#Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

[writing-for-marvel]

Don’t Get Sad, Get Even

Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you, you decide to get back at him by sleeping with the one person he was always insecure about throughout your relationship, his roommate.

Prompt: For making me believe that you could be faithful to me - Rihanna, Take a Bow

Warnings: strictly 18+, cheating & revenge sex, use of toys (dildo & vibrator), masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is my entry for my darling friend @flordeamatista’s Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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You can’t deny that the sight of your boyfriend stumbling upstairs, lips locked with some young, college chick, fumbling to unhook her bra, makes your heart drop below your stomach.

You knew, even from the outset of your relationship, that Bryce wasn’t going to be the guy you walked down an aisle and pledged ‘I do’ to, but he had, at least initially, been attentive and put in the effort to make you feel beautiful. Your chest aches at the thought that it only took a couple drinks and a pretty girl seductively sucking on a straw, for him to break the four month long commitment you made to each other.

That he didn’t have the decency to break up with you before not so subtly sliping away from a party he himself dragged you to, to fuck some stranger a mere wall away from where he left you minutes earlier with the promise to fix you both a drink.

With your head held high, despite the slight sting behind your eyes and a lump forming in your throat, you stand and stalk out of the house, tuning out the disparaging whispers of his friends as you leave.

Fuck him for not being able to recognise your worth, and fuck settling for his unsatisfying, vanilla, one minute performances he was no doubt be subjecting that luckless college girl to right now.

If he’s going to fuck whoever he wanted, you’re going do the same. And you’ll start with the person Bryce was the most insecure about during your relationship - his roommate.

* * *

Ari enters his shared apartment and notices the sound of the shower running, which is odd considering he distinctly remembered his roommate telling him he’d have the place to himself this Saturday night.

Knowing Bryce could in fact be dumb enough to forget to turn the water off before heading out, Ari begrudgingly goes to do it for him, only to realise that it isn’t Bryce’s shower that’s running.

Surely he couldn’t have been stupid enough to do it himself? Cursing the insanely high water bill they were sure to get this month, Ari rushes to turn the shower off in his own private bathroom.

Once he storms in and his brain has time to realise what he’s actually witnessing, he’s already harder than a rock.

“Hey Ari.” You say so casually, almost devilishly, even though you’re completely naked and masturbating in his bathroom. You’ve left the door to the small shower open, giving Ari a perfect view of you riding a dildo stuck to the floor, steamy water flowing down your back and dripping onto the tiled floor from your ass. And by the faint buzzing sound reverberating off the tiled walls, he’s also fairly certain you’re using a vibrator. The thought makes him even more painfully hard.

“Ugh Sunshine, you do know this is my shower, don’t you?” Your heart flutters at his nickname for you. You suspect he only playfully called you that because of how it upset Bryce each time the moniker left his lips, but it still manages to slip out when it’s just the two of you and he’s found you in this downright pornographic scene.

“Yeah, I know. It's just… I saw Bryce cheating on me tonight and I thought fuck it, I always thought you were really hot.” Ari takes a prudent step closer to the shower, swearing under his breath as he watches the thick dildo disappearing into your pussy with each twerk of your hips. “I wanted to see if you could fuck me better than he can.”

“You think there’s even a contest?” Ari asks rhetorically as he adjusts himself in his shorts, desperate for any type of friction to ease his painful throbbing need. “I’ve heard how unsatisfied he’s left you through these very walls.”

“Guess you’ll just have to prove it to me then.” This time Ari wastes no time in accepting your challenge. Turning off the running water, his large hands pick you up from the shower floor and squeeze your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He kisses you with urgency and need, swiping his tongue into your mouth as if his life depends upon it, but the ardent kiss is over far too quickly as in three long strides Ari’s already at the foot of his bed, laying you down and pulling his shirt over his head.

You’re practically drooling watching him undress, his broad shoulders, strong arms and toned abs could fool anyone into thinking he was a god carved from stone. And when he finally strips himself of his shorts and underwear, you actually salivate at the sight of his deliciously large dick already hard and ready for you.

“Fuck, you’re so much bigger than Bryce.” Your brain is practically malfunctioning at the view of the naked, burly man in front of you and these words are all you can think to say.

“This is what you’ve been missing out on, Sunshine.” Ari comments with a smirk.

He kisses you again, with the same intensity as before, but now he takes his time to explore your mouth, his hands desperate to feel every inch of you, every beautiful swell and dip, every exquisite curve he gets to claim for the night.

“Turn around for me, I wanna see that ass.” You do as he commands, face and chest to his bed, arching your back with your ass in the air, giving him prime view of exactly what he wants. You grab your vibrator, switch it on your preferred setting and hold it at the angle you’ve come to know with experience gives you the most pleasure, humming in satisfaction when you find just the right spot. “Fuck, you’re so sexy when you use that toy.”

You feel him teasingly drag the head of his dick through your folds, coating himself in your arousal, which in turn makes you wetter.

“Shit, that’s a pretty pussy. So wet for me. You’ve been thinking about fucking me for a while, haven’t you?”

You breathlessly admit you have during the beat where he pauses and lines himself up with your entrance. A chorus of moans echoes through the room as he pushes into you for the first time. He fills you up agonisingly slowly, but his bruising grip on your hips prevents you from pushing back into him. The burn of your walls stretching to accommodate him dissipates once he’s fully sheathed within you and all you can think about is how completely and utterly full you feel.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight.” Ari gives himself a moment to savour the sensation of how your soft walls grip him and seemingly pull him further into you before he begins to move, quickening his pace with every new thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Fill me up so deep, Ari.” The combination of the vibrator continuously stimulating your clit and the feel of Ari’s every inch driving in and out of you already has your toes curling.

“Say my name again baby, let the neighbours know who’s fucking you so good.” You do as he requests, chanting his name with every plunge of his cock.

His bed creaks with each rocking movement, the sound of the headboard thumping into the wall rhythmically fills the room along with your moaning and the salacious sound of skin slapping skin.

“Shit, right there, Ari. Don’t fucking stop!” You think perhaps there should be a part of you that’s embarrassed at how quickly you’re finding your release, but with how neglected and needy Bryce has left you, you’re utterly desperate to feel that pent up tension snap like a rubber band.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me, wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” Ari can feel how close you are, your velvety walls fluttering around him, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With one strong thrust, your long awaited release washes through you like a wave. Every cell in your body floods with pleasure, blinding your vision and losing control of all motor function, causing you to let go of the vibrator.

As if Ari can sense the future, he’s ready when you go slack, taking the toy from your limp hand and maintaining the perfect pressure on your clit, never breaking rhythm with his thrusts, prolonging your orgasm to the point where you’re desperately mewling for him to stop and tugging at his sheets to escape the tsunami of overwhelming pleasure.

“Best pussy I’ve ever felt. I bet Bryce doesn’t fuck you this good.” Ari says as he lazily pulls out of you, wiping stray, sweaty strands of hair from his eyes as he lays beside you on his bed, gently tapping his thighs as his indication he wants you to get on top.

“Not even close.” You say breathlessly with a smirk, a little insecure about how your legs wobble as you straddle him, though Ari doesn’t seem fazed by it. In fact, he looks overjoyed watching you look down at him, a hint of endearment swirling in his lust blown pupils you hadn’t been expecting to notice.

Ari lets out a rumbling moan as you sink down onto him, his hands instinctively finding your hips as he helps you through the motions of grinding down on his dick.

“Work it pretty girl, yeah, just like that. Use me, use this fat cock, it’s all yours.” Once you have worked up a rhythm Ari removes his hands from your sides, appreciating the sight of your pussy swallowing his shaft whole, before his itching fingers caress your breasts, rolling your nipples into stiffened peaks. “You’re so beautiful riding me like this. Look at these tits, they’re fucking perfect.”

“Oh God, I’m close, Ari.”

“Me too, Sunshine.” You barely hear Ari’s words as his strong arms engulf you, flipping you into his mattress. His heavy body presses you even further into the memory foam which is permanently infused with his intoxicating musky scent, trapping you so you have no choice but to take everything he’s giving you.

His long hair falls into his eyes, but it doesn’t stop him from making adoring eye contact. Did his eyes always soften when they gazed at you? Or are you only noticing it now that you are so much closer than you have ever been before?

You loved the angel he hit inside you while you were riding him, but it’s nothing compared to the mesmerising drag of his cock in this position, his hips rolling fervently into yours as his hands interlock with yours above your head and his lips suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.

The sex feels much more intimate than you were expecting when you essentially broke into his apartment to provocatively display yourself, wishing he’d be interested enough in an easy lay to give you one climax for the night. You’re not complaining though, you always did had a soft spot for Ari, and Bryce was rightfully jealous of the effortless connection you share.

“Oh fuck, Ari! Please, you're gonna make me cum!” You cry, his pistoning movements becoming more erratic as he chases both of your highs, his pelvis grinding against your clit repeatedly with each thrust.

“Cum with me, pretty girl.” Ari growls into your ear, your admission only spurring him on. The coil in the pit of your stomach winding tighter with each stroke of his tip against the spongy spot inside you that makes your legs shake uncontrollably and blinding stars burn behind your eyes. The same spot Bryce was never able to find, yet Ari sought out so easily.

Euphoria takes over you for the second time with a strained cry of his name, ecstasy shivers down your spine and out to the endings of every nerve in your body. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud of pure bliss as Ari captures your moans in an ardent kiss.

Your soft walls squeeze him deliciously and contrast to the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back. It’s enough to push him over the edge with you.

“Holy shit, I’m cumming!” Ari announces before a deep, husky grunt rumbles from his chest. The muscles in his abdomen tense as he spills his large load deep inside you with a drawn out groan.

When Ari finally pulls out, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of your mixed releases dripping from your core, before he dashes into his bathroom to fetch a warm, damp cloth to clean you up. You flinch at the sensation, your body oversensitive after the two mind blowing orgasms he pulled from you, but your heart soars at the thought in his gesture.

Once he’s done, Ari’s sweaty form lays down beside you, pulling you into him, gently kissing down your neck and over your shoulder. A shiver runs down your spine at how much tenderness each small kiss is filled with.

“You know, I’ve kinda had a thing for you ever since Bryce introduced us, but I’ve never been that guy who makes a move on someone else’s girl.” You flip over so you’re looking at him, his eyes search yours for a sign that he is more than a convenient one night stand and this meant more than just getting revenge on his dickhead roommate.

“Well, I’m no longer Bryce’s girl…” You point out, which is met with a smile.

“No, you’re mine now.”

* * *

Before going another round, one where Ari vows to finally taste you, you suggest grabbing some bottled water to keep hydrated. You’ll need to replenish your fluids if he plans on having his way with you the entire night and into the morning.

When you open the bedroom door, you see a familiar figure lounging on the couch.

“Oh, hey Bryce.” You say nonchalantly, feigning ignorance that you knew he lived here, though it is a welcome surprise to see him home so early from the party where he would have heard every sinful detail of your genuine climax with Ari minutes before, something he had never experienced in your four months together.

He simply stares at you, mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief as you casually walk over to the kitchen au naturel. You make sure to sway your hips seductively as you return to Ari’s bedroom, giving him a view of exactly what he’s missing out on.

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[jobean12-blog]

Teasing Temptation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,017

Summary: You present Bucky with an idea, a little game to play, and he agrees. 

Author’s Note: So I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and then my beautiful friend Ali @flordeamatista hosted her Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge and one of Rihanna’s songs just spoke to me for this. I went with “Give it to me like I need it/Rock me out on the floor/Put your hands on me, watch me lose it”: Roc Me Out. Thank you for hosting my sweet! love you and hugs! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Both dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirty fun, tension, sassiness, some language, smexy talk 

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thank you lovely 🥰

“I want to play a game.”

At your words Bucky perks up, dropping the book from his hands and shifting so you’re now straddling his lap.

“I’m listening,” he murmurs as his hands settle on your waist, thumbs sneaking under your shirt to feel your skin.

“Don’t distract me,” you smirk and get comfortable.

He raises an eyebrow as you wiggle in his lap.

“Doll…”

“Ok, so,” you start, trying to ignore the growing hardness between his legs. “I was thinking…you know how I love when you’re extra grumpy?”

He nods, sliding his hands higher and tracing the underside of your bra.

“What if we did something that will most definitely make you extra grumpy but definitely be worth it in the end?”

“Does it end with me fucking your brains out?” he asks.

“Yup,” you answer and pop the p.

“I’m in.”

“Buck, I didn’t even tell you the most important part!”

You squirm in his grasp as his fingertips move higher and tease the tiny bow on your bra.

“You know what it’s like when you’ve been gone a mission for a few days,” you continue as you close your fingers around his wrists and pull them from your shirt.

He playfully pouts and you kiss his lips.

“It’s torture being away from you,” he whispers against your mouth.

“And then when you come home…”

“I want to stay buried inside you forever.”

“Mm hm,” you agree, sighing at the thought.

“Are you saying you want us to hold out on sex for a few days?” he asks, easily pulling his hands free of your grasp so he can flip you over and pin you to the couch.

“Let’s see how long we last,” you tell him, willing your body not to react to the feel of him pressed against you.

“Is this a challenge doll?”

“Well, not exactly…but I mean it would be fun to see who breaks first.”

You wiggle your brows and give him a grin.

“Fine,” he says as he dips his head and brushes his lips over yours. “Any rules?”

His warm breath tickles your skin and your eyelashes start to flutter closed.

“Kisses and hugs are fine, light touches but nothing more. And how does three days sound?”

He huffs out a sigh and brushes his nose along your cheek until his face is buried in your neck.

“Not three…two,” he mumbles. “That’s the best I can do.”

“But you’ve been gone on missions for longer than that!” you giggle.

“Two,” he grumbles. “And when I’m gone on a mission you aren’t prancing around lookin’ like a snack I wanna devour.”

You laugh at his analogy and start to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Don’t think you’ll make it Barnes?” you tease, giggling when he presses his lips to your throat.

He abruptly stands and you suck in a gasp, digging your teeth into your bottom lip at the sight of his hard-on straining against his sweats.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “Two nights.”

“What time are we leaving for dinner Buck?” you yell from the bathroom.

“Six thirty doll,” he shouts back.

You wrap the towel around your body and stroll out into the hall. When you reach the bedroom, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his socks.

His lips turn down into a frown.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he states.

“Are you saying I can’t shower for the next two days?” you ask coyly as you bend over and pretend to look in the drawer.

“No.”

He’s suddenly in your space, his arm around your waist to turn you to face him. He presses you into the dresser, his mouth an inch from yours as his free hand toys with the top of your towel.

“Bucky,” you gasp, weakly pushing on his chest.

“You tease me doll face…” he whispers. “I tease ya back.”

You fight back the desire to tell him to rip the towel off and bend you over and instead shimmy out of his hold.

“We have a long way to go,” you say, not hiding your frustration.

“It’s only been two hours,” he whines, adjusting himself in his pants. “FUCK.”

“Are you getting dessert?” Bucky asks when the waiter leaves with your clean dinner plates.

“Are you?” you counter, licking your lips at the thought of watching him eat something ooey and gooey.

“Let’s share,” he says, throwing you a wink.

He orders the chocolate lava cake and your mouth waters for more than one reason. The waiter places the cake in the middle of the table and hands each of you a spoon.

Bucky dives right in and takes a big bite, shoving the spoon is his mouth and moaning around it before licking it clean.

You do the same, mostly to stop yourself from moaning at his reaction but with his eyes trained on your mouth you can’t help but tease a little.

“Wow, tastes almost as good as you.”

Your words have his features hardening, the muscle in his jaw clenched tight as he slides his metal hand under the table and grips your thigh.

“If I have to wait to fuck your brains out,” he says softly, his tone betraying his words, “you have to stop saying things that test my control.”

You grab his wrist, spreading your legs as discreetly as possible under the table and shove his hand high enough so his fingers brush the dampness on your panties.

“Fuck me,” he hisses. “This is fucking torture.”

“It’ll be worth it,” you tell him, clearly trying to convince yourself as well.

“I know.” He drags his heated gaze over you. “That’s the only reason you’re still sitting there and not on my cock.”

“Bucky,” you breathe out.

“Doll face…just…finish your dessert.”

His metal fingers slip away from you and he brings them back to the table, his hand clenched in a permanent fist as he takes another bite of cake.

“Hey Barnes, you’re draggin’ today. Let’s move!” Sam yells, turning back to Bucky as he lags behind.

Sam slows down until Bucky catches up and elbows him in the ribs.

“You’re extra broody this morning. Everything ok?” Sam asks.

“I’m good, thanks,” Bucky grunts before he takes off in a sprint.

Sam rolls his eyes with a sigh and mumbles a curse before taking off after him.

When Sam catches you sitting on the steps outside your apartment building after he and Bucky return from the run he immediately frowns at your expression.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You ok?”

You look up with a start, not having realized he was there, your thoughts still lingering on the sight of Bucky jogging toward you, sweat slicked with his shirt sticking to every muscle of his torso.

“Yeah, all good,” you answer. “Why?”

“I dunno know…you look tense,” Sam explains. “And Bucky was extra grumpy this morning.”

Your lips start to lift into a sideways smirk and Sam’s eyes narrow.

“What’s going on with you two?” he asks.

“Nothing. Everything is great,” you assure him before waving goodbye and hurrying off to find Bucky.

You open the door to your bedroom and find Bucky walking out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Steeling yourself with a grin you say, “heard you were a grump this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky answers as he leans against the door, crossing his arms over his chest.

You step closer to him and mirror his pose along the opposite wall. A drop of water rolls off his chin and down his neck before tracing the muscles along his chest and moving over his abs until it disappears in the soft trail of hair below his belly button.

Your eyes follow it the entire way and you have to drag your gaze away from the muscular V at his hips when he speaks.

“My eyes are up here baby doll,” he chuckles.

You blow him off with a raspberry and start to stomp off but he grabs you and pulls you against his hard chest.

Heat suffuses you as you trail your fingertips over his skin. He dips his head and whispers against your lips, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, doll, you’ll never be rid of the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you.”

“You’re doing this on purpose,” you tremble, throwing his earlier words back at him.

“You wanted this,” he answers, his tone sassy.  

“Well, now I have to go change my panties. Thanks.”

His strong fingers dig into your skin. “I can’t do this doll.”

“Yes, you can,” you reply, swallowing hard at the thought that you aren’t even sure you’ll make it.

“Fuck,” he bites out, releasing you like you’re on fire.

“Maybe we should go do something?” you suggest as you stare at your husband from across the couch.

You can’t sit too close to him because his hands are always on you and you want it that way so it’s easier to put some physical distance between you.

“Like?” he asks, looking up from his book.

“I dunno, something out in public this way it’s easier to control ourselves.”

“That’s never stopped me before,” he murmurs as his eyes darken.

“Bucky,” you groan and squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes fly between your legs and he licks his lips.

“Fine,” he growls. “Let’s go play pool.”

“I haven’t played pool in so long,” you tell him as you walk into the dimly lit bar.

“That’s ok doll face. I’ll help ya.”

You smile as he leads you across the floor with his hand on your lower back.

“I’m going to enjoy you saying the word ‘balls’ a lot,” you giggle.

He pins you with a glare but you can see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You watch him bend over the table with his cue stick and admire the view of his ass in his tight jeans. He easily pockets one of the balls and saunters over to you.

“You know how to hold the cue stick?”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief and you open your mouth to give him a cheeky answer but before you can he presses a metal finger to your lips.

“Don’t doll,” he whispers. “Just…show me.”

You take the cue stick in your hands and position it before you bend over the pool table. He slides up behind you, leaning over you as he adjusts your hold.

“Like this,” he whispers along the shell of your ear.

You make a sound of acknowledgement and wait for him to back away.

“Bucky?” you ask, slightly breathless. “I think you need to move.”

“Well, unless you want everyone to see how tight my jeans are right now you gotta give me a minute,” he growls.

“I don’t think the position we are currently in will help at all,” you giggle and wiggle your ass.

“Doll,” he warns.

You take your shot, missing it thanks to him crowding your space.

“That’s your fault,” you say as you push him up and let your eyes fall to his crotch.

“And this is your fault,” he mumbles, discreetly trying to adjust himself.

“You bent me over the table,” you sass back.

“This was a bad idea.”

“This was a great idea Buck.”

Bucky unlocks the door and holds it open for you. You slip past him and toe off your shoes.

“You know we never set an exact time for when this would be over,” you muse as drop your bag. “Technically tonight is two days but are we torturing ourselves until later tonight or should we….”

The rest of your sentence is cut off when he grabs your hand and abruptly pushes you against the wall. His body presses hard into yours and he captures your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head.

“Game over,” he rumbles.

“But who won?” you ask as your knees tremble and your breath catches in your throat.

“I don’t give a fuck doll face. The only thing care about is having my cock buried inside you.”

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[flordeamatista]

ok but “i’ll eat you out if that makes you feel better” with this dbf!ari

Skin

pairing:  dbf!ari levinson x reader

concept:  Oh, honey, how I lust for you

word count: 1.5k

warnings: Poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic desire, fingering, reader mas-turbating, age gap, hair pulling on sweet Ari's hair, body worship, or-al (female receiving), c-um- play, nickname- (Honey),

a/n:  It's a daydream I created for my own writing challenge Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge using two songs: Skin and Woo (the melody of the song)

I hope you can see the inspiration behind an old menace attack @sunshinebuckybarnes and thank you @mellowsaturns

lovely beta: @lunarbuck

Masterlist

Sunlight peeks through the blinds as it sets on another lonely afternoon

You have been consumed by stress over this design for the past few weeks. You have been unable to focus on anything else, and the pressure has been overwhelming. You know you must finish it for your client, but it feels impossible. 

You need a break. 

Taking a break is necessary to recharge and refocus your energy, allowing you to return to sewing with a clearer head.

All you need is some self-care and a thousand orgasms, and he's the only one you want to fulfill. You can feel the tension and stress leaving your body, and you can start to relax, allowing you to focus and feel more energized.

You close your eyes and imagine being in his big arms, feeling his tender caresses and hearing his whispered words of love. You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, feeling a sense of peace that washes over you. 

I need to be adored and cherished

He just wanted to make sure you were okay. Having missed you at your family events, he’s been craving the opportunity to tease you since he knows what an impact he has on you. Your innocent eyes glow when you giggle, and your voice resonates with sweetness like honey in the air.. Considering he is your father's new business partner, he should not flirt with you, but he can't help but do so since you are so unique. He can't help but admire you. He knows, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to get to know you better. 

He sees the half-open door in the studio office back at your house and knows you are inside. He enters the room, determined to get your attention. He hears your voice, but it is drowned out by moans. 

Pleasure-filled.

All coherent thoughts leave his head and are blown away. It’s as if his mind is a canvas, and the explosion of emotions have painted it with an abstract swirl of colors. It never occurred to him that you would be pleasuring yourself out in the open and looking like a goddess with your hand between your legs while you lost in thought. The mix of emotions is like a tornado of colors, both vibrant and chaotic, that leaves his mind in a swirl of awe and delight. He will love having your legs around his head.

He stands in front of you, his eyes meeting your body, and he cautiously takes a step closer.

And no one else will ever know the true depth of our desire for each other.

Normally, he’d walk away, but he can’t when he hears you moaning, calling his name like a siren. He takes another step forward, his hands slowly reaching out to explore your body as he licks his lips. He can’t resist anymore and finally succumbed to his desires, walking closer until his breath fans over you.

You feel excitement wash over you, and you reach for your hand when you hear a sound from your fantasy world. You open your eyes and see a scene that you have imagined for so long. You take a moment to take it all in and take him in. 

A fantasy, a moan. 

"Ari, I was stressed. I didn't mean to do that," you whisper. You’re embarrassed that he saw and heard you calling his name.

Ari takes a deep breath and holds your gaze, his expression communicating understanding and compassion."It's alright," he says softly. "We all get stressed sometimes." He steps closer, his hand lightly touching yours. 

You feel the warmth of his hand, and the tension in your body begins to ease. 

A gentle smirk spreads across his face as he comments, "And you looked so peaceful, so relaxed, moaning my name."

It melts my heart to see your desire.

Ari grabs your wrist, belonging to the hand you had fucked yourself with, and brings your fingers to his mouth. His lips are gentle as he kisses each finger softly and slowly, taking his time to savor the taste of you on them.

Your neck is exposed to his lips as he slowly draws kisses from your fingers to your neck. His wet lips and beard mark your skin. His touch is gentle as he trails his fingers across your neck, and his lips press against your skin. His breath is warm and sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the electricity between you two, and the moments pass like seconds.

Despite the danger and wildness, you wanted to keep going with him.

"Please, Ari!" You need him more and more. Ari smiles and lowers his head to capture your lips with his own. 

"Honey, what do you need? I'm glad to help you.” His tiny pecks and nibbles travel down the low neckline of your dress and nip gently at the curve of your breasts. Spitting on his fingers, he traces circles around your nipples with his cold fingers, sending shivers down your spine and inducing gasps in response. “I'll eat you out if that makes you feel better. I've got you.” He pulls back a bit, holding onto you so you will stay steady. 

See you, touch you, kiss you!

“Stay there,” he demands. 

Clearly, he knows what he was doing.

Bringing his palms up inch by inch, he kisses your thighs, his lips climbing higher and higher until he reaches your pussy. Before he walked in on you, you had taken off your underwear. "Relax, Honey, you're going to feel alive, I swear it." Ari blows gently on your pussy. 

Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thighs, inching his way up. Using his large palms, he traces his tongue along your inner thighs until his face fades away between your legs. His tongue paints circles around your core, his lips and tongue working in tandem as he drags out your pleasure.

His fingers move in circles, pressing in and out as his tongue alternates between licking and sucking. Grabbing onto his hair, you pull it as you hear him mumble, "My sweet pussy"

Ari moves his finger with a slow, regular rhythm. Increasing his pace, Ari's movements become more vigorous, and he teases you with every stroke, edging you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. 

He gave you what you wanted most. He made you feel special.

“So wet and tight for me.” His words bring you closer to the edge “My sweet Honey is so naughty for me, only for me.”

 In an instant, he slips in and out, sliding in a second finger while teasing your clit with his thumb. It is like a conductor leading an orchestra, gently guiding you towards the crescendo of bliss. Your breasts produce a fantastic display of cleavage as he watches them rise and fall with his movements. 

Ari groans into your clit, flicking his tongue against it, craning his fingers forward so he can find the tender spot inside that pushes your body to the edge. You gasp as he hits the spot, his tongue and fingers working together in sync. Your body quivers and your orgasm comes closer. He keeps up the pressure, and soon enough you feel yourself falling over the edge. Ari laps up the evidence of your pleasure before resting his forehead against your inner thigh, breathing heavily. He kisses your stomach softly and pulls away, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. 

I map every inch of your sweet skin with fierce kisses

You smile, feeling a warmth like never before spread through your body.

"Feel better, Honey," he says, lips glistening. As you release his long dark brown hair from your fingertips, you tug him just a little so that he can stand up and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips with the mixture of his own unique taste.

His fingers fumble for the hem of your dress, and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. "I need another thing to help me," you repeat to him, looking into his blue ocean eyes as you jump onto him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Ari carries you out to perform yet another stress-relief exercise. "Let's do something big to forget the world," you moan in his ear. With a swift motion, he carries you up the stairs and away from reality. 

You are both off to a place where the worries of the world seem to be forgotten.

Oh, honey, how I lust for you

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Kiss it better

An: Here is my entry for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge. I chose the song ‘Kiss it better’. Love you Alice! Enjoy some angst, smut and action with our bad boy.

Beta’d by the American disaster, @yarnforbrains 

Master list

Relationship: Nick Fowler x Morally grey private contractor Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

CW: alcohol consumption, violence (knives and guns), angst, smut (oral - m receiving, unprotected sex - don’t do this) star-crossed lovers, feels, Nick talking a bit of Romanian. (înger means angel)

You weren’t surprised when you ran into Nick. Given the line of work you were both in, it was inevitable that you’d cross paths now and again.

You’d both spotted each other at about the same time, and he raised his champagne glass in salute at you from across the ballroom, flashing you a wry smile. You tilted your head in a small nod in return, before returning to the conversation you’d been having with your mark. You chatted; you flirted, and you simpered, putting out the air of a vacuous party girl, only concerned with dresses and jewellery.

You felt you were getting there, turning the older millionaire in front of you into putty in your soft, manicured hands, when suddenly you were snagged by your arm.

“Please excuse the interruption, but I haven’t seen this lovely lady in quite a while, and we have lots to catch up on.” 

The pretty speech was aimed at your companion, and before you could open your mouth to protest, you found yourself whirled onto the dance floor in the arms of the man you hated to love and loved to hate.

“Rude, Nick.” You pouted at him as you looked up into his artic eyes. You took in the subtle changes since you’d seen him last: another small scar on his left temple - no doubt a souvenir from some kind of fight - a few more grey hairs here and there, and a deepening of the scowl line across his forehead. “I had that guy just where I wanted him, and now he probably thinks I’m going to throw him over for you.”

Your heart and your stomach lurched, and it had nothing to do with how he was gracefully leading you around the floor and everything to do with the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“You mean you’re not, sweetheart? I thought you’d at least try it on with me, especially after last time.”

“What can I say, Nicky. Sorry, not sorry. It was just business, nothing personal.”

He pulled you closer, lowering his head and whispering directly into your ear - anyone watching would take the gesture as romantic.

“You cost me a lot that day, înger. Not just money either. It was the connections too. So let’s just say that any loss you make today is just a rebalance of the scales.”

He artfully twirled you away and then brought you back into the sturdy enclosure of his arms. You weren’t going to escape him or get your way through brute force, but you had your cunning and, while you didn’t want to hurt him physically, if push came to shove, you had your handy stiletto strapped to your thigh under your Versace gown.

However, now you were being held by him, your body recognised a certain safety, so you slid your arms up around his neck, your fingers delicately teasing the ends of his dark brown hair. His hands came down lower on your back, almost sweeping the top swell of your ass, pulling your hips flush against his. You reacted instantly.

“Is this your way of saying you want me to make it up to you?” You rubbed the side of your nose against his jaw, his trimmed stubble biting in a way that made you want to salivate. 

Why the two of you had never properly teamed up, you didn’t know. You’d be formidable if you did, but it was probably because both of you had trust issues. It was a shame really. Both of you were ambitious, driven, intelligent, and fast on your feet - figuratively and literally. Then there was the chemistry. Neither of you could deny the pull between you, like opposite poles of a magnet, constantly being drawn together. 

Sex with Nick was something entirely mind blowing. He managed to perfectly toe that line between being rough and dominating enough to excite you, but not so far it made you rail against it. You were independent; no simpering miss waiting for a ‘Daddy’ or a ‘Sir’ to make you feel loved and cherished. You knew what you wanted and when you saw it, you took it. And despite it being a very bad idea, your mind and your body wanted Nick again as soon as you’d locked eyes with him earlier. You had to promise yourself that this would be the very last time you succumbed to his charms.

You rotated your hips and scraped your teeth down the column of his throat, pleased when you saw his reaction - a narrowing of his eyes and an almost inaudible grunt that no-one but you would pick up on.

“Come on, Nicky-baby. Let me say sorry. You can put your pride aside for that, can’t you? Let me kiss it better.”

When he came to a sudden halt on the edge of the dance floor, you knew you’d pushed him too far, too fast. He unwound your arms from around his neck and stepped back, looking down at you with his nostrils flaring in frustration.

“Nice try, înger. Despite how tempting your offer is, we both know it would be a bad idea.”

Time to go for broke. You smiled at him, coyly and tried to close the distance between the pair of you once more.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you agreed to a bad idea. One last time, whaddya say?”

He snorted then, in derisive amusement and taking hold of both humour wrists in one of his hands, stroked the knuckles of the other down the smooth skin of your cheek.

“Are you that desperate for my cock? Your hungry little cunt not satisfied by anyone else? How very sad for you.”

You felt the heat of embarrassment suffuse your neck and face and pulled your arms from his grip with a sudden jerk. Now you remembered why sometimes you couldn’t stand him.

“Fuck you, Nick!”

“You wish, sweetheart. You wish.”

You spun on your heel and stalked towards the bar, deciding you needed a drink to wash the bad taste of that conversation from your mouth. Fuck Nick and the helicopter he flew in on.

A martini and a half later and you were feeling decidedly more calm. You planned to finish this drink and then see if you could recoup lost ground with your mark from earlier. Part of you wondered why Nick was at this gathering, but given the mixture of folk in attendance, it could be anything from corporate espionage to arms dealing. Everyone here was in pursuit of power and money at all costs. You and Nick were no different than the rest of them.

The problem with a group like this, though, was that it only took one idiot with a short fuse, and an even shorter dick, to turn it into a shit show. 

Across the room, you became aware of Nick being in deep conversation with some other men that made even someone as hard as you shiver in distaste. Yes, you were ruthless, but even you had morals - certain enterprises that you would not entertain even as a means to an end.

The conversation turned heated, voices rising to a level where they could be heard above the band. You slipped away from the bar, drink abandoned, instinct driving you to see if you could assist Nick and lower tensions. You were charismatic and had a way with people, especially certain men who could be manipulated by a melodic laugh, a flash of cleavage, and the insinuation of a good time to come.

“Nicky. Gentlemen. Everything alright over here?” They fell silent at your interruption, but none of them took their eyes from each other. You stifled the urge to sigh. Men and their need to dominate one another.

“It’s all good, înger. You run along now.” Nick’s voice was tense, and you guessed that the man he was staring at was the leader of the group. Unfortunately, you were standing closer to him than any of the others, and with the protection of his men around him, he felt confident enough to drag his eyes from Nick and run his gaze over you. His interest made you feel nauseous, but you kept your vapid smile on your face.

“I think she should stay, Nicky. It’s always a good idea to improve the view.” He took hold of your arm and hooked it through his, pulling you close, half in front of him, his free hand poking into the small of your back. No, not his hand. His gun. With only Nick able to see your face now, you rolled your eyes. This idiot had signed his own death warrant, and didn’t even know it yet. And he kept on talking.

“Let’s take this party outside, shall we? Continue our discussions in private. I’m sure I can persuade you to see my point of view, Nicky.”

Your hand inched down leg, to the thigh-high slit in your dress, and you watched the tiny twitch of Nick’s own hands, desperate to be holding a firearm and taking out these bozos. You turned your head to look up at the man holding you, putting on your most doe-like expression.

“But I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold. And the party's here.”

He gave you a rough shake.

‘Shut your mouth. You obviously mean something to my friend here, so I need you to help me keep him in line.”

With as much honey dripping from your mouth as possible you delivered your coup de grace.

“But how are you gonna keep me in line?”

For a second he was speechless, processing what you’d said, but before he could make any retort he jerked as your blade pierced his side, sinking into his flesh with hardly any resistance. He let out a grunt and his gun clattered to the floor. 

There was a moment’s silence before all hell broke loose. 

You dropped down, out of his slackening hold, scooping up the firearm with your free hand as you jerked the knife from his body. He collapsed, blood pouring from the wound and splattering your dress. 

Then the gunshots started. 

Whether Nick started shooting first or the goons, you didn’t know or care, but the ballroom was filled with screaming, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with blood. Nick grabbed your hand and pulled you up and behind him, shielding you as he reversed you both out of the chaos, returning fire against the four men shooting at the pair of you. 

You plastered yourself to his back, the pilfered gun in your left hand, firing around his body. Nick jerked, letting out a stifled shout and you glanced with him, seeing the darkening of his suit jacket fabric on his right upper arm. It didn’t slow him down though. 

Reaching the doorway, you turned and bolted through it along the corridor towards the exit. The pair of you burst out into the chill of the night, passed the startled valet’s having a secret smoke, and towards the rows of parked cars.

Keeping low with Nick covering you, you tried the handles, finally finding one that the low paid teens hadn’t locked properly. Carefully, you slid into the passenger side, then moved across the centre and into the driver’s seat. Nick followed you in, closing the door quickly to extinguish the overhead light.

“Why the hell are you in the driver’s seat?” His whisper was harsh as your hands worked their magic with the wires under the steering column.

“Just keep an eye out, okay, Nick? Let’s play to our strengths here and not gender roles. I’m better at hotwiring, and you’re better at shooting. Also, I’m not bleeding. Therefore, I drive; you clear a path. Oh, and put your seatbelt on.”

From the corner of your eye you saw him shake his head and heard him chuckle, and you couldn’t hold back your smile. However, your concentration returned to the job at hand as the engine of the car roared into life. You heard shouting as the men chasing you suddenly identified where you were.

“Hold on!” You threw the car into reverse, the spinning wheels kicking up gravel as you manoeuvred the car out of its space. A loud bang, followed by a ‘thunk’ let you know your escape vehicle was now being shot at, and the pair of you ducked your heads as you moved the shifter into drive. In a shower of glass, the rear windshield was gone, but that just allowed Nick to turn in his seat and shoot back as you flattened the accelerator, and the car screamed down the driveway. You exited onto a narrow, country road. You had no choice but to turn on the head lamps, because without them you were likely to end up upside down, in a ditch, on fire.

For a minute or two it was quiet, the only sounds were those of the engine and your and Nick’s breathing.

“We need to turn off this road. Might be being followed.” His voice was strained, probably due to the shot he’d taken.

“I know a place nearby.”

He grunted and went silent again. Then a minute later, “Did you have to kill him?”

You chuckled. “You know me, Nick. He pissed me off. Underestimated me, and he only got to do that once. No second chances. Besides, he was annoying you. Only I’m allowed to do that.”

Another grunt, but you could tell it was one made with a smile, albeit a pained one.

The car hugged the road surface, and you drove along at breakneck speed, only slowing down just before you returned off, not wanting to leave obvious treadmarks leading onto the dirt track.

You pulled up outside a small cabin and killed the lights and engine. Knowing Nick was capable of getting out of the car himself, you strode straight to the front door, turning the handle and giving it a shoulder barge in just the right place to pop the ineffective lock.

It was a rustic place, and you grabbed hold of the oil lamp and matches, quickly illuminating your immediate surroundings with a soft glow. The door clicked, letting you know that Nick had joined you.

“Get that jacket and shirt off, big boy. Let’s see how big your new scar is going to be.”

You moved off toward the back of the cabin, searching for the first aid kit and the half bottle of vodka.  When you came back, Nick was standing where you left him.

“Swallow your pride, Nicky. Sit and strip.” You inclined your head to the rickety chair next to an equally dilapidated looking dining table, and finally he complied, but not without a deep sigh. He hissed in pain as he took off his suit jacket, and even in the low light it was impossible to hide the amount of blood on his dress shirt underneath.  It was obvious his adrenaline was dropping with how sluggish his movements were getting, and after watching him fumble one handed with his shirt buttons, you came to his rescue, freeing them all in a matter of seconds.  You helped him shed the ruined fabric and tried not to let your gaze linger on his chest.

Passing him the vodka bottle, he took a hearty swig before sloshing some over his wound.  Taking the bottle from him, you gave him the lantern to hold instead.

“Hold it steady - I need to see what I’m doing here. I was never any good at embroidery at school.”

You did your best not to listen to the small sounds of pain he let out as you cleaned away the blood and shirt fibres from the wound.

“You’re lucky, Nick. Just a deep gouge where the bullet grazed you. Good job those guys couldn’t shoot for shit.”

“Stop yapping and get on with it. I wanna go to sleep and try to forget that this evening ever happened.”

“Well excuse me, Mr Grumpy Pants!”

You didn’t take his attitude to heart - you knew he was cross with himself for how the evening had gone down and for letting himself get hurt.

Having made sure you’d done the best cleaning job possible, you threaded the needle, heated it in the flame of the lantern and then dipped it in the vodka to cool and sterilise as best you could. Nick let out small grunts as you pulled the edges of his damaged flesh together, doing your best to be neat about it. You found some gauze and dressed the wound, wrapping the fabric around his firm bicep.

First aid completed, Nick placed the lantern in the middle of the table and you slumped down in the chair next to him. You took a drink of vodka from the bottle and then passed it to him, watching as he took another swig.

“You sure you’re okay, înger?”

“Peachy, Nick. Can’t say the same for my dress, and I really liked this one.” In the gloom the blood stains on it weren’t obviously visible, but you knew they were there. The pair of you lapsed into silence, passing the vodka bottle back and forth, and you trying to ignore how Nick looked at you when you hiked up your long skirt to make it easier to remove your heels. 

As you freed your feet from their confines you wiggled your toes.

“Up.” Nick’s command didn’t take you too much by surprise. He knew how much you hated wearing heels. You placed your feet in his lap, and with his good hand he started to massaged up the ball and arch of your foot. You let out a moan at the feeling and heard his small laugh.

“Don’t change, do you, sweetheart?”

“Neither do you, Nick. It’s why we make such a great team. Like tonight. Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“Hey, I think we both got both of us out of there.”

He was right, and you hated to think how things could have ended this evening. There was a lump in your throat as you considered your life without Nick in it. It was getting harder and harder not to admit how you felt.

You watched him concentrate on your feet, seeing some of his rarely unveiled softness.

Fuck it.

You suddenly pulled your feet from Nick's lap, and while he was still momentarily confused you rose out of your chair, closed the distance between you and sat down on top of him, your legs bracketing his thighs.

You took his face in your hands and watched the yellow glow of the lamplight reflect in the mist-blue of his eyes.

“You know how I feel about you, Nick?”

His left hand came up to cover your right, an unusually tender gesture for him.

“I feel the same, sweetheart.”

“But we’re no good for each other, are we?”

“Not in this lifetime, no.”

Nick responded so apologetically, and you felt your heart swell. Leaning forwards you pressed your lips to his, kissing him slowly and sweetly. He accepted your kiss for what it was, not trying to deepen it. Your hands fell to his shoulders and his large ones clasped your waist. 

You pulled your lips from his and trailed them down his throat and across his right collarbone. He stayed still, his emotional state only given away by the way his fingers tightened their grip.

You pressed your kisses over his shoulder stopping where the gauze you’d wrapped around his arm started.

“Will you let me kiss it better, Nick? Just one more time?”

“Of course, înger. This last time, and all the other ‘last times’ we find ourselves in.”

“I mean it, Nicky.”

“You mean it every time, sweetheart…”

Your lips smiled against his warm skin, moving back across to his chest. His scent was stronger due to his earlier exertions, and you breathed it in as you kissed across his small, pebbled nipples. You couldn’t resist the urge to bite down on the meat of his left pectoral, and you delighted in the sharp intake of breath that Nick took.

“Înger….” He growled out a playful warning and you laved your tongue over the small marks you’d left. Part of you hoped it would bruise and leave him with a reminder of you that would linger.

Your hands moved lower as you continued to worship Nick’s torso, working on his belt and the fastening of his dress pants. Nick shifted on his chair, allowing you to pull the expensive black fabric down his legs. You didn’t need bright lights to know how aroused he was; the way his cock bounced against your hand from inside his briefs made it more than clear.

Curling your fingers around the waist band, you freed him as your mouth travelled lower. You licked up his length and revelled in how he rested his left hand on the top of your head, not controlling, but just to feel you. You licked him again, just to feel him shudder with anticipation, before finally taking the tip of him into your mouth.

The chair creaked as Nick shifted his weight under your sensual onslaught. You’d done this dance so many times before that you knew what he liked, how to make him lose his resolve. You dipped into the slit of him, tasting the pearly drops of precum that leaked out before swirling around his head and teasing his frenulum.

You sank down further, drawing him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch as it bumped against the back of your throat.

“What are you doing to me, sweetheart? You know I can’t resist you.” Nick’s voice was soft, almost tender and romantic, and you wished the pair of you could be more.

His hips twitched pushing him further into your throat, and you could feel tears prickling at your eyes. If this was going to be your last time doing this you wanted him to remember it. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs, feeling the strength of them as the coarse hair grazed your palms.

Nick’s breath was coming out in heavy pants, his hand gripping the back of your head.

“Înger, fuck, I need you. Please…”

You allowed him to tug you away and off his cock. He dragged you back onto his lap, pulling and pushing at your long skirt so that the only thing separating the pair of you was your flimsy lace underwear. This time when he kissed you it was with more passion than before, like he was trying to brand his body with yours.

You rolled your hips over him, both of you moaning into each other, desperate for that final connection. It took you only a moment to reach between you and pull your thong to the side, finally allowing him access to you.

You took him all in, relishing in the burn and stretch, too impatient to feel him to take your time.

“Nick!” His mouth latched onto your throat sucking and biting, his hands gripping your waist as you started to move. There was no romance here, just need and passion and want. As much as you wanted the former, there was no space for it between you and Nick - it would just make it hurt more.

“I wish we could run away, sweetheart. Tu și cu mine, away from all of this, somewhere where no one could find or bother us. Ți-aș da lumea.”

“I don’t need the world, just you.”

His hands were on your back, working the fastening of your dress, pulling it down your body to pool at your waist. He freed your breasts from your bra and lavished his attention on them, rolling your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, then pulling the sensitive nubs into his mouth in turn.

The fingers of one of your hands ran up into his hair, holding him to your chest, and the fingers of the other moved to where you were joined, drawing tight circles on your clit as you rode him.

Three words rested on your tongue, words that you desperately wanted to say, but knew you couldn’t. You both knew there was nothing more for the pair of you than this, and you just had to accept it. 

You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approach, repeating his name like a litany.

“That’s it, înger. Give me it. I need to feel you cum, vă rog.”

His words, though starting like a command, ended with a plea, and you knew he was feeling as wrecked as you were.

You cried out, your walls spasming around him as you kept rocking, waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

“Fill me up, Nick. I need you.”

You kissed him, letting him take over the movement as he planted his feet and thrust up into you in harsh strokes, reaching for his end. You swallowed the noises he made as he spilled inside you and you ground down on him, the final darts of your aftershocks shooting through your body.

Your bodies continued to rock gently against each other and you lazily made out as you both came back down. Nick shocked you though when he stood, and you squeaked as he let you slide down his body.

Your dress fell down your legs to land on the floor and Nick toed off his shoes and shook off his pants and briefs from around his ankles. His skin glowed golden and there was still a feral hunger in his eyes.

“Lead the way to the bed, sweetheart. You need to be lying down for what I have in mind next.”

Sunlight shining on your face finally woke you. Your eyes blinked open, and you found yourself lying with your head on Nick’s chest with your legs tangled together with the sheets.

For a moment you let yourself daydream about what it would be like to wake up like this everyday. You watched his face as he continued to sleep. It was strange to see him so relaxed.

With a sigh you made yourself get up, gently easing away from the man you could easily give your heart to. On silent feet you gathered your clothes, quickly redressing in your bloodstained gown. You didn’t fancy wearing your heels, so you stole Nick’s socks to protect your feet.

You felt bad about what you were about to do, but Nick had his phone with him, so he’d be able to sort himself out, sooner or later. You snuck out the door and climbed into the car, finding it much easier to start it up in the light when you could actually see the wires you were trying to manipulate.

Just like last night, the engine roared to life and shifting into drive, you drove a tight circle to turn the car to point towards the track back to the main road. You had a lot of damage control to do after last night, and despite your feelings, as you’d said to Nick last night, it was just business. You just needed your heart to get the memo. 

As you pulled away you glanced in the rear-view mirror, and there was Nick, standing in the doorway, in just his briefs and arm bandage. His expression was unreadable as you lengthened the distance between you until you turned the corner and could no longer see him. Why did driving away this time hurt more than last time?

Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

'unfaithful'

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 800 words

Outline: The guilt is eating you alive but you don't want to stop.

Warnings: cheating, angst, brief descriptions of smut and ejaculation, and all around that stuff.

Author’s Note: written for @flordeamatista loveeeeeee challenge. Alice congratulations on your ever-growing success, your spirit and your love for this community are rare and inspiring!

Now the story heavily deals with cheating, so be very aware, there are only bad guys around here! husband is unnamed, undescribed. Narratively it felt very nice to write something from a different perspective.

Ps: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

You spend one minute in the mirror longer checking your lipstick which quickly turned into five. With a heavy heart, you tuck your clutch under your arm and head out, your husband on the couch reading his newspaper.

He knew.

He had always known.

Maybe he preferred that this way.

You head out quickly get inside your car and drive fast. You were late and you wanted to also take your time there.

One leg after the other and you get out of the car and up the stairs of the garage before you make it to the last step, your lover has his arms around you pulling you in for a desperate hungry kiss.

"I missed you." He whispers already out of breath. You were incredibly infatuating to him, addicting to an almost deadly degree, and better than anything else in this world.

If you ever told him to kill your husband for you, he would.

He grabs your hand and takes you inside the first room in this old hotel. He knew the owners from back home and they'd let him sneak you in through the garage.

It's not like he doesn't know.

He kisses you again crushing your body against the door, against the wall, against the mirror. Clothes flying off and his cock almost hurting him with the desperation to get inside you.

He should be smarter than this but he is so in love with you that he'd do anything, anything to get you two more time together.

It's been two weeks, you'd been on a trip with your husband to a couples resort. It was lovely. Not as lovely as Sam's hot breath against your face as he pushes his finger inside you.

He'd had to stretch you out again in order for him to fit in. Your husband could never be as well endowed, or even as desperate as he was for one of your kisses. He shoves a finger inside your mouth to keep you quiet mostly, so he could start scissoring his finger with as minimum sound as possible.

And god he always did such a good job. His cock fit inside you like it was meant to, like you were the key to his heart, and the way he looked at you as if you were his queen and your crown was meant to be held high by him. His eyes absolutely worshipped you. Every time he watched you naked it was like that every time he saw you naked on your dad's old pickup trip when you were back from college to visit your folks at nineteen.

Every time he saw you his eyes twinkled and sparkled and his smile got brighter. And then he left, he joined the army, and you promised you'd wait for him.

But you didn't.

He never blamed you, never yelled at you, never fought with you. Always worshipped you, and looked you in the eyes like you were his world. His army tag is still around his neck and a little bit falls inside your mouth as he has you now on the bed thrusting into you hard. And you bite into it, relinquishing the memories, focusing on the present, reminiscing that first time.

When Sam came back dressed in his pilot uniform and congratulated you on your wedding and wished you happiness. And that other time five years later when you called him crying when your husband was reported missing after an accident.

And he comforted you, he comforted you until days became months and tears became laughter. Until your husband was found and returned to you. But you could never. You could never leave him he'd be through so much.

Sam understood. He understood too much. He was focused on his career. On his community. On fixing things that cannot be fixed.

And on you.

When he saw you again he didn't protest when you run to him and crush your lips against him.

When you let him make you his again and again until there was no air in your lungs anymore. Until there were bruised on your thighs and markings on your hips.

He never minded when you left.

He doesn't mind now as you are trying to adjust your dress even though a stripe is missing cause he tore it off, you'll wear your dress jacket over it it'll be fine.

He doesn't mind as you are driving off in your car, his dried cum inside your cunt keeping you company.

And he doesn't mind when you call him again a week later that you got an hour to spare.

The guilt would eventually eat you alive, right from within but until it did your life was on a loop.

You can't have everything you want in life and have it exactly how you want it.

All you can do is live with your choices.

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[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

My reality

AN: This is a submission for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge wich i found not long ago! Hope you'll like it!

I did ask for some extra promt though, which i recieved yesterday, and man, did it get my brain going!

The prompt: "I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.". I’ve accepted that as my reality.”

It is also written with Rihanna and Ne-yo - Hate that i love you, on repeat.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Bucky being a gentleman(yes that is a warning), heartbreak

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It was done, Steve was gone, Sam gave away the shield, the new Captain Amercia was actually a villain and Bucky couldn't really find his place in the world anymore. When you first saw him, he was having dinner with an old man, a friend most likely given they had no similarities at all. It warmed your heart whenever you saw them after that. The old man, Yori as you came to find out later was a regular, more often that not sitting alone at the bar, but when the mysterious man appeared he always seemed a bit happier. It made you a bit more happier too. Something about a sad, old man sitting alone broke your heart everytime. The man, James as he introduced himself a few nights ago, let his eyes find yours from time to time, and you were unable to look away. His eyes had you in a chokehold, but you never talked to him, you never waited for him to start a conversation with you either. Usually you just run to the back saying you need to pack some stuff, or do inventory. Yori always chuckled.

-You should take her out. - he murmured to James one night. He rolled his eyes.

-I'm not ready to date. - James said indifferently.

-I didn't say date, i said take her out. You should meet younger people you know, i ain't gonna be around forever. - he chuckled.

-The hell you aren't, you're over 200 and still more fit than me. - James joked, lifting his beer to his lips as you walked back from the back with a carton of beer to be put in the fridge behind you. You weren't a power lifter, but being a bartender did give you some muscles, yet your skin looked so soft, he had to gulp as Yori chuckled beside him, tearing his eyes away from you.

-What? - he grumbled to Yori.

-Take her out. - Yori said before he got up and walked out for the night.

After you filled the fridge with drinks, you started to clean up, it was nearing closing time and you wanted to get a headstart on the cleaning. The whole time you felt watched, of course James was still here, watching your every move.

-You know.. it's rude to stare. - you smirked without looking at him, he cleared his throat.

-I wasn't...

-Yea you were. - you smiled at him this time and he gave a half smile back. You swear your heart skipped a beat. Yea that smile, that tired half smile of his should be absolutely illegal. You looked away abruptly, resuming the cleaning. He stayed until you closed the bar, only talking then.

-Do you... um.. do you want to have a drink sometime? - he asked but when he saw your - deer in the headights - expression he quickly tried to salvage the situation. -As um friends of course, but you don't ha...

-I'd love that James. - you said cutting him off. Now he had an expression of shock. -i'm working tomorrow, how about after i close?

-Yea, um that is fine. I'll come pick you up. - he said before walking away. You chuckled seeing his retreating form. How strange this man was, how intriguing.

Yori came to the bar around lunch and he sat at his usual spot. He beamed at you, seeing you once in a dress.

-You got a date tonight? - he asked.

-Oh you old man, i think you know exactly. - you smirked at him.

-So he finally asked.

-Don't ring the wedding bells, it's just a friendly drink.

-If you say so sweetheart. - he winked and you gasped, faking being offended before you both chuckled.

After your shift, you waited in front of the now locked door for him, he was running late. You sighed thinking he stood you up. What did you even want from this? Just as you started to walk home a hand gently grabbed your wrist, turning you towards him. You turn terrified only to see James.

-I'm sorry for being this late.. i just.. i. - he stutters as he hold out a boquet of tulips in his other hand. You look at the boquet, then at him and back.

-You didn't have to.. - you start head hung low. He releases your wrist, finger gently hooking under your chin making you look up at him.

-I wanted to. - he says before offering his arm, as you go in search for a bar.

He is more fun than you expected, once he feels comfortable enough you even joke. Then months pass, but he just never makes a move. YOu fall into this limbo of being friends, appreciating his friendship, but he is such a gentleman, you couldn't help but also fall for him. You hear Yori tease him about taking the next step, he says he want's to be there for the wedding, and then you leave, you save your little heart from hearing his answer to the joke. You know the answer, but you wouldn't want to hear it from his mouth.

-See now you chased her off old man. Stop with this, we're friends. - James says as he clenches his jaw then taking a sip from his beer.

-If you say so. - Yori says before going silent. When you get back, the atmosphere is weird, you don't want to address it though.

Another month passes and James appear with a redhead on his arm, introducing her to Yori. Yori passes you a sad look, before taking her hand. You stand there, acting unaffected but from the inside you're burning. Its too cold and too hot at the same time, it hurts, it's like a thousand needles. You keep the tears at bay, you cannot afford to let it show. You walk up to them, asking what you can get to them. The redhead beams at James, saying that they'll have two beers and two whiskeys. You nod and go around to make it.

After you hand them their drinks, you ask the other bartender to cover them for the night. You couldn't do this. Bucky notices your smile falter everytime Nat laughs loudly, you gave away the table they're at. He doesn't know what it is, but he cannot ask. Nat just came back after literally not existing for years, and he's clinging to her. She's one of the last pieces of his old life. She's someone he knows. She's the only other person who knows about you other than Yori.

You pull away after. You don't talk to them, only to Yori, everytime they visit the bar. Nat saw how this hurt Bucky, she couldn't help but be colder to you cause of it.

-It's not her fault you know. - Yori says to Nat one night when you stormed out at the back to smoke, hands shaking. It was one of those nights when you couldn't bear to see them, it hurt too much. Sure, you were just friends, but your heart said something else. You couldn't help it. And now it was broken and hurt.

-What? She doesn't know it hurts him? - Nat rolled her eyes.

-Natalia, they've been building their friendship as they like to call it, for months. Poor girl loved him since the first time he sat foot in this bar. She was patient, she never made a move thinking she's not he's type, telling herself to be just fine with his friendship. And now he's only ever coming in with another on his arms. I know you're friends, i know he's known you most of his life, but you cannot expect someone who hadn't heard a word about you, to not pull away. Since you're back they did not talk.

Nat realizes what Yori means. Well to be honest he quite literally says it. He does not really have a filter, that's what they all like about him.

-Where did she go? - Bucky asks them when he gets back from the restroom.

-Out in the back for a smoke. - Yori says looking in front of himself. Nat motions with her head for Bucky to go after you. And he does. He founds you crouched next to the wall, smoking with shaking hands, battling with the tears that wants to fall.

-What's up ? What happened?

-Nothing happened James. - you say in almost a whisper - i just have a bad day.

-Doll, it's not just a bad day, tell me what happened. Who hurt you?

-No James, i'm not playing this. You just.. why don't you go back to Natalia?

He sighs, his hands in his pockets as he nods and turns around to go back in, walking away once more. That's when you broke down. For once you let the tears fall thinking he couldn't hear them hitting the pavement. His heart breaks even more not knowing why you closed yourself off so much, so abruptly.

The next few weeks the circles only grow under your eyes, you've lost weight too, but at least you sometimes smile now. Only at Yori though, he hugs you too. Oh how Bucky misses hugging you. He still had no idea what has gotten you to distance yourself from him, but he'll have to accept it. Your smile immediately leaves your face when Nat comes in, hugging Bucky. She tries to talk to you too, but you just give her a nod before getting back to work.

Bucky sees as Yori gently squeezez your hand, as if giving you some power to get through the day. Your lips in a tight line as you nod.

Nat leans closer to him, whispering to his ear.

-Did you try to talk to her? To actually ask?

Bucky nods.

-Did you get an answer?

Bucky shakes his head. No. You didn't answer.

-Try again. I'm fed up seeing you both sulking. - she says as he gently kisses his face. Your hands shake again. You need a new job. You cannot bear this anymore. You dropped a tray of beer glasses, cursing as you crouch down to collect the pieces of broken glass. Of course with shaking hands you cut your hand immediately in multiple places. Bucky rans to you, helping you, slotting your hand under the water before reaching for the medkit, to bangade your hand.

-James, you don't have to.. - you try to peel your hands away.

-I want to. Come on. - he says, with a gentle hanbd on the small of your back, ushering you into the back of the bar. You sit down and he kneels before you, gently disinfecting your cuts in silence.

-Why are you avoiding me? - he asks not looking into your eyes.

-I'm no... - you try to say but he cuts you off.

-Yes you are, and i'd at least like to know why, or what did i do..

-James... - his name rolls of your lips with a sigh, breaking his heart a little more. -It's..I don't mean as much to you as you do to me, and it's fine.. I’ve accepted that as my reality. It's fine. You don't have to pretend to care. - you say head hung low.

-Sweetheart, where did you get this form? - he asks making you look at him as he caresses your face, and you can't help but close your tearstricken eyes and melt into the touch.

-I.. i mean.. i've waited patiently for months.. I always hoped that maybe next time. Maybe with the next movie night spent cuddling. But nothing ever happened. And then Nat came and i was forgotten. Again it is alright, you're not obligated to feel anything for me.. I just wish there would be a way to know it before it happens.. To protect my heart from the imminent heartbreak..

-Doll, we're just old friends.. i.. i love you. I was just afraid to take that step.. you deserve so much better. You're so perfect in every way it hurts. - he says looking into your eyes, making you scoff as you wipe your tears away. -Don't scoff. - he says, leaning closer, gently pecking your lips before retreating to look into your eyes lovingly.

#Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge #fanfic #bucky barnes drabble #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfiction #tfatws

[nekoannie-chan]

Pain

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 622 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve broke your heart

Major Tags: Doubts, cheating, Sharon Carter.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @flordeamatista Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge with the prompt:

"You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em. Love the way you lie"

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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You were running as fast as you could; it was as if something was stopping you from breathing. Your heart was pounding like it was going to explode, but you knew it was because of all the feelings pressing on your chest. You had decided to surprise Steve; you knew how to help him so he and Bucky could escape. However, the surprise was for you when, on arriving at the agreed-upon place, you saw Steve kissing Sharon Carter. The pain that shot through you was indescribable, probably worse than if you had been stabbed straight through the heart, making the air dense and unbreathable, as if you were trapped and imprisoned in a tiny place. You froze, unable to look away from the scene unfolding in front of you. "You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em," you thought, each word feeling like an open wound in your heart. At that moment, you wondered if you could ever breathe normally again.

Steve slowly pulled away from Sharon, but suddenly his attention was drawn to you. His eyes, full of surprise and concern, searched yours for an explanation he couldn't give. None of that was supposed to have happened.

You tried to say something—anything that could explain your presence there—but the words stuck in your throat. You couldn't bear what you had just seen; you wanted to run away, or maybe give an explanation or pretend nothing had happened, but how could you ignore what you had just witnessed?

Similarly, Steve looked confused, as if he wanted to explain, although he didn't know exactly what to say either.

The silence between you was too much; you were sure that any sound, even the slightest, could be heard. Finally, it was Steve who broke the impasse, taking a few hesitant steps towards you.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice heavy with regret and confusion. "I don't know what to say... You shouldn't have seen that."

Tears threatened to overflow from your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold them back. You didn't want to show him your weakness, not when he had seen enough. You took a deep breath, trying desperately to find the right words to express everything you were feeling at that moment. Even though it seemed impossible, you felt like a fool for always supporting him in everything, for loving him, and for letting him play with your feelings.

"I'm sorry," Steve repeated, moving even closer, as if he wanted to reach out to you but was afraid of scaring you. "I didn't mean to hurt you. You shouldn't have been here."

Your lips trembled before you began to speak. You needed strength and to concentrate on what you were going to say, even though it seemed so difficult. "I don't know why I came," you confessed, the voice barely a whisper that came through. "I thought... I thought I might...". You stopped, unable to finish the sentence, as the lump in your throat threatened to stop you from speaking.

Steve looked at you and reached out a hand towards you, but hesitated before touching you, as if he feared his touch would only make things worse.

"I don't know what to say," he finally admitted. "I can't explain what happened... between Sharon and me. But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

Steve's words left you dazed and confused. How could he say he loved you while he was entangled with someone else?

You turned around and started to walk away. Sometimes love wasn't as sweet as everyone thought it was, and sometimes it seemed like it was trying to drown you, on the verge of stopping you from breathing.

#Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge #steve rogers x reader

[aswrittenbyaj]

it’s been quiet on the fic writer front, but my hands have been moving!

hoping to post something that’ll catch yall’s eye this weekend (:

currently writing

riri williams x f!reader (loveeeeeee song writing challenge)

emerald haywood x f!reader (bingo - c1)

bucky barnes x f!reader (bingo - c3)

currently outlining

ransom x f!reader (aphrodite's manor challenge)

tommy miller x f!reader (bingo - n1 or g1…can’t decide which it’ll fall under or if it’ll be a two-parter that can stand alone and go for 2 squares…tbd)

bucky barnes x f!reader (alternate june-iverse c2)

#church announcements #as spoken by aj

[anasianpotato]

30 Days Writing Challenge

I just found this challenge on twitter and, well, i dont really have much things to do soooo here we go!!

DAY 1: its either im way too excited for things or idgaf at all, theres no in between. im socially awkward, especially around new people, but once you get to know me theres no way to stop me from talking! im a lil bit sarcastic and like to throw shades at people ehe and lastly, i love spilled tea but not spilling them #guilty

DAY 2: good music makeeeeeeessss me super happy, like literally it can set my mood for the day. i loveee cute animals, just looking at them makes me happy! and also mini-sized things makes me want to explode from happiness hehehe lastly, hugs and kisses

DAY 3: Bandung, June 22nd 2019. The place, the moment, the person. Everything was soooo perfect. We went to see Phum Viphurit and it was nothing less than amazing. The rough chair, the 8 hr trip, the sunset. We started to grow apart at that time, we both knew it but refused to talk about it. Joji’s Sanctuary just recently came out, he suddenly took out his earphones, plugged it to his phone, offered me the left piece, then he played the song. We were immersed in the song and lyrics and just enjoyed the sunset while sitting on the train.

DAY 4: Greece!!! UK!! Budapest!! Bandung!! Surabaya!! New York!! There are lot of places i want to visit but im in short of money soooooo yup :-) 

DAY 5: They are doing pretty much good as parents. I mean they are not the best but also not the worst. I appreciate everything they’ve done for me and yeah im grateful to have them in my life even tho im not really fond of them, i guess?

DAY 6: Being single comes hand-in-hand with happiness. I mean, its literally the time and the chance for us to learn something new about ourselves. Being single means you are not tied down to do things that you dont want to do. Being single makes you realize that you are the ONLY one person that is responsible for your own happiness. Dont let other people define your happiness!!! lol this literally is something that i write for myself.

DAY 7: Cant pick one. I loveeeeeee romance comedy movies. Cheesy, i know. My favorites are the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, 500 days of summer, hes just not that into you, love actually, bridget jones’ diary, music&lyrics. I also love shrek the third, idk why i just love it, watched it hundreds time. The emperor’s new groove also my fav. Ghiblis’ movies are awesome too!! Spirited away, howl’s moving castle, the wind rises, and ocean waves are so so so so goodddd!! Oh and i also love Lalaland, The King’s Speech, theory of everything, the danish girl, and the imitation game.

DAY 8: Music is soooooooooo powerful!!!! I mean it. It really is powerful, well, at least for me. You know that feeling when you just found a really good song that somehow relates to you??? Music makes you feel things. I guess its just how art works? They make you feel things? Oh and also, music is the closest thing to time machine right now. See? Music, well, art in general can transport you!!

DAY 9: Happiness is def something that you need to earn by yourself. You cant just depend your happiness on someone/something else. Happiness is different for everyone, just try to find the meaning of YOUR happiness and go for it. Well, im still struggling to find my own happiness tho but lets just keep trying, shall we?

DAY 10: I dont really have that much of friend tbh but you know what they say, quality over quantity. My best friends are literally the main reason why im still here. They mean the whole world to me.

DAY 11: There’s nothing much to say about my sibling if im being honest. My sister lives in Jkt with her husband and her kids. My brother is autistic. I love my brother to death and will do anything for him. Thats all.

DAY 12: I LOVEEEEEE TV SERIES HAHAHAHA. From the good ones, to the shitty ones. Some of my favorites are modern family, the good place, brooklyn 99, stranger things, how to get away from murder, next in fashion, the amazing world of gumball, andddd i suddenly cant remember anything else

DAY 13: I dont really read books a lot, but one of my favorites is Norwegian Wood. Its just soooooo beautifully written. You can feel the love, the pain, the warmth, you can feel everything through Haruki Mukami’s words.

DAY 14: Im not the most stylish person you will ever meet. I wear similar things everyday. Neutral colors paired with culottes and sandals or sneakers. Thats it. I actually love colors but not confident enough to wear it.

DAY 15: New York or London. I dont know, i’ve always admired busy places. Cities filled with busy people doing their own thing. No one gives a fuck about what you do. Busy places make you think no matter how shitty your day is, there will always be tomorrow.

DAY 16: we used to do everything together. we used to talk for hours about everything. we used to share our favorite songs to each other. we used to laugh at our own stupid jokes. we used to go to music gigs together. we used to watch movies together. not sure if he is the one that im missing or is it just the memories? the time that we spent together was beautiful. its kinda funny to think now that we act like a stranger to each other but yeah time changes people. he was my first everything. sometimes i wonder what would happen if we’re still together to this day, would i be happier? or would i suffer more? this may sound ridiculous, but what we had was as beautiful as lyrics in songs, melodies in musics, colors in paintings. ewwwww this is sooo cringe worthy lol okay i’ll stop.

DAY 17: im so attracted to funny guys i dont know why lol i love guys who can make me laugh. i also love a guy who knows what hes doing. Guys with knowledge also turn me on lol oh and im sooo into guys with glasses.

DAY 18: 1. My full name is Bernadetha Sari Jasmine, 2. I was born in September 21st 1998, 3. I’m a middle child, 4. I’m socially awkward, 5. I literally overthink about everything, 6. I have low self-esteem, sad i know, 7. I’m majoring in Industrial Engineering, 8. I always speak the truth, 9. I’m loyal, 10. i love listening to musics, 11. i respect art, 12. i love the magic of cooking, 13. im an introvert, 14. i get shy around people im not close with, 15. im slow witted, 16. im detail oriented, 17. i know everything i want to know, 18. i wear glasses, 19. im the-go-with-the-flow kind of person, 20. i dont know what i want to do with my life, 21. i used to date a guy for 8 years straight lol, 22. i wear braces for 10 years (and still counting), 23. i hate dramas thus i always try to avoid it, 24. im a hopeless romantic, 25. im a pessimist, 26. i love ayam geprek so much!!! 27. i love buildings, 28. i also love the sound of the road when we drive around the city, 29. i daydream a lot, 30. i live in my own fantasy.

DAY 19: just read my writing for day 16

I think thats it for now, im getting tired lol prob going to continue this at some other time sooo see you!

#challenge #writing #writingchallenge #30days #30 days challenge #music #hobby #love #relationship #life #covid #covid 19 #virus #pandemic #stay at home #stayathome #stay safe #staysafe

[flordeamatista]

Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀, 

𝖱𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅-𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖱𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖱𝖠 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 ── 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾-𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌. (𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿/𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍/𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 ── 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾)

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 #Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

𝖭𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾.

Loveeeeee Song Masterlist

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 18+

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾

𝖭𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 300 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 “𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍”

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝖴𝗌 𝖾𝗍𝖼 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖭𝗈 𝖣𝖣/𝖫𝖦, 𝖳𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒,𝖭𝖾𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺, 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝖮𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌.

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖭𝗈𝗇/𝖢𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗍𝖼).

𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍.

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 #Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍. (𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈)

𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌!

𝖭𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾.

𝖠𝗇𝗒 𝖬𝖢𝖴 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 (𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖾𝖿𝖿 𝖦𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗒)

𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖤𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖯𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖨𝗌𝖺𝖺𝖼 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝖭𝖮 𝖱𝖯𝖥 𝖥𝖨𝖢𝖲

𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

─── I bet she could never make you cry/'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine/Tell me that she couldn't get this deep  Woo

─── Feel like a brand new person/But you make the same old mistakes/Well, I don't care I'm in love Same Ol' Mistakes

───And I run for miles just to get a taste/Must be love on the brain Love On The Brain

─── This whiskey got me feeling pretty/So pardon if I'm impolite Higher

─── If the hand is hard/Together we'll mend your heart/Because When the sun shine, we shine together Umbrella

─── Easy for a good girl to go bad/And once we've gone Good Girl Gone Bad

─── It's a thief in the night to come and grab you/It can creep up inside you and consume you Disturbia

─── But no one in this world knows me the way you know me/So you'll probably always have a spell on me Hate That I Love You

───Wanna take control, ain't nothing wrong with that/Say you're liking how/Just put your skin, baby, on my skin Skin

─── You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em Love The Way You Lie

─── When you hold me, I'm alive/We're like diamonds in the sky Diamonds

─── Money on my mind, money, money on my mind/Throw it, throw it up/Watch it fall out from the sky  Pour It Up

─── I need love and affection/And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate Loveeeeeee Song

─── 'Cause all we got is right now/So close I can taste you Right Now

─── 'Cause I spend every hour just going through the motions/I can't even get the emotions to come out/Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout What Now

─── Something in the way you move/Makes me feel like I can't live without you Stay

─── Take me away I wear my heart on my sleeve/ Always let love take the lead Drunk On Love

─── Give it to me like I need it/Rock me out on the floor/Put your hands on me, watch me lose it Roc Me Out

─── I know you're going somewhere to make a better life/I hope that you'll find it on the first try Farewell

─── When I hear our song, I get that same old feeling/Wish I could press rewind, turn back the hands of time P.S. (I'm Still Not Over You)

─── Hands up, we could go a little longer/Tonight, I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby Rude Boy

─── My soul is awry without asking why Te Amo

─── Want me, come and whisper in your ear/All the things you love to hear Let Me

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Dolor

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora.

Palabras: 585 palabras.

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Steve rompió tu corazón

Advertencias: Dudas, infidelidad, Sharon Carter.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para @flordeamatista Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge con la frase:

"¿Alguna vez has amado tanto a alguien que apenas puedes respirar cuando estás con él? Love the way you lie"

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Corrías lo más rápido que podías, era como si algo estuviera impidiendo que pudieras respirar. Tu corazón latía con fuerza como si fuera a explotar, pero sabías que eran por todos los sentimientos que oprimían tu pecho. Habías decidido darle una sorpresa a Steve, sabías como ayudarlo para que él y Bucky pudieran escapar. Sin embargo, la sorpresa fue para ti cuando, al llegar al lugar acordado, viste a Steve besando a Sharon Carter. El dolor que te atravesó era indescriptible, probablemente peor que si te hubieran apuñalado directamente en el corazón, haciendo que el aire se volviera denso e irrespirable, como si estuvieses atrapada y aprisionada en un lugar pequeñísimo. Te quedaste paralizada, incapaz de apartar la mirada de la escena que se desarrollaba frente a ti. "¿Alguna vez has amado tanto a alguien que apenas puedes respirar cuando estás con él?", pensaste, sintiendo cada palabra como una herida abierta en el corazón. En ese momento, te preguntaste si alguna vez podrías volver a respirar con normalidad.

Steve se separó lentamente de Sharon, pero de pronto su atención se dirigió hacía ti. Sus ojos, llenos de sorpresa y preocupación, buscaron los tuyos en busca de una explicación que él no podía dar. Nada de eso se suponía que debía de haber pasado.

Intentaste decir algo, cualquier cosa que pudiera explicar tu presencia allí, pero las palabras se atascaron en tu garganta. No podías soportar lo que a acababas de ver, querías huir, o tal vez una explicación o fingir que nada había pasado, pero, ¿cómo podrías ignorar lo que acababas de presenciar?

De igual manera Steve parecía confundido como si quisiera dar explicación alguna, aunque tampoco sabía que decir exactamente.

El silencio entre ustedes era demasiado, estabas segura de que cualquier sonido incluso el más mínimo se podría escuchar. Finalmente, fue Steve quien rompió el impasse, dando unos pasos vacilantes hacia ti.

"Lo siento", murmuró, con la voz cargada de arrepentimiento y confusión. "No sé qué decir... No deberías haber visto eso".

Las lágrimas amenazaron con desbordarse de tus ojos, pero te obligaste a contenerlas. No querías mostrarle tu debilidad, no cuando él ya había visto lo suficiente. Respiraste hondo, tratando desesperadamente de encontrar las palabras adecuadas para expresar todo lo que estabas sintiendo en ese momento, aunque te parecía imposible, te sentías como una estúpida por siempre haberlo apoyado en todo, por amarlo y dejar que hubiese jugado con tus sentimientos.

"Lo siento", Steve repitió, acercándose aún más, como si quisiera alcanzarte pero temiera asustarte. "No quería lastimarte. No deberías haber estado aquí".

Tus labios temblaron, antes de empezar a hablar, necesitabas fuerzas y concentrarte en lo que ibas a decir aunque pareciera muy difícil. "No sé por qué vine", confesaste, la voz apenas un susurro que se escuchó. "Pensé que... pensé que podría...". Te detuviste, incapaz de terminar la frase mientras el nudo en tu garganta amenazaba con no dejarte seguir hablando.

Steve te miró y extendió una mano hacia ti, pero vaciló antes de tocarte, como si temiera que su contacto solo empeorara las cosas.

"No sé qué decir", admitió finalmente. "No puedo explicar lo que pasó... entre Sharon y yo. Pero eso no cambia lo que siento por ti".

Las palabras de Steve te dejaron aturdida y confundida. ¿Cómo podía decir que te amaba mientras estaba enredado con otra persona?

Te diste la vuelta y comenzaste a caminar, a veces el amor no era dulce como todos creían, algunas veces parecía que intentaba ahogarte, al borde de impedir que respiraras.

#Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge #steve rogers x lectora

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