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hotdilfs11 · 5 months
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.  .   ˚ . Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg
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✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)
✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?
✩ warnings. cursing, threats
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Beth's house-
A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.
He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"
I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"
I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"
"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.
I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.
He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought
with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.
A months later:
Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.
Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.
“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.
My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”
Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.
I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.
Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car
with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."
I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.
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chiaracognigniart · 1 month
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Aemond and Alys WIP for #SixCharacters ship challenge commissionated by me, inspired by my AU fic The Doom in Our Blood comes Back
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softestqueeen · 6 months
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let me teach you pt.2
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pairing: Steve Rogers x afab!reader x Bucky Barnes
summary: You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…
warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, p in v sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, breeding, threesome, mmf threesome, manhandling, slight size kink, captain kink, fingering (f receiving), no aftercare
wordcount: 2006 words
a/n: As promised, here is the part 2 of ‘let me teach you’! Enjoy <3
Part 1
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But soon enough their touches were not as innocent anymore. Bucky’s hand got suspiciously close to your core and Steve let the hand that he laid over your shoulders, slowly wander to your breasts.
When you realised where this was going, you removed their hands from your body and turned around, so you were practically laying on top of Bucky.
You looked into his eyes and started to kiss him. Before it got too heated though, you pulled away.
You thought to yourself “do I really want to have a threesome at my workplace? Even in my office one of my colleagues could want something or just walk in for a chat”, but when the next moment Steve started kissing you, all your common sense was chucked out of the window.
Since you were still sitting on Bucky lap you could feel his dick getting harder underneath you. He gripped your waist and started kissing your neck as he pressed your cunt against his errection. You moaned into Steves mouth and gripped his hair.
You pulled away from them and got up to catch your breath. The short break gave you time to calculate your next move.
The two men looked at you, slightly panting, still sitting on the couch, anticipating what you’re going to do.
You locked eyes with Steve, and he gave you one of his knee-weakening smiles. You went to stand between his spread legs, his thick thighs straining the fabric of his jeans.
You got on your knees in front of him and looked up at him through your lashes. With an innocent smile you palmed his erection through his trousers, earning a needy whine from him. You started to unfasten his belt while he gathered your hair in his hand, making a makeshift ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.
You freed his already painfully hard errection from his boxers and gave him a few lazy strokes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip. You could hear his breath getting laboured and when you took his head into your mouth and sucked on it he moaned loudly.
Unfortunately you couldn’t be as loud as you wanted, in fear of someone hearing the three of you, so you pulled off of him and turned to Bucky, “Could you please shut him up?”, you told him before adding with a wink, “Can’t have anyone catch us now, can we, Stevie?”
At the mention of someone catching or even seeing the three of you, a drop of precum escaped the blonds slit.
You made eye contact with him, leaned down, and licked up the drop. You pulled away for a second before taking him again, this time deeper, using your tongue to trace the veins on his cock.
Before he could moan again, Bucky cover the blondes’ lips with his own and caught all the moans that could escaped him.
With every bob of your head, you took him a bit deeper, until your nose hit his pelvis and his head the back of your throat. You started to suck on him while going up and down his cock, his thick length throbbing inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.
You could feel him holding your head in place and starting to thrust into your mouth. You let him have his moment of power and moved your tongue over him while he fucked your face.
You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to stutter and his thick cock twitching in your mouth.
Lifting your hands from your thighs you placed them on his, holding him down and taking over.
You started to deep throat him again, sucking on him and using your tongue to trace his veins. You took away one of your hands and the moment you started to fondle his balls, you could feel him twitching and releasing inside of you, cumming down your throat.
You kept on sucking him off, wanting his high to last, but became slower and slower until you finally pulled off your now panting boyfriend.
When you pulled off him, you could see your red lipstick smeared onto his thick length, now mixes with your spit and traces of his cum.
Just now you noticed how wet you were. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and you were glad you didn’t wear trousers today, because you could have tossed them in the trash now. Instead, you chose to wear a cute skirt today.
You were still kneeling on the floor, so Bucky bent down and pulled you up by the waist. He bent you over the armrest of the couch, so your ass was stuck up in the air and presented to him.
Now you were really glad that there wasn’t a strict dresscode at your university because it allowed the brunette easy access to your pussy, where you needed him the most.
He made quick work of your tights by ripped them, before looking at your now exposed (and completely soaked) panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess!”, he almost huffed before slowly stroking over your clothed cunt.
You let out an airy moan before slowly starting to lean into his touch. But, unfortunately for you, he pulled away from you.
Before you could complain though, he pulled you panties to the side and inserted two of his metal fingers with ease, your wetness being the perfect lube.
You had to press on of your hands onto your mouth to stop an embarrassingly loud moan from escaping your mouth at the feel of his cold fingers pressing into your pussy.
Bucky kept on fucking you with his fingers, slowly adding two more. You were already close, clenching down onto his hands, when he pulled out of you.
You could hear the clink of a belt being unfastened and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
You let go of your mouth and whined impatiently, but quickly had to cover your mouth again when you felt Bucky pulling your panties aside again and his fat tip entering your tight pussy.
He didn’t waste anytime and immediately filled you to the brim with his cock. Even after he prepared you with his fingers, he felt so big inside of you.
After he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, he almost pulled out completely before thrusting into you again, building up a slow but deep rhythm.
Even though you tried your best to stay quiet it was getting harder and harder, the more he sped up.
Steve was already hard again from the sight of his two lovers fucking. Damn that super solder stamina, he thought.
But he noticed your struggle and got in front of you. You looked up at him, almost cumming at the sight of him fully dressed, head slightly tilted back, cock out, your red lipstick still evident on his length, red, flushed and stroking it.
He locked eyes with you and sent you a smile.
“Wanna finish what you started, princess?”, Steve asked in a teasing voice before demanding, “Clean your Captains cock.” You just nodded, opening your mouth, and letting your tongue hang out, not trusting yourself to form any words, let alone a sentence. Bucky was still ramming into you, getting faster and sending you forwards with every harsh thrust of his hips.
He went to grab the back of your head for the second time that day and slowly inserted himself. Before you got the chance to get used to his inhuman size, he started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest, matching Bucky’s rhythm.
Every time one of their cocks pulled out of you, the other thrust back in.
Bucky leaned forward and started kissing your neck. You could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the sensation making a shiver roll down your spine and new wetness rush to your pussy.
Bucky let out a moan, that he quickly tried to muffle by biting into the exposed flesh of your shoulder, when you clenched around him.
Though that resulted into you moaning around Steve’s length, which then made Steve groan.
With every thrust Bucky pushed you onto Steve’s cock and the feeling of your warm mouth around him and the drool he could feel trickling down his balls made his second release come faster than he wanted to admit.
When you felt him gripping your hair harder and his thrust becoming uneven, you sucked him harder and started to move your head over his length, meeting his thrusts.
When Steve felt you moan against his cock again, it was over. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, muffling the loud moan that threatened to escape his mouth, his other hand pressing you onto his cock, while he shot thick ropes of his cum down your throat.
The sensations became too much for you. Bucky still relentlessly thrusting into you, his hot breathing next to your ear, Steve holding you down onto his length while he came down your throat, it was just too much!
With a shout around Steve’s still leaking cock, you came, clenching around Bucky who bit into your shoulder again, but didn’t halter his thrusts.
After Steve pulled out of you, Bucky let go of your shoulder and leaned back. He pulled out off you, earning a whine, before flipping you over and swiftly entering you again.
Before he started to fuck you though, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist, his cock still snugly nested into your pussy.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him, and started kissing whatever you could reach. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face.
He sat you onto your desk, your hips on the edge, before he loosened his grip on your waist to gently press your body down on the table. You loved it when one of them manhandled you like this, it always reminded you of their strength when they easily moved your around like you were a bag of feathers.
He slowly started to thrust into you again, picking up his earlier pace in no time.
Your legs were on either side of his waist hand he had a bruising grip on the base of your thighs, where thigh meets ass.
He suddenly let go of your thighs but reaching underneath them so your legs where over his arms, before gripping your waist again.
“Lift those pretty hips for me, love. You’re doing so good for me, our pretty girl”, Bucky told you while filling you over and over again with his fat cock.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat in your belly starting to feel like a fire, as he grabbed your waist even harder for better leverage.
At this point, only your head and shoulders touched your desk and by the way the brunette’s thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close too.
The new angle made you see stars and you fell over the edge.
Bucky was quick enough to cover your lips with his, muffling your screams of ecstasy and his own groans, with a hypnotising kiss.
You could feel him shooting ropes of his cum into you, filling you up impossibly more.
When you both came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and placed your legs back on the floor. He pulled down your skirt again and combed his fingers through your now tussled hair.
As you stood upright again, you could feel his cum drip into your underwear, now definitely ruining your panties.
After the you decided that you all looked presentable enough to leave, you packed up your things while trying to calm your heartrate.   “Well, if this is how we always end up when you visit me at work, feel free to visit me at any time”, you said with a wink, making the three of you laugh before you left the room, eager to go home.
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed these 2k words of filth! If you did, please leave some notes, likes and comments. feedback is of course always appreciated! <3
taglist: @silvermagnolias, @milywatermelon
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luvghostie · 2 years
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╰┈➤𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘.ೃ࿐
{𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦}
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Cartman: what the hell? Hey, stop that...
Cartman is usually an asshole to you but seeing you cry made him psychically hurt
He’d bring you to his house if he could, to play games, eat food, and distress if you needed
If you want something specific that he doesn't have he'll make his mom go get it
“No mam, they want cheesy bread!!”
Don't worry, if she doesn't get it right the first time he'll make her go back to the store again
He tries to ask what's wrong but rude remarks end up in the mix
Instead, he'd ask his mother to do it for him
Cartman doesn't want to seem like he cares since it makes him feel weak. However, please know he's trying his best to make you feel better. Even he has problems and he understands where you come from.
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Kyle: what’s wrong? Did someone say something to you?
Kyle will sit and talk with you until you feel better. He doesn’t want to bring you back to his house or anything because his mom. Regardless, he still cares about how you feel.
He’ll make sure to share his food if it comforted you and he’d even buy you something with his money to see you smile
He kinda wants to blame Cartman for causing you to cry since it seems reasonable
“Did that fat ass do this to you?”
If it was Cartman he'd more than likely storm off to beat his ass
Kyle will try his hardest to protect you from hateful remarks from thereon. Putting himself between you and the drama for distance.
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Kenny: *muffled* hey... It's okay, I'm here for you now Y/N
Kenny would listen to you talk about what was happening. He'll take it all in, trying to figure out what to say
Like Kyle, if it was someone specific who made you cry he'd beat their ass
Kenny would risk seeing you happy and better at any cost even if it meant him dying in the process (not like he won't come back anyway)
Will offer to skip class with you or walk to your house
*muffled* “let's go to your house, we can cuddle while you let it all out there.”
If you wanted him to he'll stay the night and go everywhere alongside you
Don't even think for a second that this is just a one-time thing. If he sees you even the slightest bit upset, get ready for a slumber party
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
Stan: I-um.. You okay?
Stanley will have a tough time trying to understand why you're crying or generally being comfroting
His natural reaction is to say “yeah, life sucks” but he genuinely cares about you so he'll stop himself
Stan will slowly reach to rub your back, scared that you'll get angry at him. Once he places his hand he begins to loosen up and feels so much sympathy for you.
“Y/N, just remember, to me you'll always be someone important and you are good enough”
Stan lets you talk for a while, pitching in when he needs to so you know he's listening
Once you get done crying and feel better he'll walk with you to wherever you're going making sure nothing brings you down before you get to your destination
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Lighter Pt.2
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Ask and ye shall receive :))
TW: Blood, death, angst
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You feel a sense of disconnect, being able to see your own body. It had been that way since you slipped into a coma on the evac. Just you, your body, and the voices.
There are voices, almost uninterpretable, that call to you from beyond the veil. You do not hear the words they say, but you recognize them. They belong to your mother, to your best friend, to a fellow soldier, to all people who have died under your care. They want you to join them, but the voices are faint and do not sway you. Instead, you tether yourself to the man sitting by your bedside. For 12 short hours, he kept you tethered to the mortal plane. And then there was a tightness in your chest and the tether snapped. 
It had been an interesting experience. In surgery, you had flatlined 3 times, but each time it felt like there was a tether holding you to your body, keeping you from following the voices.  But later, in the ICU with Ghost by your side, you felt the tether disappear. There was a sudden tightness, the first sensation you’d felt since slipping into the coma, and then the tether just snapped. You felt yourself fading, the voices growing louder and louder and louder. Your body tingled and you stretched out a hand, reaching for the voices, wanting to end the discomfort and just go. 
But then there was a spark, and you felt as though someone dumped a bucket of cold water over your skin. The voices faded, and you came back to yourself, tethered once more.
“Their heart gave out.” The doctors said, “The combined stress from blood loss and shock sent them into organ failure.”  You had watched in sick fascination as you were placed on life support, a machine keeping your heart beating and lungs breathing. For the past 3 days you had sat with Ghost, watching your chest rise and fall and rise and fall in a rhythmic motion.
“Listen, Y/N. I’m not- I’m not big on…on words.” He shifted slightly, “but the doctor said talking is supposed to help you. I don’t bloody know how, but I said I would give it a try. I-” He paused, fidgeting with his gloves, “-I don’t-” He paused again, thinking, “-I’m sorry.” He finally managed to get out. 
“About everything. You should never have been on the bloody mission, but when Price said we were working with another team, I jumped at the chance to work with you.” He paused, taking a steadying breath, “Which is stupid, considering I haven’t been able to say ‘I love you’ to your face.” 
“And I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that I never say ‘I love you’, that I’m never affectionate in public, that I don’t compliment you like I should. I'm sorry that I’m such a fucking bastard all the time.” Now that he’s started  talking, it's almost like he can’t stop. It feels like you are watching a train that you know is going to crash, and you can’t stop it, but you can’t look away either. 
“I’m sor-” His breath catches, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry that you got shot. I’m sorry, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry. I swear, I swear, if you wake up, I will spend every waking moment making it up to you. I will do whatever you want just-” He pauses, hands trembling, “-just please wake up.” 
“Please don’t.” You whisper, “Please don’t do this to yourself.” You wrap your spectral arms around him, nestling your chin on his head, trying to provide comfort that neither of you can feel.
He hasn’t left your bedside in 5 days, despite urging from Soap, Price, and even Gaz.
“I’m not leaving them alone. What if their heart gives out for good and I’m not there?” Had been his response every time someone tried to get him to leave. The doctors had only made his stubbornness worse. 
“If they can’t breathe on their own, then there is no hope of recovery. We are going to take them off the ventilator tomorrow and put them on a cannula, but if their lungs can inflate on their own, we may have to pull the plug.” The doctor had told Ghost yesterday, face full of sympathy. So now you stood by your bedside, hand on Ghost's back, watching the nurses take you off the ventilator.
It is equal parts disgusting and fascinating, watching them pull the tube from your throat. Disgusting, because they were pulling a tube from your throat, and fascinating, because, well, there was a tube being pulled from your throat. 
Almost immediately the tightness is back, squeezing like a vice. It is different this time. The world around you fades, and the voices come back, soft and inviting.  
“Come home.” The whisper to you.
Breathe, c’mon you can do this
“We miss you.” 
Please Y/N
The air is warm and comfortable, the scent of your childhood home filing the room.
Breathe please, I’m begging you dove
“Come ooooon Y/N!” The voice of your best friend echoes in your ears, drowning out the rest of the world. You reach for him, wanting to join, but something stops you. 
BREATHE Y/N
“It's not your time.” Your teammate whispers to you, her hand pushing you back to safety, just like she did the night she died. There is one high-pitched, steady beep in the back of your mind. 
Please, Y/N Please!
“Go back.” She says. She shoves you harder and suddenly you are back in the hospital. Ghost is crying, actually crying, and the nurses and doctors are frantically trying to get you to breathe. Your heart monitor is one long, steady line. 
“Go back.” She says again to you. She shoves you one more time and everything goes dark. 
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oneshotnewbie · 1 year
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Olivia benson x reader where the reader is Olivia’s daughter and a perp runs into her during the chase and hurts the reader and Olivia catches the perp and then mother daughter fluff
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Authors note: It's pretty short but I just don't have the time or motivation to write right now. I hope you still like it, even if it doesn't correspond to the extent that you know from me ♥
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"Idiot, watch where you are going!" you yelled in the direction where the man next to you landed face down onto the street. He fell to his knees in front, not bringing his hand forward in time to steady himself and smacked face first onto the sidewalk. Something cracked, his glasses or his nose- probably both.
Your elbow suddenly turned into the sensation of lightning and fiery pain and you placed it in the palm of your hand. Out of frustration and flooded with throbbing pain in your entire upper arm, the heel of your boot intentionally dug into the side of his thigh and let him groan out in pain.
His head dragged on the floor, trying to protect his face from the small stones scraping the skin like sandpaper. A piece of his broken glasses got caught in the ground and cut his face in his movement. The dripping blood out of his deep laceration on his cheek, intensified that angry, devilish smirk that he threw at you.
His long brown hair, which was sticking out in all directions after your collision, almost made his eyes disappear. Your gaze traveled further down his body and got stuck on his hands. Within them, he held something that had a razor-sharp blade and reflected the sun´s rays.
The knife lay at your feet and the movement of his hand scraped the rough concrete with a metallic sound. Fearful, you backed up slowly trying to gain some space between the two of you and swallowed hard as you watched him hesitate. Instead of lunging at you, he looked around, apparently trying to get away from someone.
Not five seconds later, you felt and heard more noises behind you; rough and loud footsteps rushing towards you at a rapid pace, creaking on the concrete floor, mingling with hounded voices; voices of people you knew.
Sergeant Finn Tutola, your mother´s best friend, bent down in front of you and briefly jolted you out of your thoughts. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he asked in surprise and grabbed the man´s feet before pulling him off the sidewalk away from you and onto the street. Pistol holstered, his hands gripped the suspect´s upper arm and twisted him onto his back before pulling him up.
"Just catching a little break. There are not enough benches in the area so I figured why not just sit out here?" the dark-haired shakes his head with laughter at your sarcasm and reached out a hand to pull you up from the cold ground. Thanking, you clasped his hands in your non-painful one and jumped up.
Around the corner of the street on which you were now standing across from each other, another figure ran towards you and you could already see from afar that it was your mother who came to support her best friend. The brunette dogged her heels into the gravel when she realized her sergeant had everything in control, but gave you a questioning look, eyebrows furrowed as she jogged the last few meters standing between you.
"Hey mom"
"Your daughter caught this one" he thrust his arm forward, which he had anchored around the young man´s handcuffed wrist, and nudged the suspect a little to add more emphasis to his sentence. Proudly, he smiles at you softly. "Now off to the police station with you. You have a lot to explain"
Olivia stood at your side and tucked a strand of hair, that had become tangled on your face from the gentle breeze, behind your ear. "What happened?" she asked worried as she stepped closer to you. You looked like you were in pain and judging by your jacket, it had suffered too. Her hand tentatively rested on one of your shoulders and ran down the leather of your jacket until she came to a larger cut that parted the material.
"What a crap," you scolded under your breath and looked at the place where you felt her fingers on your skin; stirring over the split leather. "Your suspect knocked me to the ground because the idiot did not see me"
You grimaced in pain as you braced your elbow in your hand again. Your mother was shocked at first- she did not tolerate any missteps when it came to you and you knew instantly, that the young man will later face an short-tempered woman who would make his life hell in the interrogation room.
The brunette quickly but carefully began to slide your jacket off your shoulders, exposing your slowly discolored skin. She gasped when she saw the blue color running from your elbow to the middle of your forearm. With every step that she tried to move your arm to get a closer look, your body tensed in front of her.
Olivia kept glancing at your face, worry creeping into her serious expression. "Ouch!" you gasped and gritted your teeth hard. The brunette worked quickly, not wanting to prolong your pain any further. "A doctor needs to look at that. Come on, let´s get you to the hospital"
Carefully, she placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to her; her lips gently drawing three small kisses into your hair while one of her hands supported your elbow. "Mh.." you closed your eyes and unconsciously leaned onto her.
She grinned at the way you were when you were hurt. You have always been someone who enjoyed her warmth, cuddles and kisses and never put her off. If she did not know otherwise, she do say you could not have more love coming from you. But she always misjudged it; when you were sick or in pain, a little more of your dependence on her always came out.
But she did not complain. You were the greatest gift that life had to offer and could give you. With you, she was complete.
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CATDORA HEADCANONS~
This is all super unorganized rn but ill fix it later :P
🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸🍰🧸
-catra and adora DEFINITELY kissed when they were in the fright zone, but shadow weaver erased adora's memories and told catra to never bring it up
-catra accidently scratches adora's back with her claws while they're cuddling
-they found the spot where adora found the sword and they go on dates there every now and then
-catra always thinks about the chances of her and adora being together if they stayed in the fright zone
-back when they were in the fright zone catra was completely in love with adora, but she couldn't say anything since shadow weaver would just erase their memories
-when adora started living in bright moon she still layed with her legs tucked up because she was used to catra sleeping at the bottom of the bed
-MAYBE they didn't even know what dating is in the horde since that would be considered a distraction, so catra was super confused when she started having feelings. And when adora began having feelings she thought she would be a disappointment to the horde :(
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I'll add more later :P
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remediesremedy · 5 months
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one stays shackled (in your death you will be unshackled)
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summary: the bad ending
astarion / gender neutral vampire spawn reader
(wow that’s a long reader)
warnings: death, injury, angst, the whole sad shabang
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it wasn’t like it was astarion’s goal to bring you misery, on the contrary he prayed that you somehow had also escaped cazador’s tight clutch. and his heart, what was left of it, absolutely dropped at the sight of you.
living in the cazador’s palace was hard enough, the living conditions were abhorrent for all of his spawn. Years of torture to each other or themselves was enough to crack each and every one of them down into mere husks. But somehow, you had become even less than that. He did not recognise your eyes, once a more mirthful vermillion now a murky red, pooling with blackened edges.
Your flesh was beyond marred, littered with scars that were just about healing, deep open cuts scattered your pale skin. Some leaked a putrid smell, accompanied with the sight of green slick, beyond infected and beyond cruel. Your body was caked in blood, mostly dried and flaky across the vast expanse of your frame.
and everything about you seemed sunken, like you had been pulled down by an unbearable weight, destined to drown a thousand times over. Whatever had happened to you while he had been gone, had turned you into someone else, someone that he didn’t love.
His soul burned at the prospect that this vessel in front of him was you, but it just couldn’t be. You were, you were bright, even when it was incredibly dark. You lit up when he was around, and now as he stood in front of you, huffing from the exerting feats of battle, you did not even harbour a spark of life.
“i’m here now, it’ll be alright.” He mustered whatever gentleness he had within him to bestow some sort of comfort, but even his words didn’t reach you, or maybe he didn’t bother to check. Maybe he avoided any inkling that you were still salvageable, because an itch stirred in his stomach, one he had never felt before, and one he yearned to scratch.
To kill Cazador, to kill the other spawn, to become powerful enough that he would never bow to another creature or soul again. He would never have to bargain with his body, or hunt for scraps. He would never be weak.
never again.
and maybe there had been the slightest spark in you, maybe you still had that large ball of hope inside of you that needed to be cultivated before you were okay once again.
but it did not matter.
Astarion had lost, for 200 years he had lost everything, his will, his freedom, his family, any ounce of happiness. And he wouldn’t sacrifice it for a simple ‘if’. ‘if’ you got better, ‘if’ you were destined to be, ‘if’ you would stay with him.
So he motioned for Shadowheart to put you into a slumber. He ignored the fear on your face as your eyelids inevitably drooped, when you went limp into sleep, he held you, momentarily mourning the loss of you. The next moment, his fangs speared into your neck, savouring a taste of you that would cease to exist again.
He had hesitated, the knife over your chest shook in his grasp. He had never aimed to cause you suffering, so he fluttered his eyes shut and let the dagger kill you swiftly. You were no longer in pain and by the nine realms he hoped your spirit got sent to somewhere more deserving of your presence.
His stomach burned, the itch was being satiated, and simultaneously a new sensation emerged. A blinding grief, it was too late to reverse, too late to take back the dagger in your chest and the blood seeping through the cobbled ground.
There was no going back, he had to finish what he started. He had to continue on, without you. It would be worth it.
would it be worth it?
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a/n: i diddly darn warned you that it would be sad, hope you’re coping!
but i did do you the favour of posting and writing the sad one first, that means you get to read the happy ending next and forget this ever happened!
(thank you for all the support, it’s been really great seeing people comment on my stuff and to see who has been enjoying it. much love <3)
people who asked to be tagged: @tyongluvs @youaskedfurret @oliviaewl
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strikersexhaver · 8 months
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Could we get Loona x Male Reader Realationship Headcanons please? Thanks for your time!
Loona x Reader | HC’s 🐺
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Well for starters, we all know how Loona is on first meetings of someone she finds attractive and or likes!
Very flustered, nervous, almost even shy in a way but very excited
She also tends to be self-conscious as most people do when they have butterflies in their stomach
She stutters a lot, messes up her words, fumbles with her hair and hands/paws? Also- lotsa tail wags, a tons
She’s a nervous sweetheart when it comes to romance
She tried her best coming to talk to you if she liked you firsthand, same as before just a jumbled mess.
And if you come up to her, she needs a good first impression- considering well, come off too strong she will and has no problem with clocking you in the face.
But if you come off well, she’ll have no problem spending time with you and being- rather sweet as she can be if she eventually crushes on you
However, don’t be surprised if Blitzø has a problem with you- regardless. He is a very protective father after all
For dates? Strolls in the moonlight, maybe sneaking out with the grimoire to the mortal world in disguises, strolling on beaches
Shopping at Stylish Occult ofc!
Maybe visiting one of Beelzebub’s parties, possibly- also meeting her friends at a hangout
She is protective, definitely, from seeing how she is with Blitzø as in ‘no one can make fun of you but me’ so take that as well
It’s not overbearing, definitely not yandere. But in the sense of, if someone picks a fight with you she will try to step up in help.
She definitely expects the same, and will talk about it in glee!
It is hard for her to open up, personally, but she will- but mostly down the line, later on.
A relationship with her is of course, not perfect, she does have a lot of issues she needs to work out.
From anger issues, to simply thoughts about the pasts. She’ll need her time alone and her social recharge from time to time.
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evie235x · 2 months
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The Last of Us fic suggestions!
All of these can be found on AO3, most focus on Joel and Ellie (NOT romantic). They will be a mix of game and the series. Some have some pretty mature/triggering themes so make sure to check the tags and read with caution!!
❤️=favs
o of wounded minds and wounded souls (we are coming home) by Cardigains- modern au
o sit & stay by ninesunrisedogs- modern au, dog
o ❤️ PenAndInkPrincess - literally everything by this author is amazing
o Hard Way Home by Kaylee_To_My_Strawberries - living in Jackson, hurt/comfort
o❤️a safe place to land by two_birds_alone_together - modern au, bookshop, hurt/comfort, part of a series
o Placeholder by Banch - Sarah lives, good big sister Sarah, hurt/comfort
o please don't go by Toointojoelmiller - hurt/comfort, check tags, post ep 8
o❤️ all i needed was someone (when the whole wide world felt young) by cardigains - modern au, younger Ellie, super sweet
o Driven to Distraction by MildredEllie - Ellie has ADHD, Jackson
I will continue to update!
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hotdilfs11 · 7 months
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Mafia Boss-Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 1
✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father. sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?
✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby
✩warnings:mention of death
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I’m a mafia boss, or soon to be. My father is the boss of The Hawthorns Estate, along with my brothers, who are my father's right hand. A little backstory: I grew up in Birmingham with my mother. I was always around the Shelby boys, especially Thomas ever. since I was a little girl. They were all older than me. John was 17, Thomas was 18, and Arthur was 21. Anyway, Tommy and I were so close that anytime I had a complaint about anyone, he'd be the one to back me up and protect me. However, that changed drastically when my mother got ill when I turned fifteen years old. She never got better and died a year later, after my sixteenth birthday. It was devastating to watch my mother die slowly. The Shelbys were there for me when she passed away, and they were also willing to take me in since I didn't know who my father was.
DAY OF FUNERAL IN THE CEMETERY
As the Shelbys and I started walking through the cemetery to put my mother to rest, Four black cars pulled up in a straight line before my mother's funeral. Two Jeeps, one BMW, and one big Land Rover Polly was behind me, reassuring me. She had her right hand on my shoulder and her pocketbook in her free hand. Tommy was beside me on the left, close to me, making sure no one could hurt me, then John and Arthur on the left and right behind me. All four of them were ferociously protecting me.
"Who the fuck is that?" Polly said with a mean British accent. She didn’t want anyone to bother me at all, especially at my mother's funeral. Poll and Thomas looked at each other in concern as the cars started parking one by one in the line at the cemetery. “Tommy, sit here with her”, Poll said as she started walking up to these mysterious black cars. Tommy nodded and stood closer to me. He put one of his rough hands around my waist. I felt the warmth radiating off of his hands as he squeezed my waist letting me sink into him.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Poll screamed at the parked cars. As Poll was walking up to the cars, two men started getting out. Big, bulky, and scary, in black suits with sunglasses. The men began to open the doors of the BMW and the Jeep. Four other men climbed out of the cars with suits on. One had curly hair, was dark-skinned, slightly built, and tall; he kind of looked like me. The other two had olive-colored skin, jet-black hair; they were also tall; however, one was a little bit shorter with a strong build, and the other was tall with a medium build. Then the last guy He was old, maybe fifty years old, pale, big-boned, and also tall; he had to be about “6’7”.
Tommy pulled me a little bit closer to his warm, muscular body; he was practically hovering over me. John and Arthur also inched closer to me, also standing behind Tommy.
"Who the fuck are you?” Poll says she is concerned about realizing how tall all of these men are, but she doesn't let that stop her one bit.
"Who the fuck are you, I may ask?” the older one said in a heavy Italian, New York.
"I asked you first," Polly said, walking up to him.
"That girl over there, I’m her father, and these are her brothers now; what are your relations with my daughter along with those three boys over there?" He says
Poll looked back at us, concerned, and then looked back at the guy she was talking to with a brave look painted on her face. "What’s your name, I might ask?" she says, looking up at the older gentleman.
"My name is Hamilton Hawthorn; these are my sons," he says as he starts pointing at each of them.
"My oldest Ambrose," he said, pointing to the one with the curly hair. "My second oldest Cyrus," he pointed to the tall one with the jet black hair, and finally, my youngest Alexander," he pointed to the shorter one with the slightly bigger build.
"Now my daughter over there is the second oldest out of all of them. I’ve come to get her; she’s coming to New York with me.” Hamilton demands
“Fuck," Polly whispers to herself, looking at her feet.
She turns away from Hamilton to look back at all of us. "Veronica dear, come please!" she yells in a sorrowful voice.
I hesitantly started walking to Polly; however, I got stopped by Tommy. He grabbed my hand, tightening his grip, and gave me an unsure expression along with the other Shelby boys. Polly sees what’s happening and yells, "It’s okay, boys." Tommy slowly lets go of my hand as I start to walk over to the strange man. I was feeling apprehensive as I got closer and closer to Polly, unsure about what was about to happen.
When I got to Polly, she grabbed my shoulder and gave me a weary smile as she said, "This is your father, Hamilton, and these are your brothers. Ambrose, Cyrus, and Alexander"
I frowned at Polly in confusion. "So that means..."
"It means you're not staying in Birmingham, dear. After this, we’ll have to say our goodbyes," she says as tears start to form in her eyes, but she still keeps a brave face.
"But I,I, no Polly,” my voice started to crack, scared for what was going to happen. I look back to see the Shelby boys standing there for one last time, and then I look at Polly with sadness painted on my face. Polly stands in front of me with a fearless look on her face. She grabbed both of my shoulders tight and said, “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Braver than me when I was your age, and braver than those boys up there. I’m so bloody proud of you and what you've become." We both start to tear up, and we gracefully hug each other for a long time, not wanting to let go of each other.
When the funeral ended, I said my heartfelt goodbyes to each of the Shelbys and went off to New York.
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chiaracognigniart · 25 days
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TDIOBCB challenge - day 1:
holding hands Aegon and Daenaera
One of the prominent nuptials in this succession of matrimonial events, aside from the marriage of Princess Rhaena and Prince Daeron, was the significant union of the adored eldest children, Aegon, colloquially referred to as the Golden Prince - due to the colour of the cloak that he often wore when he was a child - with Lady Daenaera Velaryon, the daughter of the deceased Lady Laena, the dearest companion of the Queen.  This auspicious ceremony took place in the year 136 AC and held considerable significance.  To mark this extraordinary occasion, the Queen opted to arrange a grandiose Royal ceremony surpassing any previous ones, summoning Lords and nobility from Westeros and other regions to attend the extravagant affair that would span over a week. Amidst the grandeur of the feast, individuals couldn't help but admire the stunning appearance of the newly married couple, who spent the entire event gleefully dancing and smiling, forgetting their surroundings in blissful oblivion. Several people attested to witnessing an unparalleled level of happiness and love between the Prince of Dragonstone and his newlywed spouse: after all, both had been fond of each other ever since their real first encounter, which happened when the two were children. - from TDIOBCB chapter 1
(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)
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under the mistletoe
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pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader
summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.
warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension
wordcount: 2714 words
a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3
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You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.
To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.
He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.
You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.
“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.
You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.
You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.
Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.
“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.
“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.
You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.
Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.
But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.
You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.
You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.
Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.
Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.
“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”
“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.
“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her. 
Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.
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Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.
“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.
Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”
Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”
“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.
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The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.
Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?
The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.
They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?
The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.
You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.
You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.
“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.
“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.
“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.
You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.
While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?
On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.
Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”
Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.
“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.
He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.
“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.
You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.
Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.
He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.
Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.
Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.
“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.
“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.
“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.
“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.
When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.
You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.
You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.
You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.
He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.
Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.
While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.
You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.
You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.
“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.
“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.
Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.
He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.
After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.
“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.
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chapter 3 of the price is going- idk if it could be called well but its doing something only 1.5 hours in so understandable it isn't great yet chapter 2 took about 33-36 hours sooooooooo yeah but most of the chapter is in rough draft form/started/planned so i have it all done i jiust have to expand... the problem is im so fucking tired and have been for the last few days-
like straigh up falling asleep again even though i only just woke up an hour ago after a 12 hour sleep-
sooo
hopefully i get non-tired soon and can go and write this fucking chapter.... but even if its 100% written it will not be delivered to you until like end of jan/ start of feb, but you will be getting at least one (1) one shot in that time and maybe another chapter of another fic OR the re-written version of the history book sooooo
Tag list for the price updates (technically) ask to be added
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii, could I ask you to write a semi long story of graves x reader but reader falls in love with ghost, ghost also loves her . When graves betrays 141 reader has to decided to go with graves or ghost? :3
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Choices, Choices, Choices Pt.1
TW: Brief mentions of violence
I hope this is what you were looking for!! If not please let me know and I will change it:)) Sorry for splitting it into two parts, I just figured you'd been waiting long enough lols.
It was a horrible, awful, thrilling realization to find you were in love with another man.
You had met Phillip Graves on a joint operation with the Shadows, long before you joined Task Force 141. It had been a fling, a one-nights stand after riding the high of battle. You never thought you’d see him again. But you did. And then you saw him again. And again. And again. 
Somewhere in that you stopped being coworkers with benefits. You exchanged numbers, and started meeting outside of work. And you fell in love. 
And in the beginning it was exciting. It was new and thrilling and wonderful. And as the years went by, it didn’t stop being wonderful, per se. It just…mellowed out. Your relationship went from ‘Oh we’re so in love’ to something that was just comfortable. 
And you were fine with that. It was nice, having someone that was always there, or at least, that you could rely on, even if maybe he didn’t always choose you first. But to be fair, you didn’t always choose him either. Work, friends, Life got in the way, and this comfortable, complacent love was not enough for the both of you. 
Either way, it was nice to know someone was waiting for you, who cared for you, even if it wasn’t always enough. You were happy. Or at least you thought you were. COntent to live life in this comfortable little relationship you had built for yourself.
And then you met Ghost, and felt something you hadn’t felt in a long time, something new, something exciting. 
It didn’t start out that way, of course. You found him almost arrogant at first, with his mask and his stand-offish personality. You got along much better with the rest of the team. Soap was funny and you liked his accent, and Gaz was, well, after the helicopter incident you found him much more intimidating than you had thought he was at first. But he was still fun. More so than Ghost was anyways. 
And then you were sent on a mission with him. You had begged Soap to go instead, but he was taking time off because he was a big jerk. The air between the two of you was tense, right up until you got shot. The bullet tore its way through your thigh, thankfully missing anything important but still hurting like a bitch. And you were alone, on the opposite side of the city from your teammate. 
He spent the entire time talking you through the city, telling dumb jokes and making stupid comments in an effort to keep you distracted and moving. He became a friend of sorts after that. You got closer, and as the days progressed, he became more human. He told bad jokes, didn’t like smoking all that much, liked dogs, and hated snakes. 
You hung out with him more and more, not realizing what was happening until it was too late. At first it was just going on missions together, without Soap or Gaz or anyone else. Then it was doing stakeout’s together. Then training together. Then laughing at his awful jokes, then his hand on your hips as he corrected your stance. And that's when you realized you were in love with him.
You panicked. You took leave, a whale week to go NC and get your head on straight.. Graves didn’t care, just gave you a quick kiss and told you to be safe before going back to work. 
So here you are, one the last day of your break, hiding out at an old friend's house as you try to come to terms with your feelings. So far, you have come to realize two things. One, You were in love with Simon Riley. Two, He was in love with you if the way your phone blew up was any indication. 
3-In-One: Where are ya lassie? Ghost won’t stop hounding Price Skeleton-boy: Where are you?  Skeleton-boy: Are you okay?   Skeleton-boy: Price told me you took leave.   Skeleton-boy: Are you okay? Skeleton-boy: Is it because of me? 3-In-One: Text him back already will ya?   Oh Captain My Captain: Will you please just text Simon. He’s driving me crazy. 
And that was just what you could see on your lock screen. You sigh, leaning your head back against the bed. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you felt something with Ghost that you had never felt before, even with Graves. On the other, you were in a committed relationship with a man you loved. Or at least that you used to. 
Guilt was eating you up inside. Ghost was new(ish) and fun, but Graves had been by your side for years. You couldn’t throw away years of a relationship just because something new came along. How did the saying go? Relationships take work or something? You weren’t sure, but you couldn’t just tell Phillip ‘Sorry, I found something new lol. We’re breaking up’. 
No, you would work on it before giving up. You scroll on your phone, ignoring the texts, looking for couples therapists. You shove down whatever it is you feel for Ghost, deciding to ignore it until you and Graves can work through your issues. You ignore your emotions, ignore the love, the guilt, the worry, the fear. Instead you focus solely on your phone, googling what to do when you fall out of love, how to reignite the flame, how to rekindle your relationship. 
You are at it for hours, scouring Reddit, Quora, Wikipedia, everything you can think of until it’s time to head back. The drive back is tense, with you blaring music so loud you can’t hear yourself think, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. 
You enter the barracks, determined to find Graves and talk with him, but are stopped by a haggard-looking Price. 
“Y/N, its good to see you. I was worried you were going to be late.” He clasps your shoulder, steering you to the briefing room, “We have a lot to catch you up on.” 
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