"

Android 17 elbows his sister

"Pretty sure he's your type, sis"

Android 18 stops paying attention to Trunks and turns her front to her brother

"No thanks. I'm into shorter men"

Trunks begins to fly as fast as he can to Android 18. Android 17 realiazes that his sister's shit is about to get rocked

"SIS WATCH OUT!"

Trunks lands his blow perfectly, he lands the perfect uppercut and he hits 18 so hard she flies through multiple buildings while yelling so many explicitives it would make a sailor blush

Android gets out of her pile of rubble, she's bloody, and she's livid

"Now, it's too bad you left that sword at home...'cause now I'm going to have to do what comes next with my bare hands!"

Android 17 faces his sister and yells at her

"Is this a bad time to point out his specific choice in shirt?"

Trunks assumes a fighting stance and monologues to the Androids

"You know, it's funny and a little bit sad. You two Androids didn't have to turn out like this. The ones I met in the--"

Android 17 gives out an offended gasp, Android 18 rolls her eyes at her brother's offense

"Hold up, did you call us "Androids"? That's offensive."

"Again with this shit?"

Trunks scratches the back of his head out of slight embarassment

"Oh, right. They called you "Androids" in the past."

Android 17 gives out a face of confusion

"'The past'? What, did you time-travel?"

Trunks looks dumbfounded

"Uhhhhh yeah"

Android 18 joins in her brother's confusion

Wait, when was that? Shouldn't we remember you?

Trunks turns on his Super Saiyan as high as he can reasonably reach to. He even goes SSJ Grade 3. He figures even with the fatigue, he can still outspeed the Androids

How about this...If I don't kill you in the next minute, I'll give you an explanation.

Android 17 looks slightly intimidated by his opponent's sudden gain in muscle mass. But nevertheless, assumes a fighting stance

"Trust me, wife-beater...By the time we're done with you, we won't need one."

Android 18 suddenly gives a face of disgust at her brother

"Wait a second! That's what you meant by his choice in shirt? Jesus, dude!

Android 17 gets snippy at his sister

"Dude, are you kidding? I put a bullet in some dude's gray matter not two minutes ago and that's what's got you offended?"

Trunks gets sick of letting the comedy troupe continues, so, he rushes towards Android 18 and gives out just an average blast attack. But, the blast completely annihilated Android 18. He didn't expect to be that strong. Trunks was about to do a dorky dance, but wanted to look like a credible badass. Besides, he still had a job to finish.

Android 17 puts his hands up

Any chance that I could talk you out of this?

Trunks begins to charge an attack directly in front of him

"What was my Master's name?"

Android 17 begins to sweat bullets

"Huh?"

Trunks begins to concentrate all of his ki into his arm

"The man who taught me. The man whose arm you took. The man you almost killed. Tell me. What was his name?"

Android 17 basically signs his death warrant

"Gooooooo....kuuu Junior....?"

Trunks lets out a half strength attack, which completely obliterates the Android. Trunks is finally done with it all. The Android's reign of terror is finally over. And he couldn't be happier. Trunks begins to do a little dorky dance, not realizing that Bulma sent a observation robot

Bulma speaks through her robot

"TRUNKS. WE CAN SEE YOU."

Gohan takes the mic and speak through the robot

"WHEN YOU GET BACK, WE'RE CELEBRATING. THEN, YOU'RE TEACHING ME HOW YOU GOT THIS STRONG!"

Trunks smiled to himself.

It's good to be happy again

#future gohan survives AU #future gohan #dbs #dbsuper #dbz #gohan #trunks #future trunks #future bulma #lemme know if you want more of these!#angsty future gohan survives AU inspired by the beard saga!#dbza #dbz abridged #I know I basically just copied the DBZA script but I wasn't in the mood today #I just wanted to get something out #sometimes writing is just like that #when you begin to poop out fanfictions at least once a week you'll begin to get it #future gohan lives au

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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dancing with the devil

— dark! mafia! bucky barnes x undercover! reader

summary || things take an unexpected turn when Bucky finds out your little secret.

based on this request

warnings || dom!bucky. dom/sub dynamics. hate fucking. knife play. power imbalance. unprotected sex. competence kink. degradation. praise kink. breeding kink. housewife kink. humiliation. daddy kink. blowjobs. wall sex. couch sex. subspace. corruption kink. size kink. multiple orgasms. hair pulling. filthy bucky. possessive bucky. a lot of dirty talk. dacryphilia. petnames (sweetheart/babydoll). horny thots. aftercare. enemies to lovers. minor injuries (split lip). PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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bucky is like I can make you worse lmao

“Who did this?”

“Huh?” You asked as you consciously ran your tongue over the fresh cut on your upper lip. You knew what Bucky was asking, but you were shocked that he even cared about the small spilt lip. His voice was stern and he looked utterly serious.

“I asked who did this.” He said pointing towards your lip. You put your face down in your hands as you snuggled back into your couch while Bucky stared you down from the chair he was seated in. “I think the more important question is what you are doing here?” You said mustering all your courage.

When you had arrived at your home after your horrible meeting with Pierce, your soul had nearly left your body when you had seen Bucky patiently waiting for you in your own house. Your legs were still wobbling due to Bucky’s presence and a thin sheen of sweat was covering your body.

You just hoped to god he didn’t know your secret. The fact that you were working undercover for the other mafia gang, Hydra. Bucky too was once a part of it in his youth but he had branched out and started working on his own. And by now, he had far surpassed Hydra.

And this was not taken kindly by Pierce, hydra’s leader. So they had sent you to work with Bucky and give them tips of Bucky’s activities to thwart it. But all of your tips had turned out to be wrong, and Pierce was furious. It had been months since you had started working with Bucky and yet there was nothing substantial against him.

Pierce had been livid when he had called you for a meeting this morning. They had started thinking that you were purposely providing them wrong information, which wasn’t true. You were trying your best and yet you were failing. You were betraying others and yet you felt as if you were the one getting betrayed.

Neither Bucky trusted you, nor Pierce. And you were stuck in between facing both of their wraths, with nowhere to escape. You couldn’t come clean to Bucky, neither could you betray Hydra. You cursed yourself for getting into this mess in the first place, but you had been helpless back then. And you were still helpless now.

Today at the meeting, things had escalated a little out of hand and Rumlow, Pierce’s right hand, had slapped you straight across your face, giving you a split lip. You had rushed back home to lick your wounds in private, but your fate was truly twisted as Bucky was waiting for you there.

“You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Bucky smirked as he leaned forward in the chair. His stance exuded raw power while you were on the verge of a breakdown. You wiped off the sweat from your forehead and you tried your best to chuckle innocently, “I.. I just fell.”

“On Rumlow’s hand?”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when Bucky nonchalantly asked this. He knew. Of course he knew. He was James Buchanan Barnes, and fooling him was impossible. And you were idiot who had tried deceiving Bucky and had failed, miserably.

“Wha… what are you saying?” You shrugged to downplay your fear of Bucky. You audibly gulped when Bucky got up from his chair and strutted towards you. Your house wasn’t big by any means, but yet Bucky took his sweet time to cross over. You knew what he was doing, he was instilling the fear of his power in you.

His hand disappeared in the rear of his pants and he produced a knife which glinted in the moonlight. He squatted down in front of you, and you were really close to bawling your eyes out at the moment. Bucky was smiling, but it wasn’t sweet, it was menacing. “Oh, you don’t remember?” Bucky asked condescendingly.

“Re.. remember what?” Your stuttering and trembling was clearly giving away your fear. “Oh poor baby, you don’t remember the sweet get together that happened just an hour ago? With your best friends Pierce and Rumlow.” Your dam broke when Bucky placed the knife on your temple and dragged it down to your cheek.

Bucky collected your wet tears on the edge of the knife and licked it. The gesture made you squirm in your own seat as the unstoppable tears kept leaking out of your eyes. Bucky hummed at the salty taste of your tears and you shut your eyes closed with humiliation.

“Open your eyes sweetheart. You might wanna watch what happens next.” A pained moan escaped your lips at his words and you did as he said. A cruel smirk was plastered on his face as he placed the knife on your trembling lips. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.”

“I’m sorry….” You pleaded through the tears but Bucky clicked his tongue. When you didn’t follow what he said, he tugged on your lower lip with his knife. Fearing the consequences of not following his words, you hesitantly opened your mouth. “Show me your tongue baby.”

Your sobs doubled down as you pushed out your tongue. You hissed when he placed the edge of the cool knife on your tongue, but a relieved sigh escaped your mouth when you realised that it was the blunt side of the metal. “Are you afraid of me?” He asked with a raspy voice.

You nodded your head as little as you could and his lips curled into a smirk. Everything happened in the blink of an eye and you were too slow to comprehend when he pulled back his knife and pressed his mouth to yours. He sucked on your tongue and you blinked rapidly to process what was happening.

Bucky’s eyes were closed as he kissed you deeply. Your heart was still hammering in your chest, and you were too frozen to kiss him back. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be kissed by Bucky, rather it was your dream come true. But you couldn’t get lost in the deceiving kiss, it was most likely a trap.

It was a universally known fact that Bucky was a handsome man. And even more sexier than his looks was the power he had over people. You had touched yourself to his thoughts over countless nights, but when he was finally kissing you, you were too immobilised to do anything.

“Didn’t you like it?” Bucky’s breath was falling on your face as he whispered against your lips. You entire focus was concentrated on the knife that had now trailed down to your throat. He chuckled when you didn’t reply, “I thought you moaned out my name when you fucked yourself with that stupid dildo in your drawer.”

This made you even more ashamed than before and you didn’t know how that was possible. You wanted to melt into this earth and never be seen again. You wanted to hide your face but the knife against your throat was stopping you from even moving a muscle. “How… how do you know this?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Oh sweetheart, I know everything about you.” His words felt like a splash of cold water over your heated body. All those tips to hydra which had turned out to be false were planted by none other than Bucky. You should’ve been smarter and you wanted to slap yourself for your stupidity. “Bucky please. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve lost the right of calling me Bucky, I think daddy would sound much nicer from your mouth.” You choked on air at his words. “What? I.. huh?” You spluttered. “Awww, you’re so cute. That’s why they sent you, didn’t they? No one would think an innocent thing like you would cross me.”

“Please forgive me. I…” he placed the knife back on your lips and you shut up. “Shhhh… I know you want me, there’s no denying that. And I have a very nice way of forgiving you. So, do you want to be forgiven?” Your face heated up at his suggestion. “Will you let me go after?” You asked meekly.

“Oh sweetheart, you aren’t ever leaving me. You’re stuck with me now. So the choice is yours, do you want pain… or pleasure.” His crystalline blue eyes that you loved so much were peering into yours. Your breath hitched and you realised that Bucky had pulled back the knife and you sucked in a deep breath.

Bucky was right, you wanted him since the moment you had set your eyes on him. You had tried doing your best your entire life, and yet somehow you had landed up here. You knew you were no saint, but circumstances had pushed you to be the way you were. If being good didn’t make you happy, then why not be bad?

You surged forward and crashed your lips on Bucky’s. This time, you closed your eyes and relished in the taste of his slightly chapped lips against yours. Soon Bucky started kissing you back and you hungrily explored each other’s mouths. You were sucking, lapping and nibbling on his lips and the kiss was much better than your dreams.

“I want you.” You murmured breathlessly. Bucky hummed and pecked your lips before standing up in front of you. You didn’t have to be told as you unzipped his pants and pushed down his boxers to pull out his hard length. But before you could take it in your mouth, Bucky stopped you. “On your knees babydoll.”

You realised you were sitting on the couch and you fluttered your eyelashes as you got down on your knees. He let out a guttural moan when you wrapped your mouth around his cock. His cock was huge and only a part of it fit in your mouth and you pumped the rest with your hand. His hand settled on your head and he pushed you forward until you were choking.

“Yeah, fuck,.. choke on my cock, doll.” His words made you splutter around his length and that only made him groan louder. His hips were leisurely snapping up into the heat of your mouth, as if he just wanted to enjoy the sensation and your humiliation. “Show me your tits.”

He ordered and you followed. With your free hand, you pulled down your shirt and your bra until your breasts were free. You looked back up to see Bucky drinking in your form with dark eyes. He bit his lips and grunted and you didn’t know how, but the sounds he was making were making you sloppy wet at your core.

“I’ve always wanted you on your knees and damn, you look better than I’d thought.” You tried smiling with your lips stretched wide around his length. You gulped in air as you pulled back and began tracing the length of a throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. You gave kitten licks on his leaking slit and hummed at the salty taste.

“Don’t tease me babydoll.” You smiled up at him before taking him back into your mouth and sucking. Those cute nicknames he was using were making your insides flutter and at the same time, his hand on your head, guiding your motions, was reminding you of the power he held.

You laved your tongue over the underside of his cock and he pulled you off with a quick grunt. “Sweetheart, you were gonna make me cum. And I have so much more fun planned.” He pulled you up by your hair and your knees wobbled as he made you stand up. He pushed you until your back was pressing against a wall and he stalked over, with the knife back in his hands.

You audibly moaned when he sliced your shirt straight through the middle. The next were your bra and pants. The fact that he cut your clothes to pieces without even leaving a single mark over your body just showed the skill he possessed. And that somehow turned you on even more.

You were twitching under his gaze as he trailed the knife over your sternum. You could feel the press of knife against you, yet Bucky wasn’t hurting you or leaving any mark. His touch was just insistent enough to leave behind a trail of goosebumps. You gasped when he bent down and licked the trail left behind by the knife.

The cold knife followed by Bucky’s hot tongue was making your head short circuit. Once he was satisfied, he threw the knife away and began unbuttoning his shirt. You licked your lips as you raved your eyes over his defined pecs and hard abs. You surged forward and started laying sweet kisses over his shoulder and neck.

The gesture was sweet, but you couldn’t stop the urge of sinking your teeth into his flesh and marking him as yours. In a small act of rebellion, you laid a small bite at the base of his neck and he cursed out. He held you by your head and pulled back and pushed you back on to the wall, “bad girl.”

Bucky didn’t give you a moment to think as he flipped you around. You let out a little uff when he pressed your face against the cool wallpaper. You could hear him unzipping his pants and the soft sound of the slacks meeting the ground. His hands, one warm and one cold, spread your thighs apart and you willingly let him.

You closed your eyes and gulped when you felt him rub the wet head of his cock against your slick folds. He tapped his cock over your throbbing clit and you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up. “Please Bucky…” you whined but he clicked his tongue. “You know what to call me.”

“Daddy.. pleaseee..” your plea ended with a moan as Bucky thrust inside you. You knew he was big, but inside your snug walls, he felt even bigger. You couldn’t take him in a single stroke, so he pulled back and thrusted back in until he was a little deeper than before. You were so wet, that you could feel your slick coating your thighs and you didn’t know whether to be humiliated or euphoric.

Once he was all the way in, he held you tightly without moving, just relishing in the sensation of his length enveloped in your tight heat. “I knew you’d be so soft.” His breath was falling on your cheeks as you turned your head to the side. His fingers were pressing tight enough on your skin that you knew you’d carry his bruises.

When he began moving, he wasn’t as gentle, instead he began ramming up into you like a man possessed. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head due to his frantic movements. “Do you know how much you broke my heart when I learnt that you were a two sided bitch?” He sounded as if he was truly hurt.

You closed your eyes as tears slipped through. You didn’t know whether they were due to the betrayal or the pleasure. “Since the moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you hard enough that you forgot everyone else’s name. And I was really disappointed to know your little secret. But then I thought of an idea which would not only show those hydra scums their place, but also I’d get what I want.”

You were keenly aware of Bucky’s words as he fucked up into you. At this point, you were probably blabbering incoherent words, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted to drive his point home. One of his hands clutched your hair and pulled back such that your back arched. “Aren’t you going to ask me what my plan is?”

“Wha… what is your plan, daddy?” You were breathless and yet you wanted more. This was like a sweet struggle that you didn’t want to end. You just wanted to be fucked by Bucky as he called you filthy names and forget about the rest of the world. And turns out, that Bucky wanted the same.

“I’m going to put my baby in you.”

You clenched around him as you imagined what he was saying. Just the thought of having Bucky’s babies, cooking for him, and getting fucked every night sent your brain into an overdrive. Your eyes were wide as you stared back at Bucky and he only smirked with mischief.

“It would be so much fun to see them seething when I turn their little puppet into my bitch. That’s what you are, aren’t you? You’d look so pretty; all full of the babe I put in your womb. It would be like the biggest fuck you to Hydra.” He chuckled darkly while you sobbed harder.

“Shhh. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you. Instead I’m going to put a ring on your finger and give you my surname….. God, fuck.! Just imagining you in a pretty sundress while you cook dinner for me is making me so damn hard.”

His hot breath on your cheeks, his fingers pressing into your hips, his filthy thoughts and his cock hitting your spots, drove you towards the brink of a blissful edge. You didn’t know what awaited you on the other side, but you trusted Bucky and took the fall over the cliff.

You lost your balance as your legs shook, but Bucky quickly encased you within his arms and kept you from falling. You were muttering a string of broken moans and a chant of his name as you came harder than you ever had. You writhed and clenched around his cock as you lost all your reasonable thoughts.

Bucky fucked you through your orgasm and held you as you twitched with aftershocks. You whimpered when he pulled out of your sensitive walls and pushed you down such that you landed on the couch. He pulled up your legs until your ankles rested on his shoulders and you moaned when he entered back in a single stroke.

In this position, you were nearly bent in half but you loved it as he somehow got even deeper. Your head was propped up by a pillow as fucked you into the couch. His thrusts were hard and unrelenting, and the couch was moving back with the force of his thrusts. Your hands skimmed over the sofa and finally curled into your soft pillows.

“You’d be a good housewife for me, won’t you? Keeping my house clean, carrying my babies, wearing little dresses so I can fuck you over the kitchen counter, keeping me happy. I can’t wait to marry you under Pierce’s nose. Take away his little toy, and make you mine.” He growled out his words.

You nearly screamed when he placed his cool metal fingers on your throbbing bundle of nerves. Your body trembled as little jolts of pure ecstasy travelled through your veins. Your hands finally found purchase on his abs and you scratched thin red lines over his chiselled physique.

“I’m gonna cum sweetheart. I’m gonna pump you so full of my seed that you’ll swell with it. You’ll be all glowing for me babydoll and I’ll take such good care of you. Just you see.” His hips snapped erratically into yours before he pushed as deep as he could go.

You reaching the orgasmic high again when you felt his length spurt his hot seed within you. You couldn’t comprehend what happened next as you felt yourself drowning under the waves of pleasure. You felt yourself floating higher, the deeper you drowned and you welcomed the over encompassing feeling.

You slowly blinked your eyes open and tried to move around, but you found yourself tightly wrapped up in Bucky’s arms. He was spooning you from behind as you two slept in your considerably small bed. You realised he not only brought you to bed, but also cleaned you up and a faint smile spread across your lips.

The morning sun was peeping through the gaps between the blinds and you sighed when Bucky tightened his arms around you. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” You wished him a good morning back and he started pressing kisses over your shoulder.

“Come on. We gotta get ready.” He mumbled as he got up. You followed him as you stretched, and yawned. Your body was aching in certain places, but it was a welcomed ache. Your eyes traced the sculpted lines of his body as they glinted under the soft light of the morning. “Where are we going?” You asked with a small pout on your lips.

“We’re going shopping!” Bucky sounded a little excited while you were dumbstruck. “Wait, why?” It was either too early in the morning for you to understand or he really was talking in a cryptic manner. He smirked down at you as his blue eyes glinted with mischief,

“Don’t you remember sweetheart? We’re getting married today.”

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Stop you from writing Kylo smut? Honey, I'm actively encouraging you to. I'mma be a terrible influence and put the thot of angry, mid sparring sex. Ya boy would be so easy to rile up when he doesn't have the upper hand. It's that petulant Skywalker stubbornness shining through.

surrender

pairing || Kylo Ren x F!Reader

word count || 3,785

summary || After months of tension, all it takes is an elbow to the ribs to get Kylo Ren to fuck you.

content || sparring turned fucking, somewhat public sex, dry humping, one singular spank, rough fucking on the floor like a couple of animals, inappropriate use of the force, mirror sex, degradation, praise, gendered language [good girl], a hint of titty worship.

a/n || will I ever stop writing gruff, angry men as secret softies? no. will I apologize? also no. thank you guys for sticking with me through my crazy schedule and writers block - i love you guys

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You feel his eyes on you before you see him. There’s an undeniable sharpness to his eyes, to the way his gaze pierces through your body to your very core. It used to bother you how easily he could peek inside your head, but you’ve grown begrudgingly used to it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t annoy the shit out of you, though.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Kylo’s voice rings out through the otherwise empty training room, bounces off of the mirrored walls and wraps you in sharp irritation. He sounds monotone, almost bored - but you’ve come to read him just as well as he reads you. The glance you give him shows you a slightly quirked eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticked up in the ghost of a smirk. That’s all it takes to tell you what he’s there for: to be an annoying little shit. “Your stance is too wide. You’re leaving yourself wide open.”

You don’t bother responding or moving to adjust your stance in front of the punching bag. For fucks sake, you just wanted to squeeze a workout in before bed, a vain hope it would make you exhausted enough to finally get a good night’s rest. There isn’t enough patience in the entire galaxy for you to put up with him right now, not when you’re so frustrated and tired.

Kylo doesn’t particularly care, apparently.

Two strong hands settle high on your waist and forcibly shift your stance, his foot pushing yours until your feet are closer together, and his touch sends heat flaring through your entire body, a confusing mix of irritation and desire. You force it down and grit your teeth against the familiar need that awakens in your belly. It’s just the sleepless nights, you tell yourself. That’s why he seems more irresistible than ever - the sleepless nights and the lack of a real sex life.

Kylo’s hands leave your waist and for a mere moment, you think you’re in the clear, but they simply travel up to your shoulders and roll them back, pushing your chest out further inadvertently. You glance up to the mirrored wall, finally meeting his gaze as his touch lingers. Neither of you are blind to the dance you’re partaking in. The give and the take, the poor excuses to get your hands on each other, the aching desire cloaked as annoyance. It’s all about who breaks first, who turns away from the facade and gives in to the base needs that threaten to consume you both.

It won’t be you, not tonight. The elbow you send back into his ribs makes sure of that.

Kylo stumbles slightly, surprised by your sudden switch, and it gives you just enough time to whirl around and step back out of his grasp. You can’t help but smirk at his darkening expression, that familiar spark of angry lust gleaming in his eyes.

“Seems like I can handle myself just fine, Kylo.” You shrug once there’s a few steps of space between you.

He doesn’t bother giving a snarky reply, to your surprise. Your heart starts racing, a heady mix of lust and adrenaline lighting up your nerves and pulsing through you with every deliberate step forward he takes. There’s no fear to be found; in some weird, twisted way, you trust him. Kylo won’t hurt you, not beyond the bruises you always sport from sparring with him. His strength is tempered just above your own, enough to overpower you but not cause you serious harm, and maybe that is what makes this so intoxicating for you.

That strength of his. He could kill you with a single swipe from one of his huge hands, from the preternatural power that his sharp mind possesses, but he’s careful with you in a way that makes you want to both kick his ass and kiss his stupid, pretty face. That confusion clouds your mind and of course, Kylo takes advantage.

He lunges for you, barely managing to capture you in his arms as you try too late to sidestep him, and you flail for a second, your legs thrashing as he crushes your arms to your sides. You aren’t too proud to admit that it’s mere luck that you manage to land a solid kick to the weak spot on his leg and make him topple, using your combined weight to your advantage and dragging him down to the ground.

Kylo wastes no time in pressing you onto your back, one thick thigh swinging over your body to straddle your waist as he simultaneously slams your wrists above your head in a bruising grip. There’s a triumphant smirk on his face, but little does he know - that’s right where you want him. Your mind almost runs with the possibilities, that sinful notion rising in the back of your mind that you could kiss him right here and end the torturous tension, but you can’t let him win. Your pride won’t let you. It’s a fluid flurry of movement, something so well-practiced that it’s become muscle memory. You buck your hips up harshly, tossing him forward off of his balance, and the moment his hands leave your arms, you strike.

One arm wraps around the forearm he has braced next to your head and the other shoves at his shoulder, all while your leg hooks around his. You wrench your body to the side with all of your strength, desperately trying to focus on pinning him rather than the sinful press of your hips to his, and the dull thud of his body hitting the mat has victory singing in your veins. The momentum keeps you going, brings you up onto your hands and knees, and just as you’re about to scramble to your feet to get some space between your adrenaline soaked bodies, his hand wraps around your ankle and pulls.

It’s a smart move, one that makes you falter just long enough for him to gain the upper hand once more. Fuck, he’s fast, faster than his broad frame should allow. Kylo’s arms wrap around your waist and he’s on you in no time, his chest pressed to your back. Your mind is racing for an answer, anything you can use against him to get yourself out of this vulnerable position that makes your knees and your pussy ache all at once. This display of strength makes you shudder as you give a useless shove - and you feel it.

The sweatpants he wears do nothing to hide the erection that grinds against your ass, and Kylo doesn’t even bother biting back his groan. He arches further into you in a stuttered, instinctual thrust of his hips, and you can feel your pretense break. It crumbles pathetically, and the flood of need is free to flow through you completely. Pride be damned - you need him to fucking ruin you. Another strangled groan from the man caging you against the floor tells you he was peeking into your mind, an attempt to see your reaction to the culmination of months of pining without having to actually ask. The fluttering pressure inside your skull only confirms that, a familiar feeling you’ve come to associate with him.

Kylo manhandles your body, pushes and pulls until you’re on your back, and your thighs spread to welcome him as he settles over you. The two of you lock eyes and for a breath, you’re struck breathless at the sight of him. You’ve seen this man in countless situations. You’ve seen him annoyed, enraged, injured. You’ve seen him in the heat of battle and you’ve seen him hopelessly broken after a defeat. The light in his eyes brings you an entirely new perspective. It's hunger. Need. Something animalistic and clawing for release.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to slot his lips over yours in a desperate kiss. You concede without thought, letting the white flag of your surrender unfurl as your own hunger consumes any thought that isn’t the constant thrum of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. It pulses through you, urges you to let him take you however he wants. Every time you imagined this, you saw yourself giving a good fight for control, even though you know it to be futile, but you can’t bother to put up the front. His touch is too compelling, soothes the burning hunger you’ve felt for too long, and he knows it too. You can feel the smugness practically radiating off of him and if you weren’t so lost in the dance of his deep kisses, you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

You guide him closer with a squeeze of your thighs in a wordless plea for more and Kylo gives without a second thought. He lowers his hips against you and a groan rips from deep in his chest when you grind up along his cock. The layers of clothes that separate you do little to curb how desperate you are for the friction you’ve craved for so long. He’s wild-eyed when he breaks the kiss to watch you, to drink in the way you take your pleasure. The sight he makes is almost better than the feeling of length against your aching core. Hazel irises almost entirely consumed by the dark depths of his blown out pupils, Kylo catches his breath and lets his hands settle on your hips to take in your slow, rhythmic pace.

The rest of the world ceases to exist. Kylo has never felt so singularly focused in his life. The buzzing of otherworldly chaos he's so fine-tuned to feel fades in the presence of your body against his. You’re just so beautiful, your eyes half-lidded and gazing up at him with that hazy look of want. You want him. He swallows harshly, entirely unused to the warm feelings welling in his chest. The need to distract himself itches through him so he tilts your head and busies himself in leaving a reminder of this night on your throat and matching the slow rock of your hips.

“God, I fucking hate you.” You grit out through the sharp pleasure-pain of his teeth and tongue working to cover your neck in his marks. In stark contrast to your words, your fingers curl in his hair to hold him close, to keep him right where he can give you all the attention you crave.

“I don’t tolerate lying.” He murmurs against your throat, one hand shoving down the front of your yoga pants, and you can feel a smirk curl his lips at the way you gasp. Two thick fingers tease your slick core. “You’re so wet for someone who hates me so much. I bet I can fuck you just like this, so desperate for my cock.”

A whine of frustration falls from your lips as his hand yanks out of your pants just as quickly as he put it there, but you don’t have long to be upset. Kylo’s fingers curl around the waistband and manage to get your pants down to your midthigh before he realizes the predicament before him. To get them off of you, he would have to move. The idea of retreating from your warm touch is unthinkable, not now that he’s finally gotten to feel you like he wants. In a split-second decision, Kylo wrenches the thin fabric in his fists and tears it down the middle to simply roll the tattered pieces down your legs.

It’s okay. He knows he’ll just get you new ones, left on your bed in a neatly folded pile in lieu of an apology.

“You, too.” You urge him on as you tackle your shirt and sports bra, not wanting to give him the chance to ruin those, too. He’s almost graceful as he reaches back to pull his shirt over his head and you want to say something cheeky, to tease him and get him ramped up in that intensity again, but the moment he shoves his sweatpants down his hips, you’re dumbstruck.

His cock arches up towards his toned stomach, flushed red and twitching with need. Fuck, he’s big, way bigger than you’re used to. You could always tell he was packing just by the way he fucking walks - not just the sheer confidence, but his nearly lumbering gait gave him away. You just know you’ll be able to feel him for days once he’s through with you. The urge to tease your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock strikes you hard, and Kylo chuckles. You realize with a start that you’ve been caught staring and an embarrassed heat rushes your face.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Kylo murmurs, that damned cocky smirk on his face. “Next time. For now… I just want to feel you.”

Next time. You barely have a second to understand the implications of his words before he’s dragging you in for another kiss that steals your breath, leaves you dizzy and wanting more even though you can feel the air burning out of your lungs. Part of you is surprised he hasn’t just buried himself inside of you without preamble, and as much as you know you would enjoy it, you can tell how much he needs this. Not just the release of fucking you into oblivion, but the touch. The caress of your fingers as they dance down his rib to hold him close. The playful nip of your teeth against his plump bottom lip and the swipe of your tongue to soothe the little mark you leave there. He smiles against your lips, something almost soft.

It’s like the roaring blaze of need has been tamed, calmed into a warm glow, and it’s nice. You like it, of course, but you want the Kylo Ren that had no issue in provoking you into a fight, in pinning you to the ground with that bruising grip. You want him to fuck you, to leave bruises on your skin and your fucking soul, to mark you as his in every way. Kylo groans as he leans back, his eyes roving over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

“That’s what you want, hm? To be fucked like a whore?” He bites out, hunger and anticipation burning in his eyes. You whimper at his harsh words and he scoffs as if he isn’t after the exact same thing. “And to think I was going to be gentle with you.”

“Like you said…” You say breathlessly. “Next time.”

That seems to spark the reaction you want because Kylo goes fucking feral. Your head spins as he flips you over onto your belly, his impatient hands pulling you up onto your knees. You try to bring yourself up onto your hands to steady yourself but Kylo isn’t having that; he plants a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves, pinning you face down against the floor. A shiver wracks down your spine at the pure vulnerability of it all. You’re completely at his will, unable and unwilling to do anything but take whatever he gives you.

Kylo gropes and kneads at your ass greedily, like he’s never felt something so soft and plush before and he wants to destroy it. You feel him shuffle behind you, widening his stance on his knees as he lines himself up, and you don’t even get the chance to tense up over the fact that he’s going to fuck you without bothering to prep you with his fingers. He slides into you in one fluid thrust, not stopping until he’s buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. It hurts so fucking good. The stretch steals your voice, steals the very air from your lungs and leaves you gasping like you’ve just broken the surface of the violent, crashing ocean of pleasure that threatens to drown you.

He stills like the idea of leaving your heat for even a second is unfathomable, his hands squeezing your hips like he’s trying to ground himself. It’s intoxicating to know you have this effect on him, that the warm fluttering of your cunt is enough to make such a sharp mind go entirely blank.

“Kylo…” You whine, finally finding your voice through the fog of pleasure that curls in your belly. “Kylo, please.”

“Little fucking whore.” Kylo growls. The words alone would have been enough to make you writhe, but it’s the low timbre of his voice as he spits them that really does you in. It has you whining brokenly and arching your back deeper, as if your offering of your body, of your submission, would be enough for him to grant you salvation. All it does is earn you a sharp smack to your ass, one that makes you whimper his name again. “That’s right, say my fucking name.”

The moment you open your mouth to comply, Kylo draws back and slams into you, and the only thing that can leave your mouth is a pathetic moan. He sets a sharp pace, pulling you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. The training room echoes with the filth it, the harsh sound of Kylo Ren fucking you like he hates you. Every thrust grinds against that spot inside of you that makes black spots dance across your vision from the sheer ecstasy of it all, and you can feel the pressure building almost embarrassingly fast. The effect he has on you is undeniable. Your body aches, begs for his attention.

One of his hands leaves your waist and before you can beg him to use it between your legs, it winds in your hair and wrenches your head up from where you buried your face in your arms. The angle strains your neck uncomfortably and Kylo scoffs at the little whimper that falls from your lips.

“Look at yourself,” He spits. You finally get your eyes to focus and the mirrored image you see in front of you makes heat flush through your body. It’s almost fascinating to watch Kylo fuck you like his life depends on it, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he works you over. Taut muscles tense and ripple, the image of a god taking out his pleasures on his worshiper. “You look so beautiful like this… on your knees for me, right where you fucking belong.”

The possessiveness that rips through his voice has your cunt tightening around him, aching for that last push to send you into ecstasy. Your thighs tremble beneath you and if you weren’t certain you would collapse, you’d let your fingers finish the job. Something tells you Kylo wouldn’t let you get that far even if you tried.

“Please,” Your voice breaks around the single syllable.

“Please, what?” He coos, voice full of mock sympathy that leaves you shuddering.

“Please let me cum,” You plead. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you see his shoulders soften minutely, a hint of the man who had been kissing you so deeply just moments before.

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He groans.

You’re about to beg some more, to promise him anything he wants in the fucking galaxy if he just lets you cum, when a flush of warmth laves against your clit. Your brain fucking short circuits, confusion and almost unbearable pleasure coursing through your body and leaving you a muddled mess. It takes a second for the wires to come uncrossed, but even then you’re barely able to piece two thoughts together.

“Are you - i-is that… ah, fuck!” You choke out, your eyes rolling under the double assault of his cock and the fucking Force buzzing at your clit.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Kylo groans. That voice is fucking sinful, almost as addictive as the pleasure he wrings from your body. The hand in your hair gives you a little shake, forces you to open your eyes. “Watch yourself when you fucking cum for me.”

White hot pleasure shreds through you, your body convulsing beneath him as an uncontrollable moan rips from your throat so harshly it leaves you hoarse. His hand finally relents his hold in your hair and you can’t stop yourself from collapsing beneath him, but he follows you, cages you against the floor with his chest to your back as he ruts into your fucked out body like a man possessed. His voice is low in your ear as he moans your name, making you shudder at the rough, untempered need. Kylo cums deep, shoves himself as far as your body allows as he fucks you through both of your devastating orgasms.

Kylo shushes your soft whimper as he pulls out and drops to the floor beside you, his chest rising and falling sharply as he tries to catch his breath. Despite barely being able to feel your legs, you manage to press yourself into his side and sate the need to feel his skin against yours. He lifts his arm, welcomes you into his embrace in the way his arm wraps around you tightly. The bliss leaves you floating, feeling soft and needy in a way you haven’t felt in so long, something you didn’t realize you were missing until you got it again. Your lips meet his throat in a gentle kiss and you can feel his happy hum vibrate against you.

You smile at the sound and eagerly give him more, trailing down the ridge of scar tissue that came far too close to taking his life. You can remember how hesitant he was to let you help him, how he stared up at you with guarded eyes as you applied medicine and dressing to the wound. It’s a far cry from the intimacy you’re sharing with him now, almost amusing in the stark contrast. Now Kylo closes his eyes under your gentle affection, trusts you in such a vulnerable, spent state that he’s close to falling asleep right there on the training room floor.

Just because he’s tired doesn’t mean he isn’t paying you any attention. He holds you close, arm wrapped tightly around you, and the position leaves your chest pressed against his side, bringing his attention to your breasts. Really, he had neglected him as he fucked you, which he finds himself regretting. You're so soft all over, but especially here and he can’t help but let his fingertips skim the slope of your breast, ghosting over your nipple until it perks up under the attention. A needy little noise slips from you when he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Kylo’s lips twitch up into a smile.

“I think you’re going soft on me.” He murmurs.

“Shut up, Kylo.”

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charmixpower · 2 years

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Answering the ask call although I've been musing this since yesterday- what do you think about the fact that both Riven's girlfriends had a very extreme, but opposing, stance on his personality?

Like, Darcy loved (or pretended to love) all about him and then she'd actively encourage him and push him to act on his worst impulses (which is... *checks notes* gossiping and talking shit? I'm still cracking up that it was such a big deal in the show that he left yet literally all he did was tell Darcy about Bloom's test, which wasn't a secret to begin with, and told Sky that she's a thot. He also told her about Bloom coming over to CT but again it's not as if he planned the set up, he just gave his GF a headsup that someone's breaking in lol) and later Musa who fell for him on first sight is picking issue with everything about him and later on mostly ignoring his progresses; two very unhealthy things in a relationship, both relationships coming to be by the girl pursuing him, not the other way around.

Also I always thought that Riven should have been the one to expose Sky's and Brandon's lie? He's smart and nosey, could have figured it out- kept QUIET about it while they were still friendly because he gets it's for Sky's safety but still pissed he's played for fool- and then spilling the beans to both Darcy and probably Winx too, just to get at them. Which is petty and bitter and wrong, he pretty much fucked up a security system in years of making, BUT it is a passion crime and while it needs to be apologized for it can also be forgiven. But it is still a more tangible offense against the cast then "so babe listen you know how Bloom goes to school?! Well TOMORROW she's having a TEST!! I KNOW, CRAZY!"

(it also saves Bloom the utmost humiliation lol. Although, imagine if she attacked Riven instead? Riven whispering it to her during the day of Royals because hey what's she gonna do, she won't be able to react for hours it'll eat her alive until she checks- and she loses her temper and just drags him across the floor lol.

Also, afterthought: it would have been cool if we had a convo between Bloom and Riven where he says sorry for the Day of the Rose, but it's also addressed he acted that way because he thought she tried to kill him/seriously hurt him. Let's be real pushing a driver at such a speed is deadly and tbh that way Darcy herself saved him would have ended up with broken ribs at least. Like I don't think they focused on the right thing in the show, everyone acted like he was pissed about the race but the more rational (and less cringe) thing would have been if he focused on the aggravated assault aspect of it all lol.

Holy shit djwndjwken you came though with a long ass question

Honestly I don't think Riven has like a perticualr type or anything? Big headcanon warning. He comes off as the type of person who falls in love with people who are nice to him. Like, I'm aromantic so I do not intimately understand the mechanics of actual crushes, but as someone who was generally disliked most of my life the moment someone was nice to me I'd instantly adore them. But it has to happen in a very specific way or the paranoia kicks in and he assumes their just being nice for their own benefit. Darcy set up their first meeting to make sure Riven didn't get paranoid of her.

Riven also doesn't seem to be the type of person to act on crushes? I think he's scared of rejection so he only a) flirts with people who he knows like him or b) makes sure the flirting can be played off as something else so he can't be rejected properly

I have no substance for this hc except for the fact that the 3(?) Girls Riven has had a crush on have had fucking nothing in common, this man cannot have a type he just vibes around people he happened to get a crush on

I think Riven got a crush on Musa because Musa had a crush on him and like made an effort to get him to like her, and it worked bc Riven falls in love easy and has no type. That's what I'm going with. Though out s2 he came to love Musa's personality then got a crush on her, and not the other way around which is how I'm pretty sure most crushes work

He either falls instantly or after a year of knowing someone there is no in-between

Uh my answer to the question is that Riven doesn't have a dynamic he's looking for in his relationships, Darcy and Musa liked him and he mostly was interested in them bc they offered him kindness and really fell bc they actually liked him

I don't think Riven would even register the difference, Darcy was only using him, Musa actually likes him (for some unknown reason). Their different people, of course the dynamic is different! He says unaware that he just went from on extreme to the other

I think due to Riven's extreme personality he attracts similarly intense and extreme people

Riven is just kinda a petty king and I love him for it

OK BUT I HAD THAT HC TOO?? HOW THE FUCK ARE WE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH??

Brandon talks and holds himself a lot better than Sky does, or else the ruse wouldn't fool anyone, but he definitely doesn't know the difference between a salad fork and dinner fork

Riven doesn't know the difference either but Sky very clearly does and Riven wants to know why right the fuck now

While they're all friends I think he'd only do it bc he respects Brandon but after??? Darcy you wanna hear something juicy???

Omg if Riven was the one to tell Bloom that would be so fucked up but what if he went to Diaspro instead??? Had Darcy send her a anonymous message of Sky and Bloom kissing that he took it something, that would make the whole situation so much worse for Bloom bc she gets to find out about Sky's fiance from her crying or angry (choose your Diaspro interpretation) face. Either way, Riven trys to get both Bloom and Sky killed at the same time. Efficiency

Oh yeah Riven should of Been upset bc Bloom nearly killed him, the race is so dumb. I don't even know why he gave a shit about everyone else, he should of wanted Bloom and everyone at the day of rose specifically dead. No one else bc why even bother? Revenge is stronger when it's specific

#im dissociating and aromantic fnwndjwnsns #asks #rus chatters #if this makes no sense thats why gknwjdskejej #my apologies #i love rambling about Riven... favorite hobby rn #long post #winx club #winx riven #winx bloom #winx diaspro #winx darcy #winx sky

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abri-chan · 3 years

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Low-quality proof of Bernard/o being a thot for days at a time:

> jealous bitch much?

> what are you sitting on the shelf for?

> enters the room, activates thot-stance

> went from friendly to rape-face real quick

> boy don't be acting like you fuck, you don't fuck

> he looks so much like Giorno in this one

> is that a gun in your pants or? seriously where did he pull that gun from?

#anime manga rambles #gangsta.#gangsta #bernard corsica #op is attracted to this man #send help #worick arcangelo

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wakandascrystal · 3 years

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Cloudy skies 🌨

Erik x Blackreader

A/n: I wrote this in 6 minutes.💀🙈🤭 please dont mind spelling errors.

During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?

He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.

"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.

"Yes." he hummed into your skin.

"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"

"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans

"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."

"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."

"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"

"Just say you're not looking for anybody."

"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."

"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.

"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"

"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."

"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."

He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.

"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"

Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.

".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."

"Dont spin this on me. I love you."

"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"

He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.

Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.

So Y/N what would you do?

🍒 Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.

🍒 Leave Erik and find someone who may or may not love you. But will definitely show you public affection and claim you with a title.

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