All I Want-part 5

All I Want-part 5

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Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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Beautiful and Damned 9 - Unsteady [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Rejection is always heartbreaking.

Word Count: 3469

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.

Rejection was a strange thing.

Through the whole night until the first lights of the sun shed into the room, you kept turning in the bed, trying your hardest to ignore the storm of thoughts in your mind. The room got brighter and brighter, the chattering from outside and the chirping of birds filling the air and Cassie walked around in the room, but you didn’t even have the energy to answer her questions.

You should’ve known she wouldn’t just let it go.

“Are you sick or something?” Fin’s voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes, then rolled onto your back.

“No.”

“It’s noon.”

“So?”

“If you’re still sulking over being awkward with Geralt-“

“Don’t.” you shook your head, then sat down and pulled the furs with you, playing with the hem of your long nightgown. Fin tilted his head, pulling his brows together.

“What happened?”

“I wish to stay in bed today. And tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

Fin scoffed, “Not good enough,” he said as he climbed to the foot of the bed carefully, “Tell me.”

You tried to blink back the tears, then heaved a shaky breath and narrowed your eyes at him,

“This is your fault, you know.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

“You encouraged me to- to pursue my interest,” you stammered, “You basically pushed me, and now I’m in disgrace-“

“What are you talking about?”

“Geralt,” you said, “I’m talking about Geralt.”

“What of him?”

“I made a fool of myself,” you snapped at him, “Your- all your talk about how he looks at me and all that nonsense, it was false.”

“No it wasn’t-“

“Fin,” you cut him off, “He doesn’t want me.”

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Smalltown Bringdown 2

Warnings: blood, violence, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You begin your search for a new job but times are tough.

Note: Here’s part two. I’m planning on making this a relatively short series, think Eye for an Eye. I’m having fun with Biker!Bucky and next chapter should be🔥 To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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The Birch Branch Bakery was just across the street from the Chipped Saucer. The old plaque beside the door read ‘Est. 1887’. It had passed hands from one Hollorin to the next. Barbara, or Babs, Hollorin was the latest in the line of plump delicatessens. She had her father’s rosy cheeks and boomong laugh. You faintly remembered the round old man from your childhood though he had long passed.

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Apostate 2

Warnings: violence, needles, nonconsensual sex. (<— hey you see that, that’s a warning, please heed it.)

This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You awake to a startling revelation.

Note: Special shoutout to @buckybarnesplumwhore​ and @opheliadawnwalker3​ who listened to me rant about this idea and I forgot to mention them before so shame on me. This is the conclusion of this two-parter and there is unlikely to be more but as always, it’s never impossible. 

Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!

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You awoke to voices. An argument distant as your eyelids refused to part more than a slit. You were weak, your throat burned, and your head pulsed. You laid on something cold and hard. The light was bright and blinding and your eyes watered as you fought to open them wider. Your arm was heavy as you dragged it over your torso and touched your cheekbone, bruised from the brick wall.

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Sugar Daddy’s [3/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved. A dash of angst. Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

Some cool water splashed on your face and a moment alone in a space far less intimate than Bucky’s bedroom helps to ease your racing pulse. Okay. The laundry might take – what, an hour? Two? Giving you plenty of time to ask the few remaining questions you need answered in order to hammer out the article by Monday morning. And besides – it’s not as though Bucky is exactly hard to be around.

And you can certainly keep up.

The kids rush by you in the hallway, Miriam tossing something over her shoulder about a movie in the family room. “Daddy’s in the kitchen,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.

Despite only having recently moved in, Bucky and his kids have certainly made the old house more of a home than you’d once thought the Bianci place was capable of becoming. A few pictures on the walls; a basket of laundry on the landing; a herd of plastic, glittering ponies expertly lining the end of the hall. You reach down to adjust a violently-purple one that’s toppled over, only to come face-to-face, when you stand, with a large, framed photograph. Five smiling faces. A few palm trees in the background.

There’s a lightness to Bucky’s frozen face you haven’t seen yet.

You wonder, for a moment, at the family portrait. There had been a mother, at one time. A mother with pretty eyes and Miriam’s bright smile. One that tugs at your heart and your lips with a soft, swift jolt.

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Class is in Session - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader x Shouta Aizawa

A/N: So way before Christmas I promised my darling wife a filthy Shinsou fic of her choosing, and then I got swept up with angstcember and the holidays and it got back burnered. And I lost steam on and decided instead to gift her this! Based on a nasty discussion we had after I showed her Yato’s Patreon that involved our two favorite kitty loving men and half our list of kinks combined. Now that she has read it, she gave me permission to share with you all! <3

Also note: Its a College AU because I’m lazy and it makes everyone 18+ no questions asked.

Warnings: teacher/student kink, teaching threesome, a little degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism/slight cuckolding? (idek, its raunchy ok?)

Word Count: 5.4k

This was not a situation you thought you would find yourself in: cheeks flushed, heart racing, stomach doing somersaults and breathing unsteady. You had been caught. By your favorite professor. Fooling around with your boyfriend on school property. He hadn’t said a word to either of you as he pulled the purple-haired man off you by the back of his blazer and captured your wrist tightly in his other hand. Dragging the pair of you back to his classroom before finally releasing his hold on the two of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of him slamming the door shut behind you, your stomach churning as you heard the lock click into place. He still hadn’t spoken, instead simply pointing to his desk and the two of you shuffled in front of it silently. Neither of you could look him in the eye it seemed as he took his place in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you both.

You shifted your weight from side to side, arms folded behind your back where you could dig your nails into your wrist to keep from fidgeting under your professor’s scrutinizing gaze. You glanced quickly to the man next to you, who likewise had his eyes glued to the floor as one hand rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly—his face seemed to be almost as flushed as your own. Despite being your favorite professor, Mr. Aizawa was a stern man and you couldn’t bare to think how much trouble the two of you were in right now. Still, you wished he’d say something, anything at this point…

“I am very disappointed in you,” Aizawa began in that gruff tone of his, the one reserved for students who caused trouble in his lectures and it made you gulp, “Shinsou.”

You flicked your eyes up to look at your professor, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out why your boyfriend was being singled out in this. Did he think that he was taking advantage of you or something? You glanced towards your boyfriend, whose shoulders had slumped at his mentor’s words, head hanging in shame.

“Profess—” You tried to open your mouth to reason with him, to explain you were just as guilty but Aizawa held up a single finger to demand your silence and you bit your lip to comply.

“I’ve taught you quite a bit since you arrived here, and though you’ve flourished thus far, it would seem there is still one lesson I have to teach you.” Aizawa stated evenly, his face just as blank as always, you could never tell what he was thinking and that made you uneasy.

“I understand, Professor.” Shinsou replied softly, still unable to look the older man in the eye.

“Good.” Aizawa said as his gaze moved between the pair of you for a moment before speaking again. “Now, kiss her.”

“I-i—what?!” Shinsou blurted out, a bit louder than he had meant to as his violet eyes finally locked with his mentor’s gaze and his jaw went slack trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

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