Don’t Fucking Remind Me What The Fuck Is Wrong With You

wait

And it was at that moment, that I understood what it really was.

I was not that sure actually, if I really wanted to know the truth. Because I had a feeling that it would leave me heart broken.

Now, the clouds are blocking the brightness of the Sun, bringing the darkness into our world. The way that it entirely engulfs us amazes me. It leaves such a deep mark.

And I want to run. To never stop. Because I know that there is something that's waiting me anf i'm eager to know what that is.

Will I be able to stop the world again? Maybe or maybe not, but I know that there's a way to that.

Honey Girl. The Masterlist.

Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.

Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

The Playlist.

The Moodboard.

But I can‘t fix him

can‘t make him better

carlos looking proud

I guess this counts as Max defending Daniel a little..

”Do you have experience with that?” And the answer was no so then how do you know it's bad..

I Love Max 😂❤️

like father like son

gta v fans be like HOLLLYY FUCKKK

kinktober | sunrise sensations - l.h.

day 6 - thigh riding | kinktober masterlist

summary: after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, thigh riding, morning sex, sleepy sex, light teasing, soft dom lewis hamilton.

w.c. 1.3k+

a/n: welcome to day 6. this event is bringing me all sorts of experiences, as this is my first time writing lewis. see you all next week for the next two fics. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

you wake up to the soft sound of lewis’ deep, steady breathing, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a golden hue on the room. you stretch beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he lay awake on his back, tattooed hand and arm draped lazily over his head. 

there’s something about the quiet moments like these that make your heart race. the way his peaceful expression contrasts with the intensity of the man during the day— always pushing himself, always striving for more. 

but this morning, you feel a different kind of need building inside you. you've always loved the warmth of lewis, the strength that seems to pulse just beneath the surface of his skin, even when he's at rest. and right now, in the hazy stillness of the morning, with your body craving something more, you can't resist the temptation to be closer.

you shift slightly in bed, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study his face, his features were softened due to his relaxed state. his lips were parted just enough to let his slow, rhythmic breaths escape, his eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes resting upon his skin. you bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you take in the sight of him.

quietly, you move yourself from laying with him to moving onto his body, positioning yourself so you're straddling his thigh. the movement stirs him just enough for his eyes to slowly open, his dark orbs staring down at you, flickering down to where your plush thighs captured his own. you took a deep breath before gulping, your heart racing as you pressed yourself down, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh beneath you.

lewis shifts slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your core. his thigh tenses reflexively, which caused a gasp to escape from your mouth, biting your lip to hold back a moan. you noticed how the lazy smirk made its way onto his face and it was evident he did it on purpose. it worked though, it's all the encouragement you need. you roll your hips experimentally, dragging yourself against him, your breath hitching at the friction. even half-asleep, his body is attuned to you, responding in ways that drive you crazy.

he let out a low hum, his head turning slightly toward you, and his arm dropped from behind his head to rest on your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it's enough to let you know he's aware, letting you know he's with you, even if he's not fully awake.

"mm, what're you doin', sweetheart?" his voice is thick with sleep, gravelly and soft, but there's a hint of amusement there too. it reaffirmed that he wasn’t against this, which you had silently doubted. 

you don't stop, your hips rolling again as you find a perfect rhythm— not too fast, but not too slow that it’s teasing— and the pressure against your clit sent shivers through your body. "needed you," you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his jawline. "you feel so good.." you told him, moaning against his warm skin when your clit pressed against his strong thigh just right. 

he hummed again, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, now guiding you to ride his thigh, knowing just what you like. his thigh flexed again beneath you, giving you just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help another quiet moan that slips from your lips. even in this half-asleep state, he knows exactly what you need.

"keep goin', then," he murmured, voice still rough but laced with his own desire now. his grip on your waist grew firmer, his body enjoying waking up to the moment, to you. you had never been like this before, and it was a welcome change. 

you quickened your pace, the slickness between your legs making it easy to glide against him. each movement sent a new wave of heat coursing through you, the building pleasure making your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop the sting of whines that left you at how good it felt, the sensations starting to become a little too much. his hand slipped under your shirt, large palm splayed against the small of your back, continuing to guide you as he helped you chase your release. 

the friction of his skin against your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, each roll of your hips bringing you closer to the edge that you so desperately desired. you pressed down harder, the pressure perfect as your pace grows more frantic; far from the steady pace you started with initially. your breath comes out in ragged gasps, and you can't focus on anything but the heat, the feeling of him beneath you, and the way he's letting you take what you need.

lewis’ other hand comes up, inked fingers brushing over your thigh, encouraging you without saying a word. his breathing had also changed, becoming heavier. you knew he was fully awake now, fully aware of the effect he's having on you.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble which turned you on even further. "you're so close, aren't you love? barely been on my thigh for a few minutes and you’re already about to break,” he cooed, fingers squeezing your soft thigh, and his other hand gripped your hip tighter. 

you nodded frantically in response, unable to form words as you continued to grind your hips desperately against him. you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the tightness building and building, the coil about to snap. it's almost unbearable. almost.

"come on, love," he whispered, his voice still husky from not being long awake.  he moved to sit himself up straighter— the movement adding more friction, which you whimpered at— and moved himself so his lips were ghosting your ear. "take it, take what you need,” he told you lowly, kissing the spot just below your ear. 

it’s all you needed to hear. with one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release crashing over you in waves. your body shook, thighs trembling as you ground down against him, riding out the high. a breathless moan escaped you as you buried your face in the nape of his neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders for support.

lewis’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his calloused thumb traced lazy patterns on your skin as he let you come down from your high. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair as your breathing had started to slow down to a more regular pace.

for a while, the only sound in the room was your inconsistent breathing, as the warmth of his body helped to ground you as you lay draped over him, completely spent.

"good morning to you, too," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest. you could feel the smile in his words, that familiar, easy confidence he always carries with him.

you lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your face flushed and hair tousled, but you couldn’t help but bashfully smile back at him. "sorry, I couldn't wait,” you whispered, as the shyness overtook you once more. 

he grinned at you, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but filled with that spark you know all too well. "hey, no complaints here," he murmured, before he pulled you closer for a slow, lazy kiss which you happily reciprocated. 

after pulling away, you lay rested against him, with his arms wrapped around you— you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. moments like these, when it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, are the ones you cherished the most.

I’m your rose.

It hurts me to admit that I miss you. I miss your hands resting on my hips and you looking down at me. I want to touch you, your broad shoulders and your big arms. I love you towering over me and staring at me as if I am a deer caught in the forest and you are the big bulky bear hunting down his prey.

I hate to start a letter this desperate for you. But you HAVE to know that I miss you Ares. You are my salvation.

I know that I am weak, physically. So I need my protector. I need you. You can’t let go of this responsibility, it’s what you signed up for willingly. And now? I oblige you to kneel down and love me like a famished wolf. The wolf that finally found his lovely sheep. The sweetest and prettiest woman on Earth.

I need you to love me, to show it to me. Caress my skin and kiss my freckles all over my body, count them if you dare. I want you to prey for the sun you’ve surrendered to, that is my body and my soul. You know that I was going to be the end of your world. And you crave me more than before.

Now come to me, settle your way to my heart. Come back to me and cherish the magnificent aura that we create once we’re back together.

My love please give me your love and everything. I need you. Now.

Inevitabilmente mio.

HER POV:

My Benito. I could see him from two blocks away even without putting on my glasses. I couldn't wait to meet him.

Getting out of the car, I look at Don Salvatore Abelli and Don Nico Russo. They were already waiting with their families at the gate. Nico was with his wife, his dear dear wife, Elena. The Sweet Abelli he was going crazy for. And beside them was my Benito.

I reached them and Salvatore reached out to hug me. And I hugged him back. "Don, quanto mi sei mancato."

I then hug his wife, Celia, and going to Tony, Adriana and finally Elena with her husband. "Sweet Abelli, ma bella come stai? Nico! Non sei felice di vedere tua sorella?" I said, smiling so hard that even the Sun would become blind by it.

"Sure did miss your loud voice. " he said, and Elena slapped him hard in the head. They're the only ones that could make me laugh.

I turned my head to a particular person. Benito. I frowned. "Benito. Why so serious today? Che è successo?" then I look at the Don for measure. He's shaking his head at me, "That's not Benito, Donna Afrodite. That's his twin, Leonidas."

I arch my eyebrow questioningly. So, he dared disrespect me? "Where is he, Nico?" I asked him while looking at Leonidas.

"Afrodite- It's best if you stay here." He said in a weird voice.

That's when I turn my head to look a him properly. Is he trying to fool me? La Donna?

"Ace." I said.

He didn't move. But his eyes flickered up.

I retreated my gun from my right thigh and calmly walked to the last floor of Abelli's house. Nobody tried to stop me. They didn't say anything. They knew not to deny my demands.

Once there, I slammed his door open and shot her in the middle of her eyebrows, while looking at him in the eyes. He fucking got to know Donna Afrodite. "Ciao, Benito mio." I said while giving him my innocent smile. And then I tuned around, getting away from his room.

NO POV:

Donna Afrodite was the only female mafia capo who ruled all the mafias combined together. She came from a male dominated family, in fact she has only her mother Cristina Russo, grandmother and her older sister. Plus, her other cousins. But they weren't relevant to her. She had four older brothers. And her father was the notorious Romano Petrov, the don of the Italian-Russian mafia. She was the youngest in that family, and the most treasured.

When one day her father blew her perfect bubble telling her that she had an important role for the mafia world. Giving her a letter, a document written by her grandfather, the former Don of the Italian-Russian mafia, stating how he had passed to her the duty to become la futura Donna and the future head to the Italian-Russian mafia, or the so called "PRIME MAFIA", the first mafia ever founded and the only one that could keep every other mafia under control, other than the Greek one.

But, there was also another thing to this demand. She'd become la Donna and than marry the heirs of the Greek-Italian mafia.

Her father tried to find a loophole to this letter, and tried to change her destiny, but she knew he couldn't do anything. And so, five years ago, when Afrodite was only an innocent and sweet, eighteen year old girl, decided to accept the duty.

And that's when her empire began.

BENITO'S POV:

She entered the room, smiled at me with her perfect lips and shot the girl that was awfully riding my cock, while looking at me.

Fuck. I can't say that she didn't make me hard as fuck.

Ugh, I have to clean myself up. It's fucking weird to have a girl die on top of you meanwhile her pussy was fucking your cock. Thank god I always put on a condom.

"BASTARDO. Che cazzo stai cercando di fare, eh????? She can fucking ruin you. She will ruin us! Because of you. And you're here playing with whores up and down as if you're looking to get killed. Are you fucking insane? Or do you much prefer my gun killing you now?" Nico said, furious as hell.

Well, I get it. I'm supposed to marry la Donna and I'm disrespecting her as if she won't be my future wife and as if she won't make me future Don of all mafias. But, I don't get why she doesn't refuse this goddamn marriage.

"Get the fuck out of my room you assohole. Can't you see I'm getting dressed?" he looked me as if that was the last thing I should have said in this world.

He was about to say something else when Elena, my cousin came and took him out meanwhile covering her eyes.

After getting dressed, I go downstairs to have a drink. She's on the top of the table, my uncle Salvatore leaving it to her, to respect her. And she's smiling and loving to my family, as if I didn't just ruin her reputation with what I did.

"Good evening everyone." I say and get a glass, fill it with whiskey and sit down in the table.

Elena scoffs at me and Adriana too. But I don't pay attention to them. I look at her. And then meet my brother's eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I glare at him.

Celia gasps out loud, meanwhile Don says "Benito, boy behave."

"Brother. Missed me?" My twin brother says and smirks at me.

HER POV:

My Benito finally gave us the pleasure to come and stay with us at the table. Little bastard thinks I can refuse this contract. He doesn't know that our future was already written by our grandparents and we couldn't do anything about it.

"Benito. Leonidas. That's enough." I said to them both. They immediately turned to look at me and stopped killing eachother with their eye-glaring.

I smile happily, and look at Salvatore. "Salvatore. My father should not find out about what occurred today. And neither about what has happened before. If he does find out, he'll do half of what I was about to do. "

He nods at me with a serious face and says "Donna, I'm sorry. We won't let it happen again."

I don't aknowledge his words and raise my hand indicating for the other women to get out of the room. Once they do, I start, "Benito. Do you know who I am?" I say without even looking at him but continuing to eat the food Celia has done with her mother in law.

He doesn't respond. So, I raise my hand again and say "Kneel".

He, growling lowly, gets up from his seat and kneels at my feet. With his head down. His jaw clenched and his teeth gritting. His ears red.

I lower the fork down and swallow the food down. I turn to look at him and raise my hand toward him. He understands and kisses my ring. "Bene." I caress his hair and head as if he was a pet. Because he is. He is my husband and only now he's understood it.