#you will never hurt me no matter that i've let you hold my naked heart

[spncupcake]

186 writing prompts //

I found this post earlier last year. OP deleted the post, but I had saved this. These are NOT my ideas - credits to OP.

Angst:

1. " Give me a chance. "

2. " Not you again.."

3. " Leave me alone."

4. " I don't love you anymore. "

5. "Why do you hate me? "

6. " Host the baby. "

7. " I thought you loved me. "

8. " I don't need you anymore."

9. " I can't believe you! '

10. " We cant keep this up forever. "

11. " You're a monster. "

12. " I hate you. "

13. " Don't leave me...

14. " You're a disappointment. "

15. " Don't die on me - Please."

16. " I never meant to hurt you. "

17. " Are you upset with me? "

18. " I wish i'd never met you. "

19. "I'm going to kill you! "

20. " Please don't hurt me like this."

21. ”Thanks for nothing. "

22. " Dont call this number again. "

23. " Why did you spare me? '

24. " You need to leave. "

25. " I'm sick. "

26. " I'm dying."

27. " I wish i'd never met you."

28. " I thought we were family!"

29. " There was never an us."

30. " So that's it? It's over? "

31. " I fucked up."

32. " I came to say goodbye. "

33. He's dead because of you. "

34. " I don't deserve to be loved. "

35. " About the baby... Its yours.

Love:

36. " I'm so in love with you. "

37. " Dance with me! "

38. " Isn't this amazing? "

39. " I wish we could stay like this forever. "

40. " Will you marry me? "

41. " I'm pregnant."

42. " I need a hug. "

43. " You're special to me. "

44. " I'm going to keep you safe. "

45. " Do you trust me? "

46. " Can I kiss you right now? "

47. " You're cute when you're angry. "

48. " I've liked you for awhile now. "

49. ~ Lets have a baby."

50. " We'd make such a cute couple."

51. " I want to take care of you. "

52. " Can we cuddle? "

53. " It's lonely here without you."

54. " I can't stand the thought of loosing you. "

55. " Shut up and kiss me already."

56. " Are you flirting with me? "

57. " Is that my shirt? "

58. " How did we get here? "

59. " You own my heart. "

60. " You'd be a great dad. "

61. " You'd be a great mom."

62. " I want to protect you. "

63. "Whats the matter? "

64. " You're so beautiful. "

65. " Did you do something different with your hair?”

66. " Is that a new perfume? "

67. " Stop being so cute. "

68. " You're making me blush! "

69. " You're teasing me again..."

70. " This is why I fell in love with you. "

71. " You're the best! "

72. " They're going to love you, don't worry! "

73. " Oh, Are you ticklish? "

74. " Of course I remembered! "

75. " You're one hell of a girl. "

76. " You're one hell of a guy. "

77. " Are you jealous? '

78. " Hold me and never let me go. "

79. " Stop hogging all the blankets! "

80. " Let’s run away together."

General:

81. " Catch me if you can! "

82. " I'm fine. "

83. " Are you drunk? "

84. " Are you high? "

85. " We cant go in there...

86. " Give it back! a

87. " Well this is just great. "

88. " Don't touch me."

89. " Not sure if you could tell, but l'm not exactly a people person. "

90. "This was fun - Lets do it again sometime!"

91. " I didn't do it! "

92. " I did it... "

93. I don't remember that! "

94. Well that's pretty rude of you to say."

95. " Get that thing away from me! "

96. " You owe me. "

97. " Do you believe in aliens? "

98. " Do you believe in ghosts? "

99. " Are you hitting on me? "

100. " Why are you naked? "

101. " You did what?!"

102. " You have... Superpowers? "

103. " Why are you bleeding? "

104. " Where did all these puppies come from?"

105. " Don't make me come over there myself! "

106. " That wasn't funny."

107. " This tastes horrible. "

108. " This is delicious! "

109. " Are you mad at me? "

110. " Stop ignoring me..."

111. " I love that show too! '

112. " Can I borrow that book of yours?"

113. " Lets blow this joint."

114. " Let me help you with that. "

115. " Take that back! "

116. " Wanna go see a movie with me? "

117. " No way, that's so lame. "

118. "What are you listening to? "

119. " I brought you your coffee."

120. " Don't fuck this up. "

121. " Run! "

122. " Lets run away together. "

123. " I haven't slept in four days..."

124. " Your turn to do the dishes. "

125. " Was I really that drunk? "

126. " Was I really that stoned? "

127. "Give me back my phone! "

128. " You're an asshole. "

129. " Are you cold? '

130. " This place gives me the creeps. "

131. " I swear my house is haunted. "

132. " Did you hear that? "

133. " It's just your imagination. "

134. " Just how stupid do you think I am? "

135. " Stop being such a baby."

136. " Go back to bed. "

137. " Are you okay? "

138. " I can take care of myself just fine."

139. " Thanks for helping me back there."

140. " Since when have we ever been friends? "

141. "What on earth are you wearing? "

142. " I can't feel my legs! "

143. " Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. "

144. " Put me down! "

145. " There's only one bed..."

146. " It isn't what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is..

147. " How did Hoose it? "

148. " I read your diary."

149. " This is awkward. "

150. " Didn't you read the sign? "

151. " Do you think you can teach me that?”

Below are NSFW prompts.

Please if you're rebloggling tell your followers if you're interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual:

152. " Bite me. "

153. " Make me."

154. " Fuck me. "

155. " Stop teasing me so much..."

156. " Do you like it when I touch you like that?'

157. " Okay.. This is new."

158. “Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?”

159. "You're in trouble now. "

160. " What a pretty sight. "

161. " Bend over. "

162. " On your knees. "

163. " The food looks great but.. There's something much more delicious i'd like to eat right now. "

164. " Lay back. "

165. " Take off your clothes. "

166. " Well, fine; just this once."

167. " I'm waiting."

168. " You're so beautiful. "

169.  “As you wish."

170. "First one to make a noise looses."

171. " You have no idea what you do to me. "

172. " If you're bored; Wanna have sex? "

173. " Ive wanted this for so long. "

174. "Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. "

175. "Can I touch you? '

176. "Open up."

177. "No strings attached. "

178. " Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? '

179. " Mine."

180. " The nights still young. "

181. "We cant do that here! "

182. " Behave."

183. What did you just say? "

184. " Good girl. "

185. " Good boy. "

186. " Come here."

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[lady-maracas]

Prompt list

HI! If you have a request, you can choose choose 2-3 prompts from this list.

Find my masterlist here.

What I write for:

Star Wars

RDR2

Hazbin Hotel

MCU/Marvel

(Or literally any other fandom I know)

I'm ok with smut, not my speciality tho...

I'm pretty open for anything!

Fluff Prompts

"You're the best first kiss I've ever had."

"You got me flowers?"

"Wait, you think I'm cute?"

"You're lucky that you're cute."

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile."

"It's better with you here."

"You're welcome to stay, if you want."

"I haven't laughed like this in a long time."

"Hold still. This might hurt a little."

"I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me."

"Is that my shirt?"

"You remembered?"

"Was that your first kiss?"

"You're the only thing that matters."

"Nope! Puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time!

"Keep it. It looks better on you."

"You feel like home to me."

"You're so dumb!"

"You could punch me in the face and I'd still want you."

"You're driving me crazy here!"

"I've been worried sick! Where the hell were you?"

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"Don't ever do that again."

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..."

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"Wanna dance?"

"YOU DID WHAT!?"

"If you die, I'm gonna kill you."

"You're not as funny as you think you are..."

"You were put on this Earth to give me a headache."

"You're ticklish?"

"You are a terrible influence."

"In my defence, I really wanted to."

"Just marry me already."

"Did I just say that out loud?"

"Can I braid your hair?"

"Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Come here, and give me a goodnigt kiss."

"You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need."

"You know you love me."

Smut prompts

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell lot louder than that."

"Let me make you feel better."

"You're not the innocent little angel everyone thinks you are."

"You're playing hard to get?"

"I want to kiss every inch of you."

"I've been thinking about you all day."

"How badly do you want me?"

"I've never done something like this before."

"You look good like this."

"I won't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

"I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know."

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

"Show me how much you missed me."

"You're such a tease."

"It's hot when you talk back."

"You know where to find me."

"Did I say you could stop?"

"You better watch your mouth."

"Come over here and make me."

"Use your words."

"We're in public, you know?"

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

"You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting!"

"It's not my fault you keep turning me on."

"Come, sit."

"Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it?"

"I want you now."

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

"Each of my thoughts about you were improper."

"You wanna have sex with me?"

"Are you sure? Once I start I don't think I'm able to stop."

"I guess I'll just get off by myself,"

"Want help with that?"

"We're not just friends, you know that."

"Friends don't do this kind of shit!"

"You're naked aren't you?"

"Come to my room theres this ting I want to try-"

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

"Make me yours."

Angst Prompts

"You think you know me, but the the truth is you don't."

"Going home isn't an option anymore."

"Do you wish I was different?"

"You deserve better than what you've got."

"I'm affraid of losing you, okay?"

"I know you probably hate me right now, and I get it."

"There's something you're not telling me."

"Why would I trust you again?"

"I think you expect too much from me."

"Don't start a fight you won't win."

"You've changed."

"This isn't worth crying over."

"Are you avoiding me?"

"I can't lose you again!"

"You didn't just break my heart, you broke my trust."

"I don't have the energy to fight with you anymore."

"I lost myself the day I lost you."

"You're the only mistake I don't regret."

"Thanks for the trauma, by the way."

"It would be better if you stayed away from me."

""I didn't realise I was such an inconvenience."

"I'd take our relationship back in a heartbeat."

"Don' go on that date"

"When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?"

"Please, don't leave me."

"What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

"I don't need you to tell me who I am!"

"Will you even miss me at all?"

"All I wanted was a happy ending."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

"For once in your life, what do YOU want?"

"I was a fool for believing what you said."

"I know you're tired."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Are they really more important than me?"

"Stop acting like you were ever in love with me!"

"Do you ever think about anyone else than yourself?"

"You are so naive."

"I would risk everything for you."

"You know I still love you, right?"

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[parisian-nicole]

A Miami Vice Fic: Free Falling (Chp. 6)

Free Falling Chapter 5: https://parisian-nicole.tumblr.com/post/691856157619388416/a-miami-vice-fic-free-falling-chp-5

Sonny had tried to coax Trudy to lie down and rest, but she wouldn't relinquish her hold on him. So, with her naked body still wrapped in his embrace he had laid them both down on the bed, and he grasped the sheets to cover her with. It was now over an hour since their confrontation ended, over an hour since he regained his memories of his old life while retaining the memories of all the things he had done in the new one. Most of the things he had done as Sonny Burnett angered him but the thing that disgusted him was how he had treated Trudy. He didn't think there was anything he could ever say or do to make up for the mental and emotional harm he was sure he'd caused her.

"I'm sorry, Trudy," He whispered into the top of her head while she lay with her head pressed against his chest and her right arm wrapped around his back. Her left hand clutched the front of his shirt, and he knew she only clung to him so tightly to make sure he had no distance to lash out at her, and it broke his heart. "I'm so, so sorry, baby," He mumbled into her curls as he closed his eyes to try to push back the onslaught of tears and howls of rage that he wanted to let out.

"Crockett…" Trudy's muffled voice spoke out. "Is it really you? Do you really remember?" She questioned and he tightened his embrace and kissed the top of her head before he replied.

"Yeah, it's really me and I remember," He sighed out as he let his head fall back against the piles of pillows on the bed and lifted his eyes to the ceiling. "I'm a detective at the Miami Organized Crime Bureau along with you, Gina, Tubbs, and Switek, under the supervision of Lieutenant Martin Castillo," He recited, and he felt her shudder a little against him as she rubbed her nose into his chest.

"Welcome Back," She whispered out.

"You brought me back, I'm just sorry that my hurting you the way I did was the trigger. I can't believe that I was going to …" He clamped his eyes shut to will the image away.

"But you didn't," Trudy quickly spoke out as she raised her head and looked up at him. "Hey," she called to him and he turned his head to look at her, and something tightened in his chest. "You stopped before anything bad could happen."

"You mean before anything 'else' bad could happen," He corrected. "I also remember everything I've done as Burnett, and I hurt you yesterday."

"I didn't mind the things you did yesterday. Yeah, I'm still a little sore from it but I'm sure you are too because I gave as good as I got," And she had as his back and shoulders still had the scratches and bite marks to show for it. "And what you tried to do tonight …" She took a shaky breath before she continued. And although he didn't want to think about it, he felt he had no right to stop her from speaking on it. "It wasn't so much what you were doing that was scary. Honestly, under different circumstances, I might have been more willing to try it. But you … Sonny Burnett, was angry with me and wanted to punish me, and that's what was terrifying for me. But it doesn't matter now because you're back in your right state of mind. Back to being the good guy, and I know Sonny Crockett would never purposely harm me or anyone else," He appreciated her words, and once upon a time he would have agreed. But knowing all the things he had done as Sonny Burnett, things he had enjoyed doing, now he was not so sure. He lifted his right hand and brushed the back of the hand across her cheek. "So, what's the plan?" She asked and he was happy about the change of subject. "As much as I want to go home, you can't. You're a wanted man now thanks to Sonny Burnett."

"Yeah, I know, but eventually I have to go back to atone for what I've done," Sonny sighed out heavily as he absentmindedly rubbed his hand up and down her arm, while his eyes locked back onto the ceiling.

"But it wasn't really you, and I'm sure that will be taken into account," Trudy proclaimed as she now rubbed the hand that she had been clutching him with across his chest as she laid her head back down against him.

"It was me, Trudy," He said as he carefully extracted himself from her body and then sat on the side of the bed. Trudy sat up as she held the sheets to cover her nakedness. She remained silent as she watched Sonny's hunched over back. She knew he wanted and needed to say more. "Sonny Burnett is a part of me. An alias I made up, yeah, but also created from my psyche. I always played him up to be a darker version of the real me, so I would come across as believable, you know? The things he did to you he did because there's a part of me that wanted it too," Trudy had already realized this and so she knew she couldn't argue the point with him, so she tried another tactic.

"I trust 'you' and I'm not afraid of 'you', Sonny," She stated truthfully though she knew it would take some time for her mind to reconcile that this man with her now was Crockett and not Burnett.

"You shouldn't trust me, Trudy, and you should be scared of me. No, you should be horrified and disgusted by what I tried to do to you, and of these feelings that are inside of me," He turned and looked at her over his shoulder. And he couldn't stop his eyes from raking over her frame, or the sudden carnal urges that bubbled up inside of him as he drank her in. "I wanted to possess you, bend you to my will, and break you if you didn't submit to me."

"I know," And she did know, she knew it after their second 'date', and that was why she felt she had to pull out and run away.

"Burnett's feelings didn't just stop or go away when my memories came back Trudy," Sonny confessed as he turned away from her in shame. Her mouth fell open and let out a low gasp of surprise. "I still feel it all. I know you don't believe it, but he really did fall for you, and so did I," A tear slipped from her eyes as she listened to him. She felt guilt and thought that she had caused this predicament they were in by purposely getting close to him. She knew Sonny Burnett was romantically and sexually interested in her, but she had been so lost in her determination to save Sonny Crockett she hadn't considered what it would cost her or him in the long run. "I still desire you and I am very jealous and feel enraged at the thought of someone else having you. I still feel all of that, and it scares me."

"Sonny," She called out to him gently as she reached out and placed her soft hand upon his back. He quickly stood and moved away from the bed as if her touch had burned him. And it left her feeling rejected and even bereaved.

"Don't console me, I don't deserve that from you after the way I've treated you, and I can't …" He paused and took a deep breath as he roughly raked his hands through his hair, then turned to stare down at her. "I still want you; do you understand? So, you can't touch me, in fact, you shouldn't even be around me. Carrera wants me to stick around for the deal he has set up with Tubbs, two weeks from now. So, I will take the speedboat into the mainland, stay there, and the crew here on the yacht will get you back to Miami safely," This got Trudy stumbling from the bed still holding the sheet around herself.

"What? No way, Sonny," She hissed out lowly at him mindful of the guards that might be posted outside the door. "You need backup and I'm all you've got. I am not leaving you here alone."

"It's just until Tubbs arrives. I am sure he's bringing the Calvary with him. When he busts Carrera, I will turn myself in as well."

"No, you can't. Sonny, right now you're wanted more than Carrera is after you killed a cop."

"Yeah, I know but Jimmy Hagovitch was dirty as hell, and also it was in self-defense."

"Well, is there any evidence that he was dirty? If we can find that kind of evidence, then that would definitely help prove it was self-defense. We could say that he found out you were undercover and came at you," She said as she mulled it over in her head.

"We? No sweetheart, there ain't no we. It's just me because you're going back to Miami," He stated though he smirked a little at the way she was so vehemently trying to defend what he had done.

"No," Trudy said as she shook her head. "And if you try to force me back on this boat, as soon as they drop me off, I'll be on the next boat back here. I know where we are now and how to find my way back to Carrera's compound."

"Trudy," He grumbled out slightly irritated with her being so stubborn. He let out a heavy sigh as he rested his hands on his hips and looked over at her. He felt himself becoming aroused at the sight of her and quickly dropped his eyes to the floor. She saw it, the flash of heat behind his eyes and then the shame. She took tentative steps to where he stood, not out of fear of him, but fear that she would spook him away.

"Hey," She called softly to him as she reached out and grasped his left hand into her right hand. Sonny sucked in a sharp intake of air and tried to pull away, but she held him more firmly. "I am not mad at you, and I'm not scared of you. What has happened and almost happened between us, well, we can't change any of it no matter how much we might want to. But we also cannot let it define us or change our friendship," He threw her a skeptical look that questioned 'how they would do that?'. "And it's our business and I would appreciate it if you kept it just between us. Others might think of it in a way that it really wasn't."

"They would think that I raped you and they'd be right, Trudy," He spat out and she saw the regret and tears forming in his eyes.

"No, you didn't!" she huffed out as she grew frustrated with him and trying to explain what probably would make no sense to anyone else but her. "I won't deny that Sonny Burnett could have been more tactful and gentler with his lovemaking, but I also can't deny that I like the things he did to me, and how he made me feel. Part of me even feels guilty because I know I took advantage of a situation I knew 'you' had no control over," She confessed as she bowed her head a bit. Sonny's mouth fell open in shock and he gawked at her as if she had lost her mind. "I've thought about what it would be like taking you to bed, Sonny. I mean, Gina, spoke very highly of your sexual prowess and she piqued my interest," She smiled coyly at him. "So, I lived vicariously through Sonny Burnett to bed Sonny Crockett, because I know you don't think of me in a sexual way, and I figured I'd never get that opportunity in our real life," She shrugged a little while he shook his head in disbelief.

"I appreciate that you want to make me feel better about what happened, I really do, sweetheart," Sonny replied. "But I don't know if I'll ever be okay with it. Regardless of how it ended, it started from a dark place and for that I am sorry."

"You're sorry and I'm sorry so we're even," She said this and she squeezed his hand a little. "Now, let's forget it and never mention it again, please," Sonny took another deep breath as he dropped his head and looked down at their joined hands. He let his thumb stroke the delicate skin on her hand for a moment, before he pulled from her grasp. He turned and moved to the bathroom door and he paused at the threshold, where he kept his back to her.

"For the record, from the moment I met you, I was very attracted to you, Trudy," He stated. "I just never mustered up the nerve to approach you because I always thought you, were way out of my league," With that said he walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him, leaving a stunned Trudy in his wake. A few seconds later the water from the shower could be heard. Trudy moved to the closet, pulled out one of the white satin nightgowns, slipped it on, and then climbed back in the bed to await Sonny. It had taken nearly two hours for him to finally come out of the bathroom and she was sure it was him trying to wait her out, hoping she'd fall asleep before he came out. He wore only a towel about his waist as he moved through the darkened room, which was illuminated some by the moonlight coming through the only window in the room. He moved to the dresser, grabbed some boxers, and pulled them on under the towel, which he then let fall to the floor. Sonny glanced at the bed where Trudy lay, he couldn't make out her face in the darkness and assumed she was asleep, so he moved to the small chaise lounge near the window and settled down for the night.

"Sonny," Trudy's whispery voice reached out to him, and he was startled and looked to the bed. "Will you come hold me?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, darlin," He replied while he made no attempt to comply with her request. "I don't trust myself."

"Please, just until I fall asleep," She begged. She hadn't bothered starting another discussion about her trusting him because she decided she could show him better than she could tell him. A moment of silence passed between them before Sonny begrudgingly stood from the chaise and moved to the bed. Trudy tossed back the covers in greeting. Once he was in the bed she slid right against him, wrapped her arms around his midsection, placed her head on his breastbone, and closed her eyes with a sated sigh. Sleep came almost instantly for her, but was long in coming for him. His mind wouldn't allow him to rest as long as he held her warm, soft body while he combated strong sexual urges her closeness invoked in him. Once he was sure she was sound asleep he found his escape back to the chaise lounge where he finally fell asleep.

****

The morning found Trudy alone in the bedroom. She stumbled in the hurry to shower, dress, and get above deck to ensure Sonny had not sent the yacht back to Miami. She was relieved when she found him on the deck seated at the table which the servers were placing breakfast upon. She glanced at their surroundings and saw they were still a few miles out from the island. Sonny seemed lost in thought as he sat at the table with his legs crossed, coffee in hand, dark shades on, and staring out over the ocean. She noticed that his attire today, a lilac cotton tee, white linen trousers, and white loafers, were very much Crockett's style. His outfit also complimented the purple tank she wore with white shorts, and white sneakers. She wore her hair back in a ponytail and had in silver hoop earrings.

"Good morning," She called out as she moved to the table. He turned to her and looked her over before averting his eyes as if the mere sight of her caused him dismay.

"Morning," He replied and then turned his focus back to the ocean. She quickly thanked the server who had settled the last dish onto the table and then hurried away. "What time did you get up?" She asked casually as she sat down and poured herself a glass of orange juice. She was interested to know if he had gotten any sleep.

"Pretty early," Sonny spoke truthfully and then lifted the coffee mug to his lips and took a sip. "I couldn't sleep," He added on as he rested the mug atop is crossed leg. Trudy knew the reason he was restless but opted not to bring up their altercation again, in the hopes that if they don't talk about it, it would be forgotten.

"What's on your itinerary today, do you have another meeting with Carrera?" He simply shook his head no as the sea breeze blew through his feathered shoulder-length locks. "Good, then you can take me sightseeing. It is such a beautiful island, and I didn't get to see much of it yesterday," She made herself sound nonchalant and excited about the prospect in the hopes it would inspire Sonny, but she could tell by the look on his face he would need more convincing. "Please, Sonny, if we're going to be stuck here for the next 2 weeks, I don't want to be confined to this boat the entire time," She pouted slightly and even through his shades she could see his eyes hone in on her lips as he said nothing. He then dropped his head a little and let out a defeated sigh.

"Vinnie," Sonny finally called out and the guard quickly approached.

"Yes, Mr. Burnett?"

"Prepare the speedboat, I'm taking the lady sightseeing," He announced and the smile that graced Trudy's face was so big and bubbly that Sonny couldn't stop the smile it invoked from him.

****

Once they had docked and made their way into town Sonny was greeted by an older man who appeared to be working the docks. They conversed for a few minutes off to the side, then Sonny nodded, gave the man a wad of cash, and the man rushed off.

"What was that all about?" Trudy questioned but Sonny said nothing directly to her at first, he side-stepped around her, and addressed the guards. The two men nodded as Sonny spoke and then Mike started to walk of while Vinnie hesitated and needed more coaxing from Sonny. Finally, Vinnie walked off following the same trek Mike had taken. Then Sonny finally made his way back to where Trudy stood watching him curiously. "No, guards?" She asked a little concerned out of fear Miguel Carrera might plot some sort of retaliation against Sonny.

"No, it seems Miguel tucked his tail between his legs and left the island. He went back to Miami sometime last night and won't be back until the meeting with Rico. So, we can relax for a while."

"And you don't think Oscar Carrera might seek some sort of justice for his son?" She asked and Sonny actually chuckled a little at the thought.

"He doesn't have a guard in his entire compound who would take on that job. He treats them all like shit. When I came into the organization and took charge of the guards, I treated them like men and showed them respect. I also, allowed them a cut of every job we did where there was any money left on the table; divided everything up equally and never reported any of it to Oscar, who would have just taken it all for himself. So, I have their loyalty. Most are very decent men and I hate the idea of them going down with Carrera," Sonny stated as he pushed his shades back on and then pushed his hands into his pockets. "So, where to first?" Trudy stepped closer to him and looped her arm with his. She felt him stiffen for just a second before he relaxed again.

"You tell me," She replied as they began to walk through the town. "You're more familiar with the island than I am. What do you suggest?"

"Well, there's always some festival going on somewhere. Usually on the outskirts of town where the true people of the island live."

"These aren't the true people?" Trudy questioned as she glanced at the people walking around them.

"Most are, yeah, but they just work here in town. They don't live here. This town was built from the ground up by Carrera. It's a very profitable tourist and vacation business for him. When I get out of the business, I think I might do something like-" The words died on his lips as reality shouted in his head. A reality where he wasn't Sonny Burnett part-time drug smuggler, part-time enforcer, but Sonny Crockett the police officer. Trudy clutched his arm a little tighter with her left hand as she rubbed her right hand up and down his arm. But she said nothing because she didn't know what to say about the situation. She couldn't even imagine what he was going through mentally and emotionally. "We'll walk to the outskirts it's not too far, but let's stop and get a cold drink first," Even though he had opted to not wear the matching jacket it was still quite humid and he was already starting to sweat a little. "I'll go across the street to get the drinks, you wait here," Sonny said and then hurried across the street, while she stood watching him from where she stood. She didn't stand for long before she could feel eyes on her, and since Sonny's back was now to her it wasn't his.

"Hello, Beautiful Lady," A heavy accented male voice called out from right behind her. She inwardly groaned and kept her eyes locked onto Sonny's back. She felt a little panicked by the thought that Sonny might be upset. He had told her last night that the dangerously possessive jealous nature of Sonny Burnett was also a part of him. "You cannot be from the island, for I have never seen any island girl as fine as you are," The tall, slender built black man continued.

"Thank you but I have a boyfriend," Trudy finally spoke as she regarded him for just a second before she focused back onto Sonny, who now stood at the drink stand paying for their drinks while he glared across the street at where she stood.

"A boyfriend?" The man repeated and she heard another man's chuckle. She hadn't realized there was more than one of the men, but three of them. "I don't see a boyfriend," The man continued.

"Well, he's standing right across the street at that drink stand, looking right at you," She said and got just the reaction she had hoped for. She heard gasps from the three men, and one grumbled the names Burnett and Carrera.

"We're so sorry to have bothered you Miss," The black man spoke out as he and his two friends literally ran away from where she stood, as Sonny made his way back across the street.

"New friends?" He asked as he handed her the drink, he had gotten her.

"No … Uh … they were just some locals," Trudy stammered out nervously and then sipped at the straw in her cup.

"What did they say to you?" He turned his eyes to her as she bowed her head and locked her eyes down to the street they walked along.

"Uhm," She wasn't sure she wanted to reply. She didn't want to trigger an angry response from him.

"I'm not gonna chase them down and shoot them, even if the thought had crossed my mind," He said and she smiled up at him thinking he was joking, but his stoic face told her he meant what he had said.

"He just said that I was beautiful, that's all, Sonny," He nodded to her words and allowed his eyes to scan their surrounding as they walked on.

"He's right, you are," He lifted his straw to his lips and sipped before he spoke again. "And now I know for sure that you have to go back to Miami," He said out of the blue and she turned confused eyes onto him.

"Sonny, we've already discussed this."

"No, darlin, we haven't," He chuckled a little. "You can't stay, Trudy, you're not safe here."

"Why isn't it safe? I'm with you and you just said that Miguel won't be around for two weeks, and Oscar isn't a real threat."

"You're not safe around 'me'," Sonny declared, and she frowned up at his words.

"I already told you Sonny, that I'm not afraid of you … not the real you, and I trust you," With a low grumble of frustration Sonny grabbed her arm and moved her into a narrow alley between the two buildings they stood in front of. Once they were hidden down the alley way, he carefully pushed her back into the wall of one of the buildings.

"You should be afraid of me, because I'm afraid of myself, and you shouldn't trust me because I don't trust myself around you," He confessed as he stood facing her. "Trudy, these feelings," He smacked his right hand against his chest and then fisted the hand there. "They're intense and I'm having to fight with myself to stay in control of them, and they're all about you," Trudy shivered a little at his words and the wildness in his eyes. She was actually surprised by how aroused she had become just from knowing she invoked such feelings in him.

"Do you want to hurt me, Sonny?" She asked plainly because she needed to know for sure, and he shook his head quickly in reply before he spoke.

"No, but …" He paused unsure if he could express to her how he truly felt. "Right now, this second," He started to speak again as he locked his eyes onto hers. "I want to take you right up against that wall behind you. Take you hard and deep. And I know it's just male posturing bullshit because those guys made an innocent pass at you. But there's this voice in my head yelling at me to mark my territory, mark you. Not caring who might see us. Not caring if you'd protest, cry, or fight me to stop me. So, no I don't want to hurt you, Trudy, but I could and I would hurt you to have you. Fuck!" He barked out as he stepped back, rested his hands on his hips, and raised his head to the heavens. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to make it go away. So, you should not be around me. It's really not safe," He looked at her once again while he shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts. Trudy in that moment wasn't outraged, mad, or even frightened by what he had disclosed. She could literally see him struggling with these new feelings and desires brought on by Sonny Burnett, and she just wanted to make it better for him. She reached out her right hand, grasped his left hand, and tugged him close to her. Sonny allowed her to lead him until they were standing toe to toe and nose to nose.

"It's okay to desire me, Sonny," She spoke in a low and seductive voice, and he stared entranced as his eyes darted in between her eyes and her mouth. "I desire you too," She confessed freely. "And if we ever want to act on our desires that's okay too, because we're two consenting adults, both in our right minds … now," She joked with a smile, and he chuckled. "So, if you want to kiss me or touch me you can, I wouldn't mind it. So long as you're being nice and gentle with me, okay?" As if he had needed to test her words and his own restraints, he reached up both of his hands, tenderly cupped her face, and then swooped in and kissed her. She instantly melted against him and welcomed him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him even closer. Trudy moaned in pleasure as Sonny moved his hands to hold her closer. One of his hands now gripped the back of her neck while the other was wrapped around her svelte waist. The kiss grew heady and Sonny would have truly taken Trudy right then and there, up against that wall had the moment not been interrupted by unexpected giggling. They yanked apart and turned to see several small children watching them from the opposite end of the narrow alleyway. Sonny hurriedly stepped back from Trudy, who stood giggling back at the children and how they had been busted. Sonny smiled at the children as he grasped Trudy's hand into his own and then lead them back out of the alley the same way they had come in.

****

Trudy had been surprised by how lively the outskirts of the town was. It was even more colorful and active than the ritzier tourist side. They had been there for over three hours and she still was excited and enthralled by all the energy of the people and the festival they were having. Even Sonny was more relaxed and was enjoying himself. After his open and honest conversation with Trudy, he felt more at ease with her. Him knowing that his feelings, the attraction and desire he felt wasn't one-sided made him less afraid of being close to her. Sonny also felt that some of the extreme jealousy he had felt had alleviated. He wasn't easily triggered as he watched Trudy dance with the others in the streets. Although his jaw would clinch in mild irritation whenever a man would approach her, Trudy would quickly appease any growing anger within him by making it known that she was with him. For her part Trudy felt more comfortable with him. She felt as if she were with a partner who was watching her back, instead of feeling she had to stay on guard with him. She even boldly initiated a couple of deep, delicious kisses with Sonny, which he hungrily welcomed. They stayed well after dark to watch the fireworks the locals always had to mark the end of their festivals. So, it was after eight o'clock when Sonny and Trudy strolled arm-in-arm through the streets as they made their way back to the docks, where they found Vinnie and Mike waiting for them.

****

Sometime later back on the yacht

****

"Today was a great day," Trudy stated with a huge smile as she led the way into the master bedroom she shared with Sonny. He followed behind her though he paused and dismissed the guards that seemed to always be stationed at the door. Then he crossed the threshold and closed the door. She watched him curiously as he removed the two guns he always kept on him. One holstered at his left side and the other one strapped around his ankle. "No more guards at the door?" She questioned.

"No, I only had them there to ensure you didn't sneak away and try to jump off the boat while I was sleeping," Sonny said with a smirk and she giggled a little at what he had said. Mainly, because the thought had crossed her mind more than once but had been derailed because she knew the guards were there.

"Well, I don't have any reason to now, right?" She replied as she sent him a kind smile, but he averted his eyes to the floor.

"We'll see," He mumbled out but she still heard. She knew that they had had a peaceful day but that they were both still a little weary of Sonny Burnett reemerging in some way. "If you don't mind, I'd like to grab the first shower. It was hot as hell today and muggy tonight, and unlike you I didn't dress well for the hot day. I feel really sweaty and grimy."

"Sure," She agreed as she plopped down on the foot of the bed and started to remove her sneakers as she watched him enter the bathroom and close the door.

She fully undressed and then waited several minutes until after she heard the shower head spraying out water before she worked up the nerve to move to the bathroom door. She slowly and quietly opened the door enough so she could slip in without being noticed. She found that even though the room was quickly filling with steam she could still clearly see Sonny's silhouette in the huge shower stall. His lean yet athletic back faced her as he stood with his head bowed beneath the waterfall rushing from the shower head. The stall was encased in all glass and there was no door just an opening at the end, and so she stepped inside the shower undetected by Sonny. It wasn't until she moved closer to him that she made her presence known as she reached out and stroked her hand down his back. Sonny whipped his head around and stared at her with wide, shocked eyes, which shamelessly raked over her nude body. He didn't question what she was doing there nor tell her to leave. Any strength he had been using to battle newfound urges towards her completely left him, and he moved to her. Without even touching her he used his body to maneuver them until her back was pressed against the marble tile that decorated the back wall of the shower stall. He stood so close that water dripped from his body and rolled down over hers. He rested his right hand against the wall next to her head, but still, he didn't touch her. He simply gazed down into her eyes. His labored breath and engorged dick which was fully-erect between them told of his true feelings at that moment. She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and she also knew that he wasn't going to touch her until she gave clear consent. So, she leaned up and captured his lips and pulled him into a sensual kiss while she moved both of her hands and grabbed his bare ass. Sonny groaned into her mouth and rolled his eyes closed to the pleasure from feeling her body and warmth pressed so intimately against him. He moved his own hands down to grip Trudy's ass. He lifted her, and slid her backside up the marble tiled wall all while never breaking their kiss. She willingly complied with the position he wanted her in as she lifted and draped her arms around his shoulders while locking her slender, toned legs about his hip. Foreplay never crossed either of their minds, nor was it even needed. His painfully stiff cock and her slippery wet pussy allowed for him the drive up smoothly within her tight walls. The connection instantly sent a jolt of rapture within both of them. Trudy arched some from the wall as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Her head slid back, her mouth fell open, and a curse laced moan escaped her lips. Sonny dropped his head to rest against her breast bone as he closed his eyes to try to will away the orgasm that was scratching at his balls for release. He recovered quickly and then moved his head slightly and pulled Trudy's left nipple into his mouth. She involuntarily bucked and bounced on his dick as zings of ecstasy drummed on her clit.

"Sonny," She almost mournfully sobbed out and he immediately stopped his movements and lifted his head to look directly at her, afraid he was hurting her or doing something she didn't want. She just a swiftly growled out her frustrations to his inactivity. "No, don't you dare stop," She commanded as she glared down at him. "Please, please don't stop," She then begged and then rejoiced when he began thrusting into her again and suckling her breasts. "You feel so good, baby," She gasped out the proclamation as she used her thighs to help lift her in time with his thrusting. "Oh, oh, Jesus, I'm coming! YEEEESSSS!" Trudy screamed out at the top of her lungs as her body convulsed and then fell forward with her full weight mostly held up by Sonny's waning brute strength. He growled and cursed under his breath as her pussy walls pulsated around him, squeezing him so tightly his eyes crossed and his knees nearly buckled in pleasure. It was that fear of tumbling to the hard marble floor and possibly hurting Trudy that made him embrace her more firmly against him and slide them down fully to the floor. With her prone on the tiled floor, Sonny used his right knee and the balls of both feet to provide him the leverage he wanted to manically pound into her for his own release, which came fast.

"Mmmugghhh … Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He roared out with each of his last thrusts before he spilled his seed deep within her. He then collapsed completely exhausted across her body. He didn't stay there long because he knew his weight was too heavy for her. So, he turned and fell to his back beside her. His instinct was to grab her, pull and hold her close to him, but he decided against it. Instead, they both lay lethargic side-by-side on the floor of the shower, panting for air while staring up at nothing in particular. "You really should have gone back to Miami when I told you to, Trudy," Sonny huffed out and Trudy turned her head to regard him with a small look of confusion. "Now, I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go," He continued and she turned, curled against him, and placed a kiss upon his chest. He instinctively wrapped one of his arms around her, and there they rested until they regained enough energy to go to bed.

#miami vice #miami vice fic #sonny x trudy #sonny burnett #trudy joplin #sonny crockett #don johnson #olivia brown

[tomstoy19]

I don't know how to except that you never loved me and I can't wrap my head or my heart around that you have no feelings for me. in the beginning I tried so hard not to love you, because I had feeling you were going to hurt me. I couldn't stop myself from falling hopelessly and completely in love with you. I gave a part of me that I knew I would never get back, that I never wanted back, but can't live without. I never dreamed that you would teach me how to love this much and then not love me back. I gave you my hopes my dreams my fears my fantasies my insecurities and my ego. when we made love it was earth shattering for me nobody has ever made me feel like my heart was going to burst at the same time as holding my body as I lay quivering and spent under your beautiful naked body still pulsating inside of me. I never imagined another man ever molesting and devouring my sex like I was your last meal and allowing me to consume every part of you at my desire. I believed that was a feeling never felt before and only between the only love of my life. it was for me, I've never let another touch me in any way because my body and sexuality belongs to only you. I believed it was a special language between our 2 bodies. and trusted you solely to devour and molest my body and soul any way you desired with your ability to make me cum instantly, continually and repeatedly with barely a touch from you. I never imagined waking up the rest of my life, if even only a week, with out you laying next to me with your hands touching or caressing every part of me. But the thought of you allowing someone to rub and massage the parts of your body that were meant for only me and my mouth to lick and suck on makes me angry, jealous and extremely territorial. I know another man no matter the situation would NEVER be able to fulfill my sexual appetite for your pulsating and throbing oiled giant cock as you try to force just the juicy wet tip in. and after 2 years of your giant cock never breaking the seal can only imagine it would be extremely tight fitting it all in but arouses me and getting extremely wet just imagining you having trouble trying to squeeze your giant throbing cock into my already wet smooth extremely tight pussy. God dammit Thomas I miss you, come Fuck me now, please I need you, I want you, deep in my throat first until I feel your whole body quivering in my throat baby please. it's been 2 years, make me cum over and over again. I'll do anything you want. PLEASE BABY. fuck I want you SOOO fucking bad. I love you for eternity. you and only you are all I've ever wanted. we can start over. learn and know the new Tom you are worth it we are worth it . I'm so wet thinking of you baby.

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[heavenlyhischier]

only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

i have not edited this so if you see a mistake lmk. love u

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

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bucky barnes x fem!reader x sam wilson

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word count: 1.781.

warnings/tags: NSFW, +18!!! threesome, fingering, unprotected sex, language, mention of bodily fluids.

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You weren't drunk enough to blame alcohol for letting Sam invade your mouth with his expert tongue. The music outside of the random room you found maintained you with your feet on reality somehow, to not think it was a dream. A good dream. Even if you were focused on the way he was making you feel and the heat he was causing between your legs to burn down your soul, Bucky's fingers rolling the dress' straps by your arms until it fell to the floor kept your attention on him too. From one second to another, you were naked among the only two men you desired in your life —your boyfriend and his new best friend.

You couldn't help but moan pleased when they pressed you against their bodies and Bucky's huge hands made their way to your hard nipples. He squeezed your breasts slowly, delighting himself with every touch and the sound of every gasp dying on Sam's tongue, still dominating yours masterfully. You ran out of breath at the feeling of their rock dicks being rubbed to your ass and pussy respectively. You were in heaven between those two men.

“Tell him what you want, doll”. Your boyfriend murmured hoarsely into your ear, touring the shape of it with his teeth, causing you goosebumps all around.

“Ca— Can you…? Fuck…” You whined through your parted lips when Bucky dug his incisors in your shoulder. “Sam… I… I wan— want yo— shit… I've fantasized of you… fuckin— fucking me with your fingers”.

“That's what you want, uh?” He inquired rhetorically, pawing your sides roughly as one of his hands toured your right thigh straight to your cunt barely covered by a thin thong. Soaked.

“Please…” You begged, placing your arms around his neck.

Sam licked his lips, not needing to look at Bucky for permission. What you didn't know is that ten minutes ago they had a conversation on the terrace to make that happen. No one could deny that you'd die for Bucky's love. He was everything you had, and you were everything he had. But, when both of them appeared in your house really fucked after a mission, you started to feel some kind of desire for Sam. Only desire. Your heart was occupied with your boyfriend.

You came back from your thoughts as soon as the second man recently involved moved the small string aside. He played and teased your folds using the fingertip of his index digit, making you toss your head back to Bucky's left shoulder. Your boyfriend drunk delighted the crying you uttered inevitably when Sam slammed his finger into your tight walls, clenching around him. While the soldier was being all sweetness and delicacy, kissing you slowly, the pilot started to fuck you hard adding a second curled finger. And God blessed the loud music outside to cover your wrecked moans and your pleads.

“Does Sam make you feel good, doll?” Bucky purred with his eyes fixed on yours, watching you gasp in sync with the palm crashing violently against your pussy.

The three of you knew you hadn't much time to be disappeared before someone suspected, and the fierce pace of thrusts to your g-spot had you shivering under Bucky's grip.

“Oh, fuck, Sam”. You sobbed, not being able to form a proper sentence.

As your boyfriend guided his lips to your neck —sucking a hickey there to mark his forever-territory—, the pilot was back to attack your mouth. Your fingers were tightly nailed to the back of his head, starting to rock your hips looking for more friction against their sensible cocks. The grunts coming from them filled the room.

“Shit… you're gonna make me cum in my pants”. Sam growled, landing his free hand in your ass, squeezing it and forcing you to move it faster against Bucky's dick, being a bundle of moans dying on your neck.

“Got'a better idea…”

As you heard your boyfriend chuckling petty onto your ear with his orbs fixed on the dark ones of his friend, you knew they were going to ruin you.

“Listen to me now, doll. 'M gonna leav—”.

“Plea— Please, Bucky, don't”. You whined, not knowing how much you could handle the way Sam was impaling you by adding a third finger, making you cover your mouth with a hand or the whole compound would hear you.

“I can wait for you”. He hummed, turning your face towards his. “But I wan'you to show him how good you make me feel… And I'll give you a reward later”.

You were conscious that it didn't matter the times you begged him to stay, they had made a decision before coming into that room and that was what was going to happen. Bucky placed one last kiss full of love and tender at the moment Sam gave a break to your abused cunt, and you watched him leave after checking there wasn't anybody around, placing well his jeans in the zone of his bulge crotch.

“We can't stop if you don' want to continue”. Sam mumbled then, holding your hand to bring you closer.

You were panting trying to recover your breathing, pouting at him inevitably. As soon as Bucky left you alone, you felt a slap of reality and insecurities straight to your face. And he noticed it, gently wrapping your lower back with his arms since your legs were shaking and too weak to stand by themselves.

“Look at me”. He asked you then, showing you a fleeting smile barely curving up his lips. “Bucky wants it and I do too. But it only matters if you want or not. This… This is like a test, alright? You try and if you like, and if you want, we'll repeat. Bucky, you and I”.

You nodded hardly swallowing, sure that you'd make it up to your boyfriend later. You weren't in love with Sam, only with Bucky and you needed to demonstrate it to him. You glanced at the pilot unzipping his pants to pull them down along his boxers, letting his painful erection spring free to his abdomen still covered by the white shirt he was wearing. Your right hand gripped his sensitive skin, licking your lips at the sight, pumping his glorious dick slowly, as Sam made you walk backward to the immaculately done bed. He sat first, not being in need of telling you what you had to do next.

He watched you pull down by your thighs your black thong till it was thrown on the floor, before heading to his lap and sitting on it. Sam's cock was thick and long, pretty similar to Bucky's, so you knew it will cost you a second to fit your clenching and abused cunt around him, but you were too anxious for being fucked by him that you didn't care. You practically bounced on Sam, ramming his hardness into you beyond your limits. He was fast enough to make you drown the loud cry out in his mouth, crashing his lips on yours.

He filled you completely, gripping his hands in your hips slightly painful to urge you to move, to dance your body. And you did it with nothing but whines and gasps.

“You're so… tight, baby girl”. Sam grunted rolling his eyes white. “Oh, fuck…”

You still couldn't believe what was happening between those four walls. You were impaling your cunt once and once, with any mercy, using your boyfriend's best friend's dick. And you liked it. You loved it. Sam was making you feel really good. Not the same way Bucky used to do, but enough to put you to beg him for letting you cum. You needed it, and you wanted him to flood your guts too.

“Ple— Please… Please”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the tears of pure desperation run down your cheeks.

“C'mon, my sweet girl… cream my dick…” He whispered with such a honeyed tone, almost hurting you by the way he had to nail tighter his fingertips in your buttocks. Painfully pleasurable.

You couldn't contain the orgasm anymore at his petition, looking for his mouth to invade yours again by using his tongue to drown the delighted scream he caused on you, while the ecstasy hit your body wildly. But Sam didn't stop from forcing you to keep jumping onto his twitching cock, pushing you down strongly and feeling him almost touching your stomach when his seed was spilled inside your clenching and glad abused pussy.

“For the fuc— fucking love of… God”. He roared in a broken tone of voice.

Your thighs were quivering at both sides of his legs, your lungs were emptied and your mind went completely blank.

Once you made sure to look like anything happened, you left the room before Sam —ashamed but satisfied—. Trying to walk normally, as your legs were still feeling weak, you looked for your boyfriend where he told you where he was going to be waiting for you. In the desolate kitchen. You glanced at Bucky sipping a glass of whisky, suddenly fading away your embarrassment and your insecurities with a smirk towards you, stretching his cold hand to hold yours and push you to his warm body.

“Did Sam fuck you good, uh?” He wanted to know humming, gently caressing your swollen and somewhat darker lips with his iron thumb. You nodded in silence, stealing the glass from his other hand to drink it in just one gulp.

“Can yo… Can you take me home?” You murmured in a plea, almost pouting at him.

“Hey, hey… Listen”. His tone changed in the blink of an eye from seduction to concern, placing his index finger under your chin. “You don' have to demonstrate me anythin'… God… I've never in my life felt so damn turned on than tonight… Watching you being fucked by Sam while you were looking at me…”

“You… You didn't leave bec—”.

Bucky interrupted you by freeing your hand from the glass, wrapping his left around your throat, and nailing the other in the center of your ass, directing his middle finger to that tight unexplored hole under your dress.

“I wan'to repeat, doll”. He purred in your ear, causing you to gasp against his by the pressure in your entrance. “I wan' Sam and I to fuck you at once… I wan' you to suck my dick —your dick— as he eats your sweet, little pussy… Fuck… Fuck, I'm hard only by imagining it, doll”.

“Buck…” You sobbed tightening your fingers in his shoulders. “Take me home… I beg you… Please”.

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[hyetiny]

c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

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this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often. 

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy. 

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”. 

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach.  “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.” 

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically. 

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth. 

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

#ateez smut #yeosang smut #kang yeosang smut #ateez reactions

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

One Night...

This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...

WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship

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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.

"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.

Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"

"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.

"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"

Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."

He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.

"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.

"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."

"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.

"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.

"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.

"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"

A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"

Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.

Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.

Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.

"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.

Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."

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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.

All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"

"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.

Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."

You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.

"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.

"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."

Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."

"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."

"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."

Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.

"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."

"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.

You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.

Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.

You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."

Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.

Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.

You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.

Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.

"Tease," You pouted.

Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.

Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"

"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."

Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.

You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck," You both moaned together.

You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.

"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"

"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"

You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.

Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"

The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.

"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.

You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.

"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.

Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"

"Bucky,"

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.

Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.

You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."

Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."

#Bucky Barnes x reader smut #james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader fluff #Dad!Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #Papa!Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes smut

[bruhstories]

Choke Me

Summary: Reiner can’t comprehend why you won’t have sex with him. You help him understand Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: language, dom!Reader, sub!Reiner, oral sex (female receiving), whipping, unprotected sex, tied up Reiner Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: You know what, I'm thriving off of sub!Reiner.

It absolutely baffled Reiner how someone like Annie was such good friends with someone like... you. He didn't mean it in a bad way, it was just too strange that the two of you were so close, yet complete opposites of each other. Annie was a tomboy, silent and calculating, you were dressed in pink from head to toe, loud and outgoing and just so adorable. And you completely ransacked his heart. Reiner was utterly in love with you, and you knew it. So, when he mustered up the courage to ask you out, it did not come as a surprise. In fact, you too crushed on him, and every time you were at their place, your eyes drifted to him, always, all the time. The two of you clicked instantly as a couple, and Reiner could only wonder how on Earth were you single until him, going so far as to asking Annie about your love life and with widened eyes, she hastily dismissed him. See, the thing was that you, despite your bubbly and juvenile personality, were a sick, sadistic dominatrix, and boys were terrified of that. While you usually donned clothing in pastels, flowy dresses and chiffon blouses, half of your closet was filled with garters, suspender belts, corsets, some in the deepest shades of red, others black, materials varying from lace to latex. Whenever you had a guy over and pulled out whips, riding crops or ball gags, they would disappear from the face of the Earth, never evercalling you back. Annie knew this about you but never judged. To each their own, she would say, not exactly caring about your kinks. But she wouldn't know how Reiner would react to that, and while intrigued to find out, she didn't want you two to break up either. Deep down she cared about all of her friends, despite the aloof attitude.

Three months into your relationship, you still politely declined Reiner's offers to have sex. He was incredibly sweet, treating you like a princess, and in return you were supportive and caring, but fearing that he, too, might run away after learning about your kinks, you kept finding excuses to deny him. At one point he even asked you if you have some sort of STD, genuinely concerned but promising to still be with you no matter what. You promised you were clean, but that only made him more curious as to why you wouldn't have him. 'You're not attracted to me?' or 'Am I doing something wrong?' were his usual questions and your heart broke in thousands of pieces each time you refused him. He seemed like the kind of man who dominated in bed, and while you were inclined to switch it out sometimes, you always, always had to have it your way the first time you fucked a guy.

Eventually Reiner couldn't take it anymore. He called you, begged you to explain yourself to him and you ceased to try and keep him away from the carnal pleasure you both desired. You invited him over, offering to cook dinner and disclose what you had managed to hide for so long. He popped at your door with a bouquet of daffodils, matching the honey-yellow apron tied around your waist, his eyes were needy and woeful, still believing it's his fault that you two haven't had sex yet. He kissed you on the lips, starving for more, but you pulled back, opting to discuss things first.

"So," you began, legs crossed under the table and anxiously swirling spaghetti with your fork, "I... shit, I don't even know how to say it."

"Y/N, whatever it is, I promise it won't change what I feel for you." Reiner caressed your cheek so gently that you felt sorry for dragging him into this.

"I think it's best if I show you." You got up, took hold of his hand and guided him into your bedroom. The chamber perfectly reflected your personality, with garlands and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, doodles and drawings taped to the walls and stuffed toys bundled up on your baby blue bedsheets. "You better sit down for this, babe."

"Jesus, how bad can it be?"

With a sigh, you swung open the closet door, revealing the strangest of sex toys, erotic lingerie and high heeled footwear. Reiner erupted into laughter, throwing himself on your bed and holding his abdomen.

"Why exactly are you laughing?" Your voice was serious, dangerous almost, your body lacking a reaction.

"You're telling me you didn't wanna have sex because, what? You're into BDSM?"

"I don't think you get it, Reiner. I'm not just into it, I like dominating men." You frowned, taken aback by his attitude. He perked his ears up and sat up, suddenly attentive, his gaze locking with yours.

"Do you want to dominate me?" The blond asked, unsure of what it would feel like, but inquisitive to try.

"If you'll let me, yes." You bit your lip, fingers smoothing the apron.

"Fuck it, if it makes you happy, I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Reiner declared, palms on his knees. "Do I need a safe word?"

"Not tonight, I'll go easy on you." You beamed, eyes glistening with so much joy and he almost regretted his decision.

Almost.

Tied up, naked and helpless, Reiner could only watch how you strutted into the bedroom, latex corset around your waist, tits out, riding crop in hand.

"Shit, you look so-" crack.

The thin object met with his cheek and he groaned in pain, confusion written all over his face.

"You speak when I allow it, understood?" And he nodded desperately. "Good boy. Maybe if you behave, I'll reward you."

It was then when Reiner realised how easily his dick hardened when he submitted. It was then when he realised how much he loved you.

You dragged the crop across his body, goosebumps all over his skin, before you propped one foot on the bed, spreading your legs and exposing your wet cunt to him. You could've sworn you saw his pupils dilating when your fingers barely touched the slick slit.

"You want this, Reiner?"

"Yes!" The man almost cried out, licking his lips. Crack. Another hit, this time over his thigh and he whimpered — the sound was music to your ears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please!"

"That's better." You hummed, slightly spreading your folds, foot still on the bed. Your middle finger rubbed around your clit, a quiet moan escaping your lips. "Tell me how much you want it!"

Pulling at his restraints, Reiner sighed. Never has he felt so overpowered, but the pleasure he took from it was slowly seeping in his brain, clouding his judgment.

"I need you, Y/N. I need to feel you so bad, please!"

"You gotta earn it first." Voice aggressive yet seductive, you climbed on top of him, feet at the sides of his head. "Lick it good and I'll reward you. Do a bad job and I'll punish you." And before he could utter a word you were straddling his face. His tongue sloppily licked everything it could, in or around your cunt, and you forcefully grabbed the metallic bedframe with one hand, your other one fondling your soft tits. Your moans echoed in the room as you moved your hips for more friction, your breath hitching, his cock twitching. "Atta boy!" You groaned and slid off of him.

"Did I do well?" Reiner asked, hope glistening in his eyes.

"Very well." You snickered and pressed your lips onto his to taste yourself in a sinful kiss.

"Can I get my reward?" The man asked after you pulled away, a mixture of saliva and slickness at the corners of your mouth.

"Oh, I don't know..." You scrunched your nose.

"Please, Y/N! I've been good, I- I need you around my dick, please!" He begged, not even caring how desperate he sounded and that only made you feel like a goddess. You picked up the riding crop and dragged it up and down his shaft, terror in his eyes.

"I wonder how much it would hurt." You mused, head tilted and mischief in your voice.

"No, no, you said it was good! Please don't punish me-"

"Oh, don't be stupid." You rolled your eyes, climbing back on top of him. "I need that dick as much as you do." And with that, your hand helped push his cock in between your folds, painstakingly slowly taking it all in. "Fuck, you're big."

The sound of skin against skin tickled your brain, your hips moving up and down, your cunt clenching around his throbbing member.

"Please..." Reiner groaned.

"Please what?" You threw your head back, the pressure forming in your core making you moan louder.

"Please choke me!" He asked and you almost stopped moving, taken aback by his request.

"I'm beginning to think you like being dominated, love." You grinned, your fingers lightly squeezing his neck.

"God, you're so tight!" The man bucked his hips, the unexpected thrust earning a whimper out of you. "Harder, choke me harder!"

"Fuck, Reiner!" The grip around his neck tightened and your moves became frantic, animalistic. "You like that? You like the way I fuck you?"

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded, unable to speak.

"Look at you, so small and pathetic." You panted, feeling your climax close and his cock pulsating. "Oh, are you gonna come? Go on, do it, come for me!" You cried out, legs violently quaking as the sticky hot liquid dripped out of your folds, down his shaft. For a moment neither of you moved. You looked at Reiner through strands of Y/H/C that draped over your face, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Your hands extended and you untied the ropes around his wrists, falling next to your boyfriend on the mattress, cum leaking out of your cunt.

"Do you still... love me?" You whispered, your voice shy, completely different to the woman you were five seconds ago.

"Babe, of course! And to be fair, it was so hot submitting to you." Reiner pulled you to his chest, fingers brushing your cheek. "Say, think we can switch it up next time?"

"Nope!" You smiled and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

"Eh, at least I tried." The man shrugged. "In all seriousness, though, don't hide things like these from me. If this is what you like then I respect that, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Most boys ran, but Reiner was a man, and he was clearly going to stay.

"Maaaaybe we can switch next time. But only if you behave!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #snk x reader #snk smut #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Broken Heart - Part 2

Warnings: A little angst at the beginning. Sebastian Stan being a great best friend and a good shoulder to cry on.

Word count: 1244

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting part two, I had some personal issues but everything is taken care of now. Forgive any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

Part 1 Part 3

It took less than an hour to hear a knock on your door, you open it quickly and see Sebastian standing there, he smiles sympathetically and shows you the two bottles he was holding.

"I brought Wine in case you want to cry and get drunk and Whiskey in case you want to cry, get really drunk and have a huge hangover tomorrow" He says entering your apartment and putting the bottles on the table.

"Which one do you recommend for a horrible ending?" He asks.

"Definitely Whiskey" he replies smiling.

You hug him tightly and start crying again, he wraps his arms around you returning the hug.

"I can't believe he broke up with me".

"Your tears were already staining his shirt, but he didn't care, he just wanted to take care of his best friend.

The two of them met a few years ago, long before you met Tom, and they became best friends almost instantly, they were almost like brothers, always looking out for each other and protecting each other. Sebastian literally threatened to beat Tom if he broke his heart, and frankly he was thinking of keeping this promise right now.

He helps you to sit on the couch and you take the bottle of whiskey, open it quickly and take a big sip, you felt the liquid burn in your throat and hoped it would ease your pain, but it didn't.

"Are you going to take it straight from the bottle? Is that the level of your sadness?" He asked smiling.

"Yes, that's the level of my sadness" she replied before taking another sip and passing the bottle to him who takes a large sip quickly.

"Ok honey, now tell me what really happened?" he asks worriedly.

"Ever since people found out about our relationship it seems like something has been going wrong, I've been called fat, ugly or self-interested all over the internet and people invade my privacy as if it doesn't matter" she passes her hand over her face trying to wipe the tears that were flowing "Don't get me wrong, most of his fans were super sweet to me and said they just wanted to see him happy, but others...they threw so much hate on me that I don't think I believe I can be his girlfriend anymore myself".

"But what exactly led you to break up?"

You recount everything that happened, all those people in front of your work, your boss fighting with you, the scratched car, and the fight with Tom while the two of you practically drank the entire bottle of whiskey.

"He took their side, said something about them just loving him too much, Then of course I said that kind of thing isn't love and said how much they were hurting me and he said it better end so I wouldn't be hurt" you let your head fall back against the couch.

"Y/N" you look at him "Don't think I am defending him, because I am not, I will always stand by you, what those people did to you was horrible and him defending them was even worse, but maybe he broke up with you to try to protect you" He holds your hand.

"Protect me from what?" she asks laughing.

"You said yourself that it was hurting you, maybe he just didn't want to see you get hurt like that anymore".

You laugh at his answer and roll your eyes.

"Y/N I'm serious, look the life of a known person is hard."

"I know, I knew that when we first started dating, that's why we kept it a secret."

"I know Tom loves you, shit, he tried my patience when you guys first met just so I could convince you to go on a date with him. Do you know how hard it is to have this life? It has been months since I have slept with someone, I am afraid to date anyone, I am afraid that this person is only getting involved with me for fame or money or I am afraid that this person really likes me and gets exactly this hate that you are living, it is terrible, if this happened to the woman I love I would probably break up with her to keep her safe. People see this life of fame and think everything is wonderful, but they don't know how painful it is to see someone you love being affected by it.

You lift the bottle and look deep into his eyes.

"Here's to this fucked up life."

He laughs before taking the bottle from your hand and taking a large sip.

"A toast."

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The first thing you notice when you wake up is the unbearable headache, then you realize that you are naked on your bed and there is an arm around your waist. For a short while you think that maybe yesterday was just a dream and you and Tom never had that horrible fight and it didn't end, but some flashes from the night before fill your head and you realize what a shit you've done.

You look over and see Sebastian lying next to you on the bed also without clothes and you scream regretting it seconds later when it affects your headache.

"More shit" he says waking up, he looks at you and seems to realize also what happened last night.

You quickly get out of bed and start to get dressed.

"What did we do? What did we do? What did we do?" you say nervously, pacing from side to side.

Sebastian gets up and gets dressed as well before grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop.

"Honey, calm down ok" he says.

"How can I calm down, we just ruined our 5 year friendship".

"We didn't ruin anything, hey look at me" you look at him and take a deep breath trying to calm down "it was just sex, you were sad because of the man you love and I was needy, we were both drunk and ended up doing it, but we are best friends and we will stay best friends, nothing will change, ok?" He speaks and hugs you tightly.

"Ok" you answer him becoming a little calmer.

Your life managed to change drastically in less than 24 hours, you ended your relationship and ended up having sex with your best friend to console your broken heart. You were proud to say that you weren't dramatic, but you were certainly living in a lot of drama right now.

"Remind me never to drink again, please," you say embarrassed.

"If it's any consolation, you're great in bed, I'm sure Tom will miss it very much" he says laughing and you slap his arm playfully.

"You're unbelievable" you laugh and turn away from him before heading for the bathroom, but before you can get in you stop in front of the door and turn to look at him "Sebastian, I don't remember if we used condoms or not".

He stands thoughtfully for a few seconds before answering.

"We sure did, we were drunk but we are not irresponsible, don't worry about it" he shrugs and you agree with him.

It was just a one night stand, everything would go back to normal. You and Sebastian have been friends for years and this would not affect your lives at all, nothing would change.

Everything was going to be fine.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst

[butterfliesinmyguts]

us against the world

* proofreading in process*

summary: after living outside the walls for a more peaceful life, eren comes visits you every once in a while. but after months of nothing, you begun to fear the worst

warning: angst, 18+ smut, and it’s just kinda sad.

“ he turned y/n..” I sighed letting out a relief, he isn’t dead but “ what do you mean turned?” mikasa looked away. Mikasa is absolutely stunning, from the way she hold self to her soft face. I miss seeing her everyday, mikasa and I were the best of friends- we still are she comes and visit for every now and then to clear her mind. It’s calm by the sea now and days, miskasa sipped the tea and continued. “ he has this idea.. that it’s him against the world..”

“ yeah but his always been like that..” I fought for him, “ it’s different, Sasha...” miskasa clenched her first in pain, “ she's dead and he laughed y/n... laughed in our faces.” my heart fell as tears poured from my eyes, she couldn’t- why would he let that happened.

a long time ago eren told me something as we lied in bed together- it was after they caught marylans. “ come back..” he begged me. explaining to me he wanted to see you more, “ you can come see me whenever, and I can protect myself you’ll never see the end of me..”

I expected a giggled from him but he turned away, worried I pushed against his naked chest and grabbed Erens face making him look at me. the look in his eyes, they didn’t glow anymore, “ I've seen things... horrible things, so please come back y/n please”

after a long night, mikasa explained to me that she’d be in touch soon, and that I may need to prepare to fight again soon. those words scared me, miskasa made me promise that if she came back with bad news that I would come with her no questions. I agreed hugging her ever so tightly, I couldn’t help the tears that spilled as I watched her horse disappeared.

the next day, I used my old ODM gear to practice- putting it on was it work out in itself but it felt like home. my muscles screamed at me, as a ran all the way back home- just to tend to my garden. I picked this amazing sweet fruit I found a while ago, it was bright red and had a green topping to it. I wouldn’t eat the green part by the rest was so good. noticing my bucket was full I stood up.

“ y/n..” my heart dropped, whipping myself around my eyes widen to “ Eren!” he smiled towards me, whist leaping into his arms. Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I inhale his scent. his musks was missed, his shirt could only stay unwashed for long... it’s been too long. “ oh how I’ve missed you!” I cried, as I heard him exhale as in relief. “ I couldn’t get you out of my mind..” pulling away to look at him, my palm on his cheek.

I saw scars under his eyes, he used his titan form? why. rubbing his cheek, I felt wet..pulling away bleed covered my hand, as I remember what miskasa told me. the warmth and happiness feeling quickly leaving.

“ let’s .. get you clean..” my hand grabbing the bucket while the other guided him into my cottage. “ you know I remember how to get there..” Eren joked, I felt his thumb soothe the top of my hand.

letting inside him, Eren’s eyes never left me as he set down at my table. placing the bucket full of berries on the counter and full another bucket in the sink to collect warm water. staying busy kept my thoughts still- trying to avoid the heavy tension in the room. my eyes look towards him, his built body leaned back with legs parted as his legs bounced against the wood, turning away trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

Eren is impatient, in fact, he is extremely impatient. by now I’d be pushed against the table or if he was being really needy we wouldn't even make it inside my cottage and id end up being fucked into the dirt. but it's been so long, he looks so different.

turning his cheek I saw a gush slowly heal, but bleed still covered his ear. dipping the towel and the warm bucket I began to clean him off.

I felt his eyes watch me, as I got rid of the blood. he pulled closer to me- my skin got tense under his touch, trying to push my thoughts aside, I continued to tend to his wounds. Eren's lips tickled your neck making you freeze. “ why are you so stiff?” I shrugged, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this. maybe it’s because he knew Sasha was going to die and I didn’t do anything about it or maybe because you know that if it came down to you or his goal -you’d quickly be added to the pile of bodies. my stomach turned in knots as his large hands massage my back, his lips moved against my skin. “oh eren..” I whined pushing our foreheads together.

Eren is the only guy that can make me feel numb but just one touch. When we kiss I feel so dizzy, and when we make love I feel in a pure daze. I remember when we first joined the survey troops, how we had an agreement to come to each other vent about our days. eren days were way more stressful than mine with hange poking at him and levi on his neck but those moments made me fell for him, he wanted to save everyone, his selflessness. I’m in love with him, but I can’t shake off the pure horror I feel around him. I quickly push-off, almost tripping of the bucket of water, and leaned against the sink. while washing my hands off I notice that I was painfully shaking, looking up in the mirror eren watched my hands in confusion. Eren knew you had panic attacks, but that was after fighting titans or close calls. private moments like this are something that you've always said relaxed your nerves.

as eren reached for them I push him off. “ what the hell y/n” walking back my hands shook more, “ why are you being like this? “ he yelled in confusion.

you couldn't even look in his eyes, it hurt so bad. it hurt so bad that know that you may have to fight someone you loved, someone you imagined a future with. walking outside your cottage, watching Eren tend to the garden. he’d run to you kissing your lips while rubbing your stomach- you guys would fight over baby names. this wasn't your future anymore, it was never going to happen.

“ because I’m scared of you eren..” the atmosphere changed, his hardened face turned soft and for a second I swear I saw the bright blue that used to cover his eyes. my chest caved in, and I began to cry. my skin burning from the hot tears pour down my cheeks as I fought to breathe, Eren watched me shaken.

“oh baby please..” leaning in kissing my cheeks, “ no!” my voice cracked, my hand pushed again Eren's chest as his heartbeat against my palm“ please just let me hold you” as his arms started to warp around me my whole body trembled. “ I know what you did!”

silence tore the air, as we glared into each other. his fist tightens and eren eyes fell down staring at the wooden floor, “ I didn’t know it then, but now I understand- you know what going to happen next.. huh?”

nothing “- and you don’t care about us you don’t care about nothing but your goal of killing everyone..” waiting for pleading for him to fight my words. be he didn’t even look up, my sadness and pain quickly were replaced with distraught. how could he? I grabbed his face, making him look at me.

our eyes bore into each other, the man I love, the man I give myself to complete, wasn't in front of me anymore.

“ I hope you know, when you try to kill me- I will look at you like your nothing but a piece of trash..” my hand slapped against his cheek, as his eyes give me nothing but tiredness. “I hate you eren..” my heels turned, walking towards the shower leaving him there with his thoughts.

closing the bathroom door, I sighed letting the tears fall. I didn't wanna fight him, I couldn't. I didn’t mean those words, I could never hate him.

discarding my sweaty clothes off and started the water. stepping in the shower my worried washed away, the bar of soap cleanses the dirt and sweat from my body.

I knew when the moment came down to it, and my blade was to his neck I wouldn’t be able to do it.

my arms went to my chest as the bathroom door opened, it was eren turning to pull my eyes away my hand scrubbed my skin but I couldn’t help but to watched his figure pull off his clothes and step in then shower.

“Why are you in my shower..” eren frowned, “ a word please?” I looked him up and down trying to not squeeze my legs together. facing him, he looking me up and down, and his member leap led with joy-of course.

rolling my eyes and turning away I continued to wash my body, erens a hand came up to my shoulder. before I could push him off, his finger kneed into my skin, my nerves relaxed under his sudden touch, it's been so long since I felt Eren's touch, “ oh..” I moaned as he continues to loosen all those muscles.

I watched the wet ground as feet became into eren feet came into my view, unkept. “ you could clean your feet” turning to face him, closing his eyes he chuckled“ when was the last time you di-“

cutting me off his thumb trailing my lips, he only did that when he wanted to kiss me. “ since I was last here with you.” pausing I remember when he was here, we took a bathe in the sweet-smelling soap eren brought back for me, we got drunk until we couldn’t stand, and we held each other like it was the last time.

I can’t lose him, I don’t want to fight him. I love him, there has to be a way, a way to keep him here with me. deep in my thoughts eren studied me, “ it doesn’t have to be this way...” my thoughts left my mouth.

“ look this is going to happen... I can’t stop it-“ eren nodded, as if he was trying to convince himself. his body rocked against mine, “ yes you ca-“ I began my hand starting toward his face. “ no!” his voiced rumbled. “ this has to happen, but please y/n I can’t think of this right now..”

his hand begun to massage my neck making my eyes flutter. “ I haven’t seen you in-“

“5 months” we both unison, I longed for eren. no matter what he did, what he said, nor what he thought. Eren was on my mind all the time.

“ So can we please..” his lips pecked mine, hold my face close to him with one hand on my neck and the other roaming my body. “let’s just be here together and forget everything else..”

nodding, he took me in with his lips. Oh, how I missed his lips, my stomach had butterflies in them- I was utterly mesmerized by him, even if I wanted to punch him, kick, and scream why! why are you doing this eren, what about our future together? my lips melt against his, as our kiss deepen

coming to terms with what was going to happen wasn’t going to be easy. fight the man you loved, I could only imagine how Armin and mikasa felt. “ stop thinking..” eren awakened me, his digits slipped inside me.

throbbing around him, I lifted my head up and ride his fingers. “ I’ve missed you so much y/n...” gasping I looked down watching curl and twist his finger in and out of me. oh god, my fingers were nothing compared to him.

“ how long has it been since you came...” my eyes low turning my neck to his face. eren started at me, waiting for an answer. thumb pressing against my clit, shallow I stared at his lips. I wanted them all over me- I wanted him all over me.

“ ah - a month ago..” eren moved his thumb drawing circles again me, I remember fucking myself imagining they were eren- wishing and waiting for him to walk in and finish for me. I missed him so, pushing our lips together eren hand gripped my breast, it was sloppy. eren tongue was tangled in my throat as he fucked me with his hand. pulling away to breathe, i groaned using his forearm to hold myself up.

“ it could never compare..” pulling his fingers out of me, my knee dropped and eren arms held me up. his fingers in my face covered in my wetness, he licked them. “ this hand..” eren hips push against my ass feeling his cock throb as he grinned against me. I felt myself pulsing, aching for him“ my body” I shivered, I need him now.

his lips found my ear lobe, “ you don't know how bad I need you y/n” my eyes fluttered in pleasure, his word took hold of me, I'm drowning. eren fingers started again drawing circles on my clit, “ ahhh er-en” 

“ nothing compares to you” 

“ my hand doesn't even come close to your pussy...” pushing deep into me. I was speechless, “ my pussy...” letting out I sigh I leaned against him as his cock slowly pushed in and out of me. eren hands gripped my chin, making me look into him. those deep green eyes watching my face twist and turn all because of him, what he was doing to me. he loved it, smiling at me. “ tell me it's mine” 

my hands clenched against his forearms, I wanted to watch him fuck me- trying to look down is three fingers tighten around my chin giving me a stern look.” tell me its mine y/n” I didn't want to give in, it was his. my pussy belonged to him, pushing are lips together I let our tongues fight against each other as he stopped to focus on our lips. I soften a bit letting the lips slow down against his,  I let my right hand let go of his arm so I can run my fingers through his hair. 

it's so long, so thick. his lips were so rough, I took it upon myself to lick them and pull away to look at him. he held me tight against him, he was truly beautiful. eren pushed his lips together, trying to savor the feeling of buzzing.

“ eren ill always be yours...” his cheeks redden as his cock twitched inside of me,  “y/n it's always be yours” 

we decide to wash off leading to an intimate moment of us taking care of each other. Eren's soapy hands bathe my body as I took care of his after we moved to my bedroom . I pushed him against the door giggling against his lips. “ my silly girl” he mumbled as my lips started to trail down to against his neck then chest. 

his hand let go of the towel around his waist giving me the best view ever, his cock bumped again me as I dropped to my knees in mercy. looking up at him, his body tense, his face flushed.

my hand moved to his cock, and he dam near jumped. looking back up at him, his lips were about to bite off his upper lip. moving slowly I created a rhythm, my hand fucking his shaft as my lips kissed his tip, panting eren abs clenched. “ y/n ... your..” he moaned deeply “ fuck ah” I open my mouth taking him in. 

gripping his thighs, I widen my mouth pushing him deeper down my throat. eren whimpered, grabbing my hair pulling me off, his cock bounced and begged for release. looking up at him, he pulled me up. “it's been too long...’ rolling my eyes I nodded, as he back me up to fall against my bed.

eren crawled on top of me as I watched him. his abs were tight and the smirk on him was present. eren was beautiful, my fingers played against his skin. So warm he is so warm, “you breathe taking y/n” my eyes flickered to met his deep green ones. our lips hovered on top of each other, as my legs parted wider for him as my hips started against him.

“ uhh”eren groan, his breath blew on my lips. guiding himself Eren starting pushing inside me, my eye rolled back and I saw black spots.

eyes watched my body, his eye watching my face twist and turn in pleasure. “ let it out y/n” a loud moan leaving your mouth. It’s been too long, his cock stretched you out, you remember when you were molded perfectly for him back when you are in the survey troops.

due to the extended stay away, you were all tight again. Eren grunted, “ so tight, let’s get you back again okay baby..” whimpering you nodded, hating how easy he had control over you.

pulling his hips away he smashed into me, “I need you” he groaned as I wept into his neck, inhale him, even panted in my ear his hands caressing all around my body. “ eren- aw..h please!”

“ tell me you need me..” my eye rolled into the back of my head, I did. I needed around me, I need him by me. with me, grabbing his face I met his hips with mine eren moaned, “ eren need you..” my legs shaked, as we rocked together.

“I love you y/n” my mouth ajar, I felt everything. eren meant it, his hand hugged my skin. pulling me completely into him. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, my walls hugged eren as tight as they could, his name slipped through my lips, and then I soft “ never let me go eren” as I came around him.

my skin buzzed and my chest met his, my nails dug into his back as I whined. “ fuck yes y/n” my body calmed against him as he continued to dive into me.

the slick sound of him pulling in and out of me, make me twitch. I turned to the side, as I was met with his hand- the hand he bites was deeply scarred. I knew it hurt, so kissed his hand. kissing it all away, the pain. “ oh ah..” eren body came closer to me as moaned against me, his lips rolling against mine.

“I wanna make it go away eren..” his moan grew louder as I held him tighter. “ let it go please..” with one final thrust he finished in me, his howls played in my ears as my finger pushed his wet hairs from his face. “ I love you eren..”

after falling into each other, you laid there with each other. catching up about everything, even the things you didn’t want to hear- he told you about his dream and you listened to the same way he did to yours. you both promise that in the next life you find each other- “ us against the world..” you mumbled as eren widen eyed, “ always no matter what that what it’ll be..”

that night you fell asleep peacefully as eren held you tight in his arms. the night fell until dawn, as the sunlight slowly beamed into your room. eren hadn’t slept, how could he with you by his side. this is the calmest he has felt in a while. a snore left your lips, as drool spilled out on his chest- eren blushed pushing your hair out of your face, eren sighed. he knew what had to come.

he knew what he had to do, he knew that meant going against you. there was no other way. It always ended this way “ I’m sorry..”

author notes:

thank you so much for reading, let me know if you liked it. also my request are open!

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[plumfondler]

33 + 45 with Napoleon Solo for the prompt list??? I’m so excited to read all of these!

33. Remember that time you saw me naked?

45. I said DON'T come in!

warning for fingers in unexpected places. you know very well what place.

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"Hey, did you read this yet?" You asked Solo as you pushed open his bedroom door. 

"I said don't come in!" He cried.

You, of course, looked up from your report to see Solo in nothing but socks and garters, holding a pair of pants.

"Oh god!" You squeaked, spinning around and running from his room. 

Seconds later he came into the sitting area and cleared his throat, "I'm sure you were too deep in your reading to hear me, so why don't you just tell me what you read and move on," he said, slightly uncomfortable.

"I cannot recall anything that I just read," you said, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, seeing nothing but Solo's gigantic dangling manhood in your head when you did.

Solo bit his lip to fight the smile but he couldn’t help it. He sat on the couch opposite you and picked up the file from the coffee table, beginning to read it intently.

"How do you just walk around every day with that thing!?"

"What?" Solo picked up the coffee cup in front of him, preparing to take a sip of the room temperature liquid.

"Your penis, Solo. It's absolutely gigantic."

Solo choked on his coffee and put the cup down.

"I'm sorry, I just never in my life seen one as big as yours," you said.

"And seen quite a few of them, have you?" He regained his footing and was back to sassing.

"Yes, what is it to you?"

He shrugged, "well then I'm sure you've heard plenty that it's not the size that matters.”

"But I'm sure it doesn't hurt!" you said.

Solo smirked in anticipation.

"Well actually, yours might. I've only seen it in one state, but I'm sure it gets bigger," you said as an afterthought, tapping your chin with your fingers.

"Are we finished talking about my privates yet?" Solo asked.

"Sorry. I'll try to forget it."

"I hope you don't," he winked, "but don't let it distract you from our mission too much."

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Your mission went smoothly and was a success; the intel could not have been easier for you to acquire. You had been given a week, and you did it in three days.

You heard the shower stop and you sighed, preparing to make small talk with your partner once he emerged from the bathroom.

When he did, your heart skipped; he was wearing nothing but a pair of blue and white striped pajama pants. You found yourself staring at his broad chest, dreaming of running your hand through the soft hair. Then he spoke and shattered your daydream.

"Remember that time you saw me naked," Solo smirked, sitting in the chair next to the couch you were on.

You pulled a pillow over your head and groaned, “Solo I said I was sorry can we please never talk about this again?”

“You had an awful lot to say about my penis, if I recall.”

“Yes, I know, it was three days ago. Don’t remind me.”

"You want to see it again," it wasn't a question, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be ashamed.

You dropped the pillow and met his eyes, "I really do."

"Is that all you want?" he asked, uncrossing his legs.

"No."

"Well get over here," he said, settling into the chair and spreading his legs wider.

You walked to him and stood between his knees; he smirked at you and you knelt, reaching for his waistband. Solo lifted his hips and you slid down his pajama pants and exhaled slowly as you saw him. 

You ran your hands up his powerful thighs as you stared at his soft manhood, thick and long, inches away from you. You reached out and glanced up at him, getting a nod. You wrapped a hand around his heavy length and sighed, giving him a squeeze. Solo hummed and you leaned over to run your tongue around his head, wrapping your lips around it and suckling softly. He moaned and held your face in his hand as you sucked him until he was completely hard.

You lifted your head and marveled at the massive thing, running your thumb up and down his silky shaft.

“God you have no idea how wonderful that feels,” he sighed as you ran your tongue around his head and sucked gently.

You looked up at him and he licked his lips, holding your face as you started bobbing your head up and down on his cock, squeezing and stroking what didn’t fit in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that,” he moaned.

You reached up and cradled his heavy sac and squeezed gently, getting another moan out of him.

“You… you can be rough,” he breathed.

You tugged and squeezed harder and Solo cried out, “fuck, do that again.”

You focused on suckling at his tender head as you paid special attention to his balls, watching his reaction to every touch.

Solo was squirming in his seat as you sucked on him harder, your fingers creeping up under his balls to press gently.  He groaned and lifted his hips subtly to give you more room, you took this as an invitation and sucked your finger in your mouth with his cock, quickly removing it and sliding it back to circle his tight hole. Solo huffed and moaned, bucking his hips again to feel more. 

You stroked him faster, coating his cock in your saliva and taking him even deeper as your finger pushed into him. He exhaled slowly and let out a whimper as you brushed up against his prostate. Solo moaned and you did it again, and then a third time, when he gasped and his cock swelled in your mouth, his hips lifting off of the chair. Before he could think to warn you, his cum was quickly bursting into your mouth and he was crying out your name. You moaned and swallowed all of him, sucking him clean as he calmed down.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he gasped as you wiped your hands on his discarded pants and sat back on your knees.

He ran his hands through his hair, looking mildly distraught.

“Where did… how did you… what…” he trailed off and looked down at you.

“You knew I used to be a doctor,” you shrugged, “I know a lot about the body.”

“I never in my wildest dreams would’ve thought that about you.”

You stood and leaned over him, resting your hands on his thighs, “really? Your wildest dreams? You must have a pretty boring sex life with that dull imagination, Solo” you said, leaning over and nipping at his bottom lip before standing and turning away from him.

Solo stood and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder; you squealed and laughed, “put me down!”

“Nope, you’re going to take back what you said,” he said, taking long strides to the nearest bed and tossing you onto it.

“And why would I do that?” you smirked.

Solo crawled onto the bed and onto you, making you lay back as he hovered over you. He leaned over and nosed at your throat and you dropped your head back to give him better access. He ran the tip of his tongue up your throat to your chin and then suddenly grasped your shirt with one hand, tearing it clean off your body.

“Because I’m going to show you just how imaginative I can be.”

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5.5k celebration Prompt list

#napoleon solo x reader #napoleon solo smut #elle's dirty drabble prompts

[luvrgirlfanfics]

ANGST PROMPTS

1: " Give me a chance.

2: " Not you again..

3: " Leave me alone.

4: " I don't love you anymore.

5: "Why do you hate me? "

6: "I lost the baby.

7: " I thought you loved me.

8: " I don't need you anymore.

9:" I can't believe you!

10: " We cant keep this up forever.

11: " You're a monster.

12: " I hate you.

13: " Don't leave me...

14: " You're a disappointment.

15: " Don't die on me- Please.

16: " I never meant to hurt you.

17: " Are you upset with me?

18: " I wish id never met you.

19: " I'm going to kill you! "

20: " Please don't hurt me like this.

21: " Thanks for nothing.

22: " Dont call this number again. "

23: " Why did you spare me?

24: " You need to leave."

25: " I'm sick.

26: " I'm dying.

27: " I wish i'd never met you.

28: " I thought we were family!"

29: " There was never an us."

30: " So that's it? It's over?"

31: " I fucked up.

32: " I came to say goodbye.

33:" He's dead because of you."

34: " I don't deserve to be loved.

35: " About the baby. Its yours."

LOVE PROMPTS:

36: " I'm so in love with you."

37: " Dance with me!"

38: " Isn't this amazing?"

39: " I wish we could stay like this forever."

40: " Will you marry me?

41: " I'm pregnant.

42: " I need a hug.

43: " You're special to me. "

44: " I'm going to keep you safe.

45: " Do you trust me?

46: " Can I kiss you right now?

47: " You're cute when you're angry.

48: " I've liked you for awhile now.

49: " Lets have a baby.

50: " We'd make such a cute couple. "

51: " I want to take care of you.

52: " Can we cuddle? "

53: " It's lonely here without you.

54: " I can't stand the thought of loosing you.

55: " Shut up and kiss me already.

56: " Are you flirting with me?"

57: " Is that my shirt?

58: " How did we get here? "

59: " You own my heart.

60: " You'd be a great dad.

61: " You'd be a great mom.

62: "I want to protect vou.

63:" Whats the matter?

64: " You're so beautiful.

65: " Did you do something different with your

hair? "

66: " Is that a new perfume?"

67: " Stop being so cute.

68: " You're making me blush! "

69: " You're teasing me again.

70:" This is why I fell in love with you."

71: " You're the best!"

72: " They're going to love you, don't worry!

73: " Oh, Are you ticklish?

74: " Of course I remembered! "

75: " You're one hell of a girl.

76: " You're one hell of a guy.

77: " Are you jealous?

78: " Hold me and never let me go.

79: " Stop hogging all the blankets!"

80: " Lets run away together.

GENERAL PROMPTS:

90: " Catch me if you can!"

91: " I'm fine.

92: " Are you drunk? "

93: " Are you high?"

94: " We cant go in there…..

95: " Give it back! "

96: " Well this is just great.

97: " Don't touch me.

98: " Not sure if you could tell, but I'm not

exactly a people person. "

99: " This was fun- Lets do it again

sometime!"

100: " I didn't do it!"

101: " I did it...

102: " I don't remember that!"

103: " Well that's pretty rude of you to say."

104: " Get that thing away from me!"

105: " You owe me.

106: " Do you believe in aliens?"

107: " Do you believe in ghosts? "

108: " Are you hitting on me? "

109: " Why are you naked?"

110: " You did what?!"

111: " You have... Superpowers?"

112: " Why are you bleeding?"

113: " Where did all these puppies come from?"

114: " Don't make me come over there myself!'

115: " That wasn't funny.'

116: " This tastes horrible.

117: " This is delicious!"

118: " Are you mad at me?"

119: " Stop ignoring me.

120: " I love that show too!"

121: " Can I borrow that book of yours?"

122: " Lets blow this joint."

123: " Let me help you with that.

124: " Take that back! "

125: " Wanna go see a movie with me?"

126: " No way, that's so lame.

127: " What are you listening to?"

128: "I brought you your coffee.

129: " Don't fuck this up.

130: " Run!"

131: " Lets run away together.'

132: " I haven't slept in four days..

133: " Your turn to do the dishes.

134: " Was I really that drunk?'

135: " Was I really that stoned?"

136: "Give me back my phone! "

137: " You're an asshole.

138: " Are you cold?"

139: " This place gives me the creeps.

140: " I swear my house is haunted. "

141: " Did you hear that? "

142: " It's just your imagination.

143: " Just how stupid do you think I am? "

144: " Stop being such a baby.

145: " Go back to bed. "

146: " Are you okay?"

147: " I can take care of myself just fine."

148: " Thanks for helping me back there.

149: " Since when have we ever been friends? "

150: " What on earth are you wearing?"

151: " I can't feel my legs!"

152: " Stop texting me weird stuff so late at

night."

153: " Put me down! "

154: " There's only one bed...

155: " It isn't what it looks like! Okay. Maybe it is

156: " How did I loose it? "

157: " I read your diary.

158: " This is awkward.

159: " Didn't you read the sign?

SEXUAL PROMPTS:

161: " Bite me.

162: " Make me.

163: " Fuck me.

164: " Stop teasing me so much...

165: " Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

166: " Okay.. This is new.

167: " Want to head back to my place and have

a little fun?

168: " You're in trouble now. "

169:" What a pretty sight.

170: " Bend over.

171: " On your knees.

172: " The food looks great but.. There's

something much more delicious i'd like to eat

right now.

173: " Lay back.

174: " Take off your clothes.

175: " Well, fine; just this once."

176: " I'm waiting.

177: " You're so beautiful.

178:" As you wish.

179: " First one to make a noise looses."

180: " You have no idea what you do to me. "

181: " If you're bored; Wanna have sex? "

182: " Ive wanted this for so long.

183: " Car sex looks so much more easier in the

movies.

184: " Can I touch you? "

185: " Open up.

186: " No strings attached.

187: " Already? Do I really have that much of an

effect on you? "

188: " Mine.

189:" The nights still young.

190: " We cant do that here!

191: " Behave.

192:" What did you just say?"

193: "Good girl"

194: "Good Boy"

[milazka]

Distraction — Drew Starkey.

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where the quaterback of the football team helps you forget about your bad grade.

request: yes

content: fluff & smut

author’s note: it’s my very first story about a member of the cast of outer banks! i would like to clarify that all this is fictional, i only use the looks and the names of the actors and actresses. my masterlist will be linked at the end of this story if you feel like reading some other fics. this one is for my babe cort ( @pogue-writings ) because she is drew’s soulmate.

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word Count: 1957.

The campus library has always been her favorite spot to study. It's quiet and the atmosphere is always soothing, the exact opposite of her dorm room where her roommate seems more interested in experimenting the male anatomy than studying it in her textbook. A few weeks ago, after catching her once again during the act, she had decided to find a new place to study. She had walked around the campus and eventually found this spot around one of the large hardwood tables that stand between the bookshelves full of old books about psychology. The perfect place to set her in a study mood. 

For the past few hours, she has been sitting in her usual place, her textbook open in front of her eyes and her black notebook on her right. She only has one midterm left in two days and it will cover all the topics seen in her subconscious psychology course, which is one of her most interesting courses, but also the one that requires the longest hours of study in order to pass the exams. 

The sound of a chair gliding on the floor makes her look up and she’s surprised to see Drew, a boy from her psychology of the subconscious class, sit on the chair in diagonal to her. Normally, the library is almost empty at this time of the night and she never saw him here; he seems like the kind of guy who spends more time on the football field than he does in front of his textbooks. They’ve been in the same class for four months, but she never really paid attention to him, except when he is disturbing the class with the two other musketeers, Chase and Rudy. She smiles nicely at him when their eyes meet and he raises his coffee cup which he pretends to drink all at once while they both laugh silently, hoping not to be warned by Mrs. Jones, the librarian who looks strangely similar to Roz from the movie Monster inc.

She tries to put her nose back in her book, trying to focus on the pages suggested in the study guide and highlighting important sentences from a passage about Freud and his discovery of psychoanalysis, but she can't help but look up discreetly at the boy. He is wearing a navy flannel shirt which, half-buttoned, reveals a white shirt that moulds his muscular chest. His trademark cap, which he always wears backwards, rests as usual on the top of his head, still letting a few strands of hair slip out of the hat. She particularly lingers on his muscled arms covered by the navy blue cloth, it's not surprising that he's the quarterback on the football team. The  studious look on his face and the way he’s chewing on the tip of his pencil while frowning makes him look cuter than usual, she can’t deny it. 

When she sees the lateness of the hour, she delicately puts her books back in her red bag, not noticing how intensely the boy is staring at her. He simply can't help but admire her sweet angelic face, her tired-looking little eyes, the thin, shiny layer of lip balm covering her lips that he would dream of kissing; he likes everything about her and cannot help but smile foolishly. 

“Hey Y/n,” he whispers, catching her attention. “Me and the boys are throwing a party friday night, you should come.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course!” she smiles at him, noticing his blushing cheeks and the little spark in his gaze.

“Great! Good luck on your exam.” 

“Good luck to you too. I’ll see you friday.” 

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The room goes from purple to blue, then from blue to pink, courtesy of the spotlights that change the colour of the room's luminosity along the rhythm of the music. The parties hosted by the university football team always do justice to their reputation, no matter what’s the occasion. It's not the first time she attends one, but it's the first time she’s been invited by the quarterback. Her mind did not stop playing back the memory of the little sparkle in the young man's eyes when she had accepted his invitation. Maybe it meant nothing, but a part of her wants to believe it didn't. Plus, she really needs to take her mind off things after receiving her mediocre grade from the last exam. She knew her teacher was strict, but not this strict. 

As she makes her way through the dancing crowd, an arm slips around her naked shoulders, making her startles. She's used to being approached by boys at parties, but she hates it when they think they can do anything and touch her even if she doesn't want to. Looking up, she loosen up when she sees Drew's familiar face smirking at her and she's glad it's not a drunk who's asking her to blow him.

“I'm so glad you came,” he says to her as he hands her a red cup filled with beer. “How did your exam go?”

She pouts, taking a big sip of the golden liquid that tickles her throat.

“Really bad.” 

“That sucks,” she raises an eyebrow at the boy as when he takes back the cup that he just gave her and drops it on the countertop behind him. “C’mon, I have the perfect remedy for a bad grade.” 

Drew takes her tiny hand into his big one, guiding her to the backyard where several tables are set up to play beer pong. Small lights illuminate the yard where games have already started. People cheer each other up and yell like crazy when someone manage to get the ball in a cup. She recognizes Rudy’s familiar blond hair when he jumps into Jonathan's arms and she deduces they just won their game against Madison and Austin. Everyone laughs when the two boys lose their balance and crash into the grass, grunting at each other. Her hand is still holding Drew's firmly when he walks up to Chase who is sitting in a chair close to the fire pit with his girlfriend on his lap, grilling and eating marshmallows. 

“Yo Chase! Me and Y/n vs Maddie and you?” Drew challenges his friend, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Game on, baby!” Chase exclaims as they both stand up and follow them to the table.

She and Drew make a fire team, throwing a series of winning shots and gradually getting Madelyn and Chase drunk. All the way through the game, she never worries about her bad grade, it's like it never existed. The alcohol in her bloodstream seems to be opening her eyes to Drew's attractiveness. The girl never really paid attention to how he is totally her type of guy. She bites her lower lip, obviously checking him out when he pulls off his hoodie and his shirt comes up, revealing the prominent V-shape above the hem of his pants. 

“Like what you see, don't ya?” he teases the girl, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. 

She blushes up to her ears, making Drew laugh, and he just adds to her embarrassment by putting his arm around her shoulders before throwing the last ball who lands directly into the last standing cup. Maybe it's the emotion of the moment for her, whereas he's been dreaming about it for months, but their eyes meet each other and suddenly their lips collide. The kiss doesn't last long, not long enough in his opinion. The flight of butterflies in the young woman's belly doesn't disappear when their lips separate, she needs to kiss him again, to feel him touch her. 

“I need you, Drew.” she whines close to his ear, making his heart skips a beat. "God, Y/n," he breaths out, pulling her closer to him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about you saying that to me?”

She just winks at him and grabs his hand, pulling him toward the front door as he pinches himself on the arm, not believing that this is really happening. He throws a murderous look at Rudy and Chase who make fun of him by pretending to make out sensually. They pass through the living room which is still full of people swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music and climb upstairs where Drew guides them to his room. He slams her against the door, his hands grabbing her hips as he kisses her again. She bites his lower lip, making him growl against her mouth. Drew starts to place open mouthed kisses on her neck and she tiltes it to give him full access to her burning skin. He leads her to the bed, pinning her on the mattress and he removes her short as he is now hovering over her half naked body. His hand slides down her thigh, making her squirm under him as he gets closer to her core. He plays with the waistband of her panties, smirking against her lips.

“Drew,” she moans, looking at him with her eyes filled with desire. He grabs her waist and flip them over so she is now straddling him. She unbuttons his khaki shirt, slipping his hands over his muscular chest. She starts to grind down on his lap, making him whine and dig his fingers into her buttcheeks

“It's not about me tonight, I'm not the one who needs to be distracted.” he whispers to her ear before  flipping her over again so that he is now hovering over her. 

She lets out a few muffled moans as he leaves a trail of kisses between her breast and on her stomach. He sucks and nibbles at the skin on her inner thighs, only increasing her desire to feel him on her already wet womanhood. 

“You’re so pretty, all wet and spread out like this, just for me.”

“Drew, please…” she begs, but he cuts her short by placing a kiss on her clit, slipping her underwear off. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above her wet folds, making her buck her hips up. 

“So eager, baby, I like it.” he hums just above her bundle of nerves, sending vibrations on it. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He finally licks a full stripe through her folds, making her back arch to the so desired feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” she groans as he inserts one finger in her, his tongue sucking on her clit. His hands are  firmly wrapped around her thighs to keep her spread open for him. She clenches the sheets between her fists, her eyes close under the wave of pleasure that runs through her body when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. His nose rubs up against her clit as he moves his face, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

“Fuck I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she moans, making him pumps his tongue faster. A few profanities mixed with loud moans leave her lips as she reaches her high, legs shaking on his shoulders. He licks her folds a few more times to clean her up, sending electric jolts through her body when he touches her sensitive nerves from the orgasm. He lies down beside her, pulling her towards him with his arms wrapped around her body.

“What about you? I’m no the type of girl who doesn’t give back,” she starts but Drew shushes her with a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’re not, but tonight it’s about you and only you.” 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’a know?” 

“It was about time you figured that out!” he mocks her and she giggles, burying her face further into the crook of his neck. 

─── °• ❀ ───

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[softxhariana]

34+35 live stream

description: ariana’s live stream before debut of 34+35 remix music video.

word count: 2.22k

A/N: little piece based off this live stream that ariana did in the countdown to her releasing the 34+35 remix music video with doja and megan. obvs not included every question but just a few fun bits and harry mentions for you x

also disclaimer, this is NOT real, if u don't wanna read about these two then don't, i’m not tryna act like they’re together it is fiction.

❤ anywayz hope u enjoy luvs xox

❖   "HELLO EVERYONE! thank u for coming to this premier,” ariana smiled sweetly at the camera, as the video cut to a shot of her for the beginning of the countdown.

“we had so much fun making this 34+35 remix video for you, and uhh, we hope you love it.” she continued, playing with her hair. no matter how long she did this for she swore she would never cease to get slightly nervous in these situations. where it was her alone, in front of a camera. but her fans made her feel at ease, and she felt she owed them something, as she hadn’t done many quarantine interviews like other celebs have.

“i thought i would come celebrate and join the countdown with you guys. which is something that I've never done before, but i’m very happy to be here and i was very excited to get some questions from you all...” she held up the sheets of twitter questions she had received, “um that i’m gonna be answering while i’m here so, i cant wait to celebrate this together and countdown and answer some of your questions!” she finished with a smile.

and it was genuine. a real smile that her fans were thrilled to see.

ariana was genuinely so happy and content with her life right now. with her family, her music, her friends, harry. harry her FIANCE!! might she add.

everything just felt perfect, and after all the shit the last couple years had thrown her way, she appreciated the break.

 she got her love back, she was making music that she fully loved, and put her whole soul into, and she had fans who had stuck with her and supported her through some of the darkest times in her life, that were now able to experience her happiness and personal growth with her. so truly, little things like this, felt like the least she could do for them.

“ohh this is a good one because its 34 35 related” she tucked her hair behind her ears, “@noirgrande said ‘ummm its just i wanna the end of 34+35 is it awww shit or nooo shit, i just wanna sing the song right”

“umm it is indeed no shit” she confirmed, smiling matter of factly at the camera before reciting the closing line of the song.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“@arianalocks1223 said ‘will we get to see the track list before the songs release?’” she paused for a second to process - which turned into a few more seconds, she was a bit slow today. she had told harry with full sincerity that she thought it was because she was getting old but he had just cracked up at her absurd statement, and told her that if that was the case he’d still think she was a milf

“you will!” she nodded with certainty, “indeed. ummm... i can tell you them now” she blurted, oops.

“i suppose thats not like... is that against the rules? can i do that?” she turned, to question scooter who was supervising off camera, not wanting to get her label mad at her for releasing too much information, something she has a tendency to do. 

after getting the nod of reassurance from him she turned back to the camera, “so out of ‘POV’, you go into, um, an interlude called ‘someone like u’. after that is a song called ‘test drive’, after that is the 34/35 remix with doja and meg” she smiles lightly, “and after that is a song called ‘worst behaviour’, and after worst behaviour is... a song called ‘main thing’...” she finishes, a shy smirk forming on her face, dimples appearing, “so that’s the tracks.” 

continuing with the countdown, ariana felt her heart warm at the love her fans were giving her and this album. she loved interacting with them and making them happy and proud of her so knowing she had done just that, was an amazing feeling.

“umm hesbloodsline... @hesbloodsline ... i’m really fond of this question because its really to the point, ‘where's the pig and where the fuck is harry?’” she smiled, holding in a laugh.

“piggy’s here, she's great, she's really doing so well and life is really good for her right now, she's really thriving and doing her thing” she ranted, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “um, i make her big salads everyday that she likes, she's doing really great. she asked me to stop posting her as much because she's actually really offended by a lot of your jokes that you make on twitter, she asked me to have a word with you guys” she continued to joke, well aware that she probably found herself more funny than anyone else did right now.

“she doesn't like the jokes about being eaten, they really hurt her, umm yeh, and she asked me to convey that... no she’s great...” she finally decided to answer, “and harry, is on set today, so um, yeh thats where he is... but don't worry i will tell him to keep you in the loop, i’ve got you” 

ariana unconsciously let a small smile take over her glossed lips when talking about harry. he had been so excited about this new project and seeing him passionate and happy about anything he’s doing, always made her happiest.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“nicole! @nastyctrl. nicole said ‘who helped come up with the concept for the positions music video, love u sm ari’ love you so much to, i love you so much more” she paused, she loved this story,

“um this is actually a really funny story, dave and i had been going back and forth on several different concepts, and i couldn't, like... marry one... i couldn't really, like, really commit to one, i wasn't 100% sold. and it was missing a certain element of empowerment. and i kept, you know, trying to think of things that would make it more impactful cause i wasn't loving what we had...”

“anddd then me and harry were on this huge hike, and he just turned to me and was like, ‘what if you were the president?’ which was like, not at all fitting cause i was dying and complaining the whole time. but i was like,” she tried to imitate a shocked face through her smile and laughed 

“and when i called dave he was like ‘oh... kay, ill call you guys back’ and had the whole production team redo everything, and i had mimi pull completely different outfits and we completely started over cause that idea was what i was, craving and missing. and i was like, wow, thats so perfect” she smiled, shrugging her shoulders, “so yeh, honorary directing credit to harry styles, if you liked that”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“this is from @borderlinevinyl, who said ‘how much of the album was recorded at your little home studio?’ ummm..” she sang, looking off camera in thought, everything in quarantine had honestly just blurred into one so she was struggling to remember what exactly she recorded where,

“um... a lot of it was... i think i did parts of everything here and parts of things at tommy's i know i did, um, the final chorus ad-libs for positions at home” she began listing in her head, “i know i did all of off the table at home... i know i did the final chorus of my hair at home because we- i-” oops. she had to control the laugh threatening to leave her lips at the lack of subtlety in her correction

“-i got out of the shower and he was like ‘oh your whistles are really here right now’, and i was like y’know what... yeahh they are aren’t they” she laughed as she squinted her eyes and recited that part of the conversation, even trying to imitate his deeper accent.

she had been singing in the shower - as she always did - and harry joining her never seemed to stop her from belting out any whitney or old one direction classic she wanted to. he would even join in sometimes and they'd end up with their own mini concert, dancing around naked, shampoo and conditioner bottles in hand singing their hearts out to everything from high school musical to nicki minaj to fleetwood mac.

while it felt like too bold of statement to make as she truly revelled in and enjoyed everything they did together, showering with him was truly one of her favourite’s. whether it was steamy shower sex that had all glass surfaces in the room fogging up or letting loose and dancing and singing under the pouring water, every moment felt so intimate and sacred. it truly made her feel like they were they only people in the world. 

of course he would claim she was out singing him every time she whistled and would jokingly try to replicate the note but he was truly just in awe off the sounds that came from her mouth (in all senses of the word;)

"-and so i opened ‘my hair’ and just randomly did that” she continued, “um what else did i do here, i did the a lot of the backgrounds and ad-libs for 34+35 here, um, obvious was done at home, a lot of six-thirty was done at home”

caught in her own thoughts she only realised she had probably been droning on for too long when she caught scooters eye across the room and with a blush she shook her head as if to clear it, “this is an annoying answer, everything was kind of all over the place but i did a lot, a lot, a lot of the vocals for the album at the house" she finally finished the long answer, moving on quickly as she realised she didn't have long until the premiere and she wanted to answer as many of the questions as possible.

“ok, second last question from hannah, ever- @everdxystxless, im sorry i don't know how to pronounce that” she laughs looking up at the camera with wide eyes, not sure how exactly how she was supposed to go about pronouncing the username, 

“im sorry, um, but anyway she say’s ‘ari baby, how do you feel about harry getting to do a movie with florence pugh, we know your a big fan of hers, ps. i love you so much!’ well hannah, i love you too” she replies, as she thinks back to when harry first introduced the two, after she had gotten over the initial fangirling, the pair became amazing friends. florence struck ariana as such a genuine, loving person and they shared the same dry sense of humour. plus ariana might of been just a little obsessed with her accent - not that she would ever admit that and scare the girl off.

“and... um, yeah, it literally, made me beyond happy, i was fully like, fangirling when i met her the first time” she laughs as she plays with her hair, “she honestly, probably was like, ‘who the fuck is this girl? what is she doing?’”ariana imitated, a faux scared/weirded out look on her face, playing the part of a mildly pissed off florence - which she luckily had never been on the receiving end of, “im sure i was being the opposite of subtle about it but, no, she really truly is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, talented human being” she emphasises, the thought of any news outlets of fan’s trying to spin a ‘jealousy’ story about this making her internally role her eyes,

“midsommar is, like, one of my all time favourite movies, and she's amazing in it, and harry’s like so fucking lucky its crazy. so yeah, thats insane”

~~~~~~~~~

"...so yeah... thank you so much! this was so much fun!” ariana exclaimed as she wrapped up the Q&A, smiling wide at the camera, she knew her fans were going to love the music video and she couldn't wait for them to watch it, plus interacting with them in this way always made her happy.

“i love you guys, i miss you” she reminded, “i am so appreciative of everything you've done for this album, for these singles, for this music. i hope that, um, that this makes you super happy, i hope it makes you smile...we had so much fun shooting it and um, the girls are so fantastic, so i hope you love this and i hope you love the deluxe!” 

ariana didn't know how many more ways she could say thank you and express her gratitude but she still had over a minute and a half so she’d have to come up with something, even if it meant she’d sound like a broken record

“i am so thankful for everything and for the love that you've shown this music i cant even begin to articulate it properly so, thank you! i appreciate it so much” she breathed out all in one, “but anyway, the video should be starting soon, so... i hope you like it, don't refresh! it’ll be here soon... i promise... just don't refresh” she urged dramatically, she was really dragging this out, “but yeh” she got out through laughs “the video should be starting anytime now, i love you guys” she blew a kiss to the camera before moving as close to the lens as possible “byee”.

🖤 there u go!! i hope you liked it, and any feedback would always always be welcomed and so so appreciated pls and thanku x 

#3435remix #35+35 #ariana #grande #butera #ag #agb #viral no1 #hiphop #rap #RnB #music #female #woman #trio #livestream #countdown #harrystyles #hs #hariana #dojacat #megan thee stallion

[acertainsomeone]

Finding us- EdSer one shot

If he had any doubts before, this incident cleared them altogether. Eda Yildiz had not only taken over his holding and life but his dog as well. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that his best friend, his dog, whom he had brought up since he was a baby, had turned his back on him. Ever since he proposed to Selin, Eda had asked Seyfi bey to get Sirius back to Bolat place. Not that she didn't love him anymore, she found it appropriate that the dog was returned to his rightful owner. She didn't wish anymore for Serkan to treat her worse, if fate planned, his memories will come back otherwise she was not going to desperately beg him to choose her over Selin. It wasn't about pride. Her love was much more than self-respect. She realized that Serkan was scared of her because she managed to strike chords of his heart that were nonexistent for him. If she pushed him further, if she hovered over his head, he would be irked and god forbid if something serious happened to his health, she won't be able to forgive herself.  

Sirius wasn't home, this was twice in the last three days that he had managed to escape. Serkan's pride was too much to call Eda and ask her to pay a visit to Sirius. Usually, he came back wagging his tail, it wasn't hard to spot him around but this time Serkan panicked. He checked the entire neighborhood and every possible place where Sirius could've gone. He had lost his memories; he couldn't afford to lose him.

"Where are you oğlum ?" He drove across the seats of Istanbul in apprehension. His heart skipped a beat thinking of a much worse possibility. Sirius wasn't among those dogs who get along with people, forget strangers.

What if somebody tried to harm him?

It wasn't hard to come across such crackheads, who would hurt animals for their pleasure.  

"Alo" Serkan answered his phone in panic upon seeing Eda's name on the screen. She was going to chide him enough for being so careless.

As if he wasn't to be blamed in her eyes already

"No need to wander around the streets, Sirius is with me. I'm sending you the location. Hadi gel." Her voice was devoid of any emotions, she didn't let him speak and hung up asap. 

 Did he make a mistake?

What was this place? And why would Sirius come here? He wondered while climbing the steps of the apartment. He entered and found a wounded Sirius lying in Eda's lap. He was asleep, and Eda was caressing his head.

"SIRIUS!" He cried in panic, and Eda glared at him for being so loud. 

"Shhhh you're gonna wake him."  

'What happened?" He asked incredulously. Sitting beside Eda, caressing his only best friend with affection.

"I think he ran from your place - to find me. He would've expected me to be at the park. Few children hit him there. Thankfully, I was there for a walk and spotted him immediately."

"What park? I checked all places where he could be."

"There are places that became Sirius's preference, if not yours." She rolled her eyes

"Anyways Serkan, tell me in all honesty, can you take care of him or not? I can't risk his life like this."

He was about to fight back with a 'he's my dog' but he knew that would've turned into a nasty conversation. He owed a thank you to Eda.

"Teşekkürler Eda."  

Eda looked at him plainly. It was hurting him to see her eyes without that love he was used to seeing ever since he came back. Why was it bothering him?  He pushed her away, that's what he wanted.

"You stay with him tonight. He needs to rest."  

"What is this place?" Serkan asked

"Home." She sighed in reverence. "I mean your home, you shifted here."

"Neden."

"I'll leave that story for your fiancé to tell after all she had been telling you everything, and you only believe her."

Eda picked her bag and stood up. "There's food in the fridge. Sirius's food is by the coffee table. And-        your room is upstairs."  She seemed in a hurry. He felt she was only telling him this to fulfill an obligation. He could feel her restless. But why? He had no idea

Serkan examined his room carefully. He was amazed Selin hadn't told him about moving out. The bedroom screamed that he was in a relationship with her Eda Yildiz.

Yok, the bed was made and broken lamps were fixed.

It had their memories. Her memories and belongings. Belongings that he would've never allowed in his premises.

Her clothes and undergarments were piled up along his. Her toothbrush and other toiletries were neatly placed in the bathroom. It didn't seem that they were placed there recently.

A weird sensation was pulling him towards those things. He ran his fingers through her belongings, having flashbacks. They were vivid.

For the first time, he heard her cackling voice too. It was blurry but even his bones could tell that they were in bed, and – he was doing things to make her laugh.

It can't be me

He shook his head in denial.

Serkan opened a drawer and found a USB. It wasn't the USB that grabbed his attention but the flower and note attached to it. That was his handwriting

"For us to remember all the good times- just in case."

***  

"Serkannn!! Would you stop? Look at my state." A sleepy yet annoyed Eda shrieked at Serkan, who was prolly filming a video. He chuckled at her words, not paying attention to whatever she said.

"Eda I know how you look like without clothes." She threw a pillow at his head, and the video disrupted. "Watch out!"

"Are you filming us naked in bed?"

"Hayır, I'm filming this for us to remember that you can't stay mad at me for long." He replied in amusement. This was one of those nights when she had been mad at him but they made out in less than a moment.

"You think too highly of yourself Serkan bolat."

"I've got the brightest star for myself. Shouldn't I?"

"Can you stop this? I have to get up Serkan!"

"How about first you record a message for an 80-year-old Eda, who might've forgotten me?"

"How are you sure that it can't be you."

"I love you way too much to forget you. More than you could. We can bet on that." He winked at her shamelessly

"Tamam." She wasn't going to fight him on this. Eda moved forward cautiously wrapping her naked self with the duvet and kissed Serkan on the tip of his nose.

"This message is for old, yet madly in love Mr. and Mrs. Bolat! No matter how hard the times are, no matter how grave misunderstandings can be, no matter how bleak the road of hope is, we will find our way back, together." 

"Always." He said with a smile and pulled her into a kiss. The video was for them so it didn't matter if it was all being recorded in that state. 

*** 

We don't choose our parents, we don't choose our family, and at times life doesn't allow us to choose our partner as well. He would've never in his right mind made an illogical choice of falling for Eda Yildiz.

Yet he did

Did he make a mistake?

Because all that he had given her in this relationship was pain, so far.

The video brought back a bunch of memories. Their first kiss, first fight, first night, and the last goodbye.

Serkan was mercilessly driving on the empty roads of Istanbul. It was raining heavily and he was drenched. This rain could've made him sick, terribly

But did he even care anymore?

He had hurt the most important person in his life. He ruined everything

How could he forget her of all people? Serkan always claimed to love Eda more than she could. His love was fragile

He sobbed mercilessly, wishing to hit the car somewhere and end this pain. Events of the past few weeks circulated in front of his eyes. The way he was indifferent towards her. The way he resisted her touch and broke her heart all over again.

I never deserved her

He smacked his head against the steering wheel. His tears blocked his vision and he had no idea that he was driving beyond the speed limit with an absolutely insane state of mind.

Suddenly it grew all dark. He couldn't see anything. It felt that the steering wheel was moving in its own direction

All he could hear was noise. Eda's cries and his broken promises.

He was sitting in the police station absentmindedly. Eda was completing the formalities. They hadn't had any eye contact so far else he would've started crying right there. She took him by his arm as if he was lifeless.

"Serkan noldu? You were absolutely fine when I left." She asked him apprehensively, careful not to touch him. "Do you want me to call someone? Selin-"

She stopped immediately. He looked at her for the first time. 

The gaze

Eda caught her breath. It was him. 

It was really him

She knew that man 

Those eyes, they weren't of a stranger. Those eyes recognized her, and she had seen love for her in them. But why was she seeing something stronger than love right now? Anguish

"Serkan!" She gasped unbelievingly. Her hands wrapped around his face possessively as if he'd leave this time if she didn't hold him tight

"I-" he was struggling with words. Should he tell her how scared he was when the pilot told them that the plane was going to crash? How he cursed himself for leaving her behind? Or how much he loves her? Where do I begin

Eda sobbed with happiness. She did not know what to say anymore. He was there, right in front of her. Her Serkan. Her robot bolat

The man who loved her

They were sitting at the shore. Looking blankly at the sea. The waves were calm but their hearts weren't. He had held her hand, and the grip was so strong that it was hurting her a bit but she didn't complain۔

"Eda" he broke the silence

"I don't even have words to ask for your forgiveness. I made another mistake, I broke your heart once again, didn't fulfill my promise, and became the reason for your tears." He was stuttering۔ words weren't leaving his mouth easily whereas Eda kept on looking at him with tears in her eyes

"What I did in the last few weeks can't be forgiven. I've hurt you. I won't beg you to return back to me. I can't make mistakes repeatedly and expect you to stand by the road waiting for me. I-" He stopped and his voice broke further

"Eda you might not want me back in your life but can you please forgive me? One last time? I won't be able to live with the fact that you hate me. Just don't hate me please"

He was begging her, his hands joined together in front of her pleading for forgiveness. His eyes were screaming in pain. He won't be able to bear that hate in this heart. If she stopped caring for him, he won't even bat an eye, but accepting the fact that she despises him? Serkan Bolat would die.

He knew he was being selfish. Yet again, he was thinking of himself. But he was selfish, he never deserved someone as selfless as Eda Yildiz. He disgraced their love, he ruined their relationship, and now if she wished to discontinue this fragile relationship, he won't subject.

"I failed our love Eda. I failed you." She could tell that he was not able to breathe properly. Eda's heart sunk the moment he adjoined his hands in front of her. With each pleading, it felt as if someone was squeezing her heart mercilessly.

"Fate failed us Serkan." She sniffed between her sobs. Her hands cupped his face immediately. She wanted to protect him, she wanted to curl his masculine self among her soft frame. She wished to provide him that comfort and safety his heart seek for the last few months.

He was asking her to forgive him. He feared that she hated him now. How could she?

Serkan had become more than a partner for her, he was a part of her. We don't detach ourselves from what lies within us.

He looked at her disbelievingly. Eda wiped his face with her palms. No more crying. They had enough, more than enough. The pain they had endured was enough for a lifetime.

"We'll leave. Somewhere far away, nobody could find us. Away from this mess, this hate, this chaos. Serkan we have each other. We are not going to let them ruin our happiness."

Was she for real?

"Tamam?" Eda pestered. He nodded in return, unable to say something.

"Seni cok seviyorum." Serkan mumbled only for her to hear as she adorned his face with delicate kisses.

"I have so much to tell you." She sighed in between.

"Where are you taking us?" He did not know why he was asking this. It didn't matter, the question came out of his mouth involuntarily.

"We are going to look for phoenixes." He did not know what that meant but he need not ask. As long as she was there, he didn't have to worry about anything. Eda embraced him protectively like a child. He was in his safe haven.

He was finally saved from the crash. 

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