#SORRY FOR THE (THIRD) REPOST BUT THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN THE OTHER ONE I AM SO SO SORRY

[goldenbuckyyy]

HOLD ON

Summary: The aftermath of Harry finding you.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (cheating together) Main characters x original characters.

Word Count: 4.1kish

Warnings: Cheating (Harry and Reader together), mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST PARTNER, mentions of blood, bruising, and cuts.

A/N: IM BACK!! I am so so sorry it’s take me over a month to post this part! I can’t even believe it’s been that long. I got into a bad writing funk after my last post and spend the last two weeks just reading and not even writing truthfully. But, thank you everyone for your patience. I hope you all enjoy. REMEMBER TO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS!! Song inspo: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet. 

Um, I’ve also reached 1.2k of you lovely people following me. 🥹 ily all. Thank you!!

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Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more afraid. 

He’s been afraid plenty of times in his life. More than he can count. He’s not ashamed to admit it. 

He’s not ashamed to admit he’s felt fear before. 

Off the top of his head, he was afraid for his judges response on the x factor stage, he was afraid for what was going to happen after they had lost, he was afraid when they went on hiatus, he was afraid when he went solo, he was afraid before he put out his first album, his second album, and most recently his third. He was afraid of many things. 

But you were there for every single one. 

And you calmed him down. You were his rock. His grounding statue when he most needed it. 

Every single time he had been afraid in the past, you were his voice of reason, and it didn’t matter who was his partner at the time. 

He knew you were going to be his wife one day. 

He just knew it. 

He was just too stupid to think you guys could ever be with anybody else. But you were happy with Asher and he was happy with Vivian. 

Or he let himself believe he was happy with her. 

Because you were happy. 

But at the end of the day, when he laid in bed and held her. Smelling her expensive shampoo in her hair when they cuddled…

It always reminded him she wasn’t you. 

But he toughed it out. Because you were happy. He loved seeing you happy. He could handle settling for second best if he still had you in his life and thankfully that was never an issue between you two. 

Now, Harry feels like a complete fucking idiot. 

Because if he had only made you his wife like he had wanted too, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now. 

He wouldn’t be going over the speed limit in the London streets if he had. He wouldn’t be holding back his tears as he thinks of what you had just told him on the phone. 

But who’s he kidding? 

His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall down his cheeks, swerving through cars, not caring if he got stopped right now, knowing he wouldn’t pull over, and his entire body was shaking. 

His hands were gripping onto the steering wheel. So hard that it was almost painful, one hand was maneuvering the steering wheel, while his other hand was gripping onto his cross necklace on his chest. The same necklace that you had gifted him years ago. 

You had told him you saw it at a jewelers shop one day and decided to get a matching pair. He’s worn it ever since. 

His eyes dash to his cell phone that’s on the console, your name taunting him on the screen, and he keeps the call connected. Just in case you woke up. 

Once Harry turned into your secluded street, his tires screeching at his fast movement, but he stepped on the gas pedal to go faster. 

His heart was racing as he pulled into your stone driveway. He quickly parked his SUV, taking notice that only your car was in the driveway, and he felt his body fill with nerves as to what was going to await him inside. 

With shaky hands and stumbling feet, he ran towards your front door. He instantly stilled at the front door, gulping down the lump in his throat as he reached for the handle, and pushed the door wide open. It was unlocked. 

The house was earily quiet and it made his skin break out into goosebumps. Harry’s body was shaking in fear of seeing you, he quickened his pace, running down your long entrance hallway, and not knowing entirely where you were, he shouted your name. 

Peering into the open rooms, trying to see if you were in the first opening of the living room, and he was getting anxious when he didn’t see you. 

He ran down towards the second opening of the hallway which was your kitchen and instantly his feet skidded to a halt. His feet screeching against your marbled floor. 

Harry gasped loudly at the scene in front of him, a wrenching surprising sob wrecked through his body as his eyes scanned the kitchen layout, and he felt pale. 

It looked like a bloody crime scene here. 

Bright red liquid splattered over the white marble floors and cabinets. He could see it all over on the countertops, against the wall, and on the kitchen stove. Glass was everywhere that his eyes could see. 

And then he saw you. 

Another loud uncontrollable sob wrecked through his body as he ran towards you, falling down to the floor next to your unconscious body, not caring about the glass breaking his skin, his hands immediately reaching for you, pulling you into his body, and he tried to shake you awake. 

Rapid tears fall down his cheeks immediately, his entire body is shaking with his sobs, his vision is cloudy, and he pulls you into his lap. He wraps one of his arms around your body and uses his free hand to move your hair away from your face. 

He keeps repeating sun and baby over and over again. Hoping you’d hear him somehow. Hoping you’d open your pretty eyes for him. 

His eyes take in your bloody nose, busted lip, your favorite lavender sweater is coated with blood in different spots, and same as your apron. He notices your limp hands have glass in different places, your leggings are black but he can see different areas with small shards of glass on them. And your feet. Your poor blue fuzzy socks are drenched in red. He’s not sure if it’s wine or blood. 

His eyes move back to your face and he stills when he sees the hand marks on your neck. The fresh ugly bruises that are showing up. He looks up into the air, releasing a shaky breath, gritting his teeth as tears flow down his face, and he curses underneath his breath. 

Harry is physically shaking with anger and guilt. He’s so upset at what Asher did to you. He feels like he can kill him, but he shoves that feeling away and focuses on you. 

He doesn’t care that he’s getting himself covered in wine and blood right now. His free hand has specs of your blood on it now, but he keeps wiping away the hair and blood from your face. 

Repeating “baby” to your face and kissing your face to wake you up. The metallic taste on his tongue makes him whimper. 

“Hold on, baby. Just hold on.”

His voice is shaky, weak, and desperate.

So fucking desperate. 

He doesn’t know what to do. You’re not reacting to anything he does, but thankfully you’re breathing. He has no idea what Asher did to you, but whatever he did. He’s going to pay for what he did. 

Harry notices your phone next to you. He takes a shaky breath in and wraps his arms around you to pick you up. He reaches for your phone as he lifts you, tucks your limp body into his arms, sniffs hard to try and hold in the rest of his tears, and hastily makes his way towards his SUV. 

He manages to open his back door and gently sets you down on the seats. He kisses your forehead with shaky lips and whispers, “It’s going to be okay. I-I’m here, sun.” 

He drives towards the nearest hospital and prays to god that he hasn’t been followed by paps. 

The entire drive to the hospital is rapid with his eyes constantly moving to the rear view mirror to look at you. To make sure you’re still there. To make sure you’re breathing. 

Harry doesn’t hesitate to park in the “no parking” zone at the emergency entrance, he immediately starts honking to try and catch someone’s attention from inside. He sees a security guard immediately come toward him and Harry knows he must look crazy. 

He jumps out of his driver seat, reaching for the back door to pull it open. 

“I need you to get me some help!” The security officer is trying to flag someone from the inside to come and help him. 

The officer looks at him in confusion, “Are you hurt, sir?” The office raises his eyebrows at his appearance. 

Harry shakes his head, quickly pulling you into him once more, he hitches you up in his arms, and starts walking towards the entrance. 

“It’s for her,” he says as he continues to walk into the ER entrance and immediately he can feel all eyes on him. 

He ignores the stares, yells at the officer to help him, and starts feeling anxious. And he follows the officer when he opens a back door that leads him to where he assumes all the nurses and doctors are. 

He can see different people running around, helping patients, and it’s incredibly loud. Loud beeping noises and chatter fills his ears. His mouth feels dry and he feels sick. 

He looks at you in his arms, a soft whimper escapes his lips, and the officer brings him towards a ground of huddles nurses that are chatting about something. 

One of them is smiling at another nurse and when her blue eyes met Harry’s, she instantly stops, mouth drops, and Harry can see her lips whisper his name in shock. 

But then she suddenly reacts and rushes towards him. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” She asks, her hands immediately reaching out to touch you, and Harry’s reflex is to curl you into his arms. Away from her touch. He’s terrified to let anybody touch you, but he knows you need it. 

“I…” Harry starts, throat raspy, and he holds eye contact with the nurse, “I need your utmost discretion,” he states in a plea, but tries to keep his voice steady. 

Harry sees from the corner of his eyes more nurses rushing towards him and one of them is holding a stretcher. 

A male nurse tries to reach for you as well, but the nurse in front of you- Harry quickly reads her name tag- Lily. 

Lily holds her hand up to stop the male nurse and she then sets her hand on Harry’s forearm, giving him a squeeze, her eyes not leaving his, and she says, “I promise you. We will be discreet.” 

Harry nods, tears welling up in his eyes, and his hands are gripping onto your skin. 

“But… you need to put her down on the stretcher.. so we can help her. Okay? Can you do that, sir?“ 

Lily moves her body to angle the stretcher and Harry quickly nods. He walks towards the stretcher, he gently sets you down, and squeezes your hands in his quickly. His shaking fingers move the sticky hair out of your face as you fall limp into the stretcher. He steps back. 

Harry stands there, frozen in his spot, and watches them rush you away to an empty room. 

“I’ll take you to a private room where you can wait for the doctor. Or myself for an update, okay?” 

Harry nods as he follows her down a hallway, he starts messing with the skin around his fingernails, and Lily opens the door to a private room. 

“You can wait here. Somebody will come speak to you soon about what happened, okay? Do you need any medical attention yourself?” Her voice is steady and calm. It’s what Harry needs right now. Her eyes look him up and down for any injuries. 

“I’m okay, maybe… maybe just a wet rag, please.” Harry says, dry tears on his cheeks making his face feel stiff, and he keeps eye contact with Lily. 

“Okay,” she says. She’s standing by the door, gives him a small smile, and then reaches out for Harry’s arm. She squeezes him.

“It's going to be okay, Mr. Styles. We got her now.” Her eyes are sincere and Harry’s face crumbles in anguish. 

“Thank you,” he croaks out, covering his face, and turning away from her view. 

He hears the door shut behind him and the only thing he can hear in the room is his soft cries. 

•••

Harry must have fallen asleep after he had gotten himself cleaned up because he almost jumps out of the chair he was slumped into when he feels someone touch his shoulder. 

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” He hears someone exclaim above him. He adjusts himself into the chair, uncrossing his arms, and is confused about his surroundings for just a second before he sees your face in his mind. 

He stands quickly, “How is she?” He quickly runs his hands over his eyes to wake himself up. 

He recognizes the same nurse as earlier, Lily, and she gives him an easy smile. 

“She’s okay right now. A slight brain bleed, but nothing major. Don’t panic. It’ll heal on its own, but we’re going to keep her overnight to monitor it. Thankfully no broken bones. She does have a couple fractured ribs, but…” she trails off, her eyes looking to the side, and she looks nervous. 

“What’s going on?” His body fills with worry instantly. 

“She woke up, Mr. Styles.” 

Relief washes throughout his body and he silently says a thank you. 

“Oh, thank god. That’s good… that’s good, right?” Eyebrows furr when Lily nods, but doesn’t follow Harry’s breath of happiness. For a split second, he feels happy that she's awake and okay. But then Lily is rolling her lips in and biting the bottom one. 

“What’s going on?” Harry asks. His voice shakes. The anticipation of what she’s about to say fills him with dread once more. 

“Mr. Styles, we asked her what happened and she doesn’t remember. She might have a concussion or she might be blocking out the memory because of the trauma. She simply might not want to remember. It’s a way trauma victims protect themselves in these types of scenarios. It’s not uncommon.” 

“O-okay?” 

Lily puts her hand on Harry’s shoulder as if to comfort him for what she’s about to say. Harry feels confused as the comforting touch. He fumbles with the skin around his fingers in anticipation. 

“She states that her boyfriend would never have done this.” 

“W-what? She— wait— she said that?” Harry feels even more confused. He wasn’t imagining the phone call. He distinctly remembers what you had said. 

Lily nods as he continues, “S-she told me. She told me that he hit her. That he—-“ he stops himself from continuing. Gulping down the forming lump in his throat. He bites his tongue because he doesn’t need anybody knowing about his personal business. 

Harry slightly looks up to keep his tears at bay, sniffling slightly, and his eyes start to burn. He looks back down at Lily. 

“He found out about something… something she didn’t want him knowing and that’s when he did that to her. I-I swear.” 

“Mr. Styles, I’m sorry. But… If the patient says that’s not what happened.. then we have to believe the patient.” She almost looks guilty. 

“Even if she doesn’t remember it happening?” Harry asks in desperation, not believing what she’s saying. 

Lily nods with a small frown on her lips. 

“I can take you to see her, if you’d like.” 

Harry immediately nods and follows her down to your room. Lily knocks when they stand in front of the room and when Harry walks in, his lips quiver and his heart feels heavy. 

“Oh, baby.” He whimpers out as he takes in your appearance. He manages to grasp onto the door to ground himself from the way his knees buckle at the sight of you. They’ve cleaned you up, but all the bruising from your face and neck makes him wish it was him in the bed instead of you. 

You're laying down against the hospital bed, covered in a white blanket, with your head tilted back, but it only showcased the ugly, raw, and red marks on your neck. It made Harry internally weep at the sight. You have a machine on your right side connected to your IV and Harry can only imagine its fluids. Or maybe pain medication. He doesn’t dwell on it too long. 

Your arms are laying over the blankets and resting on your stomach. Your hands are delicately covered in white gauze, but only your palms. And he knows it’s because of all the tiny glass cuts you had. 

When his eyes land in your face, he wishes he could erase this picture from his brain. He pleads to the gods above that this is the last time he will ever see you hurt. He doesn’t think he can survive seeing you like this again. 

Your bottom lip has a big cut on it which is making your lip a little swollen. Your entire right cheek is bright red with undertones of purples and you have one big bruise forming on your left cheekbone. Your nose has a small splint on it, but he can see the swelling underneath and the bruising on the sides. 

Harry doesn’t even want to think about what you went through. 

It’s almost as if you felt his presence because you slowly tilt your head down and your eyes search the room. When you meet his gaze, your entire body relaxes with relief and his name falls out of your lips like butter. 

Harry is immediately at your side, wanting to hold you and touch you, but he stops himself.  He hesitates in front of you and your covered hand reaches for him. His hand immediately covers yours, warm with gauze but cold fingers, and he starts crying. 

“I-I,” Harry tries to form words, but his voice is muffled because of his sobs. He falls into the chair next to you and covers his face with his arms on top of the bed. 

Your hand is immediately intertwined with his curls and you're rubbing his scalp to try to calm him down. 

“They told me you found me?” You question and he cries harder at your voice. It’s raspy and hoarse. You don’t sound like yourself, you sound like you’re in pain, and he knows you are. It makes him cry even harder. 

Harry can only nod at your question. He lifts his head to look at you and you try to give him a small smile. He’s looking into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, and he sniffles. 

He ghosts one of his hands over your face and you almost want to melt into it, but you don’t. Because you know how bad you look and how every single part of your body hurts right now. 

Instead, you grab his hand in yours once again. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper with tears in your own eyes as you watch his red eyes. His green eyes are bright against the red, his nose is red too, cheeks are flushed, lips bright pink, and he looks beautiful. 

“Do you remember anything?” Harry asks between his sniffles. 

You roll your lips inside your mouth for a second and bite down on your unaffected side, eyebrows furred down, and you shake your head. 

“I… I don’t. I’m… I’m assuming someone broke in? Maybe someone tried to steal from me and did this?” Your voice sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself this is what happened. Instead of the reality that Harry knows about. 

“Baby,” Harry whimpers out. “You called me… and told me Asher had found out about us.” 

“Asher?” You question in a low tone, feeling confused once again. 

“You… you said he hit you.” Harry gulps down the lump in his throat after he speaks those words and takes in your reaction. 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. Frowning, you exclaim, “Hit me?! Asher would never, Harry.” 

Suddenly, you’re pulling your hand out of his hold and Harry feels like you’re retracting from him. 

“Baby, I wouldn’t lie—-“ 

“Stop it!” You cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest, ignoring the sharp pain that runs through your body as you touch your aching ribs. 

His eyes dart to your stomach and back to you. 

“Are you—“ 

“Stop.” You spat at him, feeling furious at him for even suggesting that Asher would do this to you. Asher would never do this. Never. 

“Asher would never do this to me, Harry. Are you—- what are you— are you lying to me? Is this a joke? Is this some sick fucking joke? Maybe I did this to myself!! I’m fucking clumsy. I’m sure I just fell on my own. Maybe I dropped the wine bottle myself and tripped and hurt myself!” You cry out to him as fast tears start running down your cheeks. Your mouth speaks faster than your own brain. Spilling anything that would make more sense than what Harry is telling you. 

“Baby. Baby. Baby.. what are you.. what are you saying? Baby, stop. He caused your head to bleed. He caused you a brain bleed, baby. You.. you didn’t do this to yourself. How could.. how could you have done this to yourself?” Harry cries as he stumbles over his words quickly at you. 

“Asher didn’t do this to me,” you state confidently even though you feel confused about the whole thing. “Why would he do this to me, H?” More tears filling your eyes at Harry’s accusations. 

Asher didn’t do this to you. He couldn’t have. Could he? 

“He did this to you! He hit you!” His voice goes higher as his frustrations rise, his lips in a frown. 

“You’re lying!! Stop lying to me. Why would Asher do this to me, Harry?! He loves me. And I know you love me. You’re my best fucking friend, but you’re crossing a line. He would never do this to me. You need to leave. You’re lying to me. I don’t want you here.” 

“W-what?” Harry’s gaping at you, mouth dropped in shock, and a sob escapes his lips once more. 

“Go. Now! I don’t want to look at you!” You turn away from him, sniffling, and wiping your tears away. 

“You can’t be serious, Y/N. Listen to yourself,” he tries to plead with you as he tries to reach for your hand, but you turn your body to move. Ignoring the pain it causes you. You don’t look at him. 

“Leave,” you demand once more. Ignoring his cries and his words. 

“O-okay, baby. I’m going to leave. But… but… please. Please try to remember my love. Please,” he begs you. 

You don’t say anything. You just stare out the window until you hear him get up and leave. You sit in silence for a couple minutes. Trying to think about everything he said. You wipe away your tears and reach for the call light to call for your nurse. 

You press the red button and adjust yourself to relax against the mattress, trying to inhale a deep breath, and Lily comes into the room. 

“Hi, love. Did you call? Need some help?” 

“Yes, Lily. I did. Harry gave you my phone, right?” 

“He did.”

“Okay,” you make eye contact with her. “Can you please call the person under the name of Asher? Can you let him know what’s happened and where I am? The code is 0509.”

A look of uncertainty flashes over Lily’s face, but she quickly controls her reaction. You don’t question it because she nods quickly right after. 

“Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N.” She smiles at you, “I’ll be right back.” 

Lily leaves the room and you close your eyes for a second. 

You try to unclear your mind, trying to remember what happened, and flashes of what happened play out. 

You see the wine bottle falling down onto the floor loudly.

You see yourself crawling into the corner and the feeling of true terror fills your body at the memory. 

You can see yourself begging the person to stop, but you can’t see their face. 

Your face crumbles in frustration at not being able to remember the one most important detail. 

You sigh, opening your eyes, and you decide to wait for Asher to walk through the door. 

Maybe he can help you remember. Maybe he’s spoken to the police and maybe they’ve already found the person who did this. 

But there’s also a part of you wondering why he isn’t here right now. Wouldn’t he have found you after coming home from work? Maybe he had to work late. 

You shake your head at the intrusive thoughts. 

You try to relax once again, trying not to feel bad for kicking Harry out, but you know Asher would have never done this to you. 

He would have never. 

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[nichoswag]

Are you taking requests? If so can I please get an Euijoo one where he tries teaching you Japanese? He's so gentle and kind and patient. Every time you make a mistake he rubs your hand and shows you again. And when you get it right he rewards you with a kiss. I live for soft Euijoo

incentive . byun euijoo

pairing: bf!ej x gn reader

warnings: coma-inducing fluff, sweet and patient bf ej (i have to include that as a warning), kissing, petnames (baby, like twice)

synopsis: in which euijoo teaches you japanese but you're easily distracted, so he gives you an incentive.

song rec: stuck with u - ariana grande + justin bieber

a/n: i don't think you understand, i literally audibly gasped when i read this request. the idea is way too cute for my brain to handle... also sorry this took a few days, the requests have been piling in! anywaysss, i hope you enjoy!! ♡

"there are a few ways to say 'thank you' in japanese," your boyfriend explains.

this is your third japanese lesson. a few days ago, you had asked euijoo to teach you japanese, so he's been giving you a lesson a day. now, you both sit on the couch, him teaching you and you taking notes.

"the difference in each phrase is how polite they are." he adjusts his glasses on his nose, and you look away from him and at your notes to focus on the lesson rather than his face. "for example, you would say 'arigato' to a friend or someone your age. however, to someone you don't know well or an elder, you should say 'arigato gozaimasu.' did you get that in your notes?"

you remain spaced out, staring at his features for a moment before shaking yourself out of it and nodding. "yeah, i got it."

he grins at you. "it feels like you're paying more attention to me than the words I'm saying."

you smile. "you're very distracting."

he chuckles. "just try to pay attention baby."

you think for a moment. "why not give me some motivation?"

he stares at you, puzzled. "what do you mean?"

"hmm... how about for every question i get right, you give me a kiss? like an incentive."

he chuckles. "you sly fox. you just wanna kiss me." you nod, giggling. he ruffles your hair, continuing on with the lesson.

he launches into the other ways to say "thank you," such as past and present. you remain attentive and continue taking notes. when it comes time for him to quiz you on what you've learned, you are able to answer correctly by looking at your notes. that earns you a few kisses, to your enjoyment.

"you're doing so good, baby," he exclaims, proud. "now, let's try without your notes. let's say your grandmother does something kind for you. how would you thank her?"

"uhh- arigato~?"

"not quite," he says, rubbing your hand he's been holding through the lesson. "that's how you would thank someone your age. to be polite to an elder, you would say 'arigato gozaimasu.'"

"arigato gozaimase," you repeat after him.

"good. the 'z' is more of a soft 's' sound," he explains.

you slump in your chair. "japanese is so hard!"

he smiles at you. "it'll get easier the more you practice. do you want to stop for now and pick up more in a bit?"

you nod. "i wan a hug..."

he chuckles softly. "of course." he places your notebook and pen on the coffee table and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you.

"thank you for being so patient with me," you say quietly. "i know it's not easy to teach me."

"everyone learns at their own pace," he says. he presses a kiss to your forehead. you lean in to kiss him on the mouth, but he backs away. "ah-ah, that's only for if you get a question right."

you groan loudly.

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

— Basketball Player!Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : After a tough and tiring basketball match what could be better than eating you sweet pussy out till it's all red and swollen.

WARNINGS : Oral (female reciving), fingering, cursing, vulger language, minors dni, 0.3k words.

NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey. English is not my first language so sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Had this one for soooooo long in my darft. This is a old fic that I wrote so it might not be much good.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your back arched as soft moans left your mouth. Your one hand grabbing the bed sheet in a deadlock and the other one buried in his pink hair, pushing his face farther into your dripping, wet pussy. You were lying on your bed, naked, with Sukuna between your legs.

"Suk-Sukuna, I-I can't anymore." You barely spoke before moans took over your words.

"Oh, of course you can, princess."

Sukuna moaked you before lapping down on your glistening pussy. He was going down on you for hours now. After a tough and tiring basketball match what could be better than eating your sweet pussy out till it's all red and swollen. He almost had you out in the broad daylight but you dragged him in the bedroom before he could.

You lost count on how many times you had orgasamed. You stopped counting after the third time. His tongue dragged from the bottom to the hood of your clit. His thick finger slipped in, criss crossing. Your walls clenched around his finger. His one finger was as big as two of yours.

He pulled his fingers out to the tip before shoving it back inside you. Soon another one of his fingers joined. Both streching your hole.

"Kuna." You whined. Your lips trembled in pain.

Your clit was so sensitive that each stroke of tongue was sending your eyes rolling back. Sukuna grunts, your sweet pussy was a feast to him. He would never get tired of it. His hips grinding on the bed in sync.

Tear drops rolled down your cheeks to the bed. Sobbs escaping your mouth. The tip of his fingers kept hitting your g-spot one after another. You could feel your stomach flipping. You were nearing your orgasm. Your wet wall squeezed around his fingers.

"Cum princess. Cum for me. I'm not stopping till you pass out."

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[jtargaryen18]

One Night With You ~ Pt 2

One Night With You ~ A Halloween Tale in 3 Parts

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Words: 3.1k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Neighbor reader

Warnings: A little language, references to the sound of people having sex, masturbation.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and any original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content in the third act. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I don’t consent to having my work reposted or translated.

Summary: For @iheartsebstan who was my very first follower here on Tumblr and one I adore. 💕 It’s all about a chance encounter and how it can make everything in your life so much better.

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October 30th

You’d left work and darted into the market on the way home. Tomorrow was Halloween and you needed candy for that because they did trick-or-treat in your building each year. You also wanted to grab something for your dinner since you were on your own tonight. You grabbed a sub from the deli, a pint of ice cream. You were all set.

“Hey, there,” a familiar voice came from behind you.

You froze. Bucky.

“Hi,” you said turning around. Your heart sped up. “How are you?”

“Good,” he said, unleashing a smile on you. “How are you?”

You nodded, next in line for the cashier. Bucky followed the line of your gaze to the items on the counter next to you.

“Candy,” he said. “That’s a good idea. I remember getting a text about the trick-or-treat tomorrow night. Hang on.”

Bucky darted back into the store, way too quickly for your liking because the man’s ass and thighs were exquisite. He was back in a flash, carrying a huge bag of mixed candy and getting in line directly behind you. It had you grinning.

“What? Is it too much?” he asked, nodding to the candy, those stormy eyes warm.

“Better safe than sorry,” you told him. “I know what to do if I run out of candy.”

Why was he looking at you like that? Did he do this a lot? It was hard to put words together to form a sentence with him smiling at you.

Bucky nodded to your wrapped sub. “Is that dinner?”

You nodded.

“Invitation is still open,” he said. “I could make you dinner.”

Your heart fluttered at that and no way you were making the same mistake twice. Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay.”

His brows shot up, those stormy blue eyes widened. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you said.

“To dinner? Tonight?”

Did he have to be gorgeous and adorable?

“Yes,” you told him.

“Okay.” He looked like his mind was going a mile a minute. “Hold on.”

He grabbed a shopping basket and darted back into the store while the cashier checked you out. You’d just finishing paying for your groceries when he re-emerged, carrying the candy and a basket full of items.

You shook your head. “Don’t go to all this trouble for me, Bucky” you told him.

“It’s no trouble.” The cashier checked him out. She was really checking him out. Again, he carried a paper sack of groceries with his left arm and oddly, he wore a black glove on that hand. His other hand was bare.

The two of you were off, heading back to your apartment building. You went into your apartment to drop off your things and freshen up. You were just about to knock on his door when he pulled it open.

That smile. It froze you for a moment.

You followed him into his apartment to the kitchen table where he had a small metal device, a bottle of olive oil, and a shiny ball of yellow dough. He laughed at what must have been a look of confusion on your face.

“I’m making pasta,” he told you, grinning. “It’s not really something I make for myself.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shook your head. “That’s why you asked me over, huh? To make pasta?” you teased.

“It goes better with someone to help,” Bucky explained. “You’ll see why.”

A few minutes later, you did see why. You were standing there while Bucky ran the dough through the pasta maker over and over again, making it thinner and longer. It had to be ten feet long now and you stood on the other side of the table, holding the slack up as he worked.

You loved watching him work. He’d removed his jacket and the dark flannel shirt he wore stretched across the muscled wall of his chest in a way that made it hard not to stare. The glossy locks of his dark hair just reached his shoulder. His right hand was bare. He wore a medical glove over the other one. You stopped yourself before you said anything. He probably lost his hand or arm in an accident and the last thing you wanted to do was make it awkward.

Once the pasta was to his liking, he collected it from you, motioning to a bottle of wine on the counter behind you. You opened it and poured each of you a glass while he proceeded to assemble mushroom ravioli like a Michelin-starred chef.

“Do you cook?” he finally asked as he worked at the stove on the filling.

“Not much,” you told him. “I can make a few simple things. I’ve never really tried going beyond that.”

“Your boyfriend doesn’t cook for you?” Bucky asked as he continued. He wasn’t making eye contact as he finished the raviolis, so it was less intimidating.

“To be fair, I’ve never really had any guy cook me dinner,” you said. “Until now… And I don’t know that I’d call Denny a boyfriend. It’s more of a casual thing.”

Bucky did stop there to meet your gaze. “Are you happy?”

Don’t ask me that. Don’t look at me like that with those smoky blue eyes.

Taking a drink of your wine, you shrugged. “It is what it is.”

“You know I would have gotten you flowers,” he said with his back turned to you. “But you work at the flower shop so…”

You had to laugh at that. “You’re here making me dinner. And you thought about flowers?”

“That’s the way you should be treated,” he mused.

“Denny missed that memo.” The wine you drank on an empty stomach went to your head. “Maybe I should get an official boyfriend.”

“Do you want one?” He gazed at you over his shoulder, a slight grin there. His eyes were soft, sincere.

“Let me see how good the ravioli is first,” you told him with a smile.

Bucky had a light-hearted laugh that had your heart clenching in your chest.

You cleared the small kitchen table and set it for dinner, asking him where things were. His apartment wasn’t any nicer than yours. But it was warm, welcoming. Or maybe it was just him.

He peeled off the medical glove before putting the final touches on the dinner he made. You saw the dark metal hand under it, precise threads of gold adorned it.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” Bucky held up the hand.

You shook your head. “Of course not. What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”

Surprise lit up those blue eyes. Were people normally rude to him about it?

“I was in the army,” he explained. “Lost it in an accident.”

You nodded. “Thank you for your service.”

Now that you were watching, you saw that hand wasn’t just a prosthetic. It seemed to function just like a regular hand. It had you wondering if he’d been a war hero to have something like that, so technologically advanced.

As he served you both and you took your seat, met his gaze squarely. “It doesn’t bother me.” You nodded to his hand.

The meal was delicious, and it had been fun helping him put it together. Unlike what you normally did with Denny, there was no TV on. Looking around, you didn’t see one. The two of you talked over dinner. Good conversation, good food. You talked about the flower shop and working there. He asked where you were from, about your family.

Bucky honestly made you feel seen, valued. It was different. The saying “if it seems too good to be true…” floated through your head a couple of times. What if he was too good? What if he was a serial killer or…

After dinner, you helped clear the table. You intended to do dishes; it was only fair. He cut you off, telling you to bring the wine to the living room. You took a seat on the couch, enjoying your second –third? —glass of wine. He joined you on the couch. You’d poured another glass for him, but his focus was on you.

“Was dinner okay?” he asked, grinning. He’d angled himself so he was facing you on the couch, his good arm draped over the back of the couch. After a moment, you realized he was carefully playing with the hoop earring you wore. His touch was delicate, nice.

“It was delicious,” you told him. And that was true. “I wish I could cook like that.”

“You can,” he said. “I could teach you a few things.”

The wine and your frustrated libido had your body taking the comment an entirely different way. Down, girl. He’s offering to teach you to cook.

But that would mean more time together, right?

Your phone hummed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a text from Denny. It was terse for him. He just cryptically said he was on his way to your place and that the two of you “needed to talk.”

What was this about?

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked, drawing your attention back to him.

“Yes,” you told him, shoving your phone back in your pocket and rising from the couch.

“It’s him.” It wasn’t a question.

“It is.” And the evening had gone so well. Did Denny really need to fuck it up? I could just text back and tell him to fuck off. That’s what your head told you to do. Your heart was drumming out a guilty tune. “I’m so sorry to be leaving so quickly. I really am. He’s just on his way to my place and apparently, we need to talk. I have no idea what’s going on.”

Bucky rose from the couch, towering over you and only a few inches away. You could read the disappointment on his face. But he was still smiling, his good hand smoothed over your hair as you stood in the peaceful quiet of his living room.

You really wanted to stay.

 “I’ve really enjoyed this evening,” he told you. “I’d love to do it again sometime.”

You’d been holding your breath, fully expecting to say something like “call me when you break up with your boyfriend.” But he didn’t.

“I would too,” you assured him. “Let me go deal with this.”

“So trick-or treat tomorrow?” Bucky offered, gaze down at you.

You nodded. You liked that idea.

“Thank you,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight.”

The line had been meant to mark your exit. He didn’t say anything until you got to the door.

“I’m here if you need anything,” he told you. “Okay?”

That had you smiling. “Okay.”

You’d just made it into your apartment when someone pounded on it, had you jumping where you stood. You were frustrated because you were having such a good evening and here was Denny all upset. Why? You had no idea.

When you opened the door, you found Denny there. If he hadn’t texted you with “we need to talk” you might have thought he had another fight with his sister. But this time, his source of tension appeared to be you.

“One of my friends saw you walking up the street with another guy.” He just got straight to the point.

“I was,” you admitted. “He’s my neighbor.”

Anger flashed in his dark eyes. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“Denny, I should be allowed to talk to my neighbor,” you pointed out. “And it was your idea for us to be non-committal.” You put air quotes on non-committal. “I don’t understand why you’re upset.”

His ire seemed to fade at that, and he scrubbed a hand over his mouth and chin. “You didn’t tell me your fucking neighbor was the Winter Soldier.”

Wait. What?

Denny rolled his eyes at you. “Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend, world famous assassin. Ring any bells?”

You just stared at him as you considered what he was saying. You’d never heard the term “Winter Soldier” before. But Bucky Barnes? His metal hand. Now it all made sense.

I had dinner with Bucky Barnes? And he’s interested in me?

Denny knew you well enough to realize correctly that you didn’t know. Slowly, the tension in his face eased. Shaking his head, he smiled.

“You didn’t know,” he said. “Okay, because Derek said you walked in here together.” Denny looked around. “And he’s not here so…”

Yeah, he’d wanted a no-strings relationship but the minute he thought you were trading up for Bucky Barnes, he’s upset?

“No, he’s not here,” you told him. Angry.

You were pissed that Denny ruined what had possibly been the best date you’d ever had. And come to find out your neighbor was an Avenger with a past shrouded in mystery…

Blowing out an exhale, Denny smiled, moving closer. “Sorry, I lost my cool,” he said. “I just… never mind.”

When he started kissing you, you played along. He corralled you toward your bedroom. You went along but with the realization it was the very last time.

Tonight showed you two important things. One, after having dinner with Bucky next door, you realized you wanted a different type of relationship. You wanted to have dinners like you’d had this evening and to have the other person in the relationship actually talk to you like Bucky did, to want to know who you are.

And two, Denny was going to be so upset when you ended things in the morning. He’d accuse you of ending things to pursue Bucky Barnes. And you were.

If you ended things now, you’d be in for hours of fighting, and you had work the next morning. If you ended things on the way out, you had a good reason that you couldn’t stay and say more.

As Denny undressed you and urged you toward your bed, you weren’t thinking about sex with him. You were thinking about Bucky and hoping that you hadn’t allowed Denny to totally ruin your chances with him.

***

Bucky sat on his couch, his head in hands. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand at all.

Yeah, okay, he’d followed you from the flower shop and “accidentally” ran into you. Sam suggested it as a way to talk to you again without seeming too eager.

Honestly, Bucky didn’t care if he seemed eager. He was. He’d been on a few dates since he slowly got back into the world. None of them had been like you. It had been so easy with you.

Denny had texted you and ended the evening way sooner than he wanted. Bucky would have happily talked to you for hours. Instead, you got that text and went running back to your apartment. Back to him. He thought your cryptic mentions of Denny were a sign that you weren’t happy in that relationship. That maybe he had a chance.

Maybe you’d just been playing him.

Still, Bucky had been trained to read people. You were interested in him. It wasn’t artifice. He would have picked up on it. Something else was going on here.

Denny arrived and started shouting at you about walking with the “Winter Soldier,” the persona he was working so hard to bury. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that you hadn’t recognized him during dinner. Bucky was surprised but pleased. You didn’t have preconceived notions. He could tell you at the right time about who he was and who he had been.

But no. Denny ruined that. He ruined dinner. And now, the final insult, they were in there having sex and he got to listen to it fucking again. Had dinner with him been that bad? He thought he made a good impression, that you were as interested in him as he was you.

It was times like this when he wished he could drink to take the edge off.

While he wasn’t trying to listen, he did notice one thing. This time, he could hear your breathing, but you made no other sounds. No moans, no gasps of pleasure. Once again, no release.

What did you get out of that relationship?

Bucky went to bed early, hoping to escape into sleep. They were done by then and he was grateful. Still, he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was going 70 miles an hour.

A few minutes later, he heard moving around. Your tread. You couldn’t sleep either. You went into the bathroom, running a bath for yourself. The sounds of water were soothing. Bucky loved long baths in the tub. What he wouldn’t give to be in the tub with you right now.

The vision in his mind of you in your tub, buried under piles of scented bubbles helped him relax. The sounds of water sloshing with your movements were pleasant.

Until he heard the water perpetually moving, a cadence that was increasing in speed.

Bucky huffed in frustration, dragging a hand through his hair.

You’ve got to be kidding.

You were pleasuring yourself in the tub, trying to find the release that the selfish bastard in your bed couldn’t be bothered to give you. Instantly, Bucky was hard as a rock. He slept naked so it was easy to slide his good hand under the covers to wrap around his aching cock.

Matching his rhythm to yours, he worked himself, picturing your small hand wrapped around him, your mouth, your pussy. Your pussy. Bucky gasped for breath. What would working himself into that be like? You were petite. How long would it take him to reach the end of you? Could you even take all of him?

The thought drove him insane as his movements sped up to match yours. You had to be getting close. Were you picturing him as you fought for release? Bucky hoped so.

It was that tiny moan you allowed to escape, it was a raw, authentic sound that had him shooting off, gasping as the white stream of his come spurted over his abs, his thighs. Bucky lost himself to it because it was good, coming with you…

Grabbing his discarded boxers from the floor, he cleaned himself, savoring the rare moment of pleasure, peace. It pushed his longing higher, his desire for you. You would be that good for him, he just knew it. And he could treat you right, the way a gorgeous young dame like you should be treated.

Bucky just hoped he still had a shot somehow.

It was quiet in your bathroom as he settled down, thinking he could sleep now. And he did. He fell into a deep enough sleep that he didn’t hear you crying in your bath.

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[satellite-evans]

You've got a friend in me

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: " The important thing is that we stick together." - Buzz Lightyear

Word count: 2.199 words

Warnings: A lot of flufff

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing wonderful! This takes place in the same universe as my fic Kisses, so if you haven't read that yet, please do!

And a quick disclaimer, I have to say that Aria is here 5 years old, so it takes a couple of years later after Kisses.

Alright, I hope you enjoy it, guys. Love you all!

English is not my first language, so I apologize, If I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy and tell me what you think xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

How many people in the world can say that all of their biggest dreams came true? Unfortunately, not a lot. But Chris could. Anytime. That all of his big dreams came true one at a time, wasn’t something he could wrap his head around. It felt surreal and uncommon, like he won a golden ticket. He just wondered what good deed he did in his life that God blessed him with greatness.

The first time that one of his biggest dreams came true, was in New York in an agent’s office. His agent told him he got the part in ‘Not another teen movie’, where he would play Jake Wyler. In Chris’ eyes, it was the first real acting gig he had ever gotten. Of course, he was in other stuff like 'Opposite sex', but he describes that as 'terrible' and not to be mentioned again. This role made Chris believe directors would see his talent in this movie and give him even bigger roles. He saw it all in front of him. Becoming an A-list actor, went to his movie premiers, winning awards. He couldn't wait.

The second time that one of his dreams came out, was when he met you.

He was ordering coffee for himself when he realized he forgot his wallet at home. He was lacking sleep from all the anxiety his new acting job gave him.

Just when he was going to tell the barista to cancel his order, you jumped in.

“I’ll pay for the gentleman, too, if that's alright with him.” When he turned to look at you and say he you didn’t have to, he saw something magnificent. Undescribable with words, glowing from the sunlight that was coming from outside. He saw the definition of elegant in front of him.

He saw you.

Now, Chris was one of those men who didn’t believe in falling in love at first sight. He truly believed that you should and only can fall in love with someone if you know them.

But he would be dammed if he didn’t find out who you were, and why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

"Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that. How can I make it up to you?"

The third time was in his favorite city, but the place he hated the most: The hospital.

Never in a million years, would Chris think that one of his biggest dreams was about to come true in a hospital in Boston.

But here he was, experiencing the fact that you were giving birth to his daughter.

His baby girl.

Ever since Chris was a young adult, he wanted to be a father. Growing up in with 3 siblings in a healthy household, he just knew. It felt right, the idea of coming home from work, and seeing your children play with each other while your wife was working on her laptop.

It felt safe.

His first child. He still couldn’t believe it.

Aria Raine Evans.

You chose her first name, Aria, while Chris chose Raine. The most calming sound in this world was the sound of rain, according to him.

That changed in an instant when he heard Aria’s voice.

“ I still can’t believe she’s real.” He whispered in your ear while you were feeding her.

“ I can’t believe you fainted twice while I was pushing her out of my vagina.” He rolled his eyes, not proud that happened. But he knew you weren't mad. It was a known fact that Chris is a very sensitive man.

“I’m sorry, okay, but I was about to meet the love of my life and I got too excited.”

You smiled at his confession, making sure your daughter was feeding well.

“ I know honey, I know.”

And now, He found himself 5 years later, making another of his dreams come true.

He was about to show the world that he was Buzz Lightyear.

Chris would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Premiers were always nerve-racking for him, but this time he was calmer than normal because you and Aria were joining him today at the premiere, and he had to be strong for the both of you. Chris promised himself the day that Aria was born that he would protect both of you from any harm that his fame could cause. To this day, he never broke his promise.

“Daddy, look at me, you’ve got a friend in me, daddy!”

When he turned to look at this 5-year-old daughter, while he was in the living room taking a picture of dodger, Chris couldn’t believe his eyes that something that cute was existing in his life.

Aria asked you if she could dress as Woody, and who were you to say no?

“Oh my goodness, you’re right bubba, I got a friend in you! Come here, let daddy see you properly!"

Aria jumped in Chris’ arms, too excited to show her daddy how she looked.

“ Look daddy, there is Andy written under my boot!” Chris checked and just like her daughter said, Andy was written under her tiny boot.

“Did mommy buy this costume for you? Gosh, Aria, you look amazing! Speaking of, baby, where is your mom?”

Just when Aria was about to answer, you walked into the living room.

“I’m here honey.”

You were wearing a long white dress, that showed every curve your body had. After all those years and having a child with Chris, you still looked like the most stunning woman in his eyes.

“ I showed my costume to daddy just like you asked mommy and he liked it!” You fake gasped, approaching your daughter with open arms.

“Of course he liked it, sweetie, you’re the cutest Woody daddy has ever seen, isn’t that right Chris?”

He nodded with a big smile.

“Oh absolutely, I think they should make a Woody film next with you in it, Aria.”

Aria groaned loudly. Hearing his dad talking about her acting made her annoyed.

“Daddy, I told you already I don’t want to act. I wanna be a painter!”

Hearing his daughter’s annoyance, he took her back from you.

“I know honey, I know. I’m just joking with ya. Now, is everyone ready to go to the premiere?”

“Yes, daddy I am so ready!”

Chris kissed both of her cheeks and looked at his daughter with adoration. Seeing Aria being so excited about his work makes him full of joy and love.

“Now, remember what we told you, Aria. It can get hectic there, the important thing is-"

“That we stick together, I know daddy, you don’t need to steal lines from his movie.”

After sassing her parents, Aria left her daddy’s arms and went to wait in front of the door, with dodger following her.

Chris and you were looking at each other in awe, not believing how big your baby girl has gotten.

“That is your daughter, wow. The sass she has.” He slowly walked toward you, giving his flirty eyes.

"I know, but let's talk about you for a sec. Who told you to be this gorgeous, huh?" His eyes never left yours while his hands were roaming your body, giving you goosebumps.

"Oh, stop it. You and I both know you are the attractive one in this relationship. I mean, look at you, now that you have got some grey in your beard, it makes you irresistible."

He scoffed, hating that you would hate on yourself like that. If you only could see yourself through Chris' eyes.

"You are the star in my life that brightens every tricky and dark place that I have to go through. Do you know how much I have to fight with myself, trying not to fall into the honey of your eyes? Don't you ever, talk about yourself that way. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, okay?"

You loved how Chris showed you every day the reasons you fell in love with him.

Today's reason was his kindness and how great he was with words.

He slowly reached down, about to capture your lips with his, until…

"MOMMY, DADDY HURRY I DON'T WANNA BE LATE"

"Yup, she is showing the Y/L/N in her blood, for sure."

Aria was mesmerized when you guys arrived at the premiere. Seeing people everywhere with cameras, a lot of children dressed up as Buzz, Woody, and a lot of other characters from the movie she has seen with her parents. It felt like she entered a whole new world.

"Wow, everything is blue." Not the first reaction Chris expected from her daughter, but at least she wasn't complaining.

"I know. Everything looks amazing. Aria, there are a lot of cameras inside. If you ever feel uncomfortable or the feeling you don't want to be here, you tell daddy and we will get you out of here, okay? No film in the world is more important than you."

She simply nodded, not understanding why her father sounded so scared. It was just a couple of cameras. How bad could it be?

"I need you to say it, Aria. This is very important."

She looked at you, seeing that you had the same facial expression as Chris.

"If I ever get scared, I will tell daddy and he will get me out of here. Can we go inside now? I'm getting bored."

She held your hand and walked with big steps towards the carpet. Looking behind you, you saw a shocked Chris, once again in awe of his daughter. He pulled himself together and followed you guys.

You went on the carpet together as a family, posing with Chris holding your waist close to him, while Aria was in front of you guys smiling at the camera.

She was pure talent. You had your doubts, about taking her to the premiere, especially with so many people around, but Aria took it like a champ. She was well behaved, waved at some cameras, posed some, and even answered some questions from journalists.

"We are here today with none other than Chris Evans and his lovely family! Hey Aria, how excited are you that your dad is a hero?"

She looked at Chris first, asking permission if she could answer the lady. When he simply nodded, she started talking.

" I am so excited that my daddy is a hero. But he was already a superhero. You know my daddy is also Captain America!"

the three adults laughed, making Aria very confused since she didn't make a joke.

"Yeah, that's right, but who is your favorite? Buzz Lightyear or Captain America?"

" I think Buzz because Captain America kissed a lot of other ladies that weren't mommy and he is stupid for that."

Once again, she made you and Chris laugh alongside the interviewer. But she still didn't understand why they were laughing when she didn't make a joke. What was so funny?

"Girl, you are so right. Thank you, Chris, Y/N, and Aria for your answers!"

You and Chris shook her hand while Aria just flashed her a smile.

"Thank you for your question. See you later."

After you guys walked away, you turned to Aria, giving her kisses all over her face.

"Aren't you just the cutest kid ever, huh? Who told you to be this cute?"

"Mommy, stop, please, my tummy hurts!" She kept giggling while Chris was still holding her.

"Alright troublemakers, it's time to watch the movie. Y'all are excited?"

Aria and you said the same thing at the same time.

"Aye, aye captain!"

"Alright, let's go inside."

Aria set between you and Chris in the big theatre. He sometimes looked towards her daughter, seeing if he could get a glimpse of her reaction, but it was dark and he couldn't see properly. After the movie ended, you guys went straight to the car, since it was getting late and it was almost bedtime for Aria.

"So Aria, tell me, what did you think of the movie?" This was the most stressful moment of the night for Chris. Aria's opinions mattered to him, and he took them seriously.

" It was missing Woody, daddy. They were supposed to stick together. They were buddies. So I don't know. I have to think about it."

Chris felt like someone had crushed his soul. He knew from her tone that she didn't like it. He felt so disappointed in himself, that he let his daughter down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I thought that-"

" I'M JUST KIDDING DADDY, I LOVED IT! YOU DIDN'T KISS OTHER LADIES! AND BUZZ IS SO COOL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Chris felt a tremendous relief washing over him, never been happier that his daughter was joking. You were snickering in the passenger seat next to him, laughing about the fact that your daughter got her father again.

"You little minx, you pranked daddy again! I thought you didn't like the movie! How are you so good at acting, huh?"

He turned towards his daughter, waiting for her answer.

" I am my daddy's daughter, that's why."

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[gothicprep]

i saw a repost of a tiktok the other day that was someone trying on their mom's wedding dress, captioned with, "This song reminds me of when I put on my mother's wedding dress that a completely different version of herself once wore. I never met that version but I'm sorry she had to have me as a daughter. I wish I could have met her before she was my mother. Because I live with the knowledge that I ruined a woman who once had a life outside of her children." lot of comments on the original video expressing that the feeling is mutual.

i might be throwing this out there carelessly, but when i see people expressing stuff like this, my read on the situation is that their mother was/is emotionally abusive at the very least, provided they are being honest. this isn't a casual, "huh. i wonder where my parents would be now if they never met." this kind of thought, with that amount of intensity, is very seldom a conclusion you arrive at independently. it's one that's projected onto you, repeatedly and angrily.

as a somewhat related side-note: "if i had done something differently, where would i be now?" can be a fun thought exercise if you don't take it too seriously, but if you do, that can really easily get emotionally bad for you. this is a different thing from taking inventory of your regrets and learning from previous mistakes, it's fantasy and speculation. you can't lose touch with the ground. and if a third party is bringing you into this in a negative way, there's never a good reason for it. anyway, i hope those people all snap out of it someday and just stop returning their mom's calls.

[hongjoongscafe]

Best Mistake

Day 7 of the blogversary drabble week.

Pairing: househusband!wooyoung×ceo!wife!oc (y/n)

Genre: fluff, parents AU

Summary: they made the best mistake.

Word count: 1.2k+

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Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

"Mommy will be late today," Wooyoung informed his six years old daughter, Nari, when they came back home after picking her up from school. 

"Again?" Her face was adorned with a cute pout. 

Wooyoung loved being a househusband. This wasn't his original plan for the future but he met you one night in the club. You looked hot in the embroidered bustier mini dress from Celine. Later on that night, it ended up on the floor of Wooyoung's friend's apartment along with his clothes. 

That night, Nari happened. You found out about your pregnancy in the third week. Wooyoung was freaking out. He was still studying and had to make his future. But he didn't step back. He stood tall along with you and helped you out with everything. 

Eventually, you both fell in love during pregnancy. He got addicted to your presence and loved to take care of you. He loved taking care of the house, something he naturally liked but now loved. 

He came to know that you were CEO of one of the biggest companies on the Global level. Seeing him genuinely excited and happy about doing domestic chores, you suggested to him to not work full time and that you already earn billions and billions and that you all should be fine. 

Wooyoung took his time to make a final decision. It didn't take long for him to realize that he wanted to be a househusband. He loved looking after Nari and you. He loved how you loved his cooking and always showered with gifts that he never asked for. You spoiled him.

You just loved being the "man" of the house and spoiling both of your babies. 

"You know mommy works hard for us. Let her complete her work and then we will spend more time. Also, this time of the year gets busier," Wooyoung kissed her cheek. 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes, baby?"

"Are we gonna go grocery shopping?" 

"We will go tomorrow. It should be fine for today," he heated some food and severed them both. 

"Mm, I wanted ice cream," she pouted.

"We have so many in our freezer," he looked at her. 

"No, we don't have that crushed ice type ice cream."

"Oh, you mean slushy?" 

"Yeah!"

"We can buy you a slushy. We can go in the evening. Right now, you need to take a nap, missy," Nari grumbled as she finished her plate. Like any other kid, she hated taking naps and argued against it. But the moment her head touched the pillow, she would knock out. 

Wooyoung smiled at her sleeping form and kissed her forehead and closed her door. He turned on the TV and resumed the drama that he had been watching for a while. He had already completed the chores. The Laundry lady was a blessing for doing it. He hated doing laundry so did you. She worked here even before Wooyoung met you. 

The front door opened. Wooyoung got up to see and saw you already removing your heels and jumping in his arms. He giggled and kissed your head. "Ah, you said you were gonna come home late."

"Mhm, but then all I could think about was you and Nari. It's been a while since I spent proper time with you both… I miss you two energetic beings," you muttered in his chest. 

"Yeah? We miss you too," he picked you up and brought you inside, and gently laid on the couch. "Hungry?"

"I'm sorry for not spending time at home… yes, actually."

"Hey, it's alright. It's not like you are always away. I understand that there are busier times…" Wooyoung came back with a plate full of delicious-looking food. 

You sat up straight and made grabby hands for the plate. He chuckled and sat next to you. He moved your legs over his and rested the place on them. Taking the fork, he took some food and fed you. 

After that, he cuddled you on the couch and you both watched the drama. He kissed you here and there every couple of minutes. You sighed and moved closer to him and enjoyed the moment. 

"Mommy!" Not after five minutes, you hear a loud voice, almost as loud as Wooyoung's, of your little princess as she stepped down and jumped in between you two to cuddle. "You came home early!"

"Yes, little lady. I had to come home sooner so I could cuddle my little girl and big boy," the drama long forgotten. 

"Daddy said we could go and buy slushy."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm… I wanna walk to the shop."

"We can do that."

"Oh! Park! Can we go there too?" 

"We can go there too!" 

"I wanna wear a red frock that has strawberries on it with red sandals."

"You got it!" 

"Strawberry hair band too!"

Wooyoung cuddled you both and looked at you two so lovingly. He was so grateful for this family he has. He loved how the three of you looked so perfect together. His veiny hand caressed both of your heads. His eyes were filled with love and adoration. 

…

Wooyoung was only soft in front of you, Nari, the house staff, and the drivers. Whenever he was in public, especially with you two, he would have a serious face that screamed 'I dare you to come closer to my girls and I will end you all". 

There was no smiling picture of him from the business event that you two attended. He only smiled when pictures were taken away from the paparazzi's eyes. It was endearing. You loved how he always gets protective in public. 

Right now you all were walking to get ice cream. Nari was in between you two, holding both Wooyoung's and your hand. Her little red frock beautifully danced along with her steps. 

"I made a new song," Wooyoung said. He was a musician when he was not a househusband. He loved music with a whole lot of passion so you transformed one of the rooms of the penthouse into a studio for him. There were a lot of latest music equipment along with instruments. 

"Really!? Can I listen to it?" You looked at him with interest. 

"Of course! After we go back."

"So… how is your album going on? Any progress on that?"

"Mhm, just two more songs to go through… hopefully the audios are ready by next week," he was so excited for his first album. He took his time to work on it. It has been over two years since he was working on that along with many single tracks and OST. 

"I'm so excited!" He giggled. 

Nari was so confused about the slushy. There were many flavors and she wanted all of them but ended up buying her favorite strawberry. Then you all went to the park. She joined other kids on the slides. It was a nice day outside and you were thankful to spend it with your family. 

Wooyoung snaked his arm around your waist and squeezed your side. He rested his forehead against your temple and whispered about how lucky he is to have you and Nari in his life. 

"She is the best mistake I ever made," he said as he pecked your lips appropriately in public. 

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[rizelcchi]

Dialogue Prompts I Think of Before I Sleep

This is a repost from my threads on twitter! I don’t really recheck it because I write these in like... 2 AM. It’s mostly angst, and may includes yandere or dark themes too.

"I know everything about you, from what you like to eat, your preference in clothes, every person you've talked to, until the fact that you're supposed to be mine. Yet I also know that your heart belongs to someone else."

"I don't want to return to our happiest time. I want to spend each and every memories together with you. From the most painful until the sweetest moments, I want you to be always beside me."

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I keep telling you that, I always showed you that love of mine. Are love supposed to be this painful?"

"I loathe being lonely. I despised loneliness. And I also hated the way every time silence came, my mind wanders towards our memories together in the past."

"Don't leave me too. I can stand being avoided, I don't mind you hated me, I know you want me to disappear. But dear, don't leave me alone in this loneliness. Losing you is even more painful than death itself."

"This heart of mine belongs to you, and it'll always be yours for eternity."

A:"Why are you staring at me?" B:"I'm looking at my favorite thing in the world."

A:"What's this?" B:"Breakfast! I make it for you!" A:"Why is the detergent bottle beside the stove?"

"Every person has many different faces. For me, I have 3, the first is towards strangers, second is for those I'm close with, and the third is just for you."

"What is the use of love language when I'm going to do everything you need and want flawlessly while also accepting everything you're going to do or give to me with my whole heart?"

"I wonder how you'll look like when I die without ever saying "I love you" to you? Aah, it'll be the best revenge ever. I'll be patiently waiting for that day to come."

"Can I believe you'll be waiting for me until I come back?"

A:"people said that after 5 years of marriage it isn't love anymore, it just become a habit of them to be together." B:"Well those people are wrong. I love you. What do you want for dinner?"

"In this life, I'll fulfill all of your wish that I failed to do in my last life. This time, I'll give you the happiness that you deserved."

"It's because you're precious to me that I'm letting you go. Your wish is my commands, and your happiness has always been my happiness."

"We may be killing dragons and in a big journey of saving the world, but to be honest, if I have the chance, I would much preferred to live with you without any problems besides tending our little garden.”

"You called me with a thousand nicknames but never even once you've ever called me by my name."

"We started off as friends, and then we became lovers. The problem is, our feelings never changes, we saw each others merely as a friend, never more, never less. That 'love' everyone dreamed about never existed between us."

"We have everything in this world except time."

"Thank you for teaching me what is the meaning of love to this despised me. I love you."

"I know that you don't care about me, and that you'll never cry because of me. But at the very least, when I die, will you attend my funeral?"

"I don't deserve any happiness. I am a sinner. This hand of mine has taken countless things from others, my own sins are crushing me as we talk. Nevertheless, I'm still breathing, and this life is a punishment for me."

"I hope in the next time when you wake up, you won't be greeted by the sea of blood anymore. I sincerely wish that you'll live in the beautiful scenery, just like the flowers in those paintings."

"I'm sorry. Although you've done everything for me because of your love for me, I could only feel my guilt towards you. The everlasting pain from the one I love will never cease forever."

"There's a lot of mistakes someone could never avoid in their life, but my biggest mistake in this life is placing my trust in you."

"It's my fault… What's the use of this pain from regrets when I can't do anything about it anymore…"

"In spite of everything that had happened, in the end, I still love this world."

"Everything just turn to the same things before you come to my life and yet I wonder why everything feels so different now."

"To others, it may seems like a trivial matter, a simple one, if I must say. But for him, that "good bye" is his greatest nightmare."

"Her life depends on me. I could kill her if I want, anytime. She belongs to me, and I couldn't live without her. And so, I'll allow her to live for eternity to accompany me."

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Cat & Mouse (Chapter 2)

Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata) x GN Villain!Reader

Summary: Kugo looking through the case report trying to learn more about the new villain.

Warnings: Villain Reader, Kugo's POV, Case Report, Secretary

Words: 405

Chapter List

⭑ Gang Orca side (Third Person)

The blunt glow of a laptop light shined on Kugo's face as his tired eyes stared back at the screen, scanning the information on the report of the new villain.

"New Villain" -Known to disappear -Targets controversial companies (Warehouse, CEO Homes, Office Break-in) -No common district -Disappears quickly No Quirk Possible: Speed, Invisibility, Phasing, Teleport, Shapeshift No description

Scrolling over the page many times, re-reading the small amount of information as if there were anything new, Kugo sighed as he pressed his other hand against his face.

Looking over to the clock, reading 2:04 AM, only made his head hurt. He straightened his back, then rolled back his dress shirt sleeves, readying himself to look harder at this new villain. Opening a new tab, Kugo quickly looks up Endeavor's report, being the only one to get close enough.

#1 Hero Endeavor Report: Chased off a building. No words. No description. Suspected to have used quirk. Injury to Villain; Degree: Severe. Hospitals on call.

Sighing once again at Endeavor's thin notes, leaning back into his chair, letting his thoughts run: What is their quirk? Did they check for a trace? Of course they did, he thought, then rubbed his eyes. Sitting back up in his chair looking over the report seeing if he had missed anything, yet nothing moved.

Closing his eyes to lessen his stress, not seeing his secretary come in with a cold coffee in hand, waking him from his despair from her shoes echoing through the office. Opening his eyes then looking at her with a small smile as to return the one she gave, "You should be at home, sir," she says in a silky voice.

"Yes, I know," he responds, watching as she places the cup down, then feels her hand on his exposed arm. Looking into his eyes, she smiled once again. "There are plenty of heroes out there; you should take care of your health," she says, giving a light squeeze to his arm, causing him to pull away and look back down at his laptop.

"The people's health is more important. Thank you for the coffee. I'll send one of the sidekicks to escort you  home."Saying nothing more, she walks off, shutting the office door, causing Kugo to sigh once again for the night.

Before he could rest back his office door opened once again but with urgency by a sidekick, "Sir, we have something in District 7.".

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[lady-purpleblue]

Facts and Curiosities about RivaMika - Part 2

All credits go to Mundo RivaMika (Facebook) page. I just translated and am reposting with permission

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1) Mikasa in the manga calls Levi by his full title "Levi heishichou". The word "Heichou" is not wrong, it's just a diminutive. It shows the respect he has for him.

2) In a livestream promoting the first part of the third season. Hiroshi (Levi's seiyuu) and Yui (Mikasa's seiyuu) were the presenters. They even had a fun "Rol game". Here is the translation:

Yui (Mikasa): So... Looks like Levi heichou has to leave for an expedition now? right?

Hiroshi(Levi): Well, well...I'll do some entertainment in the dressing room.

Mikasa: Ehhh?! Really?! It's not for an expedition? Not for cleaning either?

Levi: Yeah, I guess. Maybe like that. I have things to do one by one. I've got to go.

Mikasa: You're leaving now? Is it okay if Mikasa doesn't go with you?

Levi: ... I'm sorry you have to speak for yourself.

Mikasa: That's too bad.

Levi: Yeah, you still have your mission, right?

Mikasa: Yes I do. This streaming still has 40 minutes to go.

*Burst out laughing*

3) Her tag on the Fanfiction platform has more than 630 stories and on the Ao3 platform she has approximately +820.

4) In the first cover of the magazine where the monthly manga where they both appear is published, Armin was included. However, in the end he did not appear.

Left = Published cover.

Right: Sketch.

5) Isayama has redrawn two scenes of them. The first is the look they both give each other at the trial and the second is Levi shirtless. The top part of the image is the one published in the monthly magazine, the second one in the official volumes.

6) There is a funny CD Drama where they have a cleaning battle.

7) In the Livestream prior to the first part of the third season, they drew a picture of the seiyuus with their respective characters. Yui=Mikasa, Hiroshi=Levi

8) Kanae Hazuki, the mangaka of the famous shoujo manga "Sukitte ii na yo", made a drawing of the two in the special edition of the magazine where the manga was published. If you ever wondered how the Rivamika shoujo version would look like, here is the answer ♡

9) It was selected as one of the best ships of 2018 due to the insurrection arc according to wikia. It was a moment of happiness for the fans of the ship, due to the fact that, at that time it didn't have the same popularity as today.

10) In one of the magazines that promoted the third season, yui ishikawa (Mikasa's Seiyuu) was interviewed. Here is the translation.

Interviewer: Levi asking Mikasa to help him convey a message, seems to show that he treats Mikasa differently from the rest.

Mikasa differently from the rest. In other words, it feels as if there is a sense of recognition towards her.

Ishikawa: Something like that. The thing is, Mikasa feels a burden of regret towards Levi because his past mistake caused his injury. Although she respects him, she still can't trust him 100% (chuckle). At the same time, perhaps due to the worries that still remain within her, she also believes that Eren's current situation is actually because of Levi. Because of her worried words, "How's your leg?", I received this instruction (during recording), "Because [Mikasa] feels uncomfortable there, please use a 'harder style of expression for the dialogue." As a result, [the production team] allowed me to pause even longer during that line. Even though Mikasa wants to thank Levi, she still possesses some of the animosity from before, so she can't be as direct, at least in one part.

11) The first fanart published of this ship in The Pixiv Platform was in February 2013. This is the one you see here.

12) Both promoted couple watches under the name of "the strongest couple of mankind". If you look closely at the image, you can see them on their wrists.

13) Both represent the "Joker" in SNK's official card collection.

14) They had a little over 25 moments omitted in the anime between the first 3 seasons. With the insurrection arc being the most cut.

15) They have more than 3,700 works (illustrations, doujinshis, novels, etc) on the Pixiv platform.

16) One of the most popular headcanons in the fandom, is one where Mikasa rescues Levi just as he did with her. This was only seen in the video games until chapter 135 was released.

End ♡. I hope you enjoyed it. I will bring part 3

#levimika #rivamika #リヴァミカ

[literaryuppsala]

I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland.

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, this one is ivy

Pairing: Ubbe x Fem!Reader

Summary: That’s my very own arranged marriage cliche I’ve written for my baby @goldaggers

Words: 2k(ish).

Warnings: We have forced marriage and just overall old centuries’ misogyny, still no smut my friends, this is the slowest of burns. Ivar interacting with baby Asa because I deserved this family together in another universe, he’s a warning too.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. Here, just remember that the reader, despite being forced to get married, acts like she accepted her fate at first. And Ubbe won’t be forcing himself on her, but there’s a few moments where she will be forced to do things she’s not comfortable with, so If that’s a trigger, please don’t read this. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.  

THIRD CHAPTER herre 

SECOND CHAPTER below the cut, enjoy ♥

CHAPTER II

You woke up to an empty bed, opened your eyes to find the space once occupied by your husband, now cold and void. You reached your hand and touched the soft covers, his smell was hanging in the air and you found yourself strangely attached to it. You touched the pillow by your side then smelled your own hand, the smell stuck between your fingers like it belonged there, he smelled like the ocean breeze, floral and woodsy, a strange mix, you thought to yourself. You moved uncomfortably and minutes later you heard the door creaking, turning on your side, you saw your maids looking at you apprehensively. 

“My lady, it’s late.” One of them whispered, silently asking for permission to enter, to which you nodded with a smile. 

They spreaded around the room, one walked over the windows and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight in. Another walked towards you and offered her hand to help you get up, which you gladly accepted. As soon as you got up, the other ones gathered around the bed to check on the covers. 

The memories of the night before made you blush a little, you took a look over your shoulder following those curious pairs of eyes that were so focused in that direction. The blood stain was hidden under the sheets, it was tiny, resembling a small crooked heart tinted in dark crimson. You swallowed hard, looking away, trying to avoid possible questions.

Three of the maids grabbed all of the covers and left your bedroom, leaving you with the one who would help you get ready for your day. She bathed you, combed your hair and helped you put on a dark red, long sleeved gown. She put on your head a golden tiara and protected you from the cold with a black cloak on your shoulders, then she painted your lips and your cheeks with light rouge. She smiled at you after she finished, proud of her artwork. 

You got up and walked towards the door, the guards who waited for you outside your room walked you and her through the castle to where the meal was served, as soon as you got there you were greeted by your father and your mother who stood up from their places at the table, you looked around but there was no sign of your husband. 

“I am sorry for the late hour.” You apologized with a small bow, walking towards the table to take your place. 

"It's alright, my love.” Your mother answered sweetly, holding your hand over the table. “I know how first nights can be overwhelming for us.” 

You smiled shyly as the maids started to serve you food, your father’s eyes following your every move while you ate in silence. 

“Perhaps you might wish to tell me something, father.” You grunted finally. 

“Has your marriage been consummated?” He asked angrily, looking directly at you. 

“I hoped the covers of my bed would be enough proof.” You tried to sound calm. 

“You know a small stain of blood can not prove anything.” He growled, knocking on the table and making you and your mother jump on your chairs. “This marriage has no value until consummated, do you wish for your kingdom to suffer under those heathens' wrath?”

“I wish no such thing father, you must be sure of that.” You replied under your breath. “As my husband said last night, I have no reason to lie about my honor now that I am a married woman. The stain on the covers proves I am no longer a virgin and that this marriage is consummated, you have no reason to fear.” You dragged the chair away from the table and stood up. “If you excuse me, I will find my husband now.” 

Leaving no room for any more questions you left, your guards followed you while you left the castle and walked over the horse stall, the kid who watched over the animals widened his eyes as soon as he saw you coming over to him. 

“Your highness.” He mouthed as he bowed in front of you. 

“Good morning, Thorley.” You greeted with a nod. “Is my horse available?” 

“Yes, your highness. You want me to saddle her up?” 

“Please, I would like that, yes.” You said with a smile, watching as he vanished inside the stall. Turning to the guards you asked them carefully. “Is my husband at the settlement?” 

“Yes, my lady.” Both of them answered in unison. 

“Would you take me there?” Both of the guards stared at each other in silence. “Please.”

“Your father said that it’s more safe If you stay in the castle.” One of them answered a little unsure. 

“Well, I am sure that now that I am a married woman, I do not respond to my father anymore, only to my husband.” You reasoned with him, turning again when you heard the smooth gallop of your black mare. “So, I would ask you to kindly accompany me to the settlement, where my husband is, where I can meet with him. But I can try and find the path myself and I don’t think my husband, nor my father, would like to see me harmed because my protectors refused to protect me.”

After a few seconds of consideration, both of them asked Thorley to settle horses for them too while you hooked your dress between your legs so you could mount. Being the only female daughter of a king gave you a few horrible duties while growing up, but blessed you with the gift of neglect. Your mother was more worried about giving your father a true heir, so you spent most of your growing days with tutors who taught you a lot of important things, for example, how to ride a horse properly, even with a dress. 

“Thank you, Thorley.” You thanked with a smile.

“You’re welcome, your highness.” He caressed the animal before leaving you waiting for the guards. 

They both left the stall and nodded at you before taking the front while you followed them. Even though you knew your kingdom very well, that part beyond the forest wasn’t a place you would go very often, so you kept your attention, both on the guards and on that track. 

It took a lot of minutes until you saw the first sign of the settlement your father had prepared for the heathens, a big open field that continued on and on over the horizon until your eyes couldn’t see anymore. As you approached you could see that they had started to build their houses, there were animals and people everywhere, different people walking around, a lot of children running and playing. 

“It’s here, your highness.” One of the guards announced. 

You stopped your mare by the entrance of the settlement, your eyes searching for your husband between all of those people, but you couldn’t find him. 

“Well, thank you. You may return to the castle.” You commanded dismounting.

“Princess, I don’t think this-” One of them tried, but you raised your hand, interrupting him. 

“I am safe here. Please, leave.” 

After some more consideration they left, your heart hammered against your rib cage, beating fast inside your chest and you were definitely more scared than you sounded, but you needed to mingle with them, they needed to trust you and you needed to trust them, otherwise, this marriage wouldn’t have any use. 

You pulled your mare with you by the saddle as you slowly walked into the settlement, the suspicious looks from those people made your stomach flutter and you swallow hard. But after a few steps, a little girl approached you shyly. 

“Are you a princess?” She asked under her breath.

“I guess I am.” You answered her with a smile, crouched in front of her. “I am sure you are one too.” 

“I am. My papa is a king.” She answered proudly. 

“Would you take me to your papa?” You asked carefully, to which she nodded with a smile, holding your hand and leading you through the settlement. 

Familiar with you since you were a young girl, your mare only walked by your side, keeping you company while you followed the little girl. Her short blond hair swayed in the wind while she jumped/walked in front of you. Once you stopped in front of a tent, the little girl released your hand and ran inside, leaving you behind. It didn’t take long until a big, blonde man appeared with the little girl in his arms. 

“Papa, she is the princess.” She announced with a big smile. 

“Yes, I can see that.” His voice was deep, you remembered him from your wedding day, he was one of the men at the altar. “To what do we owe the honor of your visit, princess?” 

“I came to offer help… My king.” You whispered in response, making a little bow, the man intimidating you. “To see m-my husband too.” You stuttered, earning yourself a smirk from the man. 

“Torvi.” He called once, and a beautiful blonde woman exited the tent right behind him, looking at you with a kind smile. “This is my wife, Torvi.” He announced, handing her the little girl, giving both of them kisses on their foreheads. “She can show you where your husband is. Now, you must excuse me, princess, I have some things to do.” He entered the tent again, leaving you and her alone.

“My queen.” You greeted her with another bow, looking down at the muddy hem of your gown. 

“There is no need for that.” She told you while putting the little girl on the ground. “That’s my daughter, Asa.” 

“It’s an honor to meet you both.” You answered politely. 

“I’m going to ask someone to take your horse.” Your eyes widened a bit. “It’s alright, she’s in good hands.” She smiled again before taking the saddle from your hands and handing it to a young man. “Come, I’ll take you to Ubbe.” 

You smiled in response and followed her. Seeing you side by side with their queen probably gave them a little more trust in you, their stares seemed less suspicious and more curious, either way to feel their gaze wasn’t comfortable at all. 

Not very far from where you met them you found your husband. His eyes quickly found yours and he stopped what he was doing, the men with him followed his gaze to find you and Torvi. 

“Uncle!” The little girl screamed, releasing Torvi’s hand to jump into the arms of a man you imagined was another of the Ragnarssons. 

“Careful with his legs, Asa.” Torvi scolded. 

“There’s nothing to be careful of, dear Torvi.” He answered quickly. “My legs are perfectly fine.” The man was sitting on the top of a rock and accepted Asa’s intrusion with a sweet smile, taking the child into his arms and sitting her in his lap. “There you go.” 

“I brought a princess, uncle Ivar.” She announced proudly, looking at you with a big smile. 

“That’s uncle Ubbe’s wife.” He corrected her. 

“She is?” She asked with a funny shocked expression. 

“What are you doing here?” Ubbe caught your attention from the little talk between Asa and her uncle, approaching you with a frown on his face. 

“I did not mean to upset you.” You explained shyly. “I came to… To see if everything is alright with the settlement, if you were in need of any help.” You stuttered.

“I am not upset. I am surprised. And happy to see you.” A small smile appeared on his face. “The settlement is going well, we’re building our homes, preparing for the planting.” 

“I would like to help.” You insisted. “If you allow me.” 

There was a moment of silence filled with tiny laughs coming from the men behind him, your cheeks blushed almost immediately and you stared at your feet. 

“I don’t have to allow you anything. You’re a free woman.” He said carefully. 

“I could use a little help with the seeds.” Torvi said. “You can come with me.” Her smile was calm, soothed you and you unconsciously leaned into her space, nodding eagerly. 

“Take care of my wife.” Ubbe said, looking at Torvi, gazing at you quickly before coming back to the other men with him. 

Torvi had beautiful hands, you noticed. Beautiful and delicate, even though she looked like she had done a lot of things, her skin seemed soft. As you separated the seeds, both of you talked about your lives, hers completely different and clearly more exciting than yours, at some point you stopped talking and just listened to everything she had to say. 

“You know how to fight?” You asked in shock. 

“Of course. I have to defend myself and my children whenever Bjorn is away. Kattegat it’s an important City back in Norway, there’s always foreigners and wanderers coming and going. I have to take care of my house and my people. What type of queen would I be If I couldn’t protect them?” She asked without looking at you. 

“Not even my father took matters into his own hands to protect Northumbria, ever.” You commented. “Let alone my mother.” 

“Your king doesn’t fight his own wars?” She asked in shock, looking at you finally. 

“No. Just the army.” 

“He doesn’t lead his own army?” You denied again. “You Christians are so weird.” 

“But, have you seen my father?” You asked and laughed. “Your husband is strong, a warrior. My father is a lazy pig.” Torvi laughed and you decided that was a beautiful sound. 

You spent the whole day at the settlement, learning about their culture, talking with them and listening to their amazing stories. You didn’t spend much time with Ubbe, but you almost didn’t notice, Torvi’s company was too enjoyable for you to ever feel his absence. 

You had time to know his brothers too, they were different. Interesting in their own particular way. So was their dynamics, you didn’t remember feeling that comfortable before. 

At the end of the day, all of you gathered around a big, wooden table to have dinner. But It didn’t take long for them to start a fight between themselves. 

“Shut up, Sigurd.” The man you knew by the name of Ivar complained for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I am as part of this family as you are Ivar.” The Sigurd one answered angrily. 

“But nobody cares about what you think. Go play music, that’s what you’re good at.” 

“You play music?” You heard your excited voice coming out of your mouth before giving another thought. 

“Yes, I do.” Sigurd answered with a smirk. 

“I would… I would like to hear it… Someday.” You stuttered again. 

“I would love to play my music for you, princess.” Sigurd smiled and you smiled in response. “See Ivar, some people just know how to appreciate the good things.”

“Like you could actually do something good.” Ivar answered quickly. 

“Enough you two.” Ubbe growled, drawing your attention to him, his hands were full of grease from the meat he was eating, an eye roll preceded a tiny smirk when his eyes met yours. “You’re worse than little children.” He told his brothers right before licking his fingers clean, your eyes immediately followed his movements, his lips parted, his tongue swirling through his fingers. 

You moved your gaze somewhere else, your fingers fiddling on your lap while the conversation restarted. Your whole body tingling from the cold, you thought so at least, a complete foreing feeling wrapping itself around you like weed growing in the crop. You were supposed to hate those people, they were supposed to be savages, heartless monsters who showed no mercy to their victims. Yet, you were accepted, invited even, into their space and were shown nothing but kindness and respect, that went against everything you learned from your father and you started to think that a lot of things he taught you were different in reality. 

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[tea-and-panthers]

just a quick post. i was reading a few article on how to identify bot accounts and discover that i may be miss identified as a bot/spam account since i’m new and dont know much about this wild west of a platform.

so I am here to help assist other newcomers with a summary of my research, keeping in mind I’ve only been here for a day so if someone more experienced is giving out advice theirs is probably better.

1. bot/spam accounts generally have a default icon and background. (fixed this up first thing i did after making the account was add an icon and i just uploaded a background)

Recommend course of action: add an Icon and background as soon as possible. and maybe play around with you theme a bit.

2.username looks inappropriate or spam like. (this isn’t a problem for me since i didn’t do this because why would I)

Recommend course of action: just don’t, if you may have made this mistake, best to change it.

3. a blog is sending messages that are asking if you want content that is potentially nsfw, example ‘do you want pictures of n***d women on your phone’

Recommend course of action: report and block. i speak from experience, i got one of these messages and didn’t even finish reading it before blocking and reporting. also don’t send this type of message to people wether or not they think you are a bot that would make anyone uncomfortable and explicit content is against community guidelines.

4. apparently like strings on accounts and large amounts of reblogging are suspicious.

so say you go to someone account and read like there art or something and you like everything there. apparently 10 or more likes on one account within a short time period is considered a like string.

this is one I found myself guilty of, so what happened was I found the account of someone who made a series of tutorials on how to draw kobolds that I had found in pinterest so I followed the and i wanted like all the tutorials (there where 10) but i decided that liking just the tutorials seemed suspicious so i liked some art in between (it’s good art.) i now see that liking just the tutorials would have not been as suspicious. to that person, sorry for the spam likes, I have learned my lesson.

Reblogging, so something like 40 or more rebloggs in a day with little context, than nothing for a few days looks suspicious.

Recommend course of action:

like strings; of you come across an account you really like just like 3 or 4 posts and follow. you will get another chance to like more.

Reblogging; i don’t see this one being much of a problem if you just casually use tumblr. I myself have spent some time (but not all my time) on tumblr and Liked around 250 posts over 24 hours but have only reblogged 12 (which is probably still a lot) but i have also added something with the reblog such as a comment along with the normal tags people usually only put (i feel bad reblogging without contributing something). the only way i think you would reach a number like 40+ is if you are on all day with nothing else to do and are reblogging every third post you see (not that i’m judging, apparently reblogging helps more that likes.) or you are reblogging reblogs in response to them on a post that went viral. if you are adding to those i don’t really think that would be suspicious. And try not to reblog too many posts from one blog in a short amount of time that seems very spammy

REPOSTING IS NOT THE SAME AS REBLOGGING

reblogging, if you like the reblog it likes the original post. this is helping in most cases from what i’ve read. (just try not to over do it.)

reposting is copying the image or text (some cases both) and uploading it on your own, often done without permission form or crediting the original author. this is not helpful, if you have permission form the original author and you credit them, that should be ok.

yet again, i am also new and may be mistaken about some of the stuff here. this is based on personal experience and research i’ve done.

hope this helps others new users to this wild west. I intend on posting my art soon i just need to get it all together first, that i can upload a few pieces at a time.

If you are an experienced user who has any corrections of stuff to add I’m sure new users like myself would love the help.

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[shotaamareno]

I want let you know some information about me. Let's start!

If there are mistakes here, so sorry;)

English is not my first language

Navigation:

Who am I?

Short story about this account.

My social media.

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Who am I?

Hey-yo! Call me Shota. No, Shota Amareno isn't my real first&last names. "Shota" was "ultra cool nickname" – Sh0t0_s_Chemt0 (from russ – "something with something") (yes, 0 on the o's place was super cool for 12-years-old me). It was my first Like (now Likee) nickname.

I've posted videos in russian, because of russification. Have I known russian language? Not really, it was always much easier for me to write in Ukrainian or English, but NOT russian. In childhood I wrote ruzzian words by Ukrainian letters.

So, after a year, I noticed that Sh0t0 is Sh0t. And Shot is Shota!! About two years I was "just Shota". After these years I decided to come up with a surname. Amareno was just a random word before I knew it was cherry (Italian). Ironically, one of my favorite songs is "Cherry Lady" and I have a cherry-red hair color. Also I have favorite lipstick color – rotten cherry.

Okay, now let's talk about me!

I'm Shota, cosplayer from Ukraine.

My first cosplay was Ashley Campbell from Sally Face. I had cosplayed Sally Face characters ~3 first years of my cosplay life. I have Sal, Todd and Ashley in my Sally Face cosplay experience, but in open access you will find only Sal Fisher (first photo in my Ig). I registered on Instagram in 2020, the third year of my cosplay way.

I cosplay mostly girls, because of b00bs. It's hard to hide it for man cosplay, but I will fix it by buying a fake torso!!

(Maybe I have already fixed it, who knows, when you read this post;)

I cosplay all I want, as it must be. Anime (hehe, no, manga), games, cartoons – you can find everything.

Some photos of my cosplay (from Instagram, InCosplay, my gallery):

About this account

It's NOT my first Tumblr account. I have another one, but all my subscribers were $e× bots. I call them "one day sub". So, I decided to delete my account🙃.

Why I decided to sing up again? Dunno, just because.

Yeah, it's VERY short story.

My social media

You can find it on my linktree page

Or by these links:

Instagram

Threads

BlueSky

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Reddit

YouTube Shorts

HoYoLaB

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Thanks for reading♡

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#wangxian #mdzs #cql #the untamed #modao zushi #lan wangji #wei wuxian #SORRY FOR THE (THIRD) REPOST BUT THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN THE OTHER ONE I AM SO SO SORRY #its 4am ​I am so tired #nie huaisang is the one taking the pic lol #artists on tumblr #ele’s art

[navybrat817]

Wear Me Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader, OMC x Female Reader Summary: You never wanted a soulmate, but fate brought Ari Levinson into your life. Word Count: Almost 6.9k (Yup! Sorry!) Warnings: Tagging Dubcon to be safe (please do not read if this upsets you!), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, manipulation, mind games, angst, porn with feels, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning!) A/N: For @stargazingfangirl18 's Siri's 5k Soft Dark Challenge (quote: "I can't stop thinking about you.") and @sweetlyscared 's Sweet Lee's Sad 1k Challenge (quote: "Do you love him?"). Congrats, lovelies!!! This is my twist on soulmates and I hope everyone enjoys. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @tuiccim , but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics​. Comments, likes, reblogs and asks are appreciated. ❤️

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Soulmates. Two separate beings condemned to spend their lives in search of each other. People yearned to find the other half of themselves. They prayed and begged for them. You weren���t one of those people.

You decided long ago that fate shouldn’t get to dictate who you were destined to be with. It didn’t seem right or natural. You didn’t need a stranger to complete you. Besides, what if your soulmate didn’t exist? Were you expected to be alone forever? And if they did exist, who was to say you would even like them? Let alone want to spend your life with them? 

Luke wasn’t your “fated” soulmate. You knew that the moment you met. There was no aura surrounding him. Your minds didn’t link the moment you touched. But it didn’t matter. You fell in love with him as a person. It was your choice because you were free to make your own path in life. And you were happy with how things were.

“Oh, my god,” Luke moaned, bringing you back to the moment. 

You smirked as you watched his eyes roll back. “That good, huh?”

“Good? It’s heaven,” he moaned again, licking his lips.

“Well, don’t hog it all,” you teased, reaching over to pull the dessert plate across the table. “I knew we should have ordered two.”

“You didn’t tell me it was that good,” he chuckled, trying to take the plate back as you smiled. “C’mon. One more bite!”

“No! You’ve had more than half.”

“Okay, okay. You win,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat as he gazed at you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he asked innocently.

“THAT. That puppy dog look,” you answered, taking a slow bite of the chocolate cake. 

“Should I switch to…” he trailed off as his head dropped, lifting it slowly with a pout. “The smolder?” 

You almost spit your bite out, covering your mouth as you tried not to laugh. “Not even close.”

One of the things you loved about Luke was his ability to make you laugh. He was against the idea of soulmates, too. He saw too many people rearrange their entire lives just to appease others. He also saw people tear themselves apart when they didn’t find their other half soon enough. It was heartbreaking to see people crumble into themselves and so quickly. Neither of you wanted that.

“Actually, you probably should finish it. I can’t have another bite,” you said as you slid the plate back his way, wiping your mouth with the napkin.

“The smolder did work,” he winked, stopping in mid-bite when you rubbed your arms. “Cold?”

“No, no. I’m fine,” you replied, your eyes darting around the restaurant. It was a warm and cozy atmosphere, but you couldn’t shake the feeling in your gut that something suddenly felt wrong.

“Why don’t I pay the check and we can get going?” Luke offered, looking around for your waiter. 

“Yeah. Maybe I’m just anxious to get you home,” you smirked, trying to be playful. Judging by the raised eyebrow you got in response when he looked back at you, it fell flat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, taking your hand. 

“I’m okay, Luke,” you assured him, trying to convince yourself as well. “I just want-”

“ARI! There you are!” a man across the room shouted, making a few heads turn. Including your own.

You stopped breathing when you saw the man, who you could only assume was Ari, begin to cross the room. If you had to describe an alpha male in look, it would have been him. The man exuded confidence and power, his muscles and large frame hardly contained under his clothing. The long, dark hair and beard only added to his allure. In fact, he was the most attractive man you had ever seen.

But that wasn’t what struck you. What got your attention was the glow around him. The red aura seemed to flicker as he got closer to you. Of course, it was red. Power. Passion. Love. It was him. Your soulmate. 

You turned your head away before he could make eye contact and slid further into your seat. You prayed he didn’t see you, but how could he miss you? And why was he here?! You went all this time without him.

“We need to go,” you whispered as Luke flagged down your waiter.

“We can go as soon as-”

“We need to go. NOW,” you hissed, bumping the table as you got up. “So much for not attracting attention,” you thought.

“Is everything alright, miss?” the waiter asked as you fumbled to grab your purse, your hand shaking.

“Babe?” Luke asked, already out of his seat.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just need some air, okay? I’ll wait outside,” you said quickly, grabbing your purse and bolting from the table.

You knew the moment Ari stopped walking, his head slowly turning toward your fleeing form. You made the mistake of glancing back, seeing his blue eyes flash as he looked at you. He looked as if he would follow before his friend stopped him. 

"I took the liberty of ordering you a scotch," you heard, thankful that you got the chance to slip outside.

The cold breeze hit your face as you stumbled outside, nearly losing your footing as you shivered. You concentrated on your breathing to steady yourself as you grabbed your keys. You debated getting in the driver seat as you got to the car before you decided on the passenger seat, too overwhelmed to drive. The car smelled like Luke's cologne and it only soothed you a bit.

You weren't sure how much time had passed when the driver door opened, making you jump. 

"Woah. It's just me," Luke gently said as he saw your face, getting in and taking the keys from your hand. "Babe, you're shaking."

"Let's just go. Please."

He didn't say anything as he buckled up and started the car. You looked in the mirror when he backed out of the parking space and drove away, holding your breath until the restaurant faded from your vision.

"It was him."

"It was who?"

"It was him," you said again, refusing to say the word. Because that man wasn't… He couldn’t be. "Please, don't make me say it."

"Wait. Him? Your soulmate?" Luke asked, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. 

"Yes. I saw his aura," you answered. "But it's okay. Maybe he didn't notice mine."

"I doubt that," he muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror. 

"He didn't follow me out," you assured him with more confidence than you felt. You didn't want him to be upset or worried. "Can we just forget I mentioned it? Please?"

"How can you just forget?"

"Because I can," you stubbornly replied. Because you had to. You had your own life. You didn't need a stranger to mess it up. "Because I love you."

"I love you, too," he swore.

But for the first time, you heard uncertainty in his tone. 

The automatic door buzzed as you stepped into the liquor store, shivering. The fluorescent lights made you squint as you went down the aisle. They never bothered you before, but you were on edge. You had a hard time sleeping the night before. A night in with a nice bottle of wine would help relax you. And it would hopefully make it up to Luke since you ruined the rest of that nice dinner.

You rubbed your arms as you searched for the right bottle. Why was it so cold? Or did you just need some rest? Smiling, you finally found the one you were looking for. But as you reached for it, a hand suddenly clamped over yours. The cold you felt was replaced by heat, like an electric current throughout your entire body. And it shook you to your core.

"You have good taste."

You drew a deep breath into your lungs and slowly exhaled as you turned your head. It was him. He found you. The aura surrounding Ari seemed to glow even brighter with his touch. Oh, God. He touched you. 

"I'm Ari," he introduced himself, though you knew that. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

You mumbled your name in response when he kept his eyes on you. He repeated it, like he was tasting it on his tongue. As if he had the right. "How did you find me? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I should-”

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you, sweetheart? Even if you weren't my soulmate, you know how to get a guy's attention."

You yanked your hand away, taking the bottle with it. The action made him smirk and you wished you could slap him. But you were afraid to touch him again. "You're not my soulmate. We don't know each other. And it's going to stay that way. I'm sorry."

He chuckled as if you told him a hilarious joke. "Let me pay for that."

"No thanks," you said, trying to walk around him. You gasped when he gently grabbed your arm to stop you, that current running through you again. Was it like that for everyone? How could they stand it?

"You already feel it," he whispered. 

You wanted to deny it, but he would see through the lie. "I need to go. My boyfriend is waiting for me."

"Leave him."

You chuckled this time at how simple he made it sound. "I'm not breaking up with him."

"Yes, you will. Or he'll break up with you, but I'm counting on you to make the right decision."

"You think you can tell me what to do because we have forced chemistry? It doesn't mean a thing. It isn't real."

Something you could only identify as deadly filled his blue eyes as he stepped closer. "You don't know the shit I've been through… What I've seen. I'm owed something."

The irrational part of you was curious and wanted to comfort him, but the real you took over. "Just because you're owed something doesn't mean I'm going to be your prize. Maybe fate was wrong. And I told you. I have a boyfriend."

"You're loyal. I respect that. But you should end it. It's only going to hurt him if you don't."

"Is that a threat?" you whispered as he brought a hand to your cheek.

"It's a promise," he whispered back. 

You stumbled back, the bottle almost slipping from your hand. "I don't want a soulmate, so stay the hell away from me," you snapped as you walked away. You knew better than to push, but you stopped and looked back. "You know, I can't even feel you in my mind. Maybe this whole thing really is bullshit."

Something in his smile warned you that you just began a dangerous game when you walked away. And that you were going to lose.

"You've been quiet," Luke said as he opened the bottle of wine. 

You were trying to decide how to tell him that Ari found you. It wasn't your fault, but you felt guilty. "Still tired."

"Maybe we can go to bed early," he suggested, smirking as he poured each of you a glass.

"Except I won't be sleeping," you teased, taking a sip as he handed one over. "Mmm. I needed this."

"Didn't I say you had good taste?"

The glass shattered at your feet. Your breathing picked up, trembling from head to toe. Ari's voice was like velvet in your mind, intimately brushing along the walls. A place you never invited him to, but he had the key. And you couldn't take it back. 

"Babe, you okay?" Luke asked frantically, grabbing something to clean up the mess. "Be careful. I don't want you to cut yourself."

You tried to stand still, unsure of what to say. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. That had to be it.

"I know you can hear me."

You didn't move until you felt Luke take your hand. His touch was familiar, but feeling his hand in yours felt… wrong. You refused to accept that. He was the one you wanted. It was your choice.

"You're scaring me. Say something," he urged. 

"Luke," you began, looking at him uneasily. 

"What is it?" he asked, brushing his thumb along your palm.

"If he doesn't stop touching you, I'll break his hand."

You ignored Ari, but the threat was there all the same. "When I went to the liquor store earlier… He was there."

Luke pulled away, your arm falling to your side. You knew he didn't mean it as a hurtful gesture, but it still felt that way. "Did he touch you?"

You flinched at the accusatory tone. "Yes, he did and I'm sorry."

He searched your face, as if he was trying to see through you. "So, you can hear him? He can talk to you?"

You nodded. You weren't going to lie about it.

"Why didn't you tell me as soon as you got home?" 

The accusatory tone again made you angry. "What was there to tell? I told him I have a boyfriend and that soulmates are bullshit. My life is still mine and that's that."

"But he's in your mind now!" he snapped, tapping his temple with his index finger. "You can't just… shut him out!"

"Yes, I can!" you shouted, taking a breath to calm down. "I don't want to fight."

His shoulders slumped as he pulled you into his arms. "Neither do I."

"I love you. This doesn't change anything."

"Oh, sweetheart. It changes everything."

You knew Luke couldn't hear him, but you already felt him slipping through your fingers.

You groaned when Luke held a shirt up from the rack. "No. Absolutely not."

"What? I think this would look good on me," he smiled.

"I wouldn't wipe my ass with that," you joked.

"That's good because I'm wiping my ass with it," he said without skipping a beat.

You burst out laughing as you took it from his hand and put it back. "No. That's a deal breaker," you teased before your smile fell. 

"It's okay, babe. I won't buy the shirt," he promised when you looked around.

"No, it's…" you had that feeling again. Only it wasn't a chill any longer. It was like a blazing fire.

"See someone you know?"

As if on cue, Ari walked into the store. He looked like a predator on the hunt and you couldn't tear your gaze away. It wasn't fair how handsome he was or the fact the power clung to him like a second skin. And the smirk he gave you as he walked your way sent a spike of arousal so sharp your knees almost buckled.

"That's him," you whispered, your heart pounding as you reached for Luke's hand. Instead of taking it, he grabbed your arm instead and pushed you behind him. The protective gesture brought a soft smile to your face.

Ari stopped in front of you and you took a moment to compare the men. Luke wasn't a small guy or easily intimidated, but Ari looked like he could eat him alive. He also looked like he had wanted to toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and take you away.

"You must be the boyfriend," Ari said smoothly. 

"Luke. And you must be her… Oh, wait. Nothing. You're nothing to her."

The words shocked you and filled you with a sense of pride.

Ari smirked as he took a step closer. "End it."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Luke asked.

"I'm her soulmate," he replied confidently. "And I promise it will be much less painful if you just walk away. And if you don't? I'll bust down your door and fuck her right in front of you. Just so you can see how good she should feel before I get rid of you myself."

Blood rushed to your cheeks. Hearing that made you furious, but it didn't stop the image from filling your mind. Your body pinned beneath his, taking everything he gave you, until you screamed.

"You son of a-"

"Stop!" you demanded before they came to blows. "Ari, please. You can't just interfere in our lives. You have to understand that."

Ari's gaze softened surprisingly as it swept over you. "Don't make me do something to him you won't forgive me for."

You swallowed as his voice lingered in your mind. "Please, go."

“Get your stuff and get out. I’ll know if you don’t. Consider that your warning," he said, turning to walk away. You hated the way your eyes followed his frame and the way your heart ached with each step he made.

"We'll be fine," Luke assured you once he was gone. "What could he possibly do?"

"Morning, sweetheart."

Every morning for the last three mornings, the moment you opened your eyes, you were greeted with Ari's deep voice in your mind. And, every morning, you ignored him. You admitted to yourself that it wasn't easy. The natural pull made you want to answer him. 

"Are you getting enough rest? You need your strength."

"When you move in with me, I expect us to have breakfast together. Work can keep me busy, but I won't neglect you."

"We'll have to go shopping together. I want this to feel like your home."

It was always a combination of things. What he wanted to do to you, how he saw your lives together. He always made sure you were taking care of yourself, which didn't make sense to you. He had to know you weren't resting well. Maybe the arrogant asshole was taunting you. 

Oh, you picked up quickly that he was arrogant.

"I woke up so hard thinking about you. Are you wet? I know you're thinking of me. I can feel it."

"This shower would be better if you were in here with me. Your cries would sound so pretty when I bend you over."

"You'll be addicted to my cock. You'll wonder how you went so long without it."

Luke tried not to worry when he saw your strained smile as you both got ready each day, but it was all over his face. Truthfully, you were worried, too. It was a distraction. You weren't sure how much longer you could ignore him. And his words were getting to you. 

When you looked to the future, Luke's face was no longer there. It was a blur. But the focus was slowly shifting to Ari. You tried not to think ahead. You didn't want to see in your mind what your heart was fighting. 

"Let's call in," you suggested as Luke poured his coffee. 

"I can't today. I'm in meetings all day."

"Are you sure? We can go shopping. See a movie. Stay in," you ticked off, giving him a small smile.

Luke set his mug down. "You really want to call in?" he asked suspiciously. "You never skip work. What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is it…" he trailed off, touching his temple. 

"We talked about this. I'm fine," you brushed off.

"No, you talked about it," he argued. "You keep saying you're fine, but he isn't leaving your head, is he?"

"No, he isn't, but I'm ignoring him. I haven't answered him at all."

"And how's that working out for you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"It's fine, like I said. I thought you were on my side. You said we'd be fine," you reminded him. And you had believed him. 

"I am on your side, but ignoring him isn't the answer.”

"Then what do you suggest?" you pressed. Because you certainly didn't know what to do.

Luke contemplated before he grabbed his phone. "I'll see if I can conference in from here. I don't want you here by yourself. You take the day off and try to get some sleep. We'll figure this out."

"Thank you," you whispered, getting your own phone to message your boss.

"I'll keep the door shut so the noise doesn't bother you," he said, kissing your forehead before he made his call.

You groaned as you flopped back on your bed a few minutes later. Thankfully, your boss was understanding and you had more than enough personal time saved up. Maybe Luke was right. Sleep would help and your head would be clear.

"Skipping work, huh?"

You groaned again. Of course, he knew. God, how did others stand someone being in their minds? The strange thing was, it didn't feel bad with him. That pissed you off because it shouldn't have felt good.

"Talk to me."

You closed your eyes, seeking out the link. You weren't sure what you were doing, but instinct took over. "Ari, you need to stop this."

"You have a beautiful voice."

The compliment made you heart somersault before you could stop it. "Thank you."

"So tell me what's so bad about being mine."

"That right there. You think I'm yours. You feel as if you have some kind of claim on me when you don't. I built a life for myself and I don't want to live depending on another. I know that isn't fair to you and I'm sorry."

"I built a life for myself, too, but I'm adapting so you can be part of it. We can adjust to this together, but you have to give me something to work with."

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I can't. I'm sorry."

“Don’t you feel empty, too, being apart from me?”

One of the bitter things about soulmates was the distance. Too much time apart, especially denying the bond, made it harder. “I’m not talking about this anymore. You need to try and forget about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

"There are plenty of others out there."

"They aren't you, sweetheart. They'll never be you. Trust me. I tried to fuck you out of my heart before I even met you. All it did was make me feel empty. And now that I have you, you think I want to let you go?"

Your gut twisted at his words. "You don't have me."

"But I will and it's going to feel so good.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart beating faster. “Please, don’t say anything else.”

"Just imagine it, sweetheart. On my knees in front of you, slowly peeling down your soaked panties. Oh, we both know you'd be drenched and twitching for me."

Your pussy clenched as an image of him looking up at you, his pupils blown, flashed behind your eyes. "Ari."

"Fuck, I can practically taste you on the tip of my tongue. So sweet. So wet."

You gasped, swearing that you felt his tongue lick a strip along your folds. Fuck, you felt his beard, too. How was that possible? "Stop."

"But the first time I really make you come will be on my cock," you could hear the gravel in his voice. "You're going to say my name when you do. And when I fill MY sweet cunt, you'll know in your fucking soul that you. Are. Mine." 

You almost reached between your legs to relieve the ache, but you gripped the sheets instead. "Ari, stop!"

"That's not what you really want. You know what you want more than to be wrecked by my cock? You want to feel whole. I'm the only one who can do that."

You wanted to scream in defiance. Or burst into tears. There were cracks in your heart that you didn’t know existed, but what did he have to fill them?

"Believe it or not, I actually admire your will. I'm not trying to break it. But we'll see how much longer you last."

You took off the rest of the week and couldn't find it in your heart to feel bad. Not with the images that refused to leave your mind no matter how hard you tried to block them out. You scrubbed the counter, unable to stay still as you tried to distract yourself. Adrenaline continued to surge through your veins as you finished, moving to the next task. 

You used to pride yourself on your resolve, but maybe you were weak. How else could you explain how easily and quickly you were breaking down? You wiped your hands when you heard the front door open, rushing to see Luke. He was there. He was real.

"Hey, babe. I thought I'd come home early and-"

You pressed your mouth to his, not giving him a chance to breathe. "Bed," you ordered as he picked you up. 

"I really need to talk to you," he tried as you kissed along his jaw.

"Bed," you said again.

He groaned as he carried you, not questioning what had gotten into you. Not even a minute later, you were tossed on the bed. Luke crawled up your body, his mouth finding yours again as pinned you down. You reached down and popped open the button of his pants as you kissed him deeper, making him gasp when you unzipped them and pushed them down as far as you could.

"Babe, we can go slow," he offered, sitting up a bit when you hiked up your shirt.

"Just fuck me," you hissed desperately, pushing your underwear down. You could talk later. "Please, just fuck me," you begged in a softer tone, reaching for him when he took himself out of his underwear. 

Luke was always good to you with foreplay, making sure you were ready. But you saw the lust in his eyes from your demand as he settled between your thighs. There was something else there that almost made you pause. Why did it look like his heart was breaking? He slid his hands beneath your ass to lift you before you could think more on it, the head of his cock rubbing against your slick hole, before he slid in. 

You moaned as you closed your eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep you steady. The familiar stretch had you clenching around him and you wondered just how quickly it would take for you to get off. The broken whimper you let out made him groan as he pressed you further into the mattress.

"I love you so much," his voice cracked as he thrust deeper.

"I love you, too."

His mouth found your neck as he rocked his hips, his beard making you shiver as it scratched your skin. Your eyes flew open as your nails dug into Luke's skin because he didn't have a beard. "Luke," you gasped.

He moaned your name as you looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in ecstasy. You blinked and you saw Ari above you, staring right into your eyes. You felt him in you. Blinking again, it shifted back to Luke. Your body went lax beneath his as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"How badly do you need to come, sweetheart?"

The hands that moved to your hips felt different. It wasn't the touch you knew, but it was the touch you craved. It terrified you. You dared to open your eyes again and all you saw was Ari. Your soulmate. Bringing you higher and higher.

"Please."

"Come. Give him one last treat."

You couldn't stop your body from seizing, crying out from your release. You didn't give yourself a chance to enjoy it as the image fell away, shoving Luke off of you as you tried to catch your breath. He called after you as you rolled from the bed and bolted to the bathroom. You barely had a chance to shut and lock it before you went to the toilet, retching.

The pounding at the door seconds later didn't even make you look up. "Babe, are you sick?" he asked, trying the handle. "Please, let me in."

"Be right out!" you called, gagging again as you began to cry. How could you face Luke when you thought about Ari? When you felt him? How could you tell him you came because of another man? 

"He'll get over it."

"Shut up! Shut UP!"

"He will. He knows he's losing you. He lost you before he even had you. And he has his own soulmate out there. You do realize you're hurting them, too?"

You got to your feet, your stomach still rolling as you went to rinse your mouth. "Please, leave me alone. Please.”

"It hurts when you reject me. I know you can't stop thinking about me. I know you ache for me. I ache for you, too."

You wiped your eyes, looking in the mirror. You looked worn out. "I mean it, Ari. Stay the hell away from us and stay out of my mind."

"All this hurt and pain for what? Giving fate the middle finger just so you can say that you're right? Guess what, sweetheart? You're wrong. And I am fucking tired of you denying me. So… fucking tired."

You rubbed your arms as a chill rolled down your spine. The soft growl in his soft voice was enough to intimidate you, which angered you because you didn't owe him a thing. You stubbornly clung to that.

"I'll see you soon."

*****

Luke sat on the sofa with you, not speaking for a few minutes after you told him what happened. You felt sick seeing the look of betrayal on his face. "Do you love him?"

"What?! No. How could you ask me that?" you asked. "I love you."

"But you're thinking of him. You're seeing him," he said, putting his face in his hands. "I've seen others fall apart. I didn't think it would happen to us."

"Falling apart? It hasn't even been a week since we saw him at the store."

"And look at you!" he shouted as he lifted his head, making you move back. "You're skipping work. You're thinking of him when we're sleeping together. You realize it's only going to get worse, right?"

Your lip trembled as you shook your head. "No. We love each other. That's enough to make it work."

Luke stood up, slowly pacing back and forth. "Except it isn't enough."

"Yes, it is," you said, standing up to take his hand. 

"No, it isn't," he said, stepping back before you could touch him. "That's why I came home early."

"Why?" you whispered when he wouldn't look you in the eye. "Why?!"

"Because I’m saying we're done," he whispered, tears in his eyes as he finally looked at you. "I love you. I do, but… I can't do this. Neither can you."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do," he said with a finality that broke your heart. 

"Did something happen?" you asked, tears clogging your throat when he shook his head. Was that why he looked so heartbroken in bed? Because he knew he would walk away? "I don't want to lose you or what we have. Please."

"I'll stay somewhere else for the next few days until we can get this sorted,” Luke sniffled, like he was trying to hold himself together. "I'm thankful I had you as long as I did. And I know love exists because of you. I'm always going to cherish that."

You let the tears flow freely. You two were supposed to beat fate. But was this the path all along?  "So, that's really it. You're done with us?"

Luke took cautious steps toward you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he said against your skin, walking around you as you crumpled to the floor. 

Sobs wracked your frame as you tried to process what just happened. It felt like another bad image in your mind, but the sound of the door slamming shut made you cry harder. He walked away. Was it your fault?

You cried until your head hurt, not lifting yourself from the floor when you stopped. You expected to feel Ari’s voice brush in your mind, but you didn’t hear anything. There was no warmth. No comfort. Nothing.

“Ari?” 

You were met with silence. That was what you wanted all along. So why did it feel like your heart broke all over again?

A knock at the door made you open your eyes. You pulled yourself up, cracking your neck. Sleeping on the floor wasn’t your brightest idea, but you were too hurt to care. You didn’t even check your reflection before you went to open it.

You felt the warmth before you saw Ari on the other side. You wanted to bask in it. As he stepped inside, making you step back, you wanted to know why he was there. And how he found you. But he was your soulmate. He would always know where you were and when you would need him.

"Are you happy?" you asked. “He left. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

When Ari didn't respond you shoved his chest. It was like pushing a wall of pure muscle as he stared with that stoic expression. You tried again and he didn't budge, your anger surging.

"Damn you! And fuck you!" you shouted, your mental walls crumbling to rubble. "You ruined everything! Because of you, I lost the man I lo-"

Ari gripped the back of your head before you could finish the word, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. He bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth. His tongue followed, slipping into your mouth as you gasped. The dam broke completely as the taste of bittersweet sorrow was forever committed to your memory.  

"Don't say his fucking name and don't you dare you say you love him. I'm going to spend all weekend fucking him from your memories until all you know is me."

The distinct sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, your breasts spilling free from the ruined shirt. “What are you-”

“You were soaked the moment you saw me. Don’t deny it,” he snarled, your panties joining the torn shirt on the floor.

You felt his hunger and it fueled your own. His need filled your mind until it was all that you felt. It was manipulative. It was euphoric. The desire that only a soulmate could fulfill.

“He’s gone, but I’m here. He gave up on you, but you have me.”

His hands explored you as he sought the silken heat of your mouth again. Every touch lit a fire under your skin. You leaned into it, wanting it branded on your skin. Your heart began to piece itself back together as much as you wanted to wallow in the pain.

“Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To know that you have someone who will never let you go?”

“I don’t love you,” you argued as he stripped down. Why weren’t you stopping him? Why did you want to see all of him?

“You’ll learn to love me. Unlike you, I took the time to explore your mind. Because I never left.”

You trembled as you saw his muscles ripple. He really was built like a god. And you knew he was there in your head. He would always be there.

“I love you with everything I have,” he swore, his hands finding your breasts with ease. They ached and swelled as you pushed against his palms. It was like your body wasn’t your own. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Your throat tightened as he took you to the floor, like the bed was too far away. Fighting this bond ruined the life you had. You knew you would never have it back. With Ari hovering over you, you felt ruined all over again because you needed him. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and you didn't care if they made you look weak. You had never felt so helpless in your life, but he was there to anchor you.

“Do you remember what I said?” he asked as he slapped his hard cock against your pussy. The feel made you jolt. Would he tear you in half with it? As much as you feared the pain, you knew your body would accept him. “You’re going to scream my name when you come on my cock. That’s a fucking promise.”

He surged forward and sheathed you in one, deep thrust. You cried out in protest, even as your body molded to his. He gripped your chin when you tried to look away, making sure your eyes were focused on him. 

“Relax, sweetheart. You were made for me.”

His hips rolled once some of the tension left your body, his grip sliding to your neck. Your pulse beat frantically as he surged in and out, feeling him squeeze gently before he let go. Each movement drove out the terrible longing you felt. Your back was likely to be sore later from how he was taking you, but you didn’t care.

“I would have made our first time beautiful if you let me. Gentle. Tender. But you’re fucking stubborn. And this is just as good.”

He pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside you, snapping his hips to bury himself into your wet heat. He repeated the motion as you shouted, a dark smirk on his handsome face. Your arms slipped around his neck, keeping him close as he thrust deep. You shuddered as your eyes rolled back, your hips moving restlessly against his. 

"There you go, sweetheart. Your pretty little hole is hungry for my cock. Knew you’d take me so well.”

“Fuck!” you cried, your body humming in undeniable pleasure. You felt him in your heart, mind, body and soul. He was everywhere. You’d never get him out. And, after having a taste, your soul didn’t want to let him go.

“You’re mine, do you understand me?” he grunted as you tried to meet his thrusts.

“Yes,” you moaned, shuddering again. The countless, perfect thrusts had you clenching rhythmically around him. A hand reached up to grab his hair, unsure if you wanted to make him groan in pleasure or pain. 

“Say you’re mine,” he growled, licking his thumb before he reached between your bodies. You nearly sobbed when he found your clit. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” you shouted, seeing him flash a smirk again as he rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. “Please.”

“Please what?” 

“Cocky bastard,” you thought. 

“Heard that. You know what you need. Just say it.”

“Please, let me come!” you begged, your head falling back as the last word ended on a choked breath.

“Come on my cock and say my name, sweetheart,” he said, pinching your clit.

You screamed his name, nearly sobbed it, as you arched and clutched at him. It was the most powerful orgasm of your life, the aura around Ari exploding in colors you didn’t know existed. Your cunt sucked him in to the point it was almost painful to keep him there, but your body refused to let him go.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, you drenched me. Trying to drown me with your beautiful pussy. Never letting you go.”

You were pliant as you lay there, your body still buzzing as he lost his rhythm and rutted into you. The warm splash on your insides moments later was like the final balm you needed, his moan of pleasure sealing the fate you denied. You were complete. And you knew he was, too.

You shook again as you clung to him, trying to catch your breath. You felt the link from your mind spread everywhere, irrevocably tying the two of you together. The intensity almost smothered you. He rubbed your side soothingly as he kissed over to your ear, panting gently against it. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whispered.

“And I’m yours. Don’t forget that.”

Barely a week. That was all it took to make you forget Luke and wear you down.

Ari studied you later as you slept, smiling to himself as he touched your cheek. He leaned over to check his phone when he knew you wouldn’t stir, dialing one of his contacts. “Where is he?” 

“Checked into a hotel. We have eyes on him.” “Keep it that way,” Ari said, looking down at you again. “Remember, if he comes back this way before we’re gone, kill him and his family.”

“Consider it done. Though I would think the visit we paid him at his office would have been enough to scare him away for good. But, Ari, are you sure you still want him alive?” 

Ari smirked a little. “She thinks he gave up on her and he’s going to have to carry that around the rest of his life. Each time he looks at his family, it’ll be a reminder of what he let go of. And he knows she’s really mine because he was too much of a coward to actually fight for her.”

“You really are a cruel bastard.”

“I know, but I warned him. He should have let go when he had the chance,” he chuckled, wrapping a leg around you to keep you close. “And my girl really is special. She’ll adjust.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll make her. She’s my soulmate, after all.”

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➼ how he eats you out

hi guys, i’m sorry for being absent for so long. college really took most of my time. and since the beginning of my summer vacation i haven’t been motivated to do shit :(

i’ll edit any mistakes later, enjoy

warning(s) bakugou is aged up in this drabble and both characters are of age and legal consent, oral sex, fingering, etc. 

bakugou katsuki

bakugou is always in full control, one hand pressing your arching hips back down on the bed. other hand, fingers deep in your cunt.

teases the fuck out of you until your pretty eyes well up with tears of frustration.

loves to have you beg him for what you want and will not let you cum without his permission.

he loves when he has to push your thighs apart because your pretty little pussy is so sensitive.

  ☆。*。☆。 ☆。*。☆。

bakugou’s hand smoothes over the lace of the crotch of your panties feeling the wet spot right in the center of them. he smirks as he kisses just below your navel before he blows onto the soaked fabric.

“katsuki, please,” you gasp, begging for him to finally pull the soaked fabric from your aching cunt. 

“since my baby asked so nicely,” he whispers against your abdomen as he lifts your hips to slide the panties down your thighs ever so slowly. 

he groans deeply as he looks at your soaked pussy, taking two fingers to trace the wetness gathered between your folds. “such a pretty fucking pussy,” he says as his thumb gently circles your clit.

“i need it, katsu. p-please,” your breath hitches before you can finish begging. a low moan bubbles in your throat when his tongue swipes up from your entrance to your clit. “fuck, katsu.”

your legs tremble as one hand pins your hips down to the bed, the other hand spreading your thighs to accommodate his broad shoulders. he eats you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. his plump lips wrap around your throbbing clit and he sucks harshly making you keen.

“fuck, baby. c’mon be louder for me,” his deep voice vibrates against your clit. bakugou pushess two thick fingers into your entrance without warning, sending your hips thrusting into the air at the sudden intrusion. 

“i’m gonna cum. c-can i p-please cum, katsuki. p-please baby,” you whine as he adds in a third finger. the stretch is delicious and has your legs trembling against his shoulders, caging his head in between your thighs. 

his tongue sucks harshly at your clit while his fingers crook upwards to successfully find your g-spot. “i love to hear you beg, babygirl. cum for me, i know you want to,” he moans against your pussy, eyes peering to look at your face twisted in pleasure.

“cum on my fingers like a good fuckin’ slut,” he quickens his pace as he watches your tits bounce at the rough movements of his fingers. “let me see you cum, baby.”

“f-fuck, katsu, i-i’m cumming,” you cry out as your back arches from the bed and your thighs clench shut around his head. 

bakugou releases a guttural moan as he kitten licks at your clit, your walls squeezing his fingers. he licks at your entrance, cleaning your juices leaking onto the inside of your thighs. his fingers never stop their torturous pace, and has you releasing high pitched moans.

“oh m-my god, katsuki. i-i can’t anymore,” you wail, fingers threaded in his blonde hair to try to pull him from your aching cunt.

“you’re so fucking sexy, y/n,” he says as he finally pulls his fingers from your spent cunt. your body goes lax against the sheets as he kisses from your stomach until he finally meets your lips in a heated kiss.

he pushes his tongue into your mouth, you moan when you taste yourself. your lips part from his as you gasp for air. bakugou has a smug smirk on his lips while he takes in your exhausted form.

“you didn’t think we were done, babygirl? did you?” bakugou asks while pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers. “on your knees, y/n.”

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