#and today i finally realized that and made myself the question of why do i keep telling her my stuff if the same always happens with her

[jaycestaliss]

will I ever learn to not tell my mom about my problems and feelings bc the second I do the first thing she does is undermine them and treat them as if they were less and that my sis or other people have bigger problems than me and I shouldn't be crying over mine 🙂

[jaggedamethyst]

easy (part 2) (bucky barnes x gn!reader)

content: secret relationship/established relationship, miscommunication/misunderstanding, angst, self-doubt, mentions of death, cheating (kind of), not proofread

notes: part two this this...good luck lmao (a short one but it’s the right length i fear)

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

You’d been woken up by the sounds of knocks on your door. They started off normal and quickly became more frantic…aggressive, even. 

The sound of your name made you sit up on the floor. Suddenly, the door pushed open—revealing Bucky there. His hair was disheveled, clearly having run his hands through it. He hadn’t bothered with saying hi, kneeling in front of you and looking you over.

He cupped your face, “Are you okay?” He pressed into you more, nudging you to sit up. “What are you doing down here?”

You reached out to him, making sure you hadn’t tricked yourself, that he was really here. 

He continued, “What happened? Sharon said you disappeared and she couldn’t find you.” 

Somehow Bucky was missing the point. You could only blink at that, knowing that his energy was so misplaced. Why would he care about you right now when this entire relationship had so quickly gone awry? Why would he focus on you being on the floor when he ruined this—him. 

Bucky spoke again, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “I called you a shit ton, where’s your phone?” 

“Don’t know.” 

He paused, confused at your first and only words to him being so carelessly spoken. “Steve said he saw you—that you just…ran.“ 

You nodded. You had ran. Swift motions out of the building and to your place weren’t enough to erase the imagery in your brain. The way Bucky had seemed so carefree—so happy. With someone who wasn’t you, most importantly. A woman who looked so remarkably different than you. 

Your skin and body physically repelled him—pushing him away without a thought. Moving to stand, you watched his face twist in hurt. 

“How was recon?” 

“It was fine…am I missing something?” 

You ignored the question, asking your own. “You said Steve told you he saw me?” He nodded. “Did he know who I was?”

“Course he knew who you were—he’s my best friend.” 

You bought your in front of you, wringing them together. “Does she?” The question was meant to quell your anxiety, but instead made the prospect of him cheating infinitely harder to swallow. You looked at him expectantly, an answer seeming to escape him—despite you both knowing what happened that evening. 

“Does who?” 

“Natasha…Romanoff…the one you went on recon with.” You moved your head as you slowly spoke the words—breaking it down for him. “Does she know about me? About us?” 

“You know that we keep this a secret for your safety. We’ve talked about this a thousand times-“ 

“No, you keep it a secret and you've talked about it.” You moved to sit on the couch, “I agreed because I love you and I understand the stress of your job. But what I saw today,” you shook your head and looked up at him across the room. “That wasn’t a secret for my benefit. It was for yours.” 

“That’s just not true.” Bucky moved from his spot, finally, stepping across the room to sit beside you. “You have to understand my perspective on this. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I was the cause of anything happening to you.”

You twisted your entire face, staring up with an incredulous look. “Did you stop to consider how much worse it would be to have to live with the knowledge of you doing god knows what every time you’re not here?” You paused, feeling his hands attempt to wrap around you. Moving back instantly, you continued, “What happened with her? What haven’t I seen?” 

“Nothing.” Bucky waved his hands in front of him, emphasizing his words. “Nothing happened-“ 

“I saw you. Sharon showed me the feed, Bucky.” 

His face glazed over in realization—not that you had seen him with her, but that you had seen him with her. Bucky’s head started to move on its own, searching for how to make sense of this for you. “That wasn’t what it looked like.” 

A huff escaped you. Without a second thought you got up and moved toward the door, Bucky right on your trail. “If we’re gonna act like this you can just go.” You put a hand on the door handle, raising a brow at him. “You of all people know I won’t sit here and look stupid. Not when I’ve already wasted so much time waiting for you.” 

A moment passed, the reality of what you were saying lingering in the room. The two of you had talked about it before, how you’d waited so long for someone like him to appear. There’d been years of self discovery and “loving yourself first” before Bucky showed you that someone else could. When that happened, you settled for the relationship existing in its very specific confines—under the lock and key of his life’s restrictions. Even then, he’d get a call; people needed him. Bucky would go away for however long, and you’d wait. The amount of time spent yearning for the world to suddenly be quicker for you, for him, was immense. In every instance it seemed that despite the relatively common cosmic occurrences he’d faced, none of Bucky’s opponents could grant your wish—to get the man you loved back to you sooner. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke. You watched his hands ball into a fist, angered with himself. The mechanical whir of his arm filling the empty space. “I don’t feel that way about her.” 

You scoffed at that. He sounded so textbook it was physically making you ill. 

He continued, though, “She’s been my friend for a long time. We spend a lot of time together…and I wanted to tell her about you.” He inhaled, “But I didn’t. I don’t know why.” 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

“Of course not…and she kissed me. I regret making her feel like there was even a slight chance of me seeing her that way—because I don’t. I can’t.” His voice wavered, “Can’t because I only love you.”

He reached a hand out to you and it caused you to move away from him—impossibly closer to the door. 

“Bucky…I don’t think I can do this.” 

“Doll, please-“

You waved a hand, interrupting him, “Wait—just…listen.” You let go of the door, fully looking at him now. “I don’t think I can be with you if it’s like this.” He let you continue, “I know you want to protect me, but all of this has hurt me more than it could’ve ever helped. I feel so removed from you—like I don’t know you outside of our apartment walls.” Sweat had accumulated on your palms, making you realize how anxiety-inducing this had been. “I haven’t felt confident in myself around you in…a while-“

“But-“ 

“Bucky, please.” He nodded, stilling himself in commitment to let you speak. “That’s not your fault…but I think I need space to figure out why that is.” 

Bucky whispered your name, a shakiness on his voice. “I just…can’t stomach the idea of you dead…dying...because of me.” 

“I would’ve.” You moved to open the door. “I think I would’ve been fine facing death as long as everyone knew I loved you first.” You stepped back from the threshold and offered him the space to step out. “But they don’t. Nobody knows except us. That hurts.” 

Bucky didn’t speak as he stepped toward the hall. His entire figure seemed to hang lower than normal, and it pained you to see. You felt the heat of tears in your eyes, but you wouldn’t cry. There was a sort of satisfaction in facing this—breaking up with Bucky. It was always going to happen, you reasoned, so bearing your soul…crying…would’ve been too easy.  

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[starlightandfairies]

Ahhh your writing is just perfect! ❤️ I dare for another idea hehe 🫶🏼 just maybe something where you're dating but you get incredibly jealous as Katherine appears back in town and you know of their past. So you think it would be better to step back for a while but Elijah notices immediately and misses you as you not show up at any occurrence. He later finds you at the Grill, talking with the Salvatores about that topic and Elijah eavesdropped the whole conversation, finally realizing what's wrong with you and feeling bad for this to happen, as he only has eyes and feelings towards you. Then one night he invites you over to his house and tells you about his feelings and that you don't have to worry about Katherine as she's long forgotten to him and he proves that to you that night? ☺️ Ugh I love cute and fluffy Elijah !

Description: With Katherine back in town, knowing Elijah's past with Katherine brings some unwanted shades of jealousy to the reader. 

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1,279

First Person's POV 

Elijah and I currently sat in my favourite café, it was normally very quiet and once again today was one of those days. Elijah stared at me with admiration, he held my hand softly in his, rested small kisses on my knuckles and whispered words of devotion. 

"I'm just going to run to the bathroom." Elijah nodded, resting another kiss on my hand and finally let me go off to the bathroom, I did what I needed to do and finally came back out. I stopped in my tracks, seeing a brunette talking to Elijah, he looked less than impressed, he looked pissed and I could only assume what that meant. 

"Katherine." I simply stated, choosing to sit beside Elijah instead of across from him, the woman forced a smile to her lips the resting bitch look not fading from her eyes. I could feel this twinge of hurt and jealousy invading my being. Katherine took it upon herself to sit down and join us, Elijah let go of my hand and the once gentle and tender look that decorated his features was long gone. 

"What was your name again...?" 

"Y/n" I answered, hating the way she stared at Elijah, I knew of their past as Elijah had been quite open about his past relationships. Katherine nodded, shrugging and turned her attention to Elijah. I grabbed my things, kissed his cheek and pushed myself up to leave. 

"Bonnie wanted me to do something, I'll see you later." Elijah nodded, staring at me for a moment, I walked out before anything could be said and made my way to Bonnie's house. I asked Bonnie to do a spell, something that would allow me to go under the radar and not be found by Elijah considering that I would be distancing myself from the love of my life to conceal the ugly green monster. 

I had been cancelling dates, vague answers over the phone and would leave quickly with some bullshit excuse if Elijah appeared out of the blue. I could tell he could sense something was, I didn't want to mention that something was wrong and he hadn't questioned my actions. 

Elijah's POV 

Something was wrong with Y/n I couldm't place my finger on what it was, I couldn't understand what had happened and why she decided to almost disappear. I was missing her dearly, I missed seeing her smile, I missed her silly little jokes and her ability to make all my world seem so much better against all the issues going down. I missed her little rambles she would go on, the point is that I miss her and I don't know how to bring her back to me. 

I had finally been able to catch the trail and follow her around, see if I could understand what was going on and it took me to the Grill. I stood near the bar, blending into the ground and proceeded to listen in on her conversation with the Salvatore brothers. 

"I know it's silly of me but I can't help but be jealous." 

"Come on, you know that the noble fossil wouldn't cheat on you." Damon remarked, a clear roll of the eyes that made Y/n whack him lightly. 

"I being serious Damon! I know he has history with Katherine, when he was human he loved Tatia and then he found Katherine. What if her coming back brings back the feelings? I can't stand the idea of him leaving me for her and I don't want that to happen."

"Y/n have you tried speaking with Elijah? You know he'd hear you out and he'll be respectful of what you're going through." I let out a breath, I clenched my eyes shut, hating in myself for not reading the signs. If I knew sooner I would've done everything in my power to reassure Y/n that the only person my heart sings for is her. 

"He's a 1000+ year old vampire, he has more important things than dealing with my petty feelings." 

"Y/n listen here. Elijah worships the ground you walk on, he wouldn't think any less of you for worring about Katherine. We all know what Katherine is like and you have every reason to be worrying about it." Damon's response seemed to freeze her in her place. 

"Thank you..." 

Four nights later, I invited Y/n to come over, I will admit I was surprised when she agreed. We journed to my bedroom, she placed herself on the bed, fiddled with her hands and I took this as an opportunity to shut down the feelings of doubt and jealousy. 

"Y/n the other night, I overheard you speaking to the Salvatores about what's been going on..." She buried her face in her  hands, looking ashamed and worried about what I could possibly say. I sat beside her, took her hand and cupped her face in my other hand to ensure she met my eyes. 

"I understand your worries completely. I understand and I want you to know, that Katherine does not matter to me. She hasn't for 500 years. All I care about is you, no one else matters to me, just you. I love you with all my heart, I love your smile and your little jokes. I love when you leave me a note with a little picture, I worship the ground you walk on and I will go to hell back to prove that I love you as much as I do. I am awfully sorry that you haven't felt as if you could speak to me and I feel awful that this happened. But please, my love... know that I would never ever dream of breaking your heart and leaving you alone. You have my word, I promise you that I won't let the devil of a woman try and break us apart because she is long forgetten." 

She took a few breaths, Y/n moved closer to me, rested a kiss upon my forehead and took a moment before finding the courage to speak. 

"I am sorry, I'm sorry that I didn't come to you, I'm sorry I didn't allow you to know what was going on. It was fair of me to shut you out when you haven't done anything to warrent it. Please forgive me." 

"There's nothing to apologise or forgive for. My love, let me prove to you my undying and everlasting love for you." Her shy little smile brought a smile to my lips, I cupped her face in my hands, bringing her in for a kiss and listened to her hum as I brought her into my arms for an embrace, Y/n took a moment to breathe and whispers softly into my ear. 

"i love you, Elijah. I love you more than you'll ever know." 

"I love you more my love." 

First Person's POV 

Late into the night, we lay in each other's arms, Elijah and I lay naked under the blankets. My headed rest on his chest, he took my hand away lying across him and brought my hand to rest a sweet and longing kiss against my palm. The action was enough to keep my smile stuck on my lips and it was enough for me to snuggle in closer to him with my hand resting in his and his tender eyes continuing to made me feel incredibly loved and devoted to. 

[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

— 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐂hristopher x 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐑eader

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… before taking a very important test, you and Chris decided to make a bet on who would get the higher score, the person with the lower score would have to do anything the person with the higher score wanted them to do, and unfortunately you got one percent lower than Chris…

𝐖arnings… [ SUGGESTIVE&ANGST ] , swearing , allergic reaction , burning stuff , steamy makeout session ,

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ “𝐘ou seriously think you can beat me?” You huff, holding in your laughter as the chill autumn breeze hits your skin as Chris tries to claim he can beat you at the upcoming test today by getting a higher grade, it almost felt pathetic to be hearing such words even dare to be spoken by him in your presence. “Scared you’ll loose the bet?” He taunts, leaning his back against the railing of the staircase located at the entrance to the campus, one of his many favorite brown leather jacket protecting him from the soft breeze. You chuckle at his immediate assumption, you loosing a silly little bet for the higher score? “Me? Scared? Who do you think I am, a dumbass like you?”

“Oh you’re so high and mighty, I can’t wait to see your face when you loose.” A mocking smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth as you just roll your eyes at his smartass remark, maybe he isn’t a total dumbass but definitely is a goddamn bastard. And why does he have to look so good in that jacket today? “You wish, I never loose. Why do you think I’m on top of the class? I earned it, get ready to do whatever I say after this test, loser.” I state, he chuckles softly before running a hand through his brown messy hair, you could see the slight shift in his demeanor, now appearing more determined and set on one obvious goal. “Yeah, I think you meant you were getting ready to do whatever I say, hm?”

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During the remainder of the day, you two made it each others mission to sabotage the other in anyway possible so they would fail the test, first it started harmless with distracting each other from studying but progressively got more intense and rude but to you two it felt as if it was just another day…

— allergic reaction.

You finally have sat down with your friends, chatting and laughing as jokes and stories were thrown between the group, while you were taking out your already prepared lunch, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Chris smirking ear to ear right at you while talking with his own friend group at their table. You brushed off his stare and continued with your lunch, but when you took the first bite and it went down your throat, something didn’t feel right, your throat started to close up and your breath coming in short puffs and then you realized you were having an allergic reaction, a million questions rise inside of your mind on how this could have happened, you precisely made sure there was nothing you were allergic to inside of your lunch. Then Chris’s little smirk flashes in your mind and already know who was behind this, thank god you had your epipen in your bag. You knew you couldn’t go to the nurse since she would send you home, so you had to live through the pain for the remainder of the day until the test, one day you swear you will not hesitate to kill him.

— burning pile.

Throwing in the last piece of paper you needed to be complete, you watched as the hot flames immediately roared to life, intensifying the already big fire created from Chris’s important notes he had ready for todays test and you also decided to burn some other ones he had in his book bag, from your taken spot you could hear most of the things happening in the school, especially where Chris currently was from the open window and could hear frustrated footsteps stomping throughout the school and just laugh at his immediate reaction, waiting for him to make it to where you were. A half-finished lit cigarette hanging from the corner of your mouth as you see a familiar voice call out your name and already knowing who it is, "Y/n! Give me my notes back, you know those are—" He cuts off his own words by the sight of his notes being a burning pile right in front of him, a mocking smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth, taking the last drag of my cigarette and throwing it into the flames to disintegrate, "Ups! I thought these were useless" you say with fake "I'm gonna literally gonna murder you."

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Chris won the stupid bet, getting a 100% overpowering your 99% on the test and him waving the test in your face, but the thing he asked you to do wasnt something you expected at the very least…

His hands rest on your waist as you two stumble into the kitchen, being all over each other as an intense make out was currently happening between you two, he softly pushes your back into the counter before they tighten its grip and lift you up to sit you down on the counter for better access as your lips which never separate from each other and don’t seem like they will any time soon, your arms wrap around his neck while his rest right above your hips but they keep wandering all over your lower body. Somehow you two ended up in this situation, but you’re certainly not complaining much, the way the feeling of his lips on yours and how your tongues danced together just made a shiver run down your spine, it almost felt like a drug that you felt you needed more of each second.

“Still bitter about loosing that bet? Princess was finally pushed off her high and mighty stool?” He teases, speaking between kisses which became slight messy as he talked but soon gone back to normal, “Maybe, but you have to make it up to me for that allergic reaction.” I answer, still feeling the bitter-sweet taste of losing now being overpowered by the taste of Chris’s mouth on mine. The only time we would pull away from each other was for short breaths before returning right back, you didn’t know for how long you two were like this but it’s not like someone was counting your time nor rushing you. “What about you first making up for burning my notes and looking absolutely delicious smoking that cigarette?” “I think I already did, by doing whatever you want” he smirks into the long kiss, it somehow remaining eager and passionate even after the long duration of it.

His hands squeezed your hips tightly, wandering downwards to rest down on your thighs, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt as our own hands wandered to tangle into his brown messy locks, the long make out session soon came to an end, leaving you two complete panting messes before Chris attacks the sensitive soft flesh of your neck, peppering it with open-mouthed kisses while his hot breath fans over them, causing a soft whimper escape past your lips alongside quick puffs of air, still trying to regain your flow of breath. "Like how your rival is all over you, huh? How he just can't resist the little princess no more." He mumbles against your neck while leaving a significant hickey behind which is going to be not so easy to cover up tomorrow for my classes, "What will I say after someone sees all these marks on my neck?" I question in a playful tone as he raises his head to glance up at my face, appearing almost serious if it wasnt for his eyes which were driven entirely by desire in that moment. "Tell them who you fuckin' belong to, little princess."

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⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... heloheloheloo!! the start of the au has now began and surprisingly this is the first thing im writing for it but its not gonna be all smut all the time so bear with me guys for now, thanks for over 200 notes on my first fic im so grateful guys it feels so insane to me!! 🩵

[magical-reid]

 Worth Staying For

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Setting: Post-Hogwarts, during a quiet moment at Feldcroft

Word Count: 83

Prompt: 9: “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

26: “I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

Summary: As the golden sunset bathes Feldcroft, you stand with Sebastian Sallow, both weighed down by past pain and unresolved emotions. In a moment of vulnerability, Sebastian confesses his fear of losing you, and you assure him that, despite the struggles, you will stay by his side, ready to face whatever comes together.

The dusty golden glow of the setting sun bathed the rolling hills of Feldcroft, a quiet village that rarely felt calm these days. You stood at the edge of the Sallow property, gazing out at the horizon, a cool breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. It would’ve been beautiful, peaceful even, had your mind not been spinning.

Behind you, footsteps crunched across the dry earth. Sebastian Sallow appeared beside you, his silhouette darker against the waning light. He didn’t speak at first—just stood there, hands shoved into his coat pockets as if unsure where to start.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, watching the way his jaw tensed. There was always something about Sebastian, a boy who had endured far too much pain for someone his age. You both had.

“You’re quiet today,” you finally said softly.

“Am I?” he muttered, his voice low and distant.

“Yes. It’s unlike you.”

Sebastian huffed out a laugh, though it lacked any real humor. “Even I get tired of hearing myself talk sometimes.”

You turned your head fully then, facing him as the wind tugged lightly at his dark hair. “What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the horizon before settling on you. “You’ve been spending a lot of time away from Feldcroft. From me.”

You blinked, taken aback by his bluntness. “I—”

“Not that I can blame you,” he cut in, shaking his head, almost like he didn’t want to hear your explanation. “Feldcroft is a dreary place. People here can be cruel. Distrustful. You don’t deserve that. You deserve better than…this.”

He gestured vaguely to the broken land surrounding you, a place scarred by both time and the lingering effects of his past mistakes.

“Sebastian,” you started, your voice firm, “that’s not why—”

“Then why do you leave?” He looked at you, really looked at you, his brown eyes full of a vulnerability he rarely let show. It made your chest ache.

“I…” You faltered. You had been away more often lately. Not because you didn’t want to be near him, but because the weight of his guilt, his self-loathing, made it hard to breathe sometimes. You hated seeing him like this, punishing himself for things he couldn’t change. For things he wasn’t to blame for.

“I know I’ve made mistakes,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hoarse. “Merlin knows I’ll spend the rest of my life paying for them. But I’ll be damned if anyone—anyone—makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved. Including me.”

The words struck you like a thunderclap, sudden and powerful.

“Sebastian—”

“No, listen to me.” He stepped closer, his face set in determination even as his hands trembled slightly. “I know you don’t believe it sometimes. That you feel like you don’t belong here, or anywhere. But you do. You belong here…with me.”

Your throat tightened, the weight of his words settling deep in your chest. For so long, you’d felt like you were caught in between—torn between staying close to the boy who meant everything to you and running from the pain that came with it.

“If I asked you to stay,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, “would you?”

The question hung in the air between you, fragile and desperate. You looked into his eyes, saw the quiet plea there, and realized the truth of it all. Despite everything—despite his guilt, his grief, and the scars the two of you carried—you couldn’t imagine walking away.

“Of course I would,” you said softly, stepping toward him. “Sebastian, I’m not leaving. I never planned to leave.”

The tension in his shoulders eased, and for the first time in weeks, you saw the faint flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you murmured. “Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be.”

He looked at you like you’d just lifted a weight he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and brushed his fingers against your cheek, as if testing whether you were real.

“You’re far too good for me, you know,” he said, his voice soft now.

“And you’re an idiot if you think I’d let you decide that.”

Sebastian let out a short, choked laugh, and the sound warmed you more than the setting sun ever could. His hand cupped your cheek fully now, thumb brushing against your skin as he looked at you with something that felt so close to hope.

“You’re not allowed to leave me, you know,” he whispered.

You smiled faintly, reaching up to place your hand over his. “Then stop giving me reasons to.”

For the first time in a long time, Sebastian leaned in, resting his forehead against yours as the two of you stood there, the world fading into the background. Whatever came next, you knew this—he—was worth staying for.

And you always would.

[raya-hunter01]

Sky's Limit

Sky's Limit

Roman Reigns X OC (Sky)

Dwayne Johnson(The Rock)

Seth Rollins X Becky

Rating: 18+ Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, breaking up, threesome

It’s Sky’s first WrestleMania as Roman’s wisewoman and she’s a nervous wreck. What happens when going in search of her boyfriend reveals a stinging betrayal? A betrayal that threatens to break her but her best friends Roman and Dwayne remind her that she is the prize? Can Sky accept that she is worth it and let Roman and Dwayne worship her or will she push them away?

This was requested by @isabella-2025 Thank you for this challenge, and I hope you like it.

WrestleMania Night 1

Sky's POV

It’s night one of WrestleMania and I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, so it was nice to finally sit down and catch my breath, but I couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“I’m so nervous right now, especially since it’s my first WrestleMania appearance. I don’t want to mess this up tonight.”

“I’mma need you to calm down, breathe, and answer my question, Mama.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

 “Are you gonna grab a drink with us tonight?” My best friend Dwayne asked as I sighed. “I don’t know what Seth has planned.”

“Well bring him along, we won’t bother him. We just wanna hang out with you.” Roman said handing me a water. We were having our last creative meeting for the match later on tonight.  

Our COO Paul Levesque, making his presence felt unnerved me even more. Where the hell was Seth’s ass?

“Alright Sky, I need you to really be on it tonight. We got Heyman coming back in a few weeks and we really want to drive this home that you’re Roman’s wisewoman. This will setup you both trying to stop Solo and the new bloodline while Roman is on his break.”

“I got you; I’m on it….Talk my shit tonight,” I said smiling at Roman as he winked at me. Ok, I’m not gonna lie, he’s my friend but damn he’s a fine piece of man….. I mean I do have a man but I ain't blind.

“Where is Seth?” Dwayne asked as I checked my phone. “I have no clue.” Seeing Cody come in and take a seat made my irritation grow. “Sorry I’m late, my autograph session went over a few minutes.”

“You’re good, we really just started.  We’re still missing Seth.” Paul said somewhat irritated, and I couldn’t blame him. We were due to go on in about two hours and he was nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry ya’ll, let me call him.”

I tried but after two rings it went straight to voicemail. “What the hell? Did he just ignore my call?” I whispered as Dwayne leaned over. “Everything good, Mama? Do you need a few minutes?” he asked as I shook my head.

“Yea, let me go see where he is. His autograph session was earlier, he should have been here,” I muttered excusing myself feeling dread in my spirit. What was going on? Moving through the crowd of people i smiled. Tonight was a big night for us all but i needed to find my boyfriend.

After checking several places and getting no luck I decided to check his dressing room. I swear sometimes he be moving funny. I chalk it up to the fact our relationship is still fairly new but why would today of all days you turn your location off?

Rounding the corner to his dressing room I heard distinct moaning sound. "What the fuck," I whispered listening at the door.

“Quiet, or I’ll make you be quiet,” I heard Seth groan as I heard a distinctive Irish accent. “Mmm, I’m sorry baby.”

Becky? No…It’s not her…Not my best friend…She wouldn't do that.

I felt my anger building as their moans bounced off the walls. Opening the door, I stepped in seemingly in a daze wanting to see it for myself. I needed to be sure.

“I’m almost there. Such a good girl for me, Becky, I love you,” Seth cooed. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t realize I was even in the room watching them.

“We have to hurry up, before she comes back,” Becky groaned as I felt my world crumbling.

“Nah, take your time and finish,” I said slamming the door as they jumped apart.

“What the hell you’re doing Sky?” Seth yelled as Becky jumped up trying to put her clothes on.

“I think I should be asking you that!” I screamed as Becky tried to come towards me.

“It’s not what you think? We were just talking.”

“Don’t come near me or I will snap your fuckin’ neck. Just talkin’ my ass, looks like my boyfriend’s pencil dick was one inch up in your passed around pussy to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Sky.”

“You don’t owe her nothing, least we ain’t gotta hide no more, Becks.” Seth said as I scoffed. The arrogance as he put back on his pants pissing me off.

“Fuck you, Seth! Just stay away from me…Both of you,” I hissed turning on my heels storming out of the room. I knew something was off these last few weeks, but I pushed it to the side.

"Damn me for not seeing it."

 The only reason I didn’t raise hell, and beat both their asses, was the fact we were at work, and I worked too hard for this moment. I wasn’t going to let them take it away from me.

Paul didn’t play that shit; we all would’ve been suspended on the spot and it isn’t worth it to me…I worked too hard for this…Not today, Satan…

“Sky, come back here!” Seth shouted hot on my heels as I sped up. “It’s done! You cheated, and I’m done with you. It’s all good, just leave me alone, Seth.”

“I know you ain’t mad, Sky? What did you think was gonna happen, it’s been four months and you ain’t fucking me.”

“You told me you understood that I wanted us to take it slow. You know what? Just Leave me alone Seth,” I said walking faster, just trying to find somewhere to be alone.

“No, listen to me!” Seth roared grabbing my arm as I pushed against him.

“Let me go, Seth.”

“You had to know I was fuckin’ somebody else. Look at me and look at you, like you ain’t even my type anyway, you're too plain."

"Seth, you can stop now," I whimpered trying to not go off and remain strong.

"Sky, I tried to give this a chance, but I have needs and you weren’t meeting them, Becky was!” he yelled as I felt exposed, our coworkers were stopping in the hall to watch the scene before them.

“Well, she ain’t getting much in that department, inch worm. Hate to tell you but she's faking that shit." The chuckles from the crowd that had gathered setting him off as he growled.

 I saw out the corner of my eye Nattie run off and I couldn’t help but pray she was going to get some help because these other fools were just watching for entertainment.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me clown and apparently, I was right to not sleep with you. You’re fucking my best friend jackass! I mean pardon me for wanting to get to know a person before I spread my legs to them!” I screamed, getting angry all over again.

“And she’s good too.”

“If she so good, why you are following me, there she is,” I said pointing at Becky as she looked embarrassed. “Sky, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t talk to me bitch, the only reason I ain’t beating your ass and his is because I earned this moment and this bullshit ain’t gonna take it from me. I’m not about to get suspended and lose something I worked hard for.”

“Sky, Nattie came and got us, what’s the problem?” Roman asked as I pulled away from Seth and went to stand beside Dwayne, who pulled me close as I fought to keep my eyes on the ground.

“Nothing, goin’ on brotha, just talking to my girl.”

“Ex-girl,” I countered as Seth tried to push pass Roman. “Come here, Sky.”

“Aye, you've done enough, ain’t you embarrassed? I’m embarrassed for you? You just lost the best thing that ever happened to your dumbass.”

“No cause’ I know I made right decision, Roman…She was never good enough for me?” His words stung, he truly felt I wasn’t good enough for him.

“You got that right…She’s too good for you, always been,” Dwayne said stepping to Seth.

“Ah! There you go big man!  Always wanting things that’s mine, both of you. I hate to tell you, her legs locked at the fuckin’ knees, you ain’t gettin’ none,” Seth joked as Roman held Dwayne back.

“Just give me two minutes,” Dwayne growled as Roman shook his head. “We handle it, later,” he whispered as I pulled on Roman’s arm gently. “Can we go please?” I whispered to them both, feeling myself about to lose it, but I didn’t want to cry in front of everyone.

“Sure, we gotchu, baby girl,” Roman whispered before giving Seth one final look. “Stay away from her or it’s gon’ end bad for you,” he growled as Seth seemed shook but tried to play it off.

Roman’s POV

“I can’t believe this fool,” Dwayne said opening the door for Sky. “I’ll be back.” Before we could respond Sky ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Hearing her soft cries broke my heart. “Man, now what? This is a shit show; can you believe him?” I asked as Dwayne seemed deep in thought. “We handle business and keep it professional…Then after, we take her out and we go from there. He's a non-issue now.”

“Easier said than done cause' I wanna beat his ass."

"We keep an eye on him during the match and we talk to her later on and lay it all out."

"We can’t tell her what we were going too, now,” I hissed sitting down. How do you tell your best friend you think her ex who was once your best friend is a piece of shit and didn’t deserve her. How you want to show her how she should be treated by a man.

“Is she alright?” Paul asked, coming inside as I shook my head.

“No, she’s not and I don’t even know if she can go out there tonight. It’s a lot,” I said as Dwayne agreed.

“Yea, maybe we can just do this one alone. She ain’t ready to be out there with all this going on.”

“Yes, I can,” Sky said wiping her eyes coming to sit down beside me.

“You sure, Sky? We wouldn’t blame you baby girl if you needed some time.”

“Roman, I earned this spot, and he’s not going to take it from me. I am your wisewoman and damn it tonight I’m going to be the best wisewoman I can.. I promise I can handle it,” I said as Paul smiled at me.

“Ok, I just wanted to be sure.” he said giving Sky a hug. “Meet me in 15 mins so we can finalize everything,” he said leaving.

“Sky-”

“Can we talk about it later, I just want to do the show and worry about this mess later,” she said with a look of determination. "Yea, anything you want, Mama,” Dwayne assured her as she got up to touch up her makeup.

The main Event

Word had spread fast as to what had happened, Cody had even approached us in Gorilla upset. “You sure you’re ok, Sky?” He asked as she nodded, welcoming his embrace. Why the fuck he touchin’ her?

“I’m ok, Cody.”

I rolled my eyes before I knew it. I couldn’t help myself.  “Damn politician,” I whispered as Sky looked at me confused.

“Keep it professional out there or there will be hell to pay Rollins,” Paul warned before Roman, and I headed into the stadium.

Sky’s POV

Feeling the crowd on a stage that big was amazing. Roman seemed unfazed as we walked through the orchestra playing his music and the crowd going wild.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of beating Seth was in for as Roman helped me in the ring and we waited on Dwayne, his entrance shocking the crowd. “Ok, the fire is cool,” I whispered as Roman smiled at me.

“I know right,” he joked as we shared a quick laugh.

 I had a front-row seat to the drama unfolding. Seth's face reddened, his jaw tightening as he shot Roman an angry glare as he got closer and closer to the ring.

“Yea, this is not going to end well,” I muttered pacing in front of Michael and Pat as Seth finally entered the ring and went to stand on the middle rope looking down at me.

Almost taunting me as I shook my head. “You know you can’t ignore me sweetheart!” The wink he threw my way after he blew a kiss made my stomach turn.

“Let’s go my tribal chief!” I yelled clapping, getting into the zone as Seth seemed angry, I wasn’t paying him any attention. “You can’t ignore me, beautiful!” he yelled as Pat looked at me with worry only relaxing when I mouthed, I was ok.

“Seth is trying to get the Wisewoman’s attention, but she is focused on this match, Cole.”

“As she should be, if Roman and Rock win, it’s bloodline rules tomorrow for Cody vs. Roman.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and you took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.

Seth was a tornado of rage in the ring, his movements erratic and unpredictable. I could see the anger in his eyes, but Roman and Dwayne remained calm, a well-oiled machine of strategy and power.

When Cody was finally down, you could feel the anticipation in the air. Roman tagged Dwayne, and the crowd went wild as he came in fists flying as Seth tried to fight him off.

“Punk ass bitch!” Dwayne yell throwing Seth outta the ring as the ref tried to hold him back. “That’s enough Rock!” The ref yelled as Dwayne paced.

“Get it back in the ring, Seth!” The ref yelled as Seth held his hands up freighting innocence gathering himself as our eyes met. “Come to me,” Seth hissed, walking towards me.

“Get away Seth!” I yelled, accidentally tripping over my heels and falling to the floor, grabbing my ankle in pain as he laughed.

“Oh no! Sky’s in trouble, I know Rollins isn’t about to do this!” I heard Cole yelling.

“He better not! Aye, get back in the ring Rollins! He can’t curb stomp the wisewoman!” Pat yelled as I crawled to my knees trying to stand, as Seth chuckled getting a running start preparing to launch himself, “Wanna bet!”

I closed my eyes bracing for impact, but nothing came. Opening my eyes, I saw Seth’s body fly over my head landing on the announcer’s table with a loud thud.

“Not on my watch bitch!” Roman yelled as Seth writhed in pain on the announcer’s table. “You ok, baby girl?” he asked suddenly by my side helping me up.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I whispered trying to keep up with what was happening right now as Dwayne was going nuts pulling the monitors off the announcer’s table before jumping up there and rock bottoming Seth through the table.

“Finish it Roman!” I yelled pointing at Cody getting back into character as Roman slid back into the ring, ran the ropes before delivering a spear.

“All hell has broken lose out here Pat!”

“Sky is the only one standing right now..This is crazy.”

“Cover him Roman!” I yelled slapping the mat as Roman finally covered Cody. The crowd, on its feet counting with the ref was a beautiful sight as Dwayne struggled to get up.

 I hate he hurt himself trying to protect me, but I felt a sense of relief as the bell rang and he slid back in the ring to celebrate with Roman.

“Bloodline rules tomorrow! Welp, sorry Seth it just wasn’t your night I suppose. Nothing personal Cody, it’s just business, I promise,” I said into the camera with an innocent smile.

“Sky is obviously relieved, Roman and Rock kept their word. It’s Bloodline rules tomorrow!” I heard Pat screech excitedly as Roman beckoned me with his finger. “Get in here,” he smiled as I bit my lower lip slipping under the bottom rope.

“Did you ever think night one would end like this…Reigns…Rock victorious!”

“It’s been a hell of a night Cole and if Sky has anything to say about it, Roman is walking out the Undisputed champion tomorrow night.”

Fireworks began to go off as we celebrated in the ring to end night one of WrestleMania.

Hotel Bar

Sky’s POV

“Are you good, you’ve been quiet since we left the building,” Dwayne asked rubbing my arm as I sipped on my ginger ale.

“I’m fine, ya’ll….I promise.”

“No, you’re not, so stop pretending. Your dipshit of an ex cheated and with your best friend. It’s ok to feel shitty about that,” Roman said as I felt my heart ache.

“Why did he do it?” I couldn’t stop the tears welling in my eyes. “Cause’, he’s an idiot. Don’t cry beautiful,” Dwayne whispered as I shook my head. “I’m not b- beautiful, that man stood in that hall with my best friend and told me I wasn’t good enough for him.”

“That’s his fuckin’ loss not yours. You’re beautiful, Mama.”

“You have to say that, Dwayne. You both do cause' your my friends.”

“You are so beautiful; and you don’t even realize it. That makes us love you even more,” Roman whispered caressing my face making me look at him.

“What?”

“Sky, you deserve the world and even if it’s just for tonight we want to give it to you. Show you how a man should worship a beautiful woman.”

“W-We- Roman, what are you saying?” I asked almost afraid of the answer. “I’m saying, I’m crazy about you, so is my cousin and we’re tired of pretending.” You could cut the tension with a knife.

“Dwayne is that true?” I asked, my heart racing.

“I know I’m not around a lot, so I never approached you about how I felt but yes, It’s true.”

“Am I that dense.”

“No, we just hid it well…Look, we both just want a chance to show you what it feels like to be worshipped because you deserve it. And while all three of us together would be a one-time thing…I have to tell you, I want more, Sky….. I always have.” Roman’s confession making the room spin…. He wanted more…He wanted me.

“I don’t know what to say to all this.” Seth long forgotten now.

“Say we can show you what you deserve,” Dawayne whispered sending chills down my spine as I nodded releasing the breath I was holding. Throwing caution to the wind, Roman leaned over, his lip ghosting across mine.

“Say it, Sky, I wanna hear you say we can have you, baby.”

“Y- You can have me,” I sighed melting into Roman as Dwayne pulled his wallet and paid the bill. The elevator ride to his penthouse suite seemed to take forever as Roman seemed to pick up on my nervousness.

“We got you, baby girl,” he whispered capturing my lips in a searing kiss as I melted feeling his hands and Dwayne’s lips on my body. Relentless in their pursuit to drive me crazy only stopping when we reached our destination with a ding.

“Lord have mercy,” I moaned against Roman’s lips as I felt Dwayne smile against my neck. “You’re in for a treat lil Mama,” he whispered as we stepped out the elevator, casually strolling up to his door.

“Ladies first,” Roman growled smacking me on the ass as I blushed walking into the suite.

The room suddenly beginning to spin as Roman and Dwayne seemed to be working in sync, “Ya’ll done this before?” I gasped as Roman chuckled gently kissing my shoulder, slipping the straps of my dress down. “Nah, you’re the first,” he moaned as my dress pooled at my feet.

“And the last beautiful,” Dwayne added pulling me against him as I purred feeling his need for me. “Is this real?” I panted, the feeling of their lips and hands on by body igniting a fire within me.

“Lay down, spread your legs and we’ll show you just how real this is,” Roman groaned as I blushed but complied. Their smoldering gazes holding me captive as they undressed.

“Look at you beautiful, just waiting on us to ruin you.” Roman’s eyes darkening as Dwayne sank to his knees between my legs as my body anxiously shook with anticipation as he caressed my hips.

“We got you baby, just enjoy,” he whispered kissing my belly button as Roman laid beside me, caressing my body, his lips ghosting across mine. His dick hard and demanding as it pressed into my side.

“He every ate your pussy baby?”

I could only nod, entranced by Roman and his voice. “Nah, I mean like really ate this pretty pussy till it squirted?” Roman asked as I blushed. “Answer me baby girl, has he?” Roman questioned as we shared a brief passionate kiss.

“Dwayne, shit!” I moaned against Roman’s lips, arching my back, as Dwayne licked and sucked at my clit.  His devious chuckle against my pussy sending shockwaves through my body as Roman's fingers joined him, plunging deep inside me as Dwayne's tongue worked its magic.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Roman said confidently as they took me higher and higher. “No, he didn’t,” I cried out as his lips found my neck. “Well, he was lazy, but we gotchu Sky, now cum,” he demanded as I felt my body exploded unexpectantly at his demand.

“Hell yea, squirt in his mouth. Fuckin’ soak my fingers too,” he praised watching me through hooded eyes as I continued to come undone before them.

“Damn, you taste so good.” Dwayne’s muffled voice confessed as he continued to drink from my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, let me see,” Roman murmured as I watched with wide eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth as tasted them. The sensual erotic gesture shocking me as a low moan fell from his lips, turning me on even more.

What was this man and his cousin doing to me?

“Sweet as fuck, just like I knew you’d would be,” Roman growled as Dwayne he climbed up beside me, claiming my lips in a deep kiss as Roman suddenly disappeared.  

Tasting myself on his lips, I moaned in shock at the erotic action. I had never experienced anything like this before and I loved it.

Seth was always so robotic during oral and never wanted to kiss after. Maybe that’s why I could never seal the deal with him. Melting further into his passionate kiss, I felt free…Free to do what I felt and wanted.

“You taste real good, don’t you?” he groaned against my lips as I pulled him closer. “Mmm, shit.” I moaned, my eyes briefly meeting Roman’s as Dwayne began kissing and nibbling on my neck.

“Roman, it feels so good,” I moaned as he licked his lips, stroking his dick turned on by the intimate act, knowing what was about to transpire.

 “Yea, embrace that shit cause' we just getting started.”

“You ready for her, Uce,” I faintly heard Dwayne utter, suckling now on my breasts as I writhed beneath him.

“Mmmhmm, been ready.”

“Roman, I need you,” I begged as he came towards me, bending down capturing my lips in a passionate, slow sloppy kiss.

“You ain’t never gotta beg baby, I got you…Now be a good girl and get on your knees. Show him your appreciation for makin’ you feel good, baby,” Roman moaned as Dwayne pulled away, moving to the head of the bed, eager to receive his reward as I complied with Roman’s request.

“Come get it lil Mama…He don’t bite, I promise,” he moaned taking my hand and guiding it to his dick as I began to stroke him. My movements were somewhat clumsy at first but grew bolder and more confident as I took him in my mouth, a primal groan escaping his lips.

“Yea, there you go…Up….. Mmm, down…..Yea…. Take it a little at a time and breathe... Fuck, you feel so good!”

“Mouth game lethal ain’t it?”

“Hell yea, fuck.”

“You doin’ so good Sky..You hear me? We’re proud of you baby girl.”  Roman’s comforting words making my heart race as his fingertips danced down my spine.

 I was whining mess, refusing to release Dwayne’s dick as I Roman continued to talk me through it.  “Yea, my queen is doin’ so fuckin’ good.”

“We so fuckin proud of you Mama, suck dat dick for me....Damn.”

 Noticing Dwayne’s reaction as my mouth vibrated around his dick, I did it again as he gasped helplessly. “Sky, s-shit.”

“Yea, do that shit for him baby girl.”

Humming in pleasure I felt Dwayne’s grip on the back of my head tighten. The subtle growl that escaped his lips as he fought to not lose control urged me to take him even further into my mouth.

“Now let me give you what you deserve for being such a good girl for us,” Roman whispered, chills shot down my spine feeling him rubbing his dick up and down my clit as I moaned in anticipation.

“Oouu, shit stop playin’ and put it in, Roman, I need it please,” I pleaded as Roman bit back a moan.

“I know you need it baby, but we gotta take it slow..I don’t wanna hurt you,” I he moaned slowly thrusting the mushroom head tip past my folds as I groaned. “R-Roman, I-”

“I know it baby, just take care of him Ma, I got you,” he moaned thrusting in and out little by little stretching me deliciously out as suddenly I gagged.

Dwayne’s hips bucked, pushing his dick further into my mouth catching me off guard as tears sprang to my eyes.

“Breathe, Sky you can do it…You almost got it all in your mouth, relax ya throat, and breathe for me,” Dwayne instructed as I relaxed allowing him to guide my movements.

“Fuck yea, you got it now Mama,” he praised as I felt something within me take over as I began to claw at his thighs taking more and more of his dick in my mouth with each strategic bobble of my head.

With a snap of his hips Roman bottomed out as I screamed around Dwayne’s dick..

“Fuck yea, grip it..Yea, grip my dick, baby.” Roman growled beginning to thrust inside me, his rhythm slow and steady as I whined in pleasure. Each thrust of his hips caused me to take Dwayne further down my throat.

“You feel so good, Sky,” Roman praised as I submitted to him.

“And looks so good getting fucked out by us,” Dwayne added caressing my face as I moaned even more turned on, but suddenly tensing feeling Roman’s thumb against my ass.  

His thrusts becoming more strong and powerful as I felt myself fighting against him as his thumb slipped inside my ass.

“R-Roman, w-mmm, what you doin’?” I moaned releasing Dwayne but still stroking him as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Shh, relax baby, I’m just getting you ready, so it won’t hurt as bad when he takes you here.”

“T- Take me there? I- I’ve never. Uh,” I moaned as Roman went deeper. “Look at me Sky,” Dwayne whispered caressing my face as I willed my eyes to his.

“Trust us, Mama..We would never do anything to hurt you…Now relax for him.” His deep voice soothing me. Not needed to be again, I relaxed as Roman continued to work me over gradually thrusts one…then two..then three fingers inside me as I cried out from the dual sensations of his dick drilling my pussy and his fingers in my ass.

“Yea, dat’s it…. Open up for Daddy, beautiful.”

“Oouu, baby! Roman, fuck!” I screamed, as Dwayne chuckled.

“Yea, you love dat shit don’t you? You Daddy’s good girl, ain’t you? Tell Daddy, Sky," Roman commanded.”

“Yes, I’m Daddy’s good girl,” I cried moving against him, still stroking Dwayne, who had remained quietly entranced. His piercing gaze darkening as he watched Roman fuck me.

“Damn, she ready ain’t she? Yea, you takin’ dat dick good for him…Mmm, keep bitin’ dat lip Mama. You so fuckin' sexy,” he rasps.

“Mmmhm, she good and ready for us…Go get a condom,” Roman moaned suddenly turning me over, as I cried out at the new deep missionary position as Dwayne got off the bed obeying Roman’s orders.

“R-R- Ooouu, Roman,” I moaned as he swiveled his hip hitting my g-spot over and over. “Yea…It’s just us now baby,” he whispered against my lips going deeper as I clawed at his back.

“Just us,” I moaned, our foreheads pressed together as our bodies molded together.

“After tonight, you’re just mine you understand? He can’t have you again..Not Seth... Not my cousin..Just me..Just my woman."

“Roman,” I whined as he growled against my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good…. Tell me you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” I cried out as a primal growl escaped his lips.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he praised rolling over as I gasped feeling him deeper inside me, his girth stretching me more and I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself.

“Y-You’re so deep, fuck,” I cried as Roman gripped my hips tighter. “I know…And about to go deeper,” he groaned bucking his hips as I fell forward my lips crashing against his as we moved together in sync.

Dwayne somewhat forgotten until I felt the tip of his dick at my ass, my body held hostage between them.

“You gon’ let me in, Mama?” he whispered kissing down my spine, Roman swallowed my moan as I whimpered feeling the cold lube against my ass as he gently rocked his hips, slowly slipping the tip inside.

“Oh! Fuck!” I hissed against Roman’s lips as he held me tighter as he stilled my hips. “I know Sky..It’s gon’ feel good, I promise,” he cooed kissing my face and neck as I melted further into him.  

Dwayne easing inside of me thrusting only so far before pulling out, determined to not cause me pain. “We got you, Sky,” and with a snap of his hips I cried out, in shock and pain.  “Pull out, it’s burning,” I groaned, reaching behind trying to push at Dwayne’s stomach. “I’m in baby, you did so good,” he rasped stilling his hips giving me time to adjust to the invasion.

“I feel so full, it’s too much,” I cried as Roman looked at me with lust filled eyes, caressing my face. “Breathe Sky, you’re in control baby, we move when you ready.” His calming voice helping me to calm down and take a breath.

“Good girl, now do you want us to stop?” he asked as I shook my head no. “I’m ready now.” I gasped.

 Dwayne began to thrust slowly as I gasped, feeling less pain and more pleasure. “Look at my good girl takin’ us both. I’m so proud of you Sky.” Roman praised, starting to move again as my eyes rolled back in my head.  

“Yea, get yo’ nut Sky.” Dwayne urged me as I let go of the fear and embraced the unknown.

“It feels so good, both of you feel so good," I cried, their thrusts in sync with each other.

"We here to please you, baby......Mmhm, you look so beautiful like this. Fuck, so lucky we got to have you like this." Roman's confession making me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Oh my god!” I cried out as Roman sat up, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as Dwayne held me close, marking my neck. “You are so fuckin’ tight, fuck.”

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Roman added as my body seemed to go into overdrive as I began moving with them. “Yes…Take what you need Sky…Get..That.. Shit,” Roman growled out each trust more powerful than the last.

“I’mma get it, Daddy,” I cried out, my body on full sensory overload. The pull and push…The push and pull of our bodies driving us all to the brink as my vision begins to get fuzzy.

“She’s there, I feel all this pussy grippin’ me even tighter.”

“I feel it too, Uce…. Cum for us Mama…Please, we need to see and feel you cum.” Dwayne pleaded.

“R- Roman…Uh, Dwayne!” I cried out, sandwiched between them. Feeling pleasure, I never deemed possible as their mouths and dicks had me a writhing, speechless….Mess….Seth who?

“We gotchu, baby…Let go,” Dwayne’s deep voice boomed sending chills down my spine.

“You can do it….Let go for us baby, we right here.” Roman moaned talking me through it.

“Fuck! I’m cummin!” I cried coming undone in their arms as they soon followed. The sounds of our heavy breathing soothing me as they both slowly pulled out, my body convulsing at the loss.

“It’s ok….Don’t cry, baby…I gotchu,” Roman whispered holding me close as I broke down. “We’re all good, you did so good,” he praised as I nodded feeling overwhelmed. Too much had happened today in general.

“I’ll run her a bath and give ya’ll a few minutes.”

Next Door

Seth’s POV

“Seth, come to bed.”

“What the fuck was that? How could she do that?” I hissed pacing the floor as Becky sat up in bed rubbing her tired eyes.  “Seth, it ain’t our business that the people next door just had a threesome. Hell, I say good for all parties involved,” she said as I growled.

“That’s Sky over there…I know her voice and Roman’s anywhere.”

“Ok, so she had a threesome. Why does that bother you, I mean you left her for me? It’s not your business anymore what she does. You love me remember?”

“Nobody does me like this, embarrassing me n shit,” Seth muttered putting his pants back on as Becky looked at him in disbelief.

“I know you ain’t going over there? Are you serious? I’m here and you worried about who’s screwing her!”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack, wouldn’t give me no ass but you over there bussin’ it down for my best friend and his cousin!”

“It’s not your business!”

“The hell it ain’t!” Seth yelled storming out of his hotel suite and heading next door.

Sky’s POV

“Ya’ll didn’t have to do this for me.” I sighed relaxing in the tub as Roman bathed me.

“We wanted too, and I’mma always take care of you.”

“Roman did you mean what you said?”

“Yea, I did.....I’ve always wanted you Sky, but it seemed like the time was never right.”

“So much has happened, I don’t want you to feel obli-”

 “I’m willing to wait until you’re ready, it’s no rush. You take all the time you need,” he said as Dwayne smiled at me from the door sippin’ on his glass of Brandy.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us all. I mean how can I look at ya’ll at work tomorrow, knowing what we did here tonight.”

“Easy, you smile and say hello,” Dwayne joked as I rolled my eyes.

“And you better be speaking to me with a smile anyway, since when all this shit settles i'mma be ya' man."

"Roman," I blushed as he laughed. "I love it when you blush, so fuckin' innocent."

Franticly knocking on the door disturbing our moment before I could respond as Dwayne and Roman shared a confused gaze.

“You expecting someone?” I asked as he shook his head.

“Probably somebody at the wrong door, ignore it. Look Sky, I love you, but I would never want to jeopardize our friendship so I’m good with this being a one-night thing. I’m not here enough to be demanding anything from you.” “Yea?”

“Yes… I just wanted a chance to worship you sweetheart. Show you that you are worthy, and you deserve the world…You know you my best friend.”

“The world, huh?” I blushed as he leaned down and kissed my temple. “Yes, the world and I know Roman will give it to you. That’s why I don’t mind steppin’ aside because I know he will take care of you.”

“I’ll take care of him too.” Roman smiled letting Dwayne and I have our moment of clarity but the persistent knocking and someone shouting was now impossible to ignore.

“Who trying to beat my damn door off the hinges?” Dwyane growled tightening his robe as Roman stood up.

“Just relax and stay here, we got it,” he mumbled heading out behind him as I ignored his request, got out and quickly put on my robe.

“Where the fuck is my girl?! I know she’s here; I heard her.”

“Your girl? I though Becky was with you Seth?”

“Sky! Where is Sky?...Rock, I know she’s here, I heard her moan. I heard her scream, you are really a piece of shit, both of you.”

“Damn, you listenin' at the walls or something. You know acting like a stalker is unbecoming of you Seth.?” He said as Roman rolled his eyes at Seth’s antics.

“Besides where she is or isn’t ain’t your business now is it. She's my woman now."

“Your woman, Ro? You wish, look just tell her to come out so we can talk.”

“That ain’t happening, take your ass back to your room and the woman you chose. Sky is unavailable to your ass.” And with that Roman slammed the door in his face.”

Seth, not to be denied went right back to knocking like a madman. Is he serious, after all he did?

“I’mma beat his ass.”

 “No, I got it Roman,” I whispered going to the door.

He touches you and he’s dead,” Roman hissed as I opened the door.

“What you want Seth; shouldn’t you be with Becky right now?”

“I knew it was you, look let me talk to you.”

“We ain’t got nothing to talk about, its over…I’m not good enough for you remember?”

 “Piece of shit,” Roman muttered as I looked back at him silently pleading for him to let me handle it.

“This ain’t a good look doin’ all this shit, Sky....This isn’t you.”

“What am I doing exactly Seth?”

“You know what, stop playing with me Sky. You really gonna stand here and look me in my face like you just didn’t have a threesome with them, one of them being a person I considered my brother.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, I’m your brother now..Man, that ship years ago.”

“You need to leave because we have nothing more to say here. You’re with Becky and I’m moving on with my life.”

“Just like that, after everything we been through.”

“Been though? Seth, you cheated on me with my best friend...Told me I wasn’t good enough for you…Now I’mma need you to keep that same energy because It’s my time to do what makes me happy.”

“Your self-esteem that low you that you are whoring yourself out now. I mean, even if you ain’t good enough for me, your better than this,” Seth ranted as Roman and Dwyane stepped in front of me.

“Say it again, we’ll drop your ass!” Dwayne hissed as I pushed back through them. Determined to handle this myself…I had too…

“I told ya’ll I got it.” My voice more confident and stronger than before as I reared back and punched Seth in the nose as he hissed in pain.

“What the fuck you do that shit for, Sky?!”

“Because you deserve it and we ain’t at work now so I can rock your shit for what you did to me!"

“Easy Mama,” Dwayne whispered as I nodded reeling my anger back in as Roman rubbed my shoulders.

“Look, what I do from now on is my business, not yours. When you had me you didn’t cherish what you had so we’re done..We were done the moment I saw you with her.”

“Sky, please,” Seth pleaded trying to reach for me as took a step back.

 “See me in the hall, keep walking… See me in catering, ignore me..See me on the plane, sit nowhere near me-”

“Sky-”

“See me kissing Roman, deal with it because it’s none of your business anymore.”

“So that’s how you really feel?”

“I’m not good enough you? So why you care so much if that’s how I feel…Just go, Seth” I said throwing his words back in his face, but he refused to move. His cold hard stare not phasing any of us.

“Man, are you deaf?..You heard her, leave before we make you leave,” Roman growled.

“Hell, she’s the only reason you ain’t getting’ your ass whipped now, move along.”

“Fuck you, Rock!” Seth shouted as I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“Please get the hell outta here before I let them give you what you really deserve.” I threatened as Seth finally stormed off and Dwayne closed the door.

“Sky-”

“Roman, I don’t want to talk about it, I’m going to finish my bath. He’s not ruining my night,” I announced walking away from them as Roman cleared his throat, stopping in my tracks.

“What Roman?” I asked with a bit of an attitude.

“Confidence and attitude looks great on you, baby. I’mma enjoy breakin’ your back in when I take you back to my room.” His deep voice causing my thighs to clinch at the thought.

“Damn, looks like you in trouble mama. You sure you gon’ be able to handle it,” Dwayne chuckled as I shoot them both a sly smile.

“My mama ain’t raised no punk… I look forward to it, sir.”

Putting an extra swing in my hips, I closed the bathroom door and released the breath I was holding. “Oouu…That man,” I groaned hearing them laughing in the next room.

Yes, life was definitely looking up.

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happy thanksgiving everyone!

just a lil fluff thanksgiving bf!simon post bcz i just sobbed my heart out over the most absolutely devastatingly beautiful angst story i’ve ever read (through statics, give it a read!) and if i keep thinking about it i’m going to actually spiral

not proofread so :P

(i said this then made myself cry again writing this bffr. this also ended up way longer than i meant for it to so lol!)

“simon?”

“…baby?”

“simon theodore! are you even listening to-“

simon suddenly snaps back out of his thoughts at the stern tone in your voice, letting out a small grunt as if saying “yes i was” but in reality.. he wasn’t. he was too far gone in his absolutely harrowing thoughts, because today is the day.

the day he’s having thanksgiving dinner with your family. i repeat, simon “ghost” riley is currently on his way to eat turkey and stuffing and pumpkin pie with his girlfriend’s family. sound the alarms!

don’t get me wrong, he’s met some of your family before. your parents, your siblings. but.. your entire family is going to be here. moms side, dads side, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. oh god.

this man has been through war and back. literally. yet, he feels as anxious as he did the first day he joined the army, just thinking about the events that are about to go down. he’s literally trembling. terrified to lift his hands from the death grip he has on the steering wheel because he knows you’ll get that same teasing sympathetic look on your face as you always do.

he finally clears his throat, breaking his deadpan stare out the windshield to glance over at you for a moment, which brings him a little comfort. just the sight of you, really, could relax every tense muscle in his body.

“yeah, yeah, ‘m listenin’. said sumn about.. ham..?”

you look over when you feel his gaze on his, that same smile he was just trying to prevent spreading across your face. holding back a laugh from the random mention of ham, you place your left hand on his meaty thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“…no. are you okay? i promise they’re gonna love you, si. seriously.”

you know, of course, about your boyfriend’s past. his alcoholic of a father, the absence of his mother, the way he buried himself with work and an early grave in an attempt to forget it all. every time you think about it, your heart squeezes. because his pain is your pain, and it hurts you so deeply its as if it happened to you. plus, your man doesn’t deserve all that weight on his shoulders!

so, you’re kind. loving. forgiving. you never hold his mistakes over his head, knowing it happened so many times in his childhood. you’ve been together not even a year, yet, you know. you know he’s the one that you’ll marry, the one who’s children you’ll have running around your big white suburban house. and he knows it too. which is why he agreed to this!

he gives another grunt after he mulls over your question, because, really, is he okay? he’s not sure himself, at this point.

“i.. ‘m fine. lets just get this over with.”

—

once you actually arrive, you’re.. not sure if simon is still breathing in his seat. neither is he. his hands are still placed firmly on the steering wheel and his feet on the pedals, even though he already turned the car off. five minutes ago.

“baby. take a deep breath in,”

you begin, your smile falling as you realize he’s actually terrified. this is probably the first thanksgiving dinner he’s ever been to. and with his future family? he just wants the world to open up and swallow him whole already.

but, he obliges, taking a sharp inhale in, holding it, then letting it out when you say. it actually does relax his muscles a little, but not his nerves. no, they’re so far gone he thinks they won’t be relaxed for the next five years.

“then out. you’re okay. everything will be okay. i promise, they’ll love you. worst case scenario, we leave and get chinese.”

he looks over at you, his gaze still as intense as ever, but you can see the utter fear and nerves swirling around behind his brown eyes. you let out a small sigh, leaning over the center console to place a soft kiss on his stubbly cheek.

“lets go in. we can come back out if its too much, okay?”

he nods, swallowing so hard he thinks he might’ve swallowed his own tongue. his grip on the steering wheel finally releases as he exits the car, the crisp november air instantly hitting his face and the white t-shirt & blue jeans that took him two hours to pick out.

he rounds the front of the black pickup truck, opening your door and taking your hand as you slide down out of the passenger seat.

as you two walk up to the front door of your mother and father’s home, his grip on your hand tightens more and more with each step. you place another reassuring peck on his arm, which loosens it just a little. just a little.

you make it to the front door, and oh my god simon thinks he’s going to pass out. he’s trying to keep it together, but staring through the foggy glass of the door, seeing the bustling of your family inside, he thinks he might hurl.

“oh — you must be the famous simon we hear so much about! her mom never shuts up about you!”

one of your aunts opens the door, a beaming smile spread across her face as she sees you, then cranes her neck up to look at your brute of a boyfriend. you can see the shock on her face for a split second, although she doesn’t dwell on it. but simon does.

why did she look at me like that? do i have something on my face? bloody hell, i’m gonna throw up everywhere and she’s gonna leave me and-

you cut simon out of his thoughts with a reassuring squeeze to his hand, glancing from him to your aunt. she reaches her hand out, and simon hesitantly meets it, giving it a gentle yet firm shake.

“we’re glad to be here! simon is excited to meet everyone, right, love?”

“yeah. can’t wait.”

you two make your way through the lively house, and simon can’t help but think about how.. domestic it all is.

your siblings and cousins all running around, playing together and weaving in and out of the various rooms. your mom, aunts, and grandmothers gathered in the kitchen, preparing the food and gossiping about their respective partners. your dad, uncles and grandpas laughing heartily over beers and nachos as they watch the ongoing baseball game on the tv.

its something simon has never had the pleasure of experiencing in real life, and something he never thought he’d get to experience.. ever. the reality hits him, so much harder than he’d thought.

that.. this is his life. this is his family. not those people who abandoned him all those years ago. you’re his family. and the thought warms his chest in a way not even you could.

the day flies by, so much faster than simon thought it would. he got to meet everyone, speak with everyone. he even had a beer with your dad. although this may be completely new to him, it instantly felt familiar. felt right. the stability and domesticity he’s craved for so long, and he’s finally got it.

he was nervous the whole time, of course. he still is. but having you there made it all melt all way after a few hours. he stayed by your side the entire time, not wanting to leave you alone, but also not wanting to be alone himself. your reassuring squeezes, your loving pecks to his cheek or arm, they kept him grounded. and he will never be able to re-pay you for such a feat.

when it comes time to eat, everyone is crowded around the living room with heaping plates in hands. your cousins are sprawled on the floor, uncles and aunts sitting in random camping chairs they brought knowing there wouldn’t be enough space for everyone.

simon can’t wait to eat. the fragrant turkey and gravy sitting in his lap, he thinks he will simply die if he doesn’t dig in.

but, one of your aunts mentioned saying grace. something simon doesn’t think he’s done a single time in his life.

everyones heads bow, hands connecting around the room, simon holding yours in his left and your sibling’s in his right as you all squeeze together on the couch.

your mother begins her prayer, giving her thanks for the people, the food, and the house they’re so lucky to be blessed with. simon finds it a little silly as a firm non-believer of any type of religion, but it also squeezes at his heart, because they truly are blessed. he’s blessed.

then, she mentions him.

“and thank you, for bringing such a handsome man into my daughter’s life. we hope for a long, healthy life for the two of them, and hope he doesn’t mind his new crazy family.”

his new crazy family.

you peek your eyes open with the widest grin, glancing over to see if simon is as flushed as you think he is.

but he’s not.

he’s crying.

you can feel his hand slightly trembling, his eyes still clamped shut as the tears roll down his face and his lip pouts out just the slightest. your smile instantly falls, your hand still connected with his as you raise them to wipe at his tears.

you try to be discreet, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to as you dry his eyes with your sleeve. you can feel your heart doing flips, the fact that he’s so touched that he’s crying making you want to cry yourself.

after they say amen, everyone instantly digs into their plates. except the two of you.

you can’t take your eyes off of simon, and he can’t take his reddened eyes off of you. here, in this moment, you both realize something.

everything you two’ve been through. the lows, the sleepless nights. the highs, nights out on the town until ungodly hours. has lead to this. this connection, this moment.

and, god, neither of you could ask for more. he truly can’t wait to put a ring on your finger.

after a few moments of silent conversation you give him a small smile, and the two of you tune back into the world, digging into your plates and enjoying the presence of your family and each other.

this is his family now. and just like he couldn’t ask for more from you, he couldn’t ask anymore from them. he loves them just as much as he does you.

a few hours later, everyone begins leaving and heading home. thanksgiving is officially over for your household.

you can barely drag simon away from the kitchen, who is stacking a plate the size of his own head with the various dishes strewn across the counter. your mother was absolutely delighted at the fact that he kept going back, for seconds, thirds, then fourths. and now he’s taking the remaining leftovers.

you two make it back out to the truck, him helping you in before the both of you settle in and fasten your seatbelts.

but he doesn’t yet start it. he looks over at you, a content sigh escaping his lips and a smile so warm across his face you think you could melt.

“i love you.”

he simply says, the usual monotone stance in his voice replaced with something else. something warm and sweet, like the soft piece of pumpkin pie in the plate in your lap, neatly covered by a layer of tin foil.

“i love you too, simon. i told you they’d love you.”

you respond, the smile on your own face giddy and almost sickly sweet as you think about everything that just happened, and everything that will happen.

its a little hard for simon to make sense of all these new emotions and flooding feelings as you two make the long drive back home. but one thing he does know, he’s thankful.

thankful for you, thankful for the 5 inch tall plate of food in the backseat, and thankful for your family.

for his family.

[captainheartcollector]

Doubts

Alastor x Reader

A/N: Hello, everyone! Here is my first (and probably only since I’m not really a writer) attempt at an Alastor x Reader. I don’t know why, but I got inspired to write a scenario involving the day after having relations with Alastor the very first time. It doesn’t go into detail. Being on the ace spectrum myself, maybe this was just my way of coping with things. This was very self-indulgent. Story is all from Reader’s POV, whom I kept gender neutral. I’m sorry if Alastor is super ooc. I don’t have any clue on how to capture his personality. But I hope that you can enjoy the story nonetheless!

CW: suggestive themes, excessive use of pet names

Word Count: 1,144

Last night was the first time Alastor and you made love. Why he decided to be so generous, you couldn’t say. But you weren’t going to complain. When you awoke the following morning, you awoke to an empty bed. His spot beside you was cold. He had undoubtedly been up hours before you were. Realization set in. Did last night really happen? Was it a dream? No. The evidence riddled all over your aching body proved it. You eventually found the strength to sit up. Was he upset with you? Did he regret his decision to go all the way? Is that the reason he didn’t stay? You hadn’t pressured him, but you were the one who really wanted it after all.

Brushing those dangerous trepidations aside, you washed up and got ready for the day as usual. It was your day off, so you took things easy. However, you couldn’t help but notice that Alastor was nowhere to be seen within the hotel. Was he avoiding you? Surely, he was out on business, attending to his duties as an Overlord or brainstorming ideas for his next radio broadcast. Maybe he was just taking one of his daily strolls, chatting with Miss Rosie. Would he tell her?

Sure, Alastor was a schemer, but at this point, it felt far too late to start doubting him now. So, you tried your best to push those feelings away and keep yourself preoccupied, aiding as much as you could with the daily tasks around the hotel.

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It was hours before he finally returned. You glanced at the clock—it was nearly midnight. He sauntered through the front doors like all was right with the world. Once he detected your presence, he ambled across the lobby over to you smoothly. “Good evening, (y/n),” he chirped melodically with a flourish and a gleam in his eye. “I trust that you’ve caught up on your beauty sleep?” He sounded as pleasant as ever. So, you were clearly on speaking terms. Maybe that meant he wasn’t angry, or…

Despite your reservations, you couldn’t contain the eager smile creeping its way onto your face as you admired him. “Sure did,” you answered casually. “How was your outing today?”

“Frightfully illuminating, I must say. Thanks for asking!”

He acted like he was in a good mood. Therefore, you weren't going to sour it by prying further on the matter—especially when you could discern that he didn’t want you to. However, you needed to know the answers to the questions plaguing your mind. “Alastor,” you murmured, “do you think that we could talk…privately?” The last word was a whisper.

“Certainly, sweetheart.” That was easy. “Meet me in the library in ten.”

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And that’s where the two of you were now—in a secluded, quiet corner of the library. You made sure no one else was around beforehand. Though why would there be at this hour. He sat next to you on the plush camelback sofa. You stared down at your hands which were fidgeting in your lap nervously as you spoke. “Alastor…you’re not upset with me, are you?”

He studied you silently for a moment before responding. You could never tell what was running through that demented head of his. Suddenly, he chimed, “Not at all, dearest. What reason would there be for that?”

Did he really not get it? Was he just pretending to be oblivious? Or was he truly unbothered by what happened?

“You know…Last night. You’re not mad?”

You felt his slender, clawed fingers cup your chin, forcing you to look at him directly. His smile was genuine and warm.

“Of course not, darling. It was consensual, was it not?”

“Yes, but I would never want you to do those things if they make you uncomfortable…or, if you just plain don’t want to.”

“I did want to. I wanted to because I knew you wanted to.”

What? That was so uncharacteristically thoughtful to hear him say. His thumb caressed your cheek in reassurance while his lidded gaze never faltered. It felt as though he was completely unperturbed.

“Wow…That’s so sweet of you, Alastor.” So sweet, you almost didn’t know how to process it. “But,” you interjected, “I want you to be able to enjoy it, too. Otherwise, I can’t—”

One of his fingers grazed over your lips, effectively shushing you.

He let out a low hum as if in brief contemplation before continuing. “I did enjoy it… More than I thought possible,” he admitted, seemingly in spite of himself.

You couldn’t fight back the hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “So…you don’t regret it?”

“Au contraire,” he beamed as he leaned in closer, mischief glinting in those gorgeous crimson eyes of his. “One could easily grow accustomed to seeing all those pretty faces you make while chanting my name more often.”

Immediately, an intense heat began to scald your cheeks as you hid your face in embarrassment, swatting him away playfully. “Don’t tease me!”

He chuckled heartily at your expense. “No sense in acting shy now, darling!”

“Ah, Alastor, stooop!”

His laughter continued briefly before he wiped a gleeful tear from his eye and conceded, “Very well.”

As soon as the silly little incident died down, you mustered the confidence to behold his eyes once more. He appeared absolutely pleased with himself. And yet again, you couldn’t help but return his contagious, everlasting smile. He was so beautiful—beyond just his face or form. You knew he was a menace, but there were beautiful aspects to his personality, too. Well, when he wanted there to be. Being able to make you smile—sincerely smile—was just one of them.

“Y’know,” you said finally, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you, “I’m glad.”

Alastor’s toothy grin somehow grew even wider as he leaned down close to you like he had before. His hand crept along the back of your neck affectionately as he placed a tender kiss gently upon your forehead. Even after he carefully pulled away, his deft fingers continued to brush lightly through your hair and along your scalp. You could have melted right there and then.

“That’s wonderful news, (y/n.) Let’s try and keep it that way, shall we?”

You nodded in agreement as you happily slid into his arms, wrapping your own around his lithe frame, never taking for granted how freely and frequently he allowed you to touch him during these soft and confidential moments. “I love you,” you sighed contentedly, nuzzling against his chest.

However, it was his unexpected reply that left you feeling giddy for the rest of the night.

“I know, my dear. I am…quite fond of you, too.”

And that was enough for you.

[raysrays]

Fatal Attraction Chapter Two (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference,Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the “Cryptid Rengoku” character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

Chapter One

He let me go. I can’t believe what just happened as I stumble back to the small, secluded residence where Tamayo has been housing us. My ankle hurts, but not as badly as before. The pain lingers, though it's less intense after resting and talking with that monster.

I'm in shock and disbelief. Out of all the people who have been searching for these mythical monsters for years, I had the misfortune of encountering one—and a dangerous one at that.

I think back to that haunting smile, those sharp teeth, and the glow of his red eyes. However, Tamayo's rambling might have saved me in a way. I never looked Kyojuro Rengoku directly in the eyes, which means he couldn’t sway my emotions.

If I remember correctly, the Hashira—or more specifically, these cryptid creatures—have the ability to influence a person’s control once you look into their eyes. This could be a means of protection or a manipulation tactic. I didn’t care what Kyojuro Rengoku’s intent was. Once I realized the situation I was in, I kept my gaze low.

He seemed not to notice, or at least he never mentioned it.

My mind is racing, and there's a nauseous feeling in my stomach. The full realization of the situation crashes down on me all at once: I encountered one of the nine most dangerous monsters our group has been researching. And I can’t breathe a word about it to any of them, especially not Tamayo.

The guilt didn’t set in until I finally made it back to the small house. I could see Tamayo, Yushiro, and some of the others talking in a group through the window.

There they were, discussing theories and ideas, while I stood outside with a twisted ankle, no flower, and a huge secret I had to keep from them.

In that moment, it felt like the world was working against me. I didn’t even believe in any of these ridiculous creatures, and now I’m stuck returning to see one every other day.

And return I did. Once my ankle healed, I kept my promise to him, bringing offerings of different foods and teas. I tried bringing blankets and fabric once, but he didn’t seem to enjoy those.

Even though sneaking around at night to see him was difficult, I made it work. Our dynamic was confusing, but I tolerated it. The first few times I visited, we sat and ate together. He would ask me questions about myself and my life, which I usually answered briefly. I didn’t want a terrifying monster knowing everything about me. Recognizing my face was bad enough.

When I tried to ask him questions, he would either change the subject or ignore me completely. If anyone else behaved like this, I’d probably tell them off. But when you’re dealing with an eight-foot-tall cryptid with teeth sharper than any blade, I let it slide.

Today, on my way to see him, I felt different. I’ve been visiting him for around two weeks now and never felt us getting closer, but I’ve started getting used to his company. As I continued to see him more, his appearance began to grow on me.

The blonde fur, the sharp teeth, and the red glow emanating from his eyes became something familiar, something I expected. Over time, these once terrifying traits started to become... not so bad.

"Why do you look like that?" His booming voice jolted me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking."

"It seemed like you were staring... Haven't you gotten used to me yet?" He flashed a smile so terrifying yet charming it sent shivers down my spine.

"No, it's not that. I was just trying to decide what food to bring next time."

"I really enjoyed the sweet potato dish. Bring it again." His ears perked up almost like a dog's. It was kind of cute.

"I've brought that one too often. You should try other dishes. Besides, I won't be able to come see you for a few days, so you'll have some time to think it over."

I waited for a response, but there was none. Slowly, I looked up at him. His face was scary, his sharp smile replaced by a terrifying scowl. His ears flattened.

"That's not what we agreed upon, Y/N. Why won't you be able to come see me?" he growled.

I struggled to find the words. Tamayo had informed the group that we'd be moving locations for a few days to cover new ground. I thought he'd understand. I never assumed he'd be upset by my absence.

"My group has to move locations for our search for a while. It shouldn’t take too long. I’ll return soon. It will only be a couple of days."

He got up and moved closer, and I felt every part of my body tense as he approached.

"Where exactly will you be going?" His face was so close to mine now. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

"North… we’re going north."

I didn't have to look at his face to feel the intense glare he was giving me.

"You can’t go. You won’t," he snarled, pulling away.

"I don’t have a choice—"

"I don’t care. You aren’t going."

I didn’t understand. Is it just for the food? Why would this terrifying legend of a monster care if I came to see him or not?

"Why is it a problem? Why can’t I go?" I somehow managed to push the words out.

He was quiet, then I suddenly felt something around my wrist. I looked down to see his tail tightly wrapped around me, pulling me closer. That’s when I felt his sharp-clawed hand lifting my chin.

I instinctively shut my eyes.

"Look at me, Y/N." That usually happy tone had vanished from his voice, replaced with a voice as cold as ice.

Every bone in my body wanted to comply with his demands, but Tamayo's warning lingered in my mind.

"I can’t.”

"Look at me," he repeated.

I couldn’t resist. I knew Cryptids could influence humans, but I didn’t realize how much.

Slowly, I felt my eyes open, adjusting to the sight in front of me.

My mouth fell slightly open. I’d never seen such deep red glowing eyes before. That smile I’d grown accustomed to was completely gone.

I was scared, but why was I so… attracted to him?

"You will not go, Y/N. I'm sure you can come up with some excuse for this Tamayo woman you speak of so much," he spat.

I wanted to protest, to argue, but I just couldn't.

"Okay, I'll talk to her."

With that, he let me go, his tail slowly unwrapping from my wrist. His smile returned.

"Very good! You'll return to me tomorrow. I want the sweet potato dish once more!"

I could practically hear my own heartbeat—what a one-eighty.

As I walked back to the safe house, I planned what I would say to Tamayo, what excuse I would give for not going with the group.

Yushiro was definitely going to give me a hard time about it. But this whole situation sucks. I don’t want Tamayo to kick me out of the only place I have to call home, but on the other hand, I risk getting killed by one of the scariest creatures known to man.

-—————-

"Where have you been?"

I glanced up to see Yushiro and some of the others packing for the journey.

"I just stepped out to get some fresh air."

"Seems like you've been stepping out a lot lately," Yushiro muttered, rolling his eyes.

I had no idea why he was so hard on me. His attitude had only worsened the longer I stayed.

Ignoring him, I walked away. I don't answer to Yushiro. I answer to Tamayo, and that's who I needed to talk to.

My hand felt heavy as I knocked on the door to her office.

"Come in."

I opened the door slowly.

She was nearly hidden behind a giant stack of papers and books. As I approached, she stood and walked around to meet me.

"Y/N, what is it?"

I couldn’t believe how intimidating this small woman was.

"Tamayo... I can't go with you and the rest of the group up north."

She looked at me blankly for a moment. "Why's that?"

"Because I'm afraid I might be coming down with a cold... or something..." I hadn't really thought of a convincing excuse.

"You look fine to me. You're going," she said coldly.

Damn.

"I want to, I really do. It's just that I don't feel well, and I'm afraid I'll hold everyone back."

She scrutinized me. I knew she could tell something was off, but she was making this difficult on purpose.

"Y/N, I've asked you to look for the same flower for weeks now and you've brought me nothing. Now I'm asking you to join the group on our search up north and you're telling me no?"

When she said it out loud, it sounded ridiculous.

"You will go with us, Y/N, or you can't continue to stay here. The choice is yours."

So, my options were to face this 4'11" intimidating woman or an 8-foot-tall cryptid monster.

I'll take my chances with Rengoku.

After all, Tamayo controlled whether or not I had a place to sleep at night. I'm sure he wouldn't be too angry with me as long as I brought him more food.

"Suddenly I feel a lot better. I'll be ready to go in the morning," I said, forcing a small smile.

"That's what I figured." She retreated back behind her desk.

Something inside me felt off, my body a little uneasy. Yeah, he's going to be upset, but he'll forgive me. Right?

I walked up into my small room to get things ready, but I started to feel a little strange. My body felt odd, as if I was doing something wrong.

Climbing into the covers I think about everything, this whole situation that I’ve gotten myself into, with Tamayo, with Rengoku, all of it. I just don’t understand why it had to happen to me.

I never wanted any of this.

I was feeling confident until this morning. As I was helping Yushiro get things ready for the set out, my body kept feeling weird.

It’s like I kept having this odd sense of I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m in danger. I kept trying to shake it off but, it doesn’t go away.

Things only got worse once we hit the road. Tamayo may have thought I was lying earlier about being sick, because I was. But now, my whole body feels awful.

But it’s just a few days. I can push through. I’ll come home, make Rengoku a large dish of the sweet potatoes he loves, and all will be forgiven with a little ass-kissing.

“Y/N, are you ready?”

I look over and see Yushiro and the others staring at me.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go.” I push the sick feeling down and start to move.

I can’t help but think about why Rengoku didn’t want me to go up north. I know the territory mark ends, but really that shouldn’t mean anything. It’s not like I’m staying up there permanently.

As I walked with the group, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I felt like something was staring at me. It only felt more intense the closer and closer we got to the border that separated our usual territory from the north.

Once we started to step over that line, I glanced over my shoulder one last time. I practically felt my heart stop as I noticed two shining red eyes glaring at me in the distance.

He saw me, and he looked furious. I made the wrong call.

———————

To say that the trip up north was a waste of time would be an understatement—at least in Yushiro's words.

We searched around but found very little. To be honest, I was more paranoid about what we couldn't see. Knowing about the Hashira's existence has made me overly wary of wandering around.

While we were camping out, I read that we were in the territory of Sanemi Shinazugawa. His description was just as horrifying as Rengoku’s.

But what truly scared me was how violent this monster was compared to Rengoku. I knew these monsters were fierce, but the tales of Shinazugawa were extreme.

I felt so guilty keeping this secret. My group had no idea how much danger we’d be in if we ran into him. And it would be all my fault.

Honestly, if Sanemi Shinazugawa wanted to find and kill me, I wouldn't complain too much after the way Rengoku looked at me on my way out. I figured I was painfully dead either way.

I could feel my steps getting heavier as we walked back towards the safe house. It’s not like I wanted to stay in a monster-infested forest, but I definitely didn’t want to be there with Rengoku.

I’ve looked through books and journals of Tamayo’s and still can’t find much about him. Everything I found was positive. He was a kind, protective cryptid who watched over the main village in this area until humans deemed monsters too dangerous to trust.

There was nothing on his origins, background, family, or anything—certainly nothing about a temper.

So why was he looking at me like that? Like he wanted to kill me for going against him. Honestly, it felt like my body wanted to punish me for it too.

Ever since we left—no, ever since I agreed to go—I’ve felt sick and worried. I just kept feeling like I was doing something wrong.

“Y/n, when we get back, I need you to get some firewood.”

I glanced over to see Tamayo looking at me.

I’m dead.

“Oh, okay.”

The rest of the walk, all I could do was dread what would happen to me. Not only was Tamayo forcing me back into the place I wanted to avoid, but I’d also be going without some sort of food offering.

I might as well have signed my own death certificate.

Once we made it back, I helped unload everything and then slowly made my way back into the forest to get the wood. As soon as I stepped out of the clearing, a shiver ran down my spine.

Then the clicking started. He’s here.

“Y/N L/N.” The way his echoing voice spoke my name made me want to run, but my feet stayed planted.

Once he emerged from the shadows, his tall, broad figure just as terrifying as I remembered. But this time, there was no sharp smile or perked-up ears. Instead, angry, glowing eyes and a scowl that would scare any man.

I stepped back as he approached.

Just as I was about to speak, his tail wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

He leaned in and sniffed me. When he pulled back, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes darkened.

“You disobeyed me,” he growled.

“I had to. If I didn’t go, Tamayo was going to kick me out—”

His grip tightened, and his ear twitched with annoyance.

“You could have stayed here, with me. You don’t need her approval. The only person you should wish to please is me.”

His glare was piercing.

Stay with him? What is he talking about?

“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t want to go.”

“I cannot believe you would deliberately disobey me. You even smell like him,” he hissed.

“Who?”

His clicking intensified with his agitation.

“Shinazugawa.” He growled fiercely.

“You left me to fall into his company? He is a vile, horrible creature. You dare to choose him over me?” His eyes flashed with anger.

I felt my heart racing as his words sank in. My mind scrambled for something to say, anything that might diffuse his rage.

“No, it’s not like that! I didn’t choose him over you,” I pleaded. “I didn’t have a choice.”

His grip loosened slightly, but his eyes remained fixed on me, burning with anger and something else—betrayal.

“You always have a choice,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You chose to leave. You chose to put yourself in his path.”

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't even interacted with Sanemi Shinazugawa, yet somehow his scent was all over me.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please, Rengoku. I would never choose anyone other than you."

His glowing eyes bore into mine, as if trying to gauge the truth of my words.

Suddenly, he pulled me closer, his large, clawed hand grabbing my face roughly.

"Prove it to me then. Prove you're loyal to me—not to Tamayo, not to Shinazugawa, to me."

"How? How can I prove it?" I was practically shaking. I would do anything to get out of this life-threatening situation.

His intense gaze lit up, his sharp smile returning. He leaned in close to me.

"Become my mate, Y/N L/N. Prove your loyalty to me, and become mine." His echoing voice suddenly sounded less sinister and more sincere.

Become his mate?

I felt my face heat up. There’s no way. There’s just no way Kyojuro Rengoku, a cryptid, a Hashira, one of the most dangerous beings to roam the earth, is asking me, a human, to become his mate.

“What? What do you mean?”

His smile only widened at my curiosity.

“Become my mate, Y/N. Stay with me, love me, and I’ll protect you for all eternity.” His ears perked up.

I didn’t know what to think. Am I actually considering this? I’ve always found Rengoku oddly attractive despite his terrifying nature, and yes, I do enjoy coming to see him. But was becoming his mate really what I had to do to survive?

And how exactly would I hide this from everyone?

As I looked into his eyes again, they flashed. Something in me felt different. Why was I suddenly feeling more attached to him?

I remembered the first time I looked into his eyes. I could tell he was influencing my body and emotions, but this time it was different.

Everything I’ve felt for him just felt amplified: fear, intimidation, attraction, lust.

Was I seriously about to bend to the will of this monster just because my twisted mind was genuinely attracted to his horrifying appearance and oddly charming personality?

If it’s going to keep me alive, then Yes. Yes, I was.

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll become your mate, Rengoku.”

His eyes widened, his smile growing larger as his grip on my waist tightened.

“If you agree to this, you must know I’ll never let you go. No matter where you run, I’ll always find you and bring you back to me.”

That sentence startled me, but I never expected to succeed in any escape attempt. I knew I couldn’t outsmart a monster like him.

“I understand. And I agree.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He pulled me closer, our distance vanishing. His animalistic nature began to show as he sniffed and licked my skin.

“I’ll erase every trace of him on you. You’re mine,” he breathed.

I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks grow hotter, my body reacting to his possessive words.

In an instant, he was on top of me, pressing my body against the grass.

I struggled to breathe, his weight nearly suffocating me.

His eyes were locked on mine, his glowing red stare seeming more passionate than threatening now.

Suddenly, he pulled back and tore the clothing from my body, his hands groping and feeling my exposed skin.

My heart raced. I knew what was about to happen, and it terrified me. But I was also strangely excited.

He was quick, his claws shredding the remaining scraps of fabric from my body, leaving me bare beneath him.

I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. This terrifying, mythical creature was about to claim me as his own. And the thought of it drove me wild.

As his large, clawed hands gripped my waist, he positioned himself between my legs.

His eyes looked at me, hungry.

"Y/N L/N."

"Yes?"

"You're mine."

I felt a surge of excitement run through me as I nodded.

"Say it," he growled.

"I'm yours."

His clicking started up again and he positioned his face between my legs.

I can’t believe it, is he really going to—

"Aah!" I cried out as his long, rough tongue began lapping at my sex.

My back arched as he lapped and teased, his sharp teeth nipping and tugging at my sensitive flesh.

I could barely catch my breath, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

I could feel my legs shaking, and my body begin to tighten as his tongue flicked against my clit.

"R-Rengoku..."

His glowing eyes peeked up at me.

“Kyojuro.” He corrected.

“If you are to be my mate, you will not address me so formally anymore.” He growled, sucking marks onto my thighs.

He returned to licking and teasing my pussy.

I can't believe this is happening.

I felt the heat building in my stomach, the pressure building as he lapped at my sensitive spot.

"Ahh... K-Kyojuro, I'm close," I moaned.

"Perfect," he rumbled, his echoing voice vibrating through me.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pushed his tongue deeper into me, licking and sucking at my throbbing sex.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum," I moaned softly.

He growled continuing his assault on my clit.

His voice, his touch, it was all too much.

I cried out, my body shuddering and spasming as the intense waves of pleasure crashed over me.

Kyojuro held me in place as my orgasm washed over me, his tongue never slowing its pace.

The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t think straight. My body had never felt so used like this.

As my mind started to settle I couldn’t help but crave more. And by the way he was looking up at me between my thighs. I could tell that wasn’t enough for him either.

Once he arose up in front of me, I took in his body. The ripped muscles beneath his blonde and red fur. His tail and ears, and now…

Now for the first time I’m finally looking all of him. His cock was the biggest I’d ever seen. It was thick and curved and had a large knot close to the base.

my body shivered with pleasure, I wanted more. I needed more.

As if reading my thoughts, he smirked and positioned himself between my thighs, his cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me what you want," he taunted.

"I... I want you, Kyojuro. I want all of you," I panted, my body aching with desire.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He grabbed both my ankles holding them with one of his large hands above my head.

I’d be lying if I said this position wasn’t slightly embarrassing, but at this rate I didn’t care. I don’t know if it was the cryptids influence or if I was just fucked up in the head, but I was willing to let this monster use me in any way he wished.

With one smooth motion, he pushed his thick cock inside of me.

I moaned out as he stretched and filled me.

He paused, letting me adjust to his size.

"My mate," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine.

I panted, feeling his cock twitch inside me.

He started moving slowly, his cock rubbing against my walls, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"Oh god..."

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I gripped the grass below me tightly as he slid in and out of me, his knot pushing against my entrance with every thrust.

The pressure was building, the heat spreading through my body as he picked up the pace.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure.

He clicked and growled in pleasure, his glowing eyes staring into me with a mixture of passion and possession.

He was relentless, his hips pounding into me with a primal fury.

"Fuck, Kyojuro," I cried, my body surrendering to the ecstasy.

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful.

His eyes flashed with desire, his pace never faltering.

I felt his cock twitch inside me, his knot pushing into my entrance stretching me even wider.

It was painful but I didn’t care, the high of my orgasm made it bearable. His cock was buried so deep inside me I thought my mind was going to blank with every thrust.

even after I came he still kept going, chasing his own release.

His rhythm grew more erratic, his breathing labored.

"Mine, my mate." he growled.

"Yes," I panted.

My words sent him over the edge.

He let out a roar, his teeth digging into my neck as he spilled his seed inside me, filling me with his thick, warm cum.

I cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling his cock pulsing inside me, his cum not spilling a drop due to the thick knot inside of me.

I was breathless, my body exhausted and sore, but my mind was completely satisfied.

"My beautiful human." he whispered, his voice heavy with lust and possession.

I held onto him, my body still trembling.

He released his grip on me, his clawed hand releasing my ankles.

I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed as he pulled his softening cock out of me.

As the warmth of his body faded, the chill of the evening air set in, sending shivers down my spine.

But before the cold could sink in, he covered my body with his own, his warm, heavy frame keeping the chill away.

His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, where he had bit me. his nose taking in his scent on my skin.

What have I done?

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[star-girl-05]

Fraudulent Kiss

Barry Allen x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

You gasp as Barry falls to the ground next to you, withering as he’s tased. “Your quite right Iris the assailant was left handed just like this man here”. You stare at the fake barry who is now passed out, his previous actions make so much sense now. 

Just five minutes before this Barry or everything man as Catlin is calling him kissed you. Now that you know it wasn’t Barry kissing you, you're not sure how you feel. In the moment when you felt his soft lips against yours all you felt was ecstatic. You and Barry had been dancing around each other since you met. Neither of you made the first move, till today or at least that's what you thought. You can’t believe you kissed the meta-human who's been terrorizing the city. 

“We need to get him to the cells” Wells directed, Iris objected telling the three of us that they need to take him to the police. Surprisingly Wells agreed, requesting Catlin help Iris with the unconscious Shapeshifter. While Iris and Catlin escorted the shapeshifter out of the cortex you went to find Barry. 

You cautiously enter the Wests’ house, heading up the stairs to Barrys room. At first glance you don’t see him till you open the closet, you find Barry tied and gagged. You quickly untie him, setting his head in your lap. In an effort to wake him you start with small slaps to his cheek.  At his lack of response your slaps grow rougher till eventually you slap him harshly leaving behind a red hand print. He does finally jolt awake, shock on his face as he quickly looks around. “What was that for?” he groans holding a hand to his face. 

“I’m sorry you weren’t waking up, are you okay.” you gently reach out, placing your hand over his red cheek. 

“The meta-human was here he changed into me we need to-” you quickly interrupted his rambling telling him that they had already caught him. “I just hope he didn’t do anything stupid while he was me”, he could already imagine all the crazy things this shapeshifter could have done while wearing his face. 

“Don’t worry Catlin was with him from the moment he left the house till he was at star labs.” 

“So nothing embarrassing?”  he questions, you paused for a moment contemplating whether or not you should tell him about the kiss. 

“Nope nothing i can think of…. Youdidkissmethough” you quickly say, words blending together. Barry stared at you trying to decipher what you said. 

“What?” 

Now you're the embarrassed one, face heating up as you thought over your next words. “You or fake you kissed me,” It was quiet, too quiet before Barry spoke up. 

“He kissed you” his voice was soft, laced with a tone you couldn’t place. You just shook your head, scared your voice would betray you. “Oh… Did.. did you kiss him back?” Barry seems just as surprised as you at the question. 

“I didn’t kiss him he kissed me” you felt the need to clarify, and you were avoiding answering his question, because you did kiss him back. 

“Of course” he seemed dejected at your answer, standing up and moving away from you. You panic slightly as he moves away, you didn’t want this to get between the two of you. 

“Barry, are you upset?” that was a stupid question, of course he’s upset you just aren’t exactly sure exactly what upset him. 

“Yes” he quickly answered, making you wither, Barry seemed to realize his mistake quickly elaborating.  “I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself” now you were just confused. 

“Why are you mad at yourself?”

“Because that stupid Meta got to kiss you before me because I’m such a chicken.” His confession leaves you breathless. 

“You want to kiss me?” you tried not to get hopeful. 

“Of course I want to kiss you, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?” You let his words sink in for a moment before you stood to your feet and kissed him. It was a soft, lovely kiss. When you pull apart, both of you have dorky smiles on your face. 

“So am I the better kisser”

You giggle giving him a bright smile, “Definitely”

[oizysian]

Secrets | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Requested by @sashawalker2

Summary: How do Wanda and Natasha react to finding out Y/N was a victim of Hydra?

Word count: 1.2k

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“When were you going to tell us you were experimented on by Hydra?”

“I don’t know, Wanda. There never seemed to be a right time.”

“Would’ve been nice if we had known before going to bed with you.”

“What’s the difference, Nat?”

“It’s like we slept with a stranger. We don’t even know you anymore.”

I blinked at them, pushing the tears back as the two women that meant everything to me looked at me as if I was a total stranger.

“I’m still the same person.”

“You’re not.” Nat insisted. “You lied to us.”

“I didn’t lie! I just … neglected to mention it.”

“What else did you neglect to mention?”

“I may have forgotten to tell you guys that I maybe have … some powers.”

Nat all but rolled her eyes and Wanda just continued to stare at me.

“What powers?”

“Not many!”

“What powers, Y/N?” Nat had clearly lost her patience.

“I’m strong and I can heal, okay?” I was ashamed of my past, of my powers, and being forced to out myself in front of my girlfriends was embarrassing.

“How strong?”

“I can hold my own against any of you.”

“Not without proper training.” Nat mumbled and I glared at her.

“Try me.”

“Okay, okay,” Wanda finally spoke, getting in between us before we started fighting right in front of her. “Y/N,” her voice was soft. “Why didn’t you just … tell us?”

“I was scared, okay? I was scared and ashamed.” I turned away from both women, my hands shaking with rage. “I hate what happened to me. I hate what they made me. I pushed down all my strength and all my abilities so I could just be normal.”

I turned back towards them, tears threatening to fall as I pleaded to them with my eyes.

“Is it such a crime to have wanted to put all that pain and torture behind me and just … pretend?”

Nat swallowed roughly as she listened to my words.

“You could’ve told us.”

“I couldn’t.” My voice broke. “I worked so hard to put all of that behind me. Telling you would’ve undone everything I did to be the person I am today.”

“But we told you who we were. That wasn’t fair of you, Y/N.”

“I know,” I turned to Wanda, hoping that at least she would understand me. “And I’m sorry. I just didn’t want either of you to think that I was some Hydra agent undercover or something.”

“And what if we do?”

“Do you?” I directed the question at Natasha, but then turned my attention to Wanda. “Do both of you really think I’m a Hydra agent? After everything I told you? After all we’ve been through?” I yelled, my chest heaving and my tears finally falling.

Wanda’s eyes shifted to the ground, but Nat continued to stare straight at me.

“Wouldn’t I have killed both of you already? Maybe while I was fucking you so hard you were screaming my name -”

Natasha’s fist collided with my face before I even had the chance to react. I barely flinched at the blow, even though she had used all her strength and channeled her anger into the hit. I sighed, knowing full well that I deserved it for how I spoke, but disappointed that she resorted to violence.

“Natasha!” Wanda cried, but I raised my hand up toward her, telling her it was okay.

“I deserved that.” I breathed, watching as the realization finally crossed her features that I had taken a hit from her and didn’t even take a step back. “I shouldn’t have brought that up, I’m sorry.”

“Y/N,” Wanda said my name softly, slowly approaching me. “I don’t think you’re with Hydra. I don’t think you have an evil bone in your body.” She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. “You need to be honest with us from now on. No more secrets.”

I nodded, my eyes filling with tears once again at the softness of her voice. I thought she would’ve been angrier than Nat, but I guess she understood my desire to put it behind me to an extent.

“No more secrets. I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. It’s okay.”

Nat stood back and wordlessly watched us, still as the dead while Wanda comforted me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, hugging me, and I watched Nat from over her shoulder. Her face was unreadable, blank, but I knew her well enough to know that she was mulling over everything that happened.

“They took me as a child,” I began, looking Nat directly in the eye. “I was tortured for years, injected with god knows what until I was finally able to escape.” I swallowed roughly, blinking away tears. “I can’t tell you how many of my bones were broken, how much of my body was destroyed just for it to repair itself within minutes and for the torture to start all over again because of it.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to …"

“I want to.” I gave Wanda a slight squeeze, letting her know it was okay, and continued. “I wasn’t the end goal. I was just a guinea pig. They were just going to use me until I finally died.” I scoffed. “Unfortunately for me, they made it almost impossible for me to die from anything other than natural causes.”

I sniffled softly and I felt Wanda’s arms tighten around me in support.

“I can’t even kill myself.”

“Y/N, don’t.” Wanda spoke against my neck and I could feel her own hot tears against my skin. “Don’t say that.”

“I tried.” I grabbed onto her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “I tried to kill myself so many times, but I always wake up. I always wake up.”

I could sense Nat approach before I felt her arms around the both of us. Wanda was full on crying at this point and I was doing my best to hold and comfort her. As Nat embraced us both, and I could’ve sworn that I heard her crying too.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

I looked up at her, her eyes shining with tears. I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers and she responded in full, kissing me back while we held Wanda.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered against my lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t apologize. I was the one who was wrong.”

“I was an idiot. I … hit you.”

“Which I deserved.”

“No, you didn’t. I lost myself.”

“It’s alright. I’m fine, see? Not even a scratch.” I tried to make light of it to try and make her feel better.

I knew it happened in a moment of passion and I truly did deserve it. I had deserved everything that happened to me. I knew that.

Before I could voice another thought, Wanda lifted her head up and kissed me, her lips trembling.

“I’m - I’m fine.” I breathed softly, her green eyes searching mine. “I’m fine, Wands. I promise.”

“I don’t want anything to come between us ever again.” Wanda’s voice was small and she sniffled softly.

“Nothing will. Ever. You two mean so much to me. More than you’ll ever know.”

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Jealousy

PART 2

Azriel x reader

Summary: Your forced to spend the weekend with Azriel the bane of your existence but little do you realize he doesn't completely hate you

Nfjznxsfdzfdxj this took a while my other WIP’s were distracting me. also ignore any mistakes, enjoy lovelies <33

part 1

It was torture. Downright torture. Pretending like last night hadn't happened was wreaking havoc on my brain. I didn't know how to forget about it. I couldn't.

The memory of Azriel pulling me closer, his face resting in the crook of my neck, the way his gentle hands rested on my waist, his legs tangled with mine pulling me impossibly closer. Gods I was going to go crazy.

Everywhere it went it seemed his reminders were there. The dagger I was using in training was the one Azriel had given me last solstice when mine had been snatched by an Attor. The laces on my boots were from his because apparently mine weren’t sturdy enough. 

“Where do you get your shoes from? These are awful quality” He asked, crouching down in front of me and taking his laces out to adjust them into my boots, all the while muttering about how I could have tripped and hurt myself. 

The coffee the cabin had made this morning on my command was made with a hint of cinnamon. Something Azriel had recommended to make the taste better. He was everywhere I went and it was driving me crazy.

He hadn't even mentioned last night once. Didn't even give me some sort of hint that he remembered or that it actually meant something to him. We had continued the day as if everything was normal, his biting remarks more constant and grating.

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"We're going back on Monday" Azriel called out to me unwrapping the white gauze from his knuckles. I pulled out my dagger (yes the same one Azriel had gifted me) from the target piece of wood and frowned. Two days later? "Why aren't we going today?"

Azriel didn't look at me, instead he put his daggers in his belt making sure each one was in the proper position before replying "If I've said it there's probably a reason why. Do you have to ask questions every time?"

My frown deepened as I surveyed him from this distance. He had his wings folded together and his expression was foul as if a personal wrong had been done against him. So what if he was in a mood? Didn't mean he had to be so rude.

"I'm not going to follow your orders blindly. Tell me" I moved closer to him and stopped in front of him, the biting cold of the village hitting me now that I had stopped training. I waited for him to explain why we were spending any longer in a place like this. I yearned for the liveliness and warmth of Velaris. The golden sun beating down on me while I sat on the balcony and sipped on something cold.

We had been gone for one night and I know I was being dramatic but Azriel not giving me answers just annoyed the shit out of me even more.

He continued arranging his daggers and straightening his siphons until he deemed them perfect. Finally looking up to meet my eyes I could tell there was something wrong before he even opened his mouth. 

"There's a storm coming. It's not safe to fly tonight" His voice was controlled, as if he were trying to hide his emotions, his eyes not making direct contact with me.

I let out a scoff "And what? Winnowing doesn't exist anymore?" I knew the way I said it would rile him up. Yes I could have phrased it nicely but the way he was acting he didn't deserve it.

Eyes narrowing and his jaw clenching Azriel took a step closer to me. And then another until he was just inches away from me. His warmth radiated to me, my head having to tilt up slightly so I could look at his gorgeous face properly.

His voice was soft, the deadly stillness with which he stood unnerving me. "Velaris's shields have been compromised. Rhys is doing all he can from anyone finding out and if we break that balance. If we winnow in then that means the shield breaks." He scanned my features as if waiting for me to reply "Do you want the safety of all those people in jeopardy because of you?" His voice was quiet now, his breath blowing over me as he spoke.

A million thoughts invaded my mind as I thought of what he had stated. How had Velaris been compromised? And by who? And what was Rhys doing? I wondered if everyone back home was alright.

I took a deep breath trying not to get angry and understand the situation we were in “How long are we stuck here for?” 

It was Azriel’s turn to take a deep breath as if he knew the answer wouldn’t be one I wanted. “Minimum two more days''

Two whole days. I was going to go insane here. Either I would die from arguing with the brainless Illyrians or from hypothermia. A sudden blast of cold air hit me, reminding me of where I was stuck and who it was with. Sighing, I shook away my thoughts. I was being ungrateful. Azriel wasn’t so bad. And who knew what everyone else was going through. I opened my mouth to ask exactly that when he cut in “Everyone's fine. If it was serious we would have been called back for help whether the storm was brewing or not”

I nodded my head, the knot in my stomach loosening. As long as everyone was fine. Azriel nodded his head to the path that led to the cabin we were now sharing “You should go. I need to inform Keller of our prolonged stay”

I took it as his way of dismissing me and not wanting to talk to me. Turning around and starting down the frosted path, the warmth that engulfed me from Azriel's body evaporated completely, my footsteps quickening to reach the cabin. Slamming the cabin door shut I took out my hair tie and sat on the bed anger and disappointment flowing through me. The fire immediately started, the crackling sound the only noise in the wooden house. 

He was ignoring what had happened yesterday. He was being insufferable. He hadn’t even asked me, talked to me, mentioned it to me even once. I shifted through each word we had shared this morning and none of them consisted of him acknowledging last night. 

Azriel didn’t even tell me he wanted to forget last night, instead he let my imagination run wild on thinking if he regretted it or not. 

Maybe I was the over dramatic one. We hadn’t had sex, we hadn’t even kissed. But it felt like there was something else when he pulled me closer except for mutual dislike. 

Flopping back onto the soft bed I decided thinking of other things would do me some good. Anything other than Azriel at this point. 

Sitting up again and rifling through the side table drawers I finally found a slightly inky pen and a scrunched up piece of paper.

Hi Feyre, I heard what happened with the shield. I just wanted to check in and make sure everyone was fine. Give lots of kisses to Nyx from me. 

Ending the note with my name I vanished it away hoping Feyre would reply with some good news. In the time that I had done that Azriel walked in, flipping a dagger in his hand, his shadows moving slowly across his wings. I rolled my eyes at his arrogance and refused to start a conversation with him. If he could ignore what happened yesterday and act like it didn’t matter then so could I. I wasn’t going to act like an attention whore. No way. 

“What do you want to eat?” Was what he asked, settling into the armchair opposite me. I refused to look at him and instead let my eyes travel to the window where the sun was setting. 

“I’m not hungry” I finally replied when I could tell from his relentless gaze that he would not look away, his hazel eyes fixated on my every move, my every breath. 

A scoff escaped him and I turned to look at him, my eyes narrowed. Moving further back on to the bed I kicked off my boots and sat cross legged. 

“You’re always hungry at this time, don’t lie to me” Azriel stated. Raising an eyebrow and waiting for me to contradict him. I couldn’t. I was being annoying and difficult on purpose. Of course I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten since this morning.

Running a hand through his hair Azriel stood up and moved over to the small kitchen on the other side of the cabin. The cupboards contained any and every ingredient. I watched as he pulled out a different variety of ingredients and with the way he was looking at each one closely he didn’t know where to start. 

“Move. I’ll do it” I announced, getting off the bed and sliding across the floorboard to the mini kitchen. Azriel leaned sideways on the countertop, a slight smirk on his face as he watched me look at each ingredient. 

“What are you going to make?” He asked, clearly amused by something. Picking up the can of tomatoes I put them to the right, making a useful and bin category. 

“It doesn’t matter what I make, we both know you’re going to eat it” I replied, my eyebrows furrowed from concentration and the slight annoyance I held toward him. A sigh escaped his perfect lips as he folded his wings back 

“Why are you angry at me?”

I didn’t look at him, instead filled the metal pan with water and used my magic to heat it up. Once the bubbles had risen to the surface I added the raw pasta with a pinch of salt. 

“Y/n” His voice was sharp. Demanding. “Look at me” 

Finally turning to look at him my heart stopped beating for a good minute. Gods he was……he was something else. His warm eyes raked over my expression as if trying to find the reason for my annoyance, his lips looking as inviting as ever.

“What?” My voice didn’t come out as strong as I wanted to, instead it came out quiet and breathless. 

“What have I done wrong?” Azriel’s voice was softer than I expected, reminding me of last night. 

I decided to take the leap. I had had enough of evading the truth “You’re acting like last night didn’t happen. You’re ignoring me” 

Rather than an annoying smirk or a laugh coming from Azriel his eyebrows furrowed “I didn’t want you to feel like I expected something of you. And gods knows I can’t ignore you y/n. You’re perfect”

I let out an exasperated sigh, the steam from the boiling water making it warmer than it was before “I thought you wanted to forget about it. I’m not inside your brain Azriel”

Anger was there in his eyes but it vanished as soon as he saw my hurt expression “I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I look at you I'm reminded that you aren’t mine. Every time you smile my heart beats faster and I don’t even know why” I swallowed at his words. What he was saying. 

He had liked me this whole time and I hadn't even realized. We were both as ignorant as each other. It was now or never.

“Make me yours then Azriel” I whispered back, waiting to see what he would say. His hands tilted my chin up and his lips met mine in the softest kiss possible. Moving his hands to my waist he lifted me up and sat me on the counter, slotting himself between my legs. Automatically my hands went to his curly hair, pulling him impossibly closer. 

The world had something against me I thought as the note I had sent Feyre arrived next to me. Azriel moved slightly back, giving me space to breathe. I didn't want that space but I didn’t say anything. I picked up the note and read it out loud, confusion increasing.

Hi y/n, 

Nyx says he misses you lots and wants you to come back. Everyone’s alright here, same as when you left. 

I’m not sure what you mean by the shield though? Is everything alright?

Putting the note down I slid off the marble top and looked at Azriel, hoping for answers. 

“Does Feyre not know about-” 

He cut me off, his hand against my mouth, startling me. His body pressed against mine, my back against the kitchen counter. 

“I lied. I wanted to stay with you for as long as possible. I would ask for your forgiveness but I’m not sorry for what I’ve done” His eyes twinkled with amusement, his deep voice washing over me. It took me a while to understand what he was actually saying, his proximity short circuiting my brain. He removed his hand waiting for me to reply. 

“Anything else you’ve lied about Shadowsinger?” I finally asked, my words coming out quietly.

His head dipped to my neck, his lips pressing small kisses on my collarbone and making his way up to my jaw. 

“I broke the cabin. I also fucked up that guy who called you a whore. Other than that…I’m an honest male” He murmured. My breath hitched as he attacked my skin, clearly wanting to leave a mark there. His hands had me caged, with no escape and I didn’t have it in me to be mad at him for lying. Yes he had broken the cabin. But if he hadn’t we wouldn’t have spent the night together and I would have never realized that Azriel harboured feelings for me. He had also gone out of his way to defend me when he didn’t need to.

I wanted to kiss him rather than shout at him for his confession. 

“I say we skip to dessert” Azriel whispered, his eyes full of desire, finally looking at me. My heart skipped a beat at his words but I swallowed and shook away my want for him. 

“Dessert is for after” I pushed against his chest to let me go but he held my wrists firmly “Promise I get dessert?”

I pretended to think about it, tilting my head “Hmm we’ll see”

Azriel’s eyes darkened but he let me go, my stomach tightening at the way he looked at me. I wanted him so bad. So god damn bad. But now that I had told him to wait I couldn’t go back on my words. Not to mention Azriel was probably already thinking of ways to make me beg for him.

I wouldn’t mind that of course.

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[misc-obeyme]

prompt: RAD

a/n: It has come to my attention that the advent calendar prompts can be done in any order. So I thought it'd be fun to let a random wheel choose the prompt of the day! Sorry, Levi, I'll get to you later, I promise. Today the wheel gave me RAD, so I decided to do a little holiday inspired scene that takes place in RAD. But of course I wrote about Barbatos because I couldn't help myself. I love him, okay? Also I know I'm a day behind, I'll double up one of these days lol. @om-adventcalendar

Barbatos x GN!MC

Warnings: I mean only that it's almost embarrassingly fluff.

You walked into the great hall of RAD and paused to take in the scene. Clusters of poinsettias were placed evenly around the wall of the room, thick red and green ribbon with gold trim draped between them. On a ladder, Barbatos was securing the final bouquet. You saw sprigs of evergreen nestled among the red flowers, along with some tiny white Devildom flowers you didn't know the name of.

Barbatos's uniform jacket and gloves were draped across a nearby chair. You moved to the base of the ladder, looking up at his lean but strong figure. His nimble fingers wrapped the ribbon easily and you saw a little glimmer of magic, likely to hold everything in place.

Although the decorations made the whole place brighter and more festive, you were captivated by the butler himself. The way he gracefully descended the ladder, lithe as a cat, only to stand beside you with a slight smile. He was unsurprised to see you there.

"Where did you get poinsettias like that?" you asked. "Are they real?"

"They are real," he said, eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Do you have a supplier in the human world or something?" you asked.

Barbatos shook his head. "While I certainly could have obtained them that way, I wanted to try my hand at growing them myself. Poinsettias would not normally survive in the darkness of the Devildom, however with the help of a certain sorcerer, I was able to use part of the castle's greenhouse to create an artificial environment for them to grow."

"Why would you go through all that trouble when you could just buy some?" you asked.

Barbatos glanced up at the flowers. "I was able to grow regular specimens, but I wished to grow a Devildom variant as well."

Your eyes widened. "A Devildom variant? Is that what these are?"

"Indeed," Barbatos said.

You squinted at the bunch nearest you. "They don't look any different to me," you said.

Barbatos walked across the room, as if he was going to leave. You followed him in curiosity. He stopped before exiting and turned off the lights.

The room was plunged into darkness, but it lasted for only a moment as your eyes adjusted. You quickly realized that the poinsettias were glowing, a magical red and green light.

"I do believe lights are also a common festive decoration in the human world," Barbatos said.

You turned to him and the way the colors danced in his eyes felt hypnotic. "It's beautiful," you said. "As usual, you've really outdone yourself."

Barbatos took your hand. He still wasn't wearing his gloves and you couldn't deny the tingle in your fingers as your skin met his. He bent over your hand, looking up at you for a moment. "Your opinion is the one I cherish most. I thought of you every time I tended to these plants. I must say it was well worth the effort."

You could feel yourself blushing, but you somehow managed to retain your composure. Until Barbatos pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Then you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Come on, stop it," you said.

When Barbatos straightened, his smile was mischievous and he pulled you toward him, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you instead. "Whatever do you mean, MC?"

You didn't even bother to answer the question, but it didn't matter because of course he already knew the answer. Instead, you kissed him there in the soft green and red lights.

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[itscoucouharry]

Ember Café pt 1

Hey everyone! I am finally posting I know😩😭. But I’ve been really into the concept of y/n finally letting go of the nice girl and giving H a taste of his own medicine for once. Hope you enjoy!

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The golden glow of Ember Café did little to soothe the fire burning inside me. If anything, it only made the moment feel sharper, more intense, as if the weight of Harry’s stare could physically press into my skin. He wasn’t just looking at me—he was studying me, like he was trying to decipher every thought running through my mind. But he wouldn’t find anything comforting there. Not today.

Last night’s fight was just the latest in a long string of unspoken frustrations, each one piling onto the last until the weight of it all became unbearable. I had spent months convincing myself that silence was easier, that letting things go would keep the peace between us. But all it did was create a storm inside me, one that had been brewing for far too long. And now, that silence had turned against me, morphing into something ugly—anger, resentment, exhaustion. A deep, aching exhaustion that came from loving someone who constantly made me feel like I was never enough.

*Last Night*

“Why didn’t you tell me you canceled plans with Anna?” Harry’s voice had that familiar sharp edge—the one that always set my teeth on edge, the one he used when he was spoiling for an argument over something that shouldn’t even matter.

I exhaled sharply, already weary of where this was headed. “I told you—I wasn’t feeling well. I’m an adult, Harry. If I decide to stay home, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” My voice was firm, but inside, I could already feel my patience thinning by the second.

His jaw clenched, the muscle twitching as he stared at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t even realize he had created. “I’m just asking because I ran into her at the shops today, and she said you’ve been impossible to reach.”

I scoffed, folding my arms tightly over my chest. “And? Since when do I owe her—or anyone—constant availability? Maybe I just needed space.”

His brows furrowed, and he took a step closer, his presence suddenly feeling suffocating. “Space from what?” His voice was quieter now, but there was something else beneath it—something vulnerable, something hesitant. “From me?”

My throat tightened at the question, because deep down, I knew the answer. I needed space from everything—from the weight of constantly feeling like I was under a microscope, from the way he scrutinized my every move, from the way I never felt like I was doing enough, no matter how much I gave. But I couldn’t say that.

Instead, I let the words slip out before I could stop myself. “I don’t know, Harry, why would I need space from someone who’s constantly breathing down my fucking neck?”

The second the words left my mouth, I saw something shift in his expression. For a split second, I saw real hurt flicker in his eyes, but then, just as quickly, it was gone—replaced by something else entirely. His face hardened, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk—the one he always wore when we fought, the one that meant he was about to say something cruel just to get under my skin.

“Well, darling,” he said, voice dripping with condescension, “don’t feel like you have to stay. God knows you’ve already overstayed your welcome. This is my fucking house, Y/N. If you desperately need space, by all means—take it.”

It was like a slap to the face. A challenge wrapped in indifference.

That was all it took.

I turned on my heel, grabbed my obnoxiously large tote bag, and started shoving in whatever essentials I could find. My hands were shaking with anger and something I could only describe as shame, but I refused to let him see it. There will be no more timid and weak y/n.

“Fuck you, Harry,” I spat before storming out of the house I had never truly felt at home in.

*End of Flashback*

At exactly 7:15 AM, my phone buzzed with a message.

H: Can we talk about this?

I stared at the screen for a long moment, debating whether to even dignify it with a response. After everything he said last night—after kicking me out—he had the audacity to text me like nothing happened?

I typed out several responses before settling on something simple but honest: You woke me up for this?

His reply came almost instantly.

H: Please, Y/N.

I should have ignored him. I wanted to ignore him. But against my better judgment, I found myself agreeing. Not because I wanted to see him—God knows I didn’t—but because I needed to hear what excuse he had this time.

And now, sitting across from him in Ember Café, I regretted every decision that led me here.

Harry hadn’t said a single word since I arrived. Just sat there, staring, as if he expected me to magically read his mind.

I exhaled sharply, breaking the heavy silence. “Are you going to say something, or are you just going to keep fucking staring?” My voice was sharp, colder than he was used to.

I had played the sweet girl part for too long. The patient, understanding girlfriend who let things slide even when they hurt. That version of me was gone.

Harry leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. “Listen, baby, I’m tired of arguing. I hate this thick tension between us all the time. You never used to be like this.”

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. The fucking audacity.

“You have the nerve to bring me here,” I said, my voice low and sharp, “look me in the eyes, and tell me I’m the problem? When it’s you?” I saw him tense, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. “I’ve kept my mouth shut for so long while you disrespected me—whether it was in front of your obnoxious fucking friends or when it was just us, alone in that house. And you sit here, acting like I’m the one who changed?”

My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t let up. I was finally saying the things I had swallowed for months.

“You made me feel insecure the second we moved in together, Harry. I was happy in my shitty little apartment. I never needed the big house, the fancy bullshit, the pressure of fitting into your world. I signed up to be with you. I love you. Even though you’ve hurt me. Even though you piss me off more than I ever thought possible. I still love you.”

Silence.

Harry sat there, his hand covering his mouth, his eyes unreadable. It was the first time in a long time that he didn’t have a smug response ready.

And for the first time, I had the upper hand.

I stood, grabbing my bag. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to my shitty little apartment. Because, God help me, the past eighteen hours alone have been the most peace I’ve had since we fucking moved in together.”

I walked away without looking back.

Maybe this would change something. Maybe he’d finally hear me.

Or maybe, for the first time, I just didn’t care.

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

Subway Obsessions Arthur’s POV ch2

Arthur Fleck POV x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Chapter 2 of the Subway Obsessions series from Arthurs POV. Arthur can’t stop thinking about Y/N since the night he was first able to talk to her. He endlessly retraces his steps, hoping to run into her once more, to see the woman he fantasizes about night and day, to make those fantasies a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, oral (m and f receiving), piv, unprotected sex, breeding, public exhibitionism, subway cruising, praise, begging, mentions of violence, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of mental disorders, mentions of self-harm (past), stalking, swearing, obsession, D/S implications, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff, aftercare

A/N: It's a long one guys! I couldn't help myself!!! I love the stories from Arthur’s POV! Finally, some good stuff here!! I would also like to say that the duality of these stories when read from either POV, complement each other so well. It’s crazy to see the dynamics in how they see one another. Both carry self-doubt but see the other as a powerful and confident creature. Seeing the best in each other and the worst in themselves. I hope they find solace in each other to see their own true potential and know they are both loved and worthy of loving! And as always, I welcome tips, ideas, comments, and criticisms, but please be nice. Cheeers!!

Word Count: 10.7k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions

CHAPTER 2: For Him

Today had been long and depressing as it so quite often is. Arthur found it difficult not to allow the weight of everything to break him down. He often relapsed back to those restless nights where he would play out scenarios of happiness and content within his mind, diluting the day and its stressors. He had let his life and everyone in it beat him down mercilessly, inhumanely. Today was like every other, people looking down on him. He knew he could be off putting in stressful situations. No one understood or cared to understand why he laughed in those times of stress or heightened emotions. No one cared. The problem with this city. Lack of funds, lack of resources, beat the next person below you even further. A stranger treating him no better than the dirt under their shoe. He found solace and respite in one fantasy. One he played out over and over in his mind until he thought it reality. One he had tried to make a reality for days gone by now.

Things have changed during this time. A confidence growing within him as realizations came to fruition. Although he remained timid, he was no longer so afraid. The city was rife with unrest, he wasn’t the only one anymore. Not the only one shunned by this terrible place, pushed aside, forgotten, and laughed at. Protestors grew in numbers by the day, unwilling to stand by while injustice took place. It emboldened him to take action. At least now, he had protection. A weapon he was given by a colleague at work. The fantasy woman he so often wished to see had almost suggested it herself. He replayed her words in his mind however few they had exchanged. “I had to buy mace and stuff to protect myself” he thought he would end a life without question to protect her. The past few days, a blur in his mind when thinking about her. How her hair cascaded over her shoulders, how her chest rose and fell as lights streamed across her face while the subway made its crawl through the city’s endless tunnels. Her skin looked soft; in his mind, he could feel her. He imagined tracing his fingers over her stomach, tickling her, and kissing her deeply. His thoughts were mostly innocent, but she stirred emotions in him he had never felt. Not like this, this was real. She was real. He hoped. “Y/N” he mused. Her name lingering vibrantly in his mind since the day he finally got to speak to her, rolling off his tongue with ease. Salivating at the taste of it as he spoke it into being like a mantra, hoping she would appear.

Day after day, he wandered the stations platform, where she would board and depart without catching a glimpse. He had feared he had once again created something so perfect that wasn’t tangible. He choked up at the thought, pushing it away. But it had to be, right? She was kind, beautiful, not scared of him, not annoyed, not hateful, understanding, peaceful. She was perfect. Everything this monster of a place was not. She was like an escape from reality, a light at the end of the tunnel. It absolutely seemed too good to be true. Yet, without fail, he continued on, always and forever, searching for her face in a crowd. She was a bright, colorful flower in a dull and grey city he felt so alone in. If he concentrated hard enough, he thought he could still smell her on him. Had he imagined that, too? He was always so unsure of his own thoughts, not ever fully willing to trust them. His heart ached for so many reasons, but this new fascination he had with the woman with the pink coat had him practically comatose. He spent endless nights after wandering the subway at home sitting on the couch smoking cigarettes back-to-back, contemplating what he would even do if he were to see her again. Even though he did every time he closed his eyes. He wanted her there with him physically. To hold him, to touch him tenderly and lovingly. He imagined her caress. Her small hands, soft, and supple. Lingering on his skin. The mere thought made him shiver, goosebumps crawled up his arms, and hairs stood on end.

Tonight, he would once again try to find her. He would search endlessly, every train car, every seat. As he did nightly, hoping to find a trace of her existence. Wanting so badly for his fantasies to play out in reality, but he would settle just to bask in her energy. She fueled him daily. The thought of her, making him want to wake up in the morning. He never wanted to live to old age, but he thought with her, it might not be so bad. His body longed for her, and his heart yearned for her love and attention. A deep sense of emptiness held him as he thought of her, wishing, hoping to have her, to be with her. Before bed, he would pleasure himself to the image of her smile, of her peeking at him through her hair and blushing. She had a hold on him, a power he would happily relinquish if she were to ever ask. He would drop at her feet and beg to look in her direction. She made him feel small, and he feared her rejection. A fear that nearly debilitated him as he walked toward the doors of the subway train car.

A gust of wind hit him in the face, a cold slap that immediately brought him back to reality. His heart raced as he stepped through the doors. Upon entry to the train car, he immediately noticed some not so friendly characters, so he carried on, careful not to draw their attention to him. He’d almost forgotten he had his clown makeup on. He straightened his suit, opened the cabin door, and headed to the next train car, searching for that friendly face he couldn’t stop dreaming of. The day he saw her, something in him changed. He had vowed to protect her, a promise he would keep no matter what. Even if her affections weren’t returned. She was the only person besides Gary he could think that has ever shown him any sort of kindness. A stranger who was willing to sit with him on the train, share space, and speak politely and openly. A gesture he did not take lightly. He only wished more people could be like her, but feared for her in a place like Gotham. Her soft features and calm, loving voice that enveloped him in a warmth akin to a hug. He felt the need for her swell within him. His heartbeat quickened as he tried to slow his breathing.

All six train cars were empty. Not empty of people, but empty of the one person he had hoped or cared to see. He counted the bench seats that lined the aisle right before the last section of the train. He had remembered where she sat last time, methodically mapping the seats out in his mind then transferring it to his journal later that evening after watching her figure shrink in the distance as the train sped away when she got off. He often thought of that moment, thinking she had turned around to come back to him. That she had changed her mind or had a second thought, something to say left unsaid. The need to know what those words may have possibly been weighed on his mind heavily. Often imagining conversations that led to her leaning in and kissing him, asking him to go to his place or to hers. He created entire storylines in his mind as he sat in the same seat in the same car he did every night. The train was dark as it traveled the tunnels only dimly lit by the amber fluorescents that buzzed above, an occasional tunnel marker light or platform stop illuminating within the cabin. Shadows stretched across the floor, outlining the windows, seats, and poles closest to the lights. Stop after stop, and the last of humanity exited to the platforms. Soon, the subway platforms and train cars were near vacant. By the time the train car reached platform 17, it was empty except for Arthur. Two more stops. His mind warbled. He inhaled sharply, patiently awaiting the arrival of platform 19.

The breaks could be heard squealing to a halt as the loud speaker bleated above. A ‘ding’ rang out, then an electric voice chimed ‘platform 19 almost inaudibly, but Arthur knew the platform at this point. The doors opened with a hiss as the pressure exchange caused wind to billow into the car and blow past his face. He couldn’t see anyone as the train stopped. Maybe a couple of people huddled in the far corner, not wanting to be seen. As all the doors opened, he steadied himself, sitting up straight and trying to peak his head around the rows of poles and seats. A gasp caught in his throat like a lump, and he found himself sweltering and out of breath. It was her! He watched as she carefully scanned the seats. Just like last time, he thought. I can’t believe she’s real! He wanted to rush to her before she even saw him and grab her, spin her around, dip her, and plant a passionate kiss. She instilled a feeling of lust within him so powerful that just the thought of her looking in his direction and smiling was enough to make his manhood weep for her.

Crossing aisle after the aisle, she locked eyes with him. A smile brimmed on her lips. Instead of running to her, he flashed a friendly smile and waved her over, offering a seat as he had done before. He watched as she made her way towards him. Observing everything about her, taking in her beauty. He saw how her hair swayed down to her waist, blowing in her face as the wind blew around her. She was a fever dream, her beauty unfathomable, and he felt himself melting, his mind, in hysterics. She was…So. Beautiful. Almost otherworldly he thought, too beautiful for this world, too kind.

She wore shiny black knee-high boots. A light-colored sweater that looked fuzzy and warm. It exposed her midriff just enough to see a peek of skin above a black skirt that would rise and fall above her knees as she walked. The doors of the train clicked shut around her as she approached. A strong breeze blew past her knees, blowing her skirt forward where he sat. He watched as the wind blew up her skirt, exposing her legs and barely getting a peek at her panties. White, he thought they must be, but he only got a quick look. He couldn’t help how his body reacted at the sight. He bit his lip to keep his thoughts from being so overtly exposed on his face. Fuck, she saw me look, he thought. But how could he not? His face flushed and he felt heat in his cheeks but played coyly. She walked so gracefully, never missing a step. The train doors had closed, enclosing them in together. The subway had started its decent into the tunnels as it did that first fateful night. How might it turn out tonight? Arthur pondered which of his fantasies he liked the most. But his favorite of all ended with him cradled in her chest. Her holding him, accepting everything he was and was not, and loving him despite that.

He was surprised that she seemed happy to see him. After he hadn’t seen her for days, he thought she might be avoiding him, that her being nice was just who she was, but that she didn’t care to see him again or worse. He had only hoped she would show up today. He felt an electricity between them last time. A connection previously thought unattainable, especially with someone who looks like her and talks like her. She was kind, comforting, sweet, and unmistakably gorgeous. Interrupting the thought process of ruminating, he stood grabbing a rail and extended his hand out to her, being the gentleman his mother raised him to be. He offered to help her sit down, hopefully next to him. To his surprise, she obliged, happily taking his hand in hers. He immediately helped her to the inner seat to protect her if need be. Anyone would have to go through him first. A hand on her lower back to help guide her wasn’t too forward, was it? He thought. He wanted so badly to touch her, to feel her warmth.

She’s here, she’s really here. His mind was spinning, and she’s next to me. She touched my hand. They were as soft as he had imagined, small, dainty, and warm. Her fingers brushed his palm as she let go to sit. Tickling him, making him sweat under his collar. His suit felt tight all of a sudden. Her mere presence next to him put him at ease. She was peace. His muscles relaxed, his face un-tensed. Shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching. She was the embodiment of tranquility. A drop of cold water on his tongue in the desert sun, and he was so, so thirsty.

When he sat next to her, he could feel his body slide against hers, brushing her shoulders hips and thighs. The rest of the train car was cold, but being next to her created warmth. He relished in the feeling of being next to her, subtly touching her with his body every time the train car swayed the right way, making him wish for a bumpy ride if only to bump into her. He sighed with content, breathing deeply, smelling her perfume, making him dizzy and intoxicated. How he would like to just devour her if she would let him. Consume her entire essence, letting her wash over him. Bathing in her existence if only for a short time.

She turned to face him as he did her. Their legs, meeting somewhere in the middle of the seat. Her face was so light, unburdened by the nature of evil plaguing the city. He envied her in a way he could only express with want. He wanted her. Arthur became aware once more that he was in full clown makeup. He felt silly, no clown pun intended. She didn’t know, so he thought if he didn’t explain himself, she would be put off, turned off, scared, or worse, wouldn’t like him. He found the courage to address the metaphorical ‘elephant in the room’. “I’m a clown” he chuckled sheepishly and broke eye contact with her, looking down. “I work as a clown for a talent agency," pointing to the makeup that covered his face. He continued on. “But my dream is to become a comedian. I want to bring laughter and joy to the world” he stated this confidently but was unsure how she would feel about it. It was his truth, what he had been told from such a young age, something positive in this never-ending barrage of torment. He punched down on himself, thinking, why would I say that? That was so stupid. He examined her face, hoping for a positive reaction. Needing the affirmation that this was ok, that she was ok with him like this. That she accepted it. She had already been smiling, but her lips curled up further, eyes closing slightly, creating lines on each side. “Arthur!” She belted out cheerfully, shoving his shoulder playfully. A welcome sound. It's so bright and enchanting, like a song. Her voice was pure poetry. The feeling of her hand on his suit, the gentle push, he wanted to reach his shoulder and touch the same spot, to relive the feeling. “I didn’t know you wanted to be a comedian! I love that! And I love the makeup!” Her hand lightly grabbed his leg in a playful motion. Her touch sending shivers up his leg, he stammered, needing to catch his breath. She loved it? Amazing, he thought. How can someone be this perfect? How could she exist here? The urge to keep her close grew ever stronger. Not anticipating her surprise and cheerfulness to his declaration, he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. He thought, ah, it's nothing, really. She’s just being nice, but what a feeling to be heard and to be validated in that moment. It meant everything to him. “Yeah, I uh, have a book I write jokes in and everything! It’s got a lot of personal stuff and stuff from my own life, I think that’s what makes the best jokes” He felt himself immediately opening up to her, exposing his soul. Being in her presence made him feel alive. He felt he could be vulnerable with her, and she wouldn’t hurt him like everyone else has. He really hoped it was true. As much as he wanted her to see him as he wanted her to see him, he really wanted her to see who him for who he really was and despite all of that, take him into her heart. For her to be just as vulnerable with him as he was with her.

She and him started genuinely talking. She asked him questions about his life. She seemed to want to really know him on a deep and personal level. He could feel the emotion in her voice. When he spoke, she watched so attentively, pausing to let him speak and fully engaging, never breaking eye contact. She was so intimidating, he thought. She sounded so smart when she spoke, and the things she said were so kind and caring. She listened to him, hanging on his every word. He spoke to her about his diagnosis, and she met it with empathy and support. He spoke about how he was adopted and didn’t grow up with a father. In turn, she spoke about her parent’s abusing drugs and getting taken away for neglect. He couldn’t believe some of the things she confessed to him, baring her soul, unafraid he might abandon her or reject her, a fear he had. She seemed healed, and he admired that of her. To be able to move on from such trauma was hard work, something Arthur had still been trying to manage himself. He thought her a good influence. Her voice soothed the innermost parts of his affection starved mind, re-quenching him as if she were a monsoon and he were a draught. Perfection incarnate, an impossible being. In his eyes, she was a goddess! This woman who accepted him, who felt like home, felt safe, like he could trust her. How could he be so lucky? He thought to himself. To find someone like him, an extension of his own soul. It’s as if they’d always known each other. The conversations were effortless and easy. He could listen to her talk all day about anything.

Their conversation continued on for what only seemed like a short time. He was enamored with her, and time stopped ticking in her presence. Their conversations flowed. He genuinely had so much in common with her, he could feel himself constantly smiling through the less serious parts of their conversation. They connected through stories and experiences, goals and ambitions, and their favorite foods and movies. One subject led into the next and so on and so forth. He watched as she spoke so vivaciously, how her chest would rise when taking breaths between sentences and how her necklace lay upon her chest. He imagined her in nothing but the necklace. He watched as the lights would speed outside the subway windows, streaming across her face, lighting up her features, and creating a shadow of her onto himself. Her face, so soft. Her nose, small and cute. He watched how her lips moved across her teeth. She was effervescent. Something just so beautiful and ethereal. She was glowing. Every time she looked in his eyes, he could see light from within, how she sparkled. He watched as she would flip her hair and twirl a single lock between her fingers so sweetly. Her perfume, filling the air every time she moved, it was intoxicating. He found himself inhaling deeply each time it wafted his direction. He would forever associate this smell with her. She would be nostalgia on a bad day for him.

Her laugh stirred within him, swimming in his head and vibrating on his skin. He couldn’t believe she laughed at his jokes. He would watch as her eyes closed and her nose crinkled as a raucous laugh roared from her lungs. She was amazing. And she laughed at his jokes! He tried to make her laugh as much as possible because every time she did, she would grab his leg. Sometimes, he did it without trying. That was the best. He could see that she was really a sweet girl, marred by life but full of hope nonetheless. She was angelic, sexy, pure of heart, smart, and touching his leg again. He could hardly think when she did that. He just knew he wanted it more. For her to move her hand up higher, everywhere. All of her, for himself. He wouldn’t let the world get to her anymore. His obsession and lust, now so much more complex, he loved her truly. He wasn't sure if he could express that when he wanted her so badly. His mind started wandering. He felt an ache deep within his groin.

She crossed a leg, catching his knee in a long brush. Her upper thigh was warm and inviting. She was gazing into his eyes, wide and innocent, with a coy smile as she spoke. He wanted to touch her back, to feel the warmth of her thigh again for himself. To touch her leg and squeeze, to see her reaction. Could he make her blush? The loud speaker went off, somewhere in the recess of his mind did it register. He was caught in her gaze when she broke eye contact, shooting up in her seat onto her knees next to him. He turned to look and see what she was looking at; it wasn't her stop he could tell that much, but he didn’t think either of them had been paying attention this whole time either. They had been so enthralled in one another, conversating and having such a wonderful time getting to know each other, he thought. She turned in her seat, no doubt checking the marquee board behind them.

Arthur went to turn back, but when he did, she had spun right into his face. The feeling of her soft fuzzy sweater swept across his skin, tickling his nose and lips. She smelled so good up close, he thought. Her breasts pressed into either side of his face, and he could feel himself swell. His manhood now throbbing, pressing hard against the seam on his pants. So hard it hurt. He ached for her. He reached up to grab her, afraid the train movements may make her fall, so he held her there. Inhaling deeply and burying his face in her chest, feeling both breasts on his cheeks as he buried himself further into her cleavage, pulling her closer. He wanted to nuzzle himself there forever. She was a safe space for him. He felt closeness in this moment. The heat that came off her body enough to make him perspetrate, perhaps it was the blood rushing through his veins. She made him quite literally hot under the collar. He cherished this moment, not knowing if he’d ever get another. His hand was at the small of her back slowly creeping up. Lacing his fingers under the sweaters fabric and touching her back. He remarked to himself how soft she was, just how incredibly soft she was. He wanted to touch every inch of her body and run his fingers over every curve. She was tantalizing, a taste on the tongue, pure honey. Mmm, and so sweet. Just as quickly as the moment came, it was gone, only mere seconds. He loosened his grip, and she slid back down onto her knees in front of him. Scared of what she would say, what she would do. Would she be upset? He definitely took advantage of that moment, but would she know? And would it offend her. He hoped not, regretting his actions. But in the moment, it felt so right. It was everything he needed.

Arthur couldn’t deny the visions that plagued his mind whenever he would day dream, especially with her here now. Looking at her as she kneeled before him admiring her natural beauty, he could feel her breath. She was so close. He couldn’t help but also see her how he thought about her when he was alone. How he had imagined her naked and on her knees. When he fantasized about her, he always started off innocent, kissing, heavy petting, and sweet pillow talk. But as he went on, as his cock got stiffer and he approached his end, the thoughts would change. They became more sexual, more deviant. He would Imagine her in the throes of passion tits bouncing as she took advantage of him, grinding him while she screamed his name. But truly, if he could ever even get the chance to touch her intimately, he would treat her like a princess, as he thought she should be. He would make sure to meet her every need and more before he met his own if he could help it.

Her face was flush red. she stammered, breaking eye contact and began apologizing to him profusely. Something he thought so odd, there was nothing she could ever apologize for. She frantically spoke, unease and uncertainty crossed her face. He felt the sudden urge to quell her unease, to show her it was ok. Surely, he did not mind at all. He had surmised her reasoning and accepted it. In fact, he only wished the moment could last forever. “Sorry, sor-sorry, I didn’t mean to. I mean, I-I completely forgot, I wasn’t paying atte-.” Without thought or hesitation, Arthur reached his hands to her. Gently holding her face in his palms and directing her gaze back to his. He wanted to show her it was ok, to stop apologizing. The only way he could think how was to touch her. His mind hadn’t gone past that point, only knowing it wanted to put her at ease, to show her kindness like she had for him. She moved with him so easily, he thought, following his lead and every move.

A pout’ look came over her face. Her lips parted; eyebrows raised as she gave him a pleading look. He slowly pulled her closer, tilting her head up, looking into her eyes. She looked back with enlarged pupils. Shallow breaths escaping her lips with labored breathing. Her lips, looking so soft and shiny, a muted blushy pink. He used his thumbs to feel her lips, brushing over them tenderly, wanting to know how soft and plushy they were. In that moment something came over him and he said fuck it. He slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her in closer. She closed her eyes as he neared. Pure joy, he thought. Butterflies rushed within his core, his heart leaping into his throat as he began kissing her. Pressing his lips to hers, inhaling through his nose, unsure of how to proceed but his body naturally took over. He felt every strand of hair that ran through his fingers like silk threads. He wrapped his fingers in it, fully immersing himself in the kiss. She was kissing him back. A thought that quickly surfaced and disappeared, a mere confirmation, his mind reassuring him. But she was kissing him back, and passionately. She tasted so refreshing. He could feel her body relax under his grasp. He felt her warmth as she pressed herself to him, breathing heavily through breathy kisses. He kissed her slowly, passionately, tracing every tooth in her mouth, rubbing every inch of her tongue with his. He was pleasantly surprised when she took the initiative and really got into it. Beginning to remind him of those racier fantasies he had about her as he so needily pleasured himself. He could feel his length twitch within his slacks. She was exploring him with her hands, he felt every touch, every caress across his arms, chest, neck, and head. The feeling lingered, leaving his skin buzzing, electrified under her touch. The power she had over him was remarkable, from the first day he watched her on the subway to this very moment. He was enthralled.

She was panting heavily and moaning between kisses, pressing herself into him with each kiss. He was overwhelmed by her fierceness but happily welcomed it nonetheless. It was literally what he would dream about. Everything he had hoped and wished for about her was coming to fruition. The thoughts, the fantasies. He felt emotional and immediately attached. Of course, he had already decided he would protect her, but that meant something more now. He thought he would die for her, he loved her, and he only felt that love grow with her whether she was in his presence or not. Her teeth clanked against his, and she let out a giggle. The cutest sound he thought. He wanted to explore her as well. Not breaking contact with his lips to hers, he began softly roaming her body. He felt the softness of her sweater as he ran his hand down the front, catching a finger on either side on each breast as he went. He subtly began creeping his fingers just underneath the front of her sweater, feeling how soft her skin was, how hot to the touch. He wanted so badly just to paw helplessly at her breasts. She probably wouldn’t have minded, but he still second guessed himself. Even with her right in front of you kissing you, moaning, touching you, you’re still scared! He thought. He was. Truth be told, he had never gone this far with a woman, any woman, ever. No one gave him the time of day, let alone would have considered it. Often, the reason he would resort to creating these loving and fulfilling scenarios in his mind. Always wishing, always hoping, but never knowing it for himself. He only prayed he could be enough. What if she didn’t accept him, didn’t like his body? All things he was self-conscious of. But he wanted to focus on the now, focus on her, and put those thoughts to rest. Deep down, he knew he would be safe in her presence, accepted, loved. He could feel it. She had so much love to give, just like him.

His hands continued to explore; despite his apprehension, he made his way to her breasts. So squishy, he thought, so bouncy and squeezable. He began to sweat, feeling her nipples harden underneath his touch through the fabric of her bra. His hand, running from the back of her head to her lower back, pulling her into him. He lightly danced his fingers over her skin beneath her sweater, hearing her gasp at his touch. She playfully twirled her fingers in his green locks, tugging ever so gently. He felt her pulling at his collar and sliding her hands over his shoulder under his overcoat. He quickly went to shrug it off, reaching in front with one arm to pull off the other. Hastily tossing it aside. He wanted to leave no inch of her body untouched. He was pawing at her furiously, tugging, groping, mirroring her energy and veracity of the moment. Agents of desire and longing. Slaves to their own lust.

She moved in her seat, putting her knee between his legs as she continued her passionate assault, sending a shiver shooting through his core to his groin. She slowly and carefully nudged her knee right next to his throbbing manhood. He could feel her press against it every time she shifted to kiss, or the train changed its direction. He squeezed his legs together, pressing his swollen length to her leg, holding it there. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as she straddled his leg. Rocking ever so slightly back and forth on him. She sucked his tongue, pulling it into her mouth, sealing the kiss with a bite to his lip. It hurt, but only a little, not being inside her hurt more, he thought. His mind was fuzzy. All he could do was pull away and look at her, beg her to help him. His cock throbbing so hard now she must feel it, any more movement and he might burst. He looked at her face, level with his, and smeared with red and white paint. A bit on her nose, a bit on her cheeks, but a large blurred smear covered her lips and chin. She smiled with doe eyes as he let out a gasp that came out like a whisper. She looked longingly into his eyes, a hand caressed his face, tracing the outlined smile from the paint. She fit so perfectly against him, his body, morphed right into hers. Her hand, cradling his face felt like the purest form of love and compassion.

In the intensity of passion, Arthur slid his hands toward her back side as she continued kissing him and straddling him, rocking her hips as she did. He knew she wanted him; her body gave her away. He slowly and lovingly caressed her, moving his hands underneath her skirt and grabbing a hold of each cheek. He squeezed the flesh through his fingers, holding tightly and encouraging her to rock back and forth harder, gently pulling her forward and moving her back. His fingers closed in on her middle, feeling the fabric of her panties. He was unaware he was humming, a low moan building in his throat and falling from his lips. Her arms were wrapped around his neck when she threw her head back in a soft gasp, exposing her neck and collar bones. He began kissing her, not wanting to leave any spot untouched, unloved. Starting from behind her ear and working his way ever so lovingly down her neck, to her shoulders and collar bones back up her neck to her mouth. He saw how she reacted when he would kiss her on the neck and behind her ear, she would shiver, her moans got louder, breathier. He could feel her breasts heave against him with every inhale and exhale.

Not able to take it anymore, he pulled her away with a hand in a fistful of curls. He needed her not just romantically but intimately. The urge he felt well up within him skirted all doubt and worry. Animalistic instincts taking over. “Come on” he said through a whisper, firm yet encouraging. He wanted to move her to an area where he could have full access to her, all of her. If anything, just to give her more space to straddle him, although he hoped for so much more. He had played this out in his mind so many times in so many different ways. This was just one of them. One where he brings her to the bench seats, lays her down, and makes her cry out his name, however that came to be. Her face was so beautifully distorted by the smearing of his paint. She was a vision, something no artist could re-create.

She followed his lead. Once again, so willingly, so easily, as if she waited for his direction. Even in this moment, after all they had done, it still surprised him. He politely laid his suit coat down on the seats for her. The subway wasn't the most ideal place, pretty dirty surroundings. This was the best way to protect her in this moment. He hoped it was chivalrous. Ideally, he would want her at home in a bed, but anywhere with her was bliss, and he would accept whatever he was given. It was so hard for him to hold back. At this point, he couldn’t anymore. He wanted to consume her, infiltrate her soul, absorb her energy. He hungered for her in that moment as she sat upon his jacket looking at him so innocently. The lust he had for her brimming to the surface, unable to contain it.

He stepped forward, pushing himself between her legs, forcing them apart with his as she looked up at him. He stood over her, watching her and admiring her. He reached down, caressing her face and bringing her chin up with the lift of a finger. “You’re so beautiful” he leered at her, a sly smile crossing his lips. “So pretty. And such a good girl!” He meant it. No double meaning there, he loved her, loved that she was canonically good through and through. He chuckled unironically. Her voice broke, a light and soft sound, so comforting. “For you.” She said through a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear. A good girl for me. For me, he pondered. Two simple words, noting special about them on their own. But spoken together like this, and to him, he felt the weight of those words heavy on his mind. It sent him into an internal craze. All the validation, reassurance, and closeness he had sought, found in a two-word sentence. He thought about the word ‘belonging’ and what it had meant to most. Something he never truly had the pleasure of experiencing. The thought solidified an instant bond within him, dredging up emotions he didn’t know he had. For him. She was giving herself to him, fully and willingly… to him! Realization set in; he had no choice but to give himself to her as well. Not that he would ever choose otherwise. She was unequivocally his, as he was hers, and he would hold on for as long as humanly possible. “For me” He parroted back to her with purpose.

He felt her tugging on his pants, toying with the seam and running her fingers along the waistband, her fingers inside, just barely. Her arm brushed his bulge, and he felt it twitch once more. Creating a tent in his pants. She saw. He watched her glance down at him, then back up almost as if she was asking for him to reveal himself. He needed to hear her say it. He needed that confirmation from her. To hear her lips speak the words he had only imagined. “Tell me what you want Y/N” He spoke calmly and lovingly. He watched as she begged “Please”. He needed her to say it. Say it! She squirmed in her seat. Hastily pulling at his belt, she spoke once more. “Please, I want to taste you.” He never pictured her saying that. It was more than he could bare, almost bursting at the thought but wanting it just the same. He stepped forward, her face right at his beltline, watching as her eyes darted from his pants and back to his eyes pleadingly. “Be a good girl for me then”.

No sooner than the words left his lips was she stripping off his clothes, pulling them down. Moving steadily to undo the buttons on his pants and sliding down his underwear. He groaned as she slid the fabric over his tip. He had been so close for so long that he didn’t know how he would be able to hold back. His lust for her leaking from his body, staining his underwear with a wet spot. She did this in such a kind and loving way, so gentle. Her hands were so small wrapped around his cock, barely fitting her fingers around the girth. He watched as her eyes lit up upon first seeing his member. Hoping she would approve. One hand held him firm while the other playfully swirled around his tip playing with the mess he had made for her. Teasing his tip and rubbing his precum everywhere. She began licking him, up and down the side of his length, swirling her tongue around the tip. Her hands tight around his length, he could feel himself throbbing in her grip. He hissed through gritted teeth at the feeling. She seemed to revel in his reactions to her touch.

Her eyes peeked over a smile he could barely see as she opened her mouth and placed it upon him, taking him into her throat, forcing him into her. Her mouth was so small, she could barely fit his head in. Her throat, so small and tight, he could feel her slightly gag as he entered. Her esophagus, squeezing him, he didn’t know how much more he could take. She got into a rhythm, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips to meet her mouth. Gripping the back of her head with one hand guiding her in a forceful motion and lovingly massaging her neck and shoulder with the other. Shoving him as far into her throat as she could handle. Every time he reached the base, he let out a soft grunt. Her teeth would scrap ever so lightly against his bulbous head, every time hitting his most sensitive areas. It made him shiver and convulse. The sounds they made filled the cabin. Sucking, slurping , and his quiet hushed moans. She felt so good, her mouth so wet and warm and accommodating, he mused. Her eyes watched him as she gulped him down with ease. She narrowed her eyes in a smile that looked devious. He pushed in even harder, letting out a long sigh. Her hands rubbed his abdomen, chest, thighs, and buttocks as she pulled him into her. For him. He could feel the suction in her throat. Every time her mouth left his tip, it did so with a pop! She slurped him up, slobbering furiously and cleaning up her mess. Licking up and down his shaft as she looked him in his eyes. Lightly, she would rub and gently squeeze his balls. So many sensations running through his body he had never felt. She was so confident; he found himself lost in her.

He grabs her face once more, interrupting her, not wanting it to happen so quickly, but he felt close. It was his turn to taste her. He couldn’t wait, salivating at the thought. He stood her up with one finger under her chin. Such a doll, going along with his every motion without question or hesitation. He again kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. Groaning, his manhood throbbing, jutting into her abdomen. He wanted to see her, not just touch her, and taste her. He slid his hands under her sweater and lifts it off of her, placing it carefully on the bench next to her, making sure to be respectful of her things. He then returns to the kiss, pressing his lips to hers hard, breathing in through his nose hastily.

“Lay down”. He says while gesturing his hand towards his overcoat that lay crinkled on the bench seats behind her. She carefully laid on the seat, legs outstretched in front of her, propped up on her elbows. He felt her hungry gaze on him as he moved to the edge on the seat where her feet dangled freely. He stood between them reaching for her to pull her closer, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge. He noted how she slid with ease on the velvet lining of his overcoat she sat upon. She was irresistible, laid out in front of him like that. He felt weak in the knees at the sight of her near naked torso, how the subway lights danced across her body, how her ample breasts shook with every jerk of the train, and how she looked at him. A burning hunger in her eyes, a desire for him. He didn’t want this moment to end, any of it. But he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He didn’t want to. He smoothly moved his hands under her skirt, gripping her panties. She eagerly lifted her legs for him, helping him slide them off her smooth skin. Knowing how badly she wanted him too, seeing it in her actions only made him love her more. Her panties were silky and white with lace trim. A small pink bow adorned the lace in the middle. They were damp. He wanted to put them to his nose and breathe in deeply, to smell her, how wet he had made her. But he held back and placed them next to her.

He just wanted to be close to her, have her body and her face pressed against his. He leaned down between her knees to meet her with another kiss. He treated her so tenderly, he needed to. The fact she was exposing her whole self so intimately to him, how ready she was to give herself to him. He felt he not only needed, but wanted her to feel comfortable. When he got down to it, he didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to satisfy her immensely. Nothing would bring him more joy. So, on he went, kissing her so softly and tenderly, slowly rolling his tongue in her mouth, savoring every second of the kiss. She moaned under him as he used his hand to slide down under her skirt. Feeling the heat rise from her groin. He could feel his fingers slide between her lips so smoothly, leading him right to her entrance where he stopped. Her body, trying to meet his hand, her hips trying to grind into him. The feeling of her wetness on his fingers, sticky, warm, divine. He felt the heat rise in his body, his heart racing, blood rushing, and mind spinning. He needed air and started loosening his collar, unbuttoning buttons, and removing his vest, carelessly tossing it on the seat behind her head before returning to the kiss.

Her hands were under his shirt rubbing his chest, softly stroking his skin. With his hand sliding up and down her wet slit, he slowly pushes his middle finger in, watching her reaction. Just glorious. Her face contorting in the most beautiful way. Moaning in his ear so delicately. He loved to watch how she moved around his finger, almost begging for more. Her whole body slowly grinded as if by nature. He moved his finger gently in and out, gathering her juices, then slid another one in, his ring finger. Slowly, he pushed them in and out, hearing her moan in ecstasy. He took his other hand and pulled her bra down to expose her breasts; he wanted to watch them bounce as he fucked her with his hand. He wanted to see them fully, her nipples peeked over the tops of the cups and he leaned in to tease them, to feel them in his mouth. How hard they were yet pliable enough to suck. His hand went faster, using his thumb to tickle her clit while he worked. He watched how her moans would change if he did something different. The louder and more out of breath she was, he knew she liked what he was doing. He studied her, not wanting to disappoint. Learning her bodies every twist and turn. What she liked, what she didn’t care for. He focused on her pure gratification. Seeing her lose herself in the pleasure he provided, gave him pleasure of his own. It was rewarding for him. A prize to make her so breathless and sweaty. She was so beautiful like this.

He descended from her breasts, fingers still inside her. Rubbing her legs as he went, tenderly caressing and kissing every scar, every fold. She was perfect. He got down on his knees, making sure to steady himself against the seats and gripped her things in front of his face. Everything, right before his eyes, he lustfully watched as his fingers slid in and out of her. How her wetness glistened on his fingers. He took them out, putting them in his mouth and licked off the fluid, cleaning every last drop off his fingers before disappearing underneath her skirt. She tasted so sweet, like biting into a ripe juicy peach. He licked his lips, savoring her essence like a drug. He worked his fingers inside her once more. He could feel her squeeze him from within. Writhing against his force. He could smell her essence, sweet and mouthwatering. He went in to taste. Licking his tongue slowly up from where his fingers penetrated her, taking his time. He sucked her lips and licked her clit, sucking on it softly. Moans and gasps erupted from her mouth. He could feel her arch her back pushing her pelvis into his face. Suddenly he felt her hands in his hair, gripping and pulling him in closer. It made him want to do it harder, better! For her, to make her feel good. He only wished he could make her feel as good as she made him feel. It seemed an impossible feat. But he was fully dedicated to her pleasure, not thinking about anyone or anything else in this moment. Not where they are, not where they're going. Nothing but bringing her happiness. He continued playfully sucking her clit, flicking it with his tongue. It made her grip his hair tighter, pull him closer. “Fuuuck” she moaned pulling him in harder. His face buried in her core, he couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, no consolation at all. His nose was buried in her mound and his mouth was sucking her clit while his hands continued their job.

The bell chimes and doors opening hadn’t stopped them for a while now, neither seeming to care. But Arthurs attention was quickly returned to reality when he heard the distant chatter of loud voices. He suddenly ceased his actions, standing up and holding her down. He hadn’t considered what would, or could happen if they were caught. This was not good. Arthur held still, not drawing attention and watching as they neared. Approaching their train car, his stomach dropped, and time stood still for a moment. A voice rang in his ears “No, please” she begged in a broken moan underneath him, trying to pull him back down to her. He whispered to her with a single finger in front of his lips "shhh", looking in her eyes, hoping neither of them pulled attention to themselves with the way he was making her moan so loudly just moments ago. Her body seized movement underneath him, realizing the weight of the situation, and held steadfast. He watched as her eyes followed the sounds as they passed. A group of drunk guys who walked past the subway windows without ever looking over. They passed in a hurry, leaving the platform before the doors closed and the train moved once more.

His attention was immediately back to her. The way she held herself for him, quietly anticipating his direction. How undeniably taken with her he was. Once the train began its descent once more, Arthurs hands began sliding up her abdomen, settling on her ample breasts. The warmth in his hands as he continued massaging and lightly caressing made him spasm. He leaned in, enveloping her in another kiss. She deserved it. She deserved everything. She leaned up, meeting his lips with the pressure of her own, pulling him in. Their tongues rolling over one another, tasting each other deeply. He so lovingly cupped her face within his giving hands, feeling her jaw move under his grip as they connected kissing.

He pulled her close to the edge once more underneath him, parting her knees while kissing her lovingly. He felt her hand travel down and grip him. His manhood, dripping with anticipation but awaiting readiness. He felt ready, about to burst at every touch she shared with him. As long as she wanted it, he'd give it to her. Just then, as if reading his mind, she gripped him tighter, stroking him slowly. He could feel her fingers rub along the length of his shaft, stopping just before the tip. He started breathing sparsely and in huffs, the anticipation of the moment building inside of him as she pulled him to her most vulnerable area.

He pulled back, having to examine her face. She really wanted this? With him? Of course, things have led them this far, but this. This was different, with a deeper level of intimacy, fully sharing your body with someone, leading to this ultimate act. He was scared in a way, still so ready, still so full of lust and want. Yet, it made him emotional on some level. For her to allow him to connect with her like this. To be so open, so vulnerable with him. He wanted reassurance that this was ok, that she wanted it too. Her cute little voice beckoned to him. “Please” her face curled into a look he could only compare to puppy dog eyes. Lips pouting, eyes seeking. Hearing her ask, of course he wanted reassurance, but hearing her ask? It was almost too much. He wished he could only read her mind; she would never have to ask anything of him. He nodded, sliding his length up and down her slit before he pushed forward, helping her guide him in. Her body, so warm, wet, and soft, it's all he could think about.

He pulled her as close to the edge against him as he could, sliding so easily on his coat. He then steadied himself, putting one hand on her abdomen as he slowly pushed himself into her opening. He felt her walls close around him as he slowly pushed further in. She cried out as he filled her. Her warmness surrounded his length and tightened around him. She would clench and let go as he entered, causing little grunts to spill from his lips as he adjusted to her, filling her completely. Being inside her was unlike anything he could imagine. It was like being given a bear hug. Being squeezed tightly in a warm hug but so much more satisfying in the way it made him feel. The weight of the world left his shoulders for a brief time while he was inside her. It was as if she could protect him in this way. When he was inside her, he felt comfort and ease. His mind, no longer plagued by doubt or heavy thoughts. An amazing thing, he wondered how that could be. But he focused more on the feeling, how good she felt squirming underneath him, how tight she was as he entered her, how her moans filled the air, moans he created.

He began thrusting in and out, slowly and gently, as she pulled him to her, face to face. He was sensitive, and every movement she made nearly took him to his end. He wanted so badly to please her. He pressed in further, pushing in until he no longer could, a low moan brewing in his throat, sounding like a growl building. He couldn’t help how his body reacted, only followed along with what felt good and continued, watching for what he could tell she liked as well. Tuning himself into her. She eagerly began bucking her hips into him. Meeting his every thrust with her own in unison, staring greedily into his eyes. As much as he wanted to meet her energy, he didn’t want to hurt her. He could feel her grip him from within, how tight she was, how she would close up around him as he moved in and out of her. He was careful not to abuse her delicate flower she had so trustingly gifted him with. Every thrust of his was met with a gasp or moan from her. She would scream out his name yelling “yes, fuck, yes”, “Arthur please fuck me! please”, “please don’t stop, fuck” and “harder Arthur!” She was so demanding of him, so fucking sexy he thought. Truly enjoying herself around his cock. Throwing her head back, arching her hips.

He straightened, grabbing her legs and laying them on either shoulder, leaning in for a quick peck and burying himself even deeper into her cunt as he leaned into her. He reached his hand around the front of her legs, sliding his fingers through them and resting them on her clit. He playfully rubbed her bud. Slowly moving in circles around it. She liked this, the way her eyes rolled back and her body shook, he could feel she was close too. He felt himself groaning with every thrust. Light, almost inaudible gasps, emboldened by her. She was so freely moaning, so loudly, not a care. Just fully enveloping herself in him. The louder she moaned, the harder he thrusted with muted moans of his own. He wanted to hear more; how loud could he make her? Her body rocking and shaking under his. He watched her face as she moaned and panted for him. An Image he wanted cemented in his mind. He would hold onto it forever. He continued fucking her, each time with a harder thrust, each time a little bit faster.

He watched as her face looked on hazily. How she looked him in his eyes as he filled her to his base. He could feel her wetness build up around him, sliding in and out of her made easy. His own orgasm building up, every push into her becoming more sensitive, a feeling, expanding inside him. “Ar-Arth” she stammered in a hushed, breathy manner. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” She exasperatingly cried out breathing heavily. She pawed at him, dropping her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He felt wanted and loved in this moment as she wanted him closer, he was inside her and still she pulled him in, wanting more. He did too.

He wanted to kiss her again. Her face aglow from the subway lights and perspiration. A few strands of hair sticking to her glistening forehead. She was panting heavily; he smiled as he watched her face contort while she approached the precipice of her climax. A look of bliss in her complexion. It looked freeing. Her eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle, she arched her back and gritted her teeth. Once again, looking at him as she rode the high of her climax. Meeting him with a half kiss, a valiant attempt but she was fuck drunk and completely at the will of her orgasm.

He felt a confident and prideful smile cross his lips. He had done this; she was like this for him, because of him. Somehow, he was able to elicit this reaction out of this angel of a being. He was proud. He could feel her walls clench tightly around his length with every wave that surged through her body. Every contraction met with involuntary convulsions. He felt himself getting closer. Her vaginal spasms gripping him within, causing him to swell and throb. Watching her completely let go, feeling her fully succumb to him, he was ready. Making her the first priority worked, he thought. He didn’t cum first, something he had worried about the entire time they were intimate, and even before.

Her hands still touching him as he slowly moved back and forth within her, not sure what to do next. “Don’t stop” she touched his face softly with a sleepy smile on her lips. He felt so close himself, unsure how much longer he could last with her clenching around him still. He began thrusting harder and faster once more, doing what felt good to him. Sliding his length almost all the way out each time and meeting her with a hard thrust. His hips bucked almost on their own, taken over by pure instinct. He felt so close. A feeling building inside him like a balloon being blown bigger and bigger until it popped. He focused on his movements, focused on the feeling as she cried out, encouraging him. Every moan that escaped her lips only made him fuck her more ferociously, unable to keep pace or rythm. Her eyes looking at him as he slammed into her, so innocently just staring at him. Catching her gaze and holding it. Grunting as he slammed into her.

A low guttural groan filled the cabin. He felt himself tip over the edge and explode within her. His cock spasmed and pulsated with every squirt of his essence he poured into her, his body shaking with every wave of pleasure. She held him tightly to her as he came. Legs wrapped around him, holding him there. He felt his hot seed fill her as his pace slowed, still fucking her as his seed leaked out. His sensitivity grew and he became unable to move, rendered helpless. The train car took on a hazy glow and his ears rang as rapture filled his every sense, this was heaven, or the closest to it he had ever been. A feeling of none other than complete satisfaction and contentment filled his psyche.

He breathed a deep sigh as he continued twitching inside of her, the feeling slowly subsiding. He gently fell into her, cradling his face in the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume and sweat, invigorating his senses. He remained there for as long as possible, not letting the outside world in, just basking in the connection he had found. Reveling in the romantic and intimate act they had both shared. He replayed those moments in his mind, giddy at the thought. He smiled against her and breathed with content. A sigh of gratitude. She held him tightly, caressing his curls atop his head, twirling a lock in her fingers playfully with an adoring smile. She stroked his back and shoulders ever so lightly, a charge of electricity trailing each fingertip. He lay on top of her, his cock still warm inside her, a place he never wanted to leave. A bell chimed in the distance and he looked at her with longing eyes, knowing they would have to get dressed soon, as the last stop approached. He remained there, soaking up every last bit of time he could spend with her. She was the one in his soul, reflecting his inner light. His serenity. The sun on a dark day. How lucky am I to have someone like her? He thought. For him… the words echoed in his mind. He smiled, buried in her still, savoring every moment.

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Grateful Days

Armando

Sitting in my bed, I moped and grimaced at how shitty everything has turned over the past few days. I’m still truly upset about the failed proposal, but more than anything I’m upset with myself for how I handled it. After sobering up, it finally sank in how royally I messed up things. Staring at my phone as I waited for the possibility of her call, I sighed realizing that it was me who should be doing the apologizing. I don’t even know how I could allow myself to say such hurtful things to my heart like that. Shaking my head as I remembered the words, I decided it was high time I be the bigger person and go win my woman back.

Taking a nice hot shower, I collected my thoughts and feelings and came up with a genuine approach of apology. Stepping out, I quickly dried off and began dressing as the panicked nerves set in at the possibility of losing her forever. Pulling on my pants, I stressed looking for a decent shirt before settling on a grey long sleeve and placing on my chain. Making sure I looked presentable and smelled good for her, I started searching for my keys as more hope rose within me. Still looking for my keys, I heard a knock at the front door. “Mike, will you drop it? I already told you I’m fi-“ “Hi.” She spoke not making eye contact as she twiddled her fingers. “Hey, um come in, come in!” I rushed allowing her entry as I straightened up some loose clothes. Taking a seat on the couch, I sat next to her and as she waited awkwardly to speak. “I need to tell you something.” “No, me first.” I insisted taking her hands into mine.

“Diamonté, I am so deeply sorry for what I said to you that night. It replays over and over again and it makes me sick to my stomach that I even uttered something so hurtful to you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I barely deserve to be in your presence right now, but trust me when I say I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart. I truly regret the decision I made and if you don’t ever want to see me again, I’ll have to find a way to live with it. I just wanted to express that.” I recited as she sat looking down at our hands. Watching her knee bounce nervously, she burst into tears as I hugged her in concern. “Shit, I’m sorry, Dee, I didn’t mean to make you cry, bebita.” I hushed rocking her back and forth in my arms. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes before pulling back to look at me. “Armando, I’m pregnant.” She panted breathlessly as her tears continued to fall.

“You are?” I murmured happily as I took hold of her chin. Nodding, she wiped more of her tears. “I was supposed to tell you that night but when you proposed I got so nervous that I threw up. That’s why I ran off. I meant what I said about my answer being yes.” Holding her cheek in my hand, I smiled kissing her forehead as I started to cry. “You forgive me for being an idiot?” “Yes, you forgive me for not speaking up?” “Of course, baby, come here.” Meeting my lips, we shared a longing and meaningful kiss as I embraced her and rubbed her back. “How far along is the baby?” “I’m not sure yet. The first appointment is in a week.” “Are you excited?” I asked earning her sweet laugh. “Yes, I want a little girl.” She smiled as I coasted my hand across her stomach. “I do too.” I simpered before leaning down to kiss her lips again. “One more question.” I asked nervously. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Armando.” She smirked as I chuckled and went to grab the ring. “Good because you had me waiting long enough to put this on your finger.” I joked as I slid it in place on her left hand. Standing up, she hugged me tightly and kissed me once more making my heart skip a beat. “Now my turn to ask.” “Sí, mi vida?” “Can you please come back home so your son can stop asking where you are?” She huffed as I laughed nodding. “Of course, my baby.”

Terry

“Baby, get up! You’re too heavy for all this!” Anaya whined as I ignored her requests and got more comfortable on top of her. Today is one of my first full days off and I’m taking all the advantage I can get. Baby girl is fed and sound asleep in her crib, the bills are all paid, I’m not on call, and it’s not my night to cook. Yeaaaa, I’m gonna enjoy this. Or at least I had hoped I would. “Terry, get up or so help me God, imma smack you.” “You wouldn’t dare, Anaya.” I groaned deeply as I started to doze off in the soft pillows of her breasts. Feeling a hard sting to the back of my head, I shot her a deadly glare as she cackled. “Don’t give me that look, I told your heavy ass to move. Now get up so I can pee.” She fussed like a proud mama before getting up and twisting hard to the bathroom causing me to laugh. “Stop doing that stank ass walk.” “You love it though.” She countered from the commode as I shook my head.

Shutting my eyes once more, I felt the sweet and supple warmth of sleep taking over my body before being rudely interrupted by Anaya’s antics. “Baeeeee.” She whined grinding on me as I groaned. “Anayaaaa, I’m tryna sleep. Damnnnn.” “Fine, if you don’t love me just say that.” She spat moving to the other side of the bed. Clenching my jaw, I yanked her over to me by her nightgown and hovered over her face. Leaning down to her ear, I caressed her cheek with my hand before gently wrapping it around her throat. “Anaya, this the last time imma say it. I’m trying to get my rest and all this moving around and shit finna piss me the fuck off. I’m asking as nicely as possible, baby, just take a nap with me. Please?” Nodding slowly, I sighed before releasing her neck and cuddling back up to her chest while closing my eyes. “Put me to sleep, Daddy.” She purred softly rubbing my scalp as my eyes shot open.

** HOURS LATER**

“Ouuu, baby, let’s get these! I think they’d go nice with the room.” Nodding groggily, I followed aimlessly as she pointed out different items decorate the house. After putting Anaya to “sleep”, we napped for a good 45 minutes before she got hit with the home decor bug and she insisted that we needed to get supplies to finish the house. We are now three stores deep with no sign of retreat, and Daddy and baby Maya are completely over the experience. “Bae, you’re not even looking!” “Anaya, we have more than enough time to finish the house. Why can’t we just chill today?” Giving me the death glare, I smacked my teeth following her with the cart as she continued to shop. Turning into an aisle, I realized I forgot to grab water for the house and tried excusing myself to go and grab it. “Bae, I gotta grab water, you and Maya gone be okay for a few minutes?” “Yea, baby we’re fine.” “Aight, keep your phone close in case.” Nodding, she kissed me goodbye and I made my way to my destination.

Grabbing what I needed, I headed back to our original aisle before halting as I heard a guy. Peeking around to where they were, I noticed an older man standing too close as Anaya frowned up in anger holding Maya to her chest. “Look I’m not gonna tell you again to back the fuck up.” “We got a problem?” “Nah, young buck, I was just-“ “I believe I was asking her.” “No, it’s fine. He was just leaving.” She said putting Maya in the cart as he huffed in disapproval. “Will you just hear me out?” He asked grabbing her arm when I lost it. Setting the water down, I yanked him off his feet before holding him up to the shelving of the aisles. “Nah, motherfucka, you hear me out!” I seethed as Anaya cried for me to stop. “If you ever set foot near my wife and child again, I fucking promise you it’ll be the last thing you do!” I spat as my blood boiling more and more just thinking about this clown touching my lady.

“Terry, stop! Please! Just put him down.” She pleaded as I glared him down icily. “Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t fuck yo shit up right here.” “She’s my daughter.” He heaved out as I looked at her for confirmation. “He’s my dad, Terry. Just put him down.” Setting him down slowly, I faced her as she rubbed my arms and calmed my anger. “Explain, Anaya.” “He skipped out when I was two years old and it’s been just my mom and I ever since. Apparently he’s been living here in Miami so this run-in was not at all anticipated.” Nodding as I absorbed her words, I further calmed down as we exited the aisle, checked out, and went home. Relaxing day my ass.

Thank y’all for being so patient with me! The scene with Anaya and Terry was inspired by this video so I hope y’all enjoy.

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