#as in “you like each other. now kiss and leave me alone”

[thejujvtsupost]

It’s Always Been You

🍎F!reader, pet names: (pip/squeak, my girl, sweetheart,) suggestive but not smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief miscommunication and lots of groveling but it works out.🍎

Notes: I struggle with editing. This is totally separate from canon bc I’m heartbroken. It’s also my first lads fic, I’ll ALWAYS be a Sylus girlie but Caleb broke my brain for a minute 😭

Caleb joining the DAA wasn’t the problem at hand…No, it was the fact that you were going to be separated. Spending his last night before he leaves wrapped around each other like you always did when things were tough was the best comfort you could get.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, do you really have to go?” This was going to be the longest you’ve ever been apart since you were kids, and even worse, he wasn’t allowed to have his phone.

This wasn’t any easier on him but he couldn’t just back out. “I’ll be home before you know it, don’t worry too much.” Caleb brushed the hair from your eyes and held you closer, “plus, you get to have six months free of my constant nagging.”

That was absolutely the wrong thing to say, the tears you were holding back finally fell. Your hands that were originally wrapped around his waist were now at his chest, between your bodies and fisted tightly in his shirt. “But I love you and your nagging!” You inhaled like you were suffocating. Perhaps you were, under the weight of his impending absence.

“Shh I know, I love you and being a pain in your ass.” That earned him a wet chuckle. “I swear, as soon as I’m home I’ll fulfill my promise and I won’t leave your side. You’ll never have to worry again, about anything.” A soft kiss to your temple solidified his vow.

It took you a few long moments before you were able to get in a proper breath and process what he said. “You made a promise?”

“Don’t remember? Hm that won’t do. Think back to when you were 18, and that boy you had a crush on rejected you and broke your heart.”

“I’d prefer not to remember that, actually.”

“But remember after? When you still hadn’t come home by dinner and I found you alone at the park?” Large hands ran down the length of your back to help soothe you while he spoke.

You’re still lost but it’s coming back to you. Confessing to your crush in the park was supposed to be perfect— except he not only rejected you, but he made fun of you. You could respect rejection, but the way he humiliated you and made a scene wasn’t something you wanted to think about. “That day was awful.”

“You were so upset. I wanted to beat him to a pulp but you didn’t want to be alone. Remember what I told you? The pinky promise we made? It’s only been four years you know, I’d hope your memory isn’t that bad yet.”

The moment flooded you then with a gasp, ‘You’ll never be alone as long as I live sweetheart, and when it’s time, when I finally graduate and become a pilot, I swear I’ll marry you myself to prove it.’ And at the time it made you giggle, because surely he was just joking to cheer you up, right? “You meant it?”

Caleb chuckled and lifted your chin to look at you directly, “of course I did, it’s always been you and me. Don’t you know that?”

A fresh wave of tears formed as you surged forward to meet his lips with yours- and stopped out of embarrassment before you could make contact. “Sorry, I didn’t- I think I’m just being emotional—”

But the space between you closed once again and before you could overthink it, Caleb was kissing you the way he’s wanted to for years. His lips were all consuming and tender. His palm cupped your face like it was glass and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through his hair. Kissing Caleb felt like home, like everything was right.

He tried to break away to bring you both air but you refused to let him, instead pulling him closer and closer until he was on top of you, spreading your legs to accommodate his size. “Slow- slow down, you still need oxygen.” You shook when he started dragging his kisses down your throat, letting out soft moans when gentle sucks were left behind.

“C-Caleb…”

He pulled back and grew tense as if he was afraid he scared you away, “what’s wrong, you tired?” He was trying to give you an out if you wanted it.

You were certain your cheeks were flushed, you shook your head. “I want… more…”

Caleb groaned and buried his face in your neck “you’re killing me, Pip.”

Had you said something wrong? “Sorry- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… I’ll just-” you loosened your arms from around him, thinking you somehow embarrassed yourself yet again.

He stopped you. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re killing me because you have no idea how badly I want you; how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Really?” Having someone like Caleb love you was the best feeling, but him being attracted to you left you wanting him even more.

Deciding to just show you, he ground his hips into yours. And god, it felt good against you. Just that little bit of contact felt better than anything you ever achieved on your own. “You’re-” hard went unsaid. He grunted when you spread your legs wider for him. “Yeah, I am. And if you want me, then you have me. But you can’t take it back, so if you’re not ready for that commitment…”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“This really isn’t the time for that—”

“Shut up, it’s important.” He sighed and let you continue. Your arms dropped from his neck to hold his face in your hands, brushing the stray hairs from his face. “That guy I had a crush on? I only liked him so much because he reminded me of you. So I’m yours, too. If you want me, then you can take me.”

Words were lost on him so actions took hold, “are you sure?” His kisses resumed their path after meeting your lips, the room grew hotter with each new brush against your skin.

“I trust you, Caleb,” you had no idea your neck was so sensitive, your gasps talking for you. “but I should let you know I’ve never done this before.”

“I’d kill anyone who ever touched you if you had”

“Isn’t that hypocritical? Should I hunt down your past lovers?” You worked his shirt over his head, the dog tag necklace you gave him mere hours ago dangled in front of your face.

He chuckled and discarded your top, your sleep shorts were next. “It’s funny how you think I’d ever want someone that isn’t you.” His revelation hit you full force: he loves you so deeply, there’s truly no doubt to have. “I’d never do this with anyone else.”

Two things happened that night: your bond was solidified, and unbeknownst to you, a life was created

The goodbye was brutal the next day, already missing him terribly before night fell again.

You managed to fall into a routine, though. You would go to work, occasionally spend time with friends— Tara spent the night with you at least once a week to keep your mind off of things; and the days she didn’t you laid in bed desperately wishing he would be by your side.

Your routine was solid, until a month into your separation when you were sick almost every single day. You were fed up by the time a week passed and the day after that you made your way to visit Zayne- who congratulated you because in his words, ‘he and his wife were expecting as well, perhaps they’ll be friends, too.’ Finding out you were pregnant without Caleb with you was difficult, there wasn’t a way to reach him and share the news.

But you weren’t alone anymore. You spent the time you felt lonely talking to your baby now, who definitely couldn’t hear you yet but that didn’t matter. You were kept company with a perfect blend of you and your Caleb.

According to the official statement released last week Caleb would be home any time today, any minute, any second.

The anticipation left butterflies in your tummy, your baby moving with your nerves. It didn’t occur to you that he might not be happy to be a father, that you might’ve been presumptuous that he’d be ready to care for another life so soon.

And when the door flew open, as much as you wanted to jump into his arms (carefully, of course,) you held your breath and waited for him to notice. And of course, because he was your Caleb, it was right away. His happiness and relief fell away to shock and— was that anger? You didn’t expect anger…

“Welcome home, I—”

“Who else has been here?”

“What? I mean Tara has been keeping me company a few times a week but that’s it.”

“What man has been in our home, pipsqueak.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, just a demand. He’s never been so terse with you…

His tone made you anxious, “No one, other than Zayne and his wife for dinner occasionally— Caleb what are you talking about?”

Caleb dropped his bag on the floor with a thud, still not moving from his spot. “I’m talking about the fact that I came home after six months and you didn’t seem to miss me at all, nothing like the way I missed you. How else would you be pregnant? So who is he? Someone from the Hunters Association?”

Oh… he thought… “Oh my god how could you think- I’d never cheat on you Caleb— EVER how could you even think—”

“Well, I certainly couldn’t have knocked you up in the time I’ve been away.”

A knife cut through you at his words, the accusation, the betrayal of thinking you’d ever be with anyone else. And how vulgar it was… Did your first time mean so little? Was it something he just wanted to get out of the way before he left? A sob escaped you, tears spilled over. “You’re an asshole, Caleb.”

His eyes went wide, “I’m the asshole here?”

“Yes! You’re a fucking asshole! I expected you to be shocked but accusing me of cheating on you? Thinking that night was nothing? That’s low. I can’t believe you!”

“That night means everything to me!”

“Ask me how far along I am! Go on, fucking ask!”

That stopped him short, “you mean?”

“SIX MONTHS!” Standing there while he dropped to his knees was barely satisfying. “God I can’t stand you right now! You must’ve lost your damn mind and all your common sense!”

His silence was angering you further, stomping off to the kitchen for a drink of water and trying to calm down was a better use of your time; crying from this much stress wasn’t good for you.

Once he gathered himself he followed you, “Sweetheart… you’re telling me that night…”

“Finally used your brain, did you?”

“I’m so, god I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” His hand reached out to bring you in for a hug but you denied him.

“Do. Not. Touch me.” His audacity made you seethe. No way were you going to give in so easily no matter how much you desired to be in his embrace and reassured.

“Sweetheart—”

“You’re sleeping on the couch. We can decide what to do later.”

His emotions began to overflow, the guilt crushing him; the ring in his pocket practically burning into his flesh. “Decide what?”

“Decide if I should even let you stay.” Your throat felt tight but you continued to hold your sobs back. “Your dinner is in the oven by the way, it’s your favorite so I suggest you don’t let it burn.”

A few hours rolled around before he couldn’t hold himself back anymore hearing your sniffles. You hadn’t eaten dinner, who knows if you had any water, and no matter how (rightfully) mad you were, you still needed to eat.

Grabbing a few of your favorite snacks with a glass of juice instead of the untouched dinner he put in the fridge was his safest option, unsure if seeing the meal would upset you further.

“Pip squeak? I know you’re awake.” Crouching by your side of the bed and setting the snacks on the nightstand, “please talk to me?”

“Go away.”

“You know I can’t do that, you have to eat something.”

You poked your head from the blanket, “oh so you care now that you know it’s yours?”

The jab was deserved but it still earned a wince. “I’d still care even if they weren’t.”

“How noble of you. Sticking around to raise a kid that’s not yours before I even have a ring.”

“Who said I didn’t have a ring?” This time you accepted the comfort of his hand brushing your hair behind your ear and gently cupping your cheek.

Curiosity was a bitch, but you weren’t ready to forgive him yet. “You were really mean.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry. I can’t imagine you being with anyone else but I didn’t expect to come home to a family either— and I’m beyond happy to be a dad. It’s not an excuse though, never okay to talk to you like that.”

A few leftover sniffles came before he pulled a tissue from the box on your nightstand, opting to dry your tears himself. “Blow,” He said, holding the tissue to help you blow your nose; then offering you the straw of the juice so you could hydrate.

“I missed you so much, I thought you’d still be happy to see me.”

“I’m over the moon, actually. But I hurt my girl, gotta make things right. Think you can forgive me? I’ll earn it forever.”

“Caleb if you ever, I mean ever, speak to me like that again I won’t hesitate to let you talk to the front door. You’ll be out.”

“I’ll cut my tongue out myself.”

“So dramatic as always.” You rolled your eyes, “you mentioned a ring?”

A smile lifted the corner of his mouth, “there’s my girl. You sure you still want it? Or should I earn it first?” He dug into his pants pocket to show you anyway.

“It wouldn’t hurt your efforts.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle fully before presenting the velvet box to you, “I’m pretty close to the ground but if you sit up for me I’ll get on one knee.”

Sitting up to stretch was good for your back anyway, “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

The velvet box opened and your jaw dropped, “picked it out in Skyhaven. Gideon and I helped the elderly owner of a small shop with some boxes he was struggling with in front of his door. Knew it was perfect right away, gorgeous and one of a kind like you.”

“You’re ridiculous, but I love it.” He slid it on your finger and sealed it with a kiss, and you fell into his arms like you’ve wanted to for the last six months.

Pulling away after many minutes of hugs, ‘I love you’s’ and kisses wasn’t welcomed by you. “Now, how ‘bout some dinner? I don’t think snacks are enough, they were backup. Gotta keep you healthy.”

“Did you like it?”

You were pulled to your feet and carried out of the room. “Didn’t eat without you, sweetheart. Having dinner without you and the baby felt empty.”

“Good. You can reheat it then.” You waited for the perfect moment to drop your bombshell, which happened to be when he was carrying a full glass pitcher of water for the table. “We’re having a daughter, by the way.”

The pitcher fell so fast his evol barely managed to catch it before glass hit the ground. It left you feeling smug.

You couldn’t help but cackle at his shocked spluttering, “A WHAT?”

I’m so flattered, I’ve never had so many people interested or had a taglist this long: @pixelcafe-network @kentochronicles @sashisuslover @lunia-likes-pomegranet @elli4ever @mysssticc @kaemaybae @kamisatoaiko @midiplier @jamseashell @llamabois @boba14 @crimsonspring @angrychinchillanoises @ali-shiii @kazbae95 @ifistoptherain @c-I-stinnett @nephelesthoughts @etherealzi @jjoppees @keithkoganeirl

All divider credits to me @thecutestgrotto

[sarahwrites-a-lot]

[ID: a poem entitled "wishes for ginkgo biloba" Described under "Keep reading".

My counselor is not here to watch the way she did when our metaphor about the zoo splintered me. The ginkgo, bastardized further as the maidenhair, arrived in German hands first in 1690. How like a Western mind to force-feminize everything. In Emily’s office there was the wall to sink against, someone to listen as I begged to be done with the gaping, a bullet-hole. A diffuser of lemongrass, a green turtle screensaver. Alone I punch straight through my right tit and keeping me alive a thousand swooning ginkgo leaves reveal themselves. Doubtful of finding the other thing I strip the leaves out. My hot hands practically caramelize. The ginkgo tells any who will listen, “All my friends are dead.” Even the wind’s kiss is lostsong to the ginkgo. A sense of not belonging far from new. I slap my body all over till it is tattooed bloody some midcentury wallpaper with leaves resembling fans or trumpets or cyclones. Copper creep paint. I ask the ginkgo why live. In Emily the counselor’s office we talked at length about the land of the longnecks, the limby dinosaur utopia of 2003’s Land Before Time fame, green and tawny herbivore outcasts who belong to each other. They would call my mother and tell her I didn’t nap just pretended and I was too busy eating and outgrowing to prepare for the other kids with their short necks and their psychic eyeholes. To the ginkgoes, I’m sorry, and I will sing the melodies beetles don’t echo back anymore. Rage a body-captive, ginkgo biloba, always rage Cranberries lyrics and passages of Cariani in my sleep. Window’s shadow in the therapy room my eyes must be burnt in four parts and every last live thing that grew at the birth of the ginkgo is gone now. No diffusers here, love. Emily I miss you. I am still howling about depressive realism. To the ginkgoes, I’m sorry nothing wild eats from you anymore. Somewhere there is a world where things are okay again and some never happened at all. I plant you there.

End ID.]

Why does every therapist tell me that I’m so bright and confident and articulate, can you please help me deal with the gaping hole in my chest

[nativegirltapes]

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ what happens when sweetheart!reader invites drew over after their recent movie together finally wraps . . .

pairing: sweetheart!reader x drew starkey

warnings/notes: smut but not much until the end. also new reader yay <3 hoping to get her moodboard out tmr 🎀 lmk your thoughts sexies

the tension between you and drew was undeniable, to the both of you and the rest of the world; your friends, his friends, and both your guys' fans. it's not like you guys tried to hide it though, you were both constantly staring at each other whenever in the same room, especially during interviews, or the way you would both subconsciously have your hands all over each other, or maybe the way you'd both find a way to bring each other up when the other wasn't around.

and now that the movie you both starred in was wrapped, you both felt some weight fall from your shoulders. drew didn't feel like much of a pervert since you weren't exactly his costar anymore. and you didn't feel like you had to suppress the way your body reacted every time he got too close to you.

you hated how much you liked him, he made your stomach do literal flips. the feeling was mutual though, drew adored you in a way he hadn't anyone else. "nice place you got." drew said as you showed him around your apartment. "thanks." you stopped when you made it to your bedroom, drew looked around, your bedroom making him realize how much he really didn't know about you. "so, this is where the lucky guys get to come huh?"

"guess so," you plopped on your bed, letting your dress ride up your thighs. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't have intentions of getting somewhere with drew tonight after inviting him over alone. and it would also be a lie if drew wasn't hoping that you had intentions tonight, because he definitely did.

"am i one of those lucky guys?" drew questioned as he sat next to you on your bed. "are you?" you questioned him back, flashing him a little smile. "can i be?"

you shot out of your bed, standing up in front of him. "don't know. can you?" you teased him. drew chuckled, you were playing hard to get and it surprised him. you were the shy type yes, but there was something playful and even a little daring about you tonight and drew loved it. "do you like messing with me?" drew looked up at you as you still stood in front of him. it took a lot for him to not pull you down on his lap and kiss you. a lot actually. "maybe."

"we both know you want me just as bad as i want you right now," drew's hand fiddled with the end of your dress. "and what makes you so sure about that. hm?" you took a seat on his lap, his arm wrapped around your body, they felt even bigger than they looked. "i don't think you would've let me in your bedroom if you didn't." he said. and he was right, he was absolutely right and you didn't like it.

but clearly not enough because before you knew it, you were both tearing your clothes off each other and you were riding him. "fuck, i'm obsessed with you." drew said squeezing your ass as you bounced on his cock. his tight grip making you squeal a little, you knew it would leave marks but that was the last thing you were worried about. "you're so fucking perfect." you watched as drew's chest rose and fell at a certain pace. "cmon, talk to me." he begged.

your whole body felt so good that all you literally could do was let out moans and squeals, "s' good." you whispered, your eyes instinctively shut from the amount of pleasure. "wanna fuck you all the time." you said.

"yeah? you can baby. i'm all yours." drew responded. it was your first time having sex, but holy, the way your pussy felt wrapped around him; he swore he'd never even want to fuck anyone else ever again. "knew you weren't that shy."

you felt your cheeks get red at his comment, "m'gonna come!" you fell into his chest, heavy breaths leaving your lips as you collapsed on top of him. your manicured nails gripped onto his big arms, "me too." drew's breath hitched. you laid on him as you both caught your breath, "soooo, i am one of those lucky guys?"

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Giggles

Pairing: Clayton Keller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI because making out and Kells getting a lil' hot and bothered...maybe a lot hot and bothered

Summary: You have your first ever kiss with Clayton and you can't stop giggling, it's fucking adorable.

Notes: The first time I ever kissed a guy (at 24) I kept giggling (did that every time he kissed me for at least a month) and I think Kells would find it fucking endearing. So that's the inspo for this.

I'm a sucker for late bloomer/inexperienced reader shit cause that be me so have this little brain rot.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

You have no idea what the fuck you are doing. It's so stupid that you've made it this far in life, your 20s, without so much as a kiss and now you're sat in Clayton Keller's car and he's looking at you like that and you're certain he's going to kiss you and you have no idea what you are doing or what you're supposed to do.

It's late, near midnight but neither of you had wanted the date to end and Clayton had suggested you go to a lookout point, sit in his car and talk for as long as you wanted. All on your terms he said, when you wanted to leave he'd take you straight back home. He's been nothing but a gentleman, it makes sitting there with him like that, alone, feel safe, comfortable.

Turns out the lookout point had a great view of the city and the stars. Turns out sitting in a car talking to Clayton Keller makes you never want to go home. There's something about the atmosphere inside the car that has you melting under his attention; the way the interior of the car is lit solely by a few internal lights that give off a cool blue light, how Clayton had put the heating on the moment he saw you shivering, heated seats turned on for added measure, his hand reaching out to rub warmth into your leg until the car warmed itself, how he moved both your seats until your headrests were inline, the fact the music was playing, but so low that it removed the awkwardness of silence while still allowing you two to be in your own bubble.

You were both facing each other in your seats, you leaning your cheek into the leather of the seat, watching him from underneath your eyelashes as he finished telling you about a story from practice. Something about the new pup Archie being brought out onto the ice and scrambling about, all four legs splaying wide as he struggled to grip the ice properly.

He's beautiful, you knew this when he first asked you to go out, but it's even more clear like this when he's smiling wide, teeth on show, dimples deepening as he laughs at the memory. You can't help the way you look at him and he can't help that he notices.

You're so fucking pretty, the way you lean your cheek against his car seat, how you tuck your legs underneath you like you're both sat in his house, on his couch. You wore the prettiest dress to the date and he's been almost incapable of ungluing his eyes from you all night, and now is no exception. In the dim lights of his car you look so fucking soft, sweet, looking up at him from underneath your lashes like he's the most interesting thing in the world.

You blink slow at him as the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, but a silence that's no less filled with tension. You can feel it, the buzz in the air that would normally be your cue to say something that ruins it, something that cuts the tension. The buzz in the air that has you swallowing nervously because his blue eyes keep dipping down to your lips, tracing them like he doesn't want to forget what they look like, like he wants a taste of you.

You try not to jump when he moves slowly, coming to lean into your space, his arm resting over the back of your seat until he's so close you can count the few freckles on his skin, and smell the expensive cologne he's wearing. Your eyes aren't sure where to look; his eyes, his lips, the way his Adam's apples bobs in his throat, that chain of his that peeks out from beneath his dress shirt.

Clay's eyes dart from your own to your lips and back again, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip, a motion you instinctively copy. The air feels thick, heavy and there's a roiling buzz in your gut, a giddy sensation so strong you're not sure what to do with it, not sure how to relieve it or cope with it.

"Can I kiss you?"

You can't help it, the giggle slips out without your permission, a hand coming up to cover your lips as look at him all wide eyed and sweet. It's fucking adorable and he can't help the way he smirks at you, eyes becoming more heavily lidded because fuck he wants to kiss you and swallow that giggle in his mouth.

"Can I kiss you? Please, baby?" He asks again, watching the warmth flood your cheeks, the way your eyelashes flutter against the apples of them like the wings of a dove and you lower your hand, lip bitten between your teeth. You're the picture of innocent seduction and it floors him further because you have no idea what you're doing to him.

"...Yes..." Your voice is so so quiet, shy like speaking too loudly might ruin it, might break this moment.

Clayton's free hand reaches out for your cheek, fingers brushing across the warm skin with a reverence that is better suited for worship in a church than the interior of a car at 11:45pm on a Friday night. The nerves grow in your stomach as his fingers trail down, thumb pulling your lip free from between your teeth.

You have to swallow another giggle of nerves as his hand reaches your throat, lightly holding your neck, thumb brushing underneath your jaw in a soothing back and forth that has your eyelids fluttering. He's slow as he leans in, gives you time to pull away at any second, but you don't. For once in your life you stay put in this moment, in this feeling.

His lips are warm against yours, softer than you expected from a hockey player. Bottom lip plush as he captures your own between his lips, you have no idea what you're doing, but you trust your gut, follow his lead, moving your lips against his in a rhythm that you think is passable. Your hand coming up to tangle in the strands of hair at the base of his neck.

When he pulls back, he leaves little distance between you, just enough to breathe, your noses brushing. It's the overwhelming giddy feeling that surges in your stomach, in your blood that has you giggling again, face pressing into his neck to hide it, giggling like a little girl at your first kiss.

"Did you just laugh?" He's not mad, no, he can't be. Not at the cute little giggle that keeps escaping as your feet curl under you, like his kiss has given you a burst of undiluted energy. You're hiding your face into his neck, smile growing against his skin and it makes Clay's own begin, corners starting to turn up, teeth starting to peek out. His hand on your throat flexes, not constricting, just a reminder it's there, that he moved with you, his ring cool against your skin.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what I'm doing..." His smiles grow wider, pressing his face into your hair, nose nuzzling just besides your ear like this isn't the first time you've kissed, like you do this all the time.

"Have you never kissed someone before, baby?" He expects you to say you have, that it's just been a while but you don't, pulling back to look at him, eyes wide and lip back between your teeth like it's found a home there.

"I'm sorry...I...no..." and shit, if he doesn't want to puff up a little at that, that he's the first guy that ever got to kiss you, that's ever got to taste you. That he's the first guy you decided was good enough to get this close to you. That he gets to show you how a kiss should be, how you should be treated...fuck...

"Hey, don't be sorry, just tell me...the giggles are good right?" He smirks at you even as he reassures you because he doesn't want you shying away from him, doesn't want you thinking he has a single problem with how inexperienced you are, cause fuck he wants to show you everything.

You nod shyly, a confirmation that your giggle fits are nothing if not positive, an expression of all the unusual feelings, the giddy rush that fills your body every time he touches you.

"C'mere then, sweet girl," You follow his lead when he grips your hips, leading you to move across the centre console until you're straddling his lap, knees pressing into the warm leather on either side of his thighs, arms over his shoulders, stomach buzzing with nerves as you look down at him.

Clay's hand tugs the skirt of your dress down for you, eyes staying on yours, not daring to peak, covering you properly like a gentleman before you settle comfortably on his lap. His hands smooth over your thighs. His hands so large they're twice the size of yours.

"'m gonna kiss you again, okay?" It's whispered almost on your lips, his hand trailing up slowly, oh so slowly from your thigh, over your hip and ribs, almost ticklish in its course of travel, until it comes to rest back around your throat like it belongs there. Flexing just slightly so you can feel how his whole hand covers your throat, like it was made for the space. The way his ring touches your skin, cool metal against the hammering pulse at your neck, how his fingers have you, firm, but gentle in their grasp, how his bracelets tickle the hollow of your throat.

He can feel your giggle against his palm, the way your throat contracts and relaxes under his hand as you unleash it again, like you can't stop it. The most perfect fucking sound he's ever heard. The giggle you let out doesn't stop him this time, nor the way your eyelashes flutter nervously. He gets it now. You're nervous, you're giddy, your body full of those unknown feelings, things you're not used to, things he's making you feel for the first time.

Clayton's breath is warm across your lips as he hovers just over them for a second before slating his mouth back against yours. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, pulling slightly, tugging until you open up all hesitant and sweet because you had no idea what you're doing even as you giggle and sigh into his mouth, into the taste of the tiramisu he had for dessert.

You gasp at the feeling of his tongue against yours, the way he delves into you hungry, desirous but slow, not rushing as his free hand tangles in your hair, just tugging slightly at the roots. Enough that it sends a warmth through you, every inch of you tingling with a want you've never felt directed at someone before.

One hand of yours curls into his hair, freshly done nails scratching against his scalp in a way that has him groaning low in his throat, the feeling made better by the fact you don't even realise how good you are. Your other hand curling over his shoulder, nails biting into the back of his dress shirt, he wants you to leave a mark, a reminder of this moment, that he's the first man to make you feel like this. That he's the first man to have you falling apart, trembling in his lap like a simple kiss is too much.

The way he kisses you leaves you breathless, head dizzy, teeth clanking together, tongue licking into your mouth like you're the best thing he's ever tasted and you might just be. The hand at your throat tightens, not enough to constrict anything, but just enough to make your head buzz a little, to make you whimper into his mouth like this is all too much, this, something people do everyday, is too much.

You're scrabbling to find purchase on him, holding him close, tight like he's an anchor in rough storm. Every tug of his hair, every dig of your nails into his shoulder, sends tingles down his spine and he has to remind himself this is new for you. This is enough for tonight. Reminds himself not scare you off, no matter how badly he wants to flatten the car seats and climb over top of you, no matter how badly he's straining against his dress pants or how badly he wants to taste you right now. This enough.

When he releases your lips you gasp in a breath like you've been underwater, giggle quickly taking over, loud and bright and so fucking lovely. Uncontrollable as you giggle into his shoulder and he loves it, he loves the warmth of your cheeks, the brightness of your giddy smile, the way you burrow against him in your joy.

He hopes you never lose it. Hopes you giggle every single time he kisses you until the day he dies because there is nothing more beautiful than the naked, raw expression of how he makes you feel. The girlish delight at a man, a guy, you like kissing you for the first time, for the second time, maybe forever?

"Fuck, you're so beautiful..." The way he looks down at you as you're giggling on his shoulder makes you stop, breath non-existent because god, how can he look at you like that with eyes like that an not expect you to fall in love. "So pretty..."

He can't help it, dipping back down to capture your lips because fuck you're gorgeous and pliable and warm. You taste like the cocktail you drank at dinner, a little bit fruity and a little bit alcoholic.

It takes everything in Clayton to pull away. Everything in him to let your lips go, to not drag you to the backseat and spread your thighs for him, but he knows that's too much too soon, knows you need easing in if a kiss makes you have a giggle fit.

His nose nuzzles against yours, smirk firmly in place because you're already trying to hold back another giggle and he just can't help how proud it makes him, to know he's brought you to that, made you a giddy mess in his lap.

"Should probably get you home, 's getting late, baby..."

You want to whine, want to complain, ask to stay here all night but you can feel how hard he is underneath your ass and you know...you know this is his way of being a gentleman, his way of going slow. You know if you ask to stay it'll go further than you're ready for, so you nod instead and let him guide you back to your seat.

You let him fix the skirt of your dress again, like a good boy, covering you up. You let him buckle your seatbelt and don't comment when his fingers linger over your cleavage or pinch your hip lightly.

The whole ride back to your house his hand is on your thigh, maybe a little higher than normal, maybe slipping just slightly under the hem of your dress, pressing circles into your inner thigh in a way that makes your blood heat, makes your cunt tingle because fuck...

You consider it. Consider asking him to come inside, but you can't. Not yet. Still you let him walk you to your front door, let him help you up your steps as if you aren't perfectly capable and when you turn to face him under your porch light, ring doorbell camera capturing the moment, you don't resist when he pushes you lightly into the side of your house. You don't protest when his hands barricade either side of your head, leaning over you until you're in your own little cocoon called Clayton Keller.

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Fuck, you've never had a guy want to see you so soon, but then you've never had a guy like Clayton Keller. Tonight's full of firsts.

"Yes, please."

It's the sweet little please that you tack on the end that has him groaning, head falling forward, forehead pressing against your own because you're so fucking sweet that he wants to absolutely ruin you.

The lips slant against yours this time in a bruising fashion, desperate, hungry, still he's careful, a hand cushioning your head as it bumps back against the side of your house, a hand at your throat tilting your head back like it'll help him devour you further.

The way he rips his lips from yours to breathe is almost feral, panting over you like he might eat you alive and you consider it, consider letting him, consider unlocking your front door and dragging him in by the hand, consider how it might be to tug at his hair while he kisses down your neck...but you don't.

"Fuck, sweet girl, you're gonna be the death of me, y'know that?"

You can only giggle again, face pressed back into his chest like you might be able to hide from him there and like that he's a goner. He's pretty sure you've dug his heart out from his chest and popped it into your pocket.

His hands, so fucking large one of them could cover your face, tilt your head back gently and away from his chest until you're looking at him again, meeting his baby blues as he smiles down at you all soft and gentle, "Tomorrow, 6pm, I'll pick up, okay?"

"Okay..."

He can't really resist it, the last kiss he presses to your lips, short, sweet but no less delightful than every taste of your lips he's had tonight. "G'night, baby."

"Night, Clay..."

He watches you unlock your door, waits until you wave goodnight, until you're inside, door closed and he hears the distinctive click and turn of the lock before he all but skips down the steps of your porch.

He's practically dancing to his car cause fuck, that's his future wife right there and he's determined to make you his by the end of the month.

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idk if u take requests but like... jealous lulu?? i need this in my life pls

I made it smutty AF hope that's okay lol

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“Do you want another drink, baby?” your boyfriend, Luigi asked you, his hand around your waist and mouth touching your ear so you could hear him through the loud music at the bar.

“Yes, please - just another vodka cran would be amazing.” You turned your head to give him a quick kiss.

“Be right back, okay?” he smiles and gives your ass a small slap, walking over to the bar.

You turn back to your friends but they must have gone to the bathroom. You wait at your cocktail table alone, but not for long. A man comes up to you, beginning to flirt with you and asking you questions about what you do, what you like, etc.

“I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend who I’m very happy with.”

“Bet he doesn’t treat you as good as I would,” he says, moving towards you and putting his hand on your ass, causing you to back away.

“You have two seconds to get the hell out of this bar before I kick your ass.” You realize that Luigi has returned with your drink. The man removes his hand from you, exchanging a couple of remarks with your boyfriend, before leaving.

“Sorry that happened, baby. Finish that and let’s get out of here, okay?” he leans down to talk into your ear.

For the rest of the time you spend at the bar, Luigi becomes extra protective of you, not leaving your side, always touching you, and asking if you’re okay about once every thirty seconds. His tone is serious and his voice is deep.The alcohol is taking effect and you’re just fine with it, even turned on by it.

On the Uber ride home, Luigi holds your hand, but seems tense. The closer you get to your place, the farther up your thigh your and Luigi’s hands go.

“I’m gonna change, take my makeup off, and go to bed, okay?” you whisper to him as you arrive.

“Yeah, bed sounds great.”

Once you reach your bedroom, before you can go to the bathroom, Luigi grabs you.

“Y/N, you know I don’t like getting jealous, but I couldn’t help it when that creep was talking to you tonight.” he says in a deep, almost groaning voice. His hand goes to your waist and brings you close to him. You can feel tightness in his pants.

You wrap your hands around your boyfriend’s neck. “Lu, you know you’re my one and only. Nobody would make me turn my head. I love you and you’re stuck with me as long as you want, okay?” you smiled at him.

But he wasn’t in that kind of mood. As you leaned in to give him a peck, he crashed your lips together, going into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. You explored each other’s mouths, ripping off one another’s clothes while you came up for air. Your hands were all over each other, and your kisses swallowed your loud moans.

“On your knees, baby - now.” You knew you were in for some mind blowing sex whenever he got this dominant. You sank to your knees, eyes remaining locked with his. He removed his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free.

“Suck me off, baby. Show me what that mouth can do, okay?”

You pump him in your hand for a couple of strokes, licking his veins and playing with his tip and precum.

“I said suck, baby, not tease. You know I cum fast when you do that.”

You let out a flirty, moaning laugh, before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, causing him to gasp.

“God, baby, that mouth is gonna be the death of m- fuck,” he moans, closing his eyes.

You continue blowing him while he has his hands in your hair, occasionally sucking his balls and teasing his tip, which made him drop a series of expletives every time. You look up at him while you suck him off, driving him crazy.

“Those eyes, baby, ugh, I’m gonna cum seeing you on your knees and looking up at me like this while you suck my cock. Yeah, you like having this cock in your mouth?”

You suck him more intensely and passionately, moaning every time you take him. He begins to thrust his cock into your throat.

“Gonna come for you, baby, you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” he struggles between moans.

You moan to acknowledge him, which also causes his release. He brings your head to the base of his cock, grunting while his cum spills down your throat.

He brings his thumb to your chin, the rest of his hand helping to tilt it upwards.

“Show me.”

You open your mouth, still staring into his eyes innocently, showing him that you’ve taken all of his seed.

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.” He brings his hand out to help you up before holding your face and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much, okay?” he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Get on the bed, baby,” he whispers.

You follow his directions, putting your head on the pillow. He climbs on top of you, kissing you some more while his hands explore the upper half of your body.

“Lu,” you moan, “need you.”

“I know, baby, I just want to worship every part of you. But what my good girl wants, she gets,” he comes up for another kiss.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says, breaking away and bringing himself to your core.

With that, he wraps his arms around each of your thighs and licks your folds, making you moan. He looks up at you to gauge how good his tongue is making you feel.

“Mmm, love my baby’s pussy so much. You taste so good, dolcezza.”

He takes his right hand to insert 2 fingers into your hole, causing you to clench immediately.

“Gonna cum, baby? Could anyone else make you feel this good, yeah? That fucking douchebag?” while his fingers curl in your cunt, his mouth continues working on your clit.

“N-n-no” is all you can get out. Your moans become louder and stronger.

“Please let me come, Lu, baby, please.” you say, holding onto his curls.

“Go ahead, baby, cum on my mouth, wanna taste my baby girl’s cum.”

With that, you release onto his mouth, making him moan too. He laps up all of your juices before coming back up to your level.

“Mine. All mine.” he says with a smile. You take your index finger to wrap around his chain, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Can you please fuck me now, Lu? Need your cock inside me, need you to fill me up with your cock and cum.”

“Of course, baby. Been waiting to do this all night. You look so hot, had me hard for you all night, just thinking about fucking you the whole time.” 

He lines himself up to your entrance, sliding in slowly, causing both of you to moan while looking into each other’s eyes.

After allowing you to adjust for a few seconds, he begins thrusting in and out at a fast pace. He leans down to connect your foreheads

“You’re mine baby. Fucking mine.”

“I’m all yours, Lu. Only yours.” you tell him with your hands on the sides of his face.

Hearing this made Luigi quicken his thrusts even more. You can tell that he’ll cum soon. He takes your legs from wrapping around his hips and brings them as far back as they’ll go. The new angle has you a moaning mess on the edge of orgasm.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, gazing into your soul.

“Yours” you moan.

“Say my fucking name, baby.” he replies in a deep, serious voice.

“Yours Luigi, This pussy belongs to you. Nobody could ever fuck me as good as you do.”

He lets out a noise that you can only describe as animalistic, before his thrusts get sloppy.

“Cum with me baby, okay? Love making my pretty girl cum on this cock.”

You unravel beneath him, moaning and gasping, which triggers his own release. He thrusts into you a few more times, pushing his cum up into your cunt, before laying down beside you and bringing you into his chest.

“You’re mine, baby. Can’t live without you. I love you so much.” he takes your hand and kisses it before interlocking your fingers.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply.

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Wedding bells

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The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bridal suite. A sea of ivory tulle and delicate lace surrounded you as you sat before the mirror, heart pounding in your chest. It was your wedding day—the day you had dreamed of, planned for, obsessed over to the very last detail. Yet, instead of excitement, all you felt was an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The makeup artist dabbed at your lips with a final stroke of soft pink, stepping back to admire her work. "You look stunning," she said warmly, but her words barely registered. Your mind was spinning with thoughts of the seating arrangements, the flowers, the music. What if something went wrong? What if the guests didn’t enjoy themselves? What if the cake toppled over before you even got a chance to cut it?

A gentle knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and your bridesmaid, Anna, rushed to open it. She gasped, spinning toward you. "It's Toto!"

Your eyes widened in panic. "He can't be here! We're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony!"

But before Anna could protest, the tall, commanding figure of your fiancé stepped into the room, his dark eyes locked onto yours. Toto Wolff, ever the composed and confident man, stood in his perfectly tailored suit, his expression unreadable for a moment—until it softened into something achingly tender.

"Toto!" you hissed, scrambling to cover yourself with the sheer robe draped over your wedding gown. "You’re breaking the rules!"

He ignored your protests, closing the door behind him and striding toward you. Anna wisely excused herself, leaving you alone with the man who, in a matter of hours, would be your husband.

Toto reached out, taking your hands in his, his touch grounding you instantly. "Liebling," he murmured, his Austrian accent wrapping around the endearment like silk. "I had to see you."

Your breath hitched as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin. "You look breathtaking."

Your earlier worries melted, if only for a moment. "Toto, you’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony. It's bad luck."

His lips quirked into that knowing smile of his. "We make our own luck, schatz. And right now, you look like you need to breathe."

A lump formed in your throat, the weight of the day pressing down on you again. "I just... I want everything to be perfect."

Toto sighed, shaking his head before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Perfect?" he echoed. "Liebe, the only thing that matters today is that we love each other. Everything else is just noise. If the flowers aren’t right, if the music is off-key, if the entire world falls apart—none of it changes the fact that by the end of today, you’ll be my wife. That’s all that matters."

His words settled over you like a balm, soothing the storm in your mind. "But what if something goes wrong?"

He chuckled, his hands slipping down to your waist as he pulled you closer. "Then we laugh, and we dance, and we celebrate anyway. Because today is about us, not perfection."

Tears pricked your eyes, and you let out a shaky breath. "How do you always know exactly what to say?"

His lips brushed over yours, a whisper of a kiss that sent shivers down your spine. "Because I know you. And I know that you have the biggest heart, the most beautiful soul. And you are mine."

A tear slipped free, but Toto caught it with his thumb, his smile never faltering. "No more worrying, ja? Just enjoy today."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love. "Ja."

His eyes sparkled at your response, and he kissed you again, longer this time, as if he wanted to steal this moment for just the two of you before the world swept you away in the whirlwind of the wedding.

A knock at the door interrupted the intimate bubble you had created. "We need the bride! It’s time!"

Toto sighed, resting his forehead against yours for one last moment. "I’ll be waiting for you at the altar, schatz."

You let out a soft laugh, the nerves that had gripped you earlier now nothing but a distant memory. "I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else."

With one final kiss to your forehead, he stepped back, his eyes lingering on you as he made his way to the door. He hesitated, giving you one last smile before disappearing down the hallway.

You exhaled, a newfound sense of calm settling over you. Because Toto was right. At the end of the day, none of the small details mattered. The only thing that truly mattered was the love you shared, and the future you were about to begin together.

And that was more perfect than anything you could have planned.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Marriage Problems Chapter 2

Summary: They’ve been married for 19 years, their 20th anniversary coming up soon.  Older, busier, and stuck on the repeat of their daily lives, Y/N and Bucky are struggling.  Their marriage is good, but feeling rocky the last few years as they’ve settled into this stage of their lives.  Can they get their spark back?  Or is it better to do the unthinkable, and move on without each other?

Warnings:  language, forced kiss, eventual smut

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Bucky rushed home after work that day.  The presentation had gone well, securing his bonus, but had run over the time he’d originally planned.  He had texted Y/N, but never got a response.  He got home as fast as he could, walking into the kitchen to find it empty.  Fuck, missed dinner, he thought, chastising himself as he unloaded his things and cleaned them.  He walked toward the sound of the kids’ voices in the front room.  They were all spread out on the floor doing homework, spouting off endless questions to Y/N, who was trying her best to help them while also mediating between Winnie and Becca, which seemed like a constant these days.

“Mama she won’t stop brushing her eraser shavings on my paper!” Winnie whined, trying to shove the eraser bits back toward Becca.

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying,” Becca whined back.  “Not everything I do is to spite you.  Maybe if you wouldn’t sit so close to me they wouldn’t land on your stuff!”

“Guys, please,” Y/N sighed, rubbing her eyes.

“Hello my loves,” Bucky called out, trying to distract them.

The kids all looked up at him with smiles on their faces, quickly getting up and giving him hugs and greetings before sitting back down.  Bucky moved over and around them to Y/N, kneeling down next to her.  She gave him a small smile in greeting.  “How did your presentation go?” she asked quietly.

“We got it,” he replied, smiling at her.  

“Congratulations,” Y/N’s smile widened.

It was one of the few real smiles he’d gotten from her in a while, and it made his heart soar.  Before he could say anything else the girls were bickering again, and James started firing off questions.

“Quit with the eraser!  Geez, do you just not get it so you keep having to restart?  How stupid can you be?”

“Mama, did you sign that form for the field trip yet?”

“I’m not the stupid one, you are!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“And I have that bake sale coming up, did you sign up for cupcakes?  Or muffins?  Your cookies last year were good.  Oh and my soccer uniform is all grassy, did you wash it yet?”

Y/N shut her eyes tight, trying to breath through the mounting noise.

“Guys,” Bucky said in a warning tone.

“Dad she’s being so annoying.  Why can’t you just leave me alone?  This is why you don’t have any friends.”

“I have plenty of friends.  You wouldn’t know anything about that because all the friends you have are just guys trying to date you.  How does it feel knowing that they don’t actually care about you, just what they can get from you?”

“At least I can get a date.”

“Mama, what does she mean what they can get from her?”

“OH MY GOD SHUT UP!” Y/N screamed, standing up fast and pushing away from them all, covering her ears.  “SHUT UP!  ALL OF YOU!  JESUS CHRIST!”  They all froze, staring at her in shock.  “No, James, I haven’t done any of that yet.  It will get done eventually.  As for you two,” she pointed at the girls.  “I know you’re both in a very weird stage of teen years right now, but if I hear one more mean thing said between the two of you I will ground you both for the rest of the school year, do you hear me?”  They both nodded quickly.  “I cannot stand this anymore.  This constant bickering, the noise, the incessant leaning on me for every little thing.  I’m so sick of the same thing day in and day out!  I’m done!”

Bucky stared at her in shock.  She had yelled at the kids before during rough moments, but this was different.  Y/N looked at them all with a deep look of disgust.  “I love you all very much.  But this is absolutely ridiculous, and I will not put up with it anymore.  I deserve better than this endless, repetitive, tedious bullshit!  Don’t I?”  Bucky stood up and walked over to her.  She had started crying as she spoke, and as he cupped her face in his hands she looked up at him, her eyes pleading and exhausted.  “Don’t I?” she cried.

“Yes, you do,” Bucky whispered, nodding as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against her forehead.  “Just breathe, pretty mama.  Breathe.”

Y/N sputtered, her hands in fists at her sides as she closed her eyes.  She let herself relax against him for a moment, but just as suddenly as it started she shook her head again and pulled out of his grasp, sniffing hard.  “I…I’m fine, I just–” she glanced at them all, her face twisting into a look of horror.  “I’m sorry,” she gasped, then turned and ran up the stairs.

Bucky watched her run, sighing when he heard their bedroom door shut loudly.  He turned to look at the kids, each of them with a look of shock and sadness on their faces.  “It’s gonna be okay, guys,” he said quietly, sitting down on the floor with them again.  “Mama just needs some time.  But she’s right,” he said, looking down at his hands then at Becca.  “Becca, if what Winnie’s saying is true, you need to find better friends.  Boys, especially at this age, aren’t worth it.”  She frowned and looked down.  “Winnie, you need to let Becca have her time away from you.  Just because you’re both close in age and go to the same school doesn’t mean you’re both the same.  She is her own person, and you are your own person.  Does that make sense?”  Winnie’s lips tightened, but she nodded.  “James, I know you mean well, but asking a lot of questions all at once is very overwhelming for Mama, and as much as she is willing to help you, she needs a breather just like everyone else.  Got it?”  James nodded sadly.  “As for all three of you, you’re old enough now, and your mom and I have taught you enough by now, to be able to handle yourselves more.  That means from now on you’re responsible for knowing your schedules, taking care of yourselves with your personal hygiene, cleaning up after yourselves, and as of now you’ll be responsible for getting your lunches for school ready, preparing your own breakfasts, and making sure you’re out the door on time for the bus.  Also, laundry,” he said, glancing at James for emphasis.  “Your clothes, your problem.  Do you all understand?”

They all nodded solemnly.  “Good.  We are going to have to work together to take the brunt of the work off of Mama.  She’s done too much for all of us for too long.  Which makes her an amazing mother and wife–” he stopped, nearly getting choked up on his words, before quickly clearing his throat.  “But it’s too much for just one person to handle.  We are a family, and family loves and supports each other, right?”  They all nodded again.  “Okay.  Are you all done with your homework enough for tomorrow?”  

“Yes,” they all said in unison.

“Great.  Then go get ready for bed,” Bucky said.  “Good night, my spawn.”

They all giggled and gave him goodnight farewells and hugs, gathering their things and putting them away before trudging up the stairs to get ready for bed.  Bucky sighed as he stood up again, stretching before looking around the main floor of the house.  It was mostly pretty clean, so he got to work cleaning up the last few little messes and things he could see that needed to be done, then ate the leftovers from dinner.  

When he was finished the kids had all settled down in bed, and he tucked them each in before heading to his bedroom.  Bucky hesitated at the door, unsure of how to broach what had happened.  He knocked lightly, waiting to hear anything, but after a moment of silence he slowly opened the door.  He peered in and found Y/N already in bed, her soft snores the only sound in the room.  Bucky walked in and closed the door quietly, walking over to her side of the bed and kneeling down.  She was already in her pajamas, and judging from her makeup free face and the puffiness of her eyes, she had cried as she got ready for bed and up until she fell asleep.  Bucky’s heart broke for her.  He and the kids had been leaning on her for everything for so long.  They had taken advantage of her.  She had been suffering silently because she felt like she could only depend on herself to get things done.  He reached up and gently wiped away the last bits of tears that were still wet on her face, then leaned forward and kissed her nose.  “I’m so sorry, pretty mama,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.  “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.  I love you.”  

Y/N squirmed a little in her sleep at his touch, but didn’t wake, letting out a short hum as she readjusted herself.  Bucky smiled at her, fixing the blanket around her and tucking her in before getting ready for bed.

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[telluriannovice]

Day 2: Hand Kiss

Danny glared at Vlad like he was trying to see through his skin. He'd been acting weird all day. First, Vlad took the day off work, which is fine, he's an adult and everyone needs time off. Then, he offered to take Danny to the park, the one with a playground, a skate park, and an open field. And then Vlad just so happened to have brought a picnic basket that had Danny's favorite sandwich (a BLT without the T) and Danny's favorite cookies. Then he just decided to "swing by" the arcade, that somehow didn't have any people in it, and the two of them got to play whatever they wanted for as long as they wanted. And now, Vlad was leading them towards the Pier Carnival, and Danny had a feeling he was going to suggest they "swing by" that too.

"What's wrong, Danny? Something not to your liking?" Vlad asked and seemed actually worried.

"No, it's literally perfect." Danny said, glaring at him more.

"Then why the death stare?"

"Well, the last time you were this nice to me, my emotions were tied to the weather."

"So what? I can't take you on a nice date without it being suspect." He didn't actually sound convincing.

"I mean, yeah," Danny admitted. "This feels like one of your old schemes."

Vlad made a disgruntled sound then quickened his pace. "I thought something that felt more go with the flow would suit you better, but if not, then come on. We're going to go have a good time and things will continue to be perfect."

Vlad did lead them to the carnival and they did have a good time. Well, Danny did. His main problem with the supposed perfect date was... well, they didn't do anything Vlad liked. Vlad dates were fancy dinners and museums. He'd spend hours dressing Danny up like a doll to make sure his outfit was perfect, and then they'd go somewhere that would kick you out for wearing shorts or burping too loud. The best date Danny can remember them going on was right in the middle - a fancy fundraiser dinner at the observatory. Vlad got to talk snob with the other rich guests and Danny got to see the new museum wing before the rest of the public. Sure, it wasn't the fanciest of dinners and Danny had to wear an uncomfy suit, but they both got to have their fun and spend time with each other.

Danny was still trying to figure out what Vlad's game was, when he realized they were alone. It was past closing time, but not past the time a security person would have asked them to leave. Vlad took Danny out onto the pier, where they could see the sun setting in brilliant color.

"Perfect." Vlad hummed in satisfaction and quickly took Danny's hands in his. "Danny, my beloved little badger. I have loved you from the moment we met, and through every fight we had, and I will continue to love you till the end of time. So I ask..." He pulled a small box out of his jacket and fell to one knee. "Will you marry me?"

Danny blinked at him, his brain still trying to process what Vlad just said. He just, proposed? After an entire day of doing stuff Danny liked, and on a pier at sunset. Danny was taking too long to answer, he could feel it. The ring box in Vlad's hands started to shake and Danny knows Vlad doesn't do well on his knees.

He needed to say something. He needed to say anything. He needed to tell Vlad how much he appreciated their date and how much effort Vlad put into their relationship. "Yeah, sure."

No! Come on! "No, wait, sorry. I mean yes."

Vlad sighed in relief and stood back up, taking the ring from its box and putting it on Danny's hand. Vlad kissed over it gently, then down Danny's hand and threatened to kiss all the way up his arm. But Danny was able to divert his attention, cupping Vlad's cheek and pulling him into a proper kiss. And you know what? Fuck it! He pulled Vlad into a playful dip kiss, like they were ballroom dancing.

Eventually, they stopped kissing. Danny gave Vlad a scheming look. "Alright, when's your next day off?"

"We can't get married that quickly, little badger. Weddings take-"

"Not for the wedding!" Danny interrupted. "For my proposal!"

"You don't need to-"

"Mines going to be way better than yours."

"It's not a competition."

"Sounds like you're scared you'll lose." Danny joined when Vlad laughed, but it wasn't a joke. His proposal was going to be way better than Vlad's!

[grimeshound]

SNEAKING AROUND.

word count: 1,289

pairing: in-ho x you.

summary: you can’t seem to leave your father’s friend alone, thoughts of him filling your mind with nothing but sick fantasies. luckily for you, in-ho’s got you in his sights too, and he’s more than happy to make those thoughts come true.

cn: 18+, huge age gap (reader is 18+ and in-ho is 54), dbf!au, sneaking around, creampie, pervert in-ho

a/n: gosh ……… writing inho is like a drug to me, once i start i just cant stop

was gonna post this sooner but had to proofread, so let’s just say i waited to post this on inho’s bday ^_^ happy bday to this old geezer

—-

“I like your watch,” you said, smiling up at In-ho.

“This old thing?” he chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced down at it. “This watch is older than you are, sweetheart.” His tone was light, but the implication beneath his words sent a shiver through you.

You tilted your head, pretending to be surprised, your curiosity laced with something darker. “Oh, really? That old?”

He laughed softly, his gaze lingering on you a second longer than it should’ve. “Had it since I was in my twenties. Now…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a faint smirk tugging on his lips. “I’m fifty-four. You do the math.”

You did, and instead of feeling any discomfort, you felt the opposite—an attraction that made your stomach flip. God, this was so wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way he carried himself, the confidence, the way his voice dipped just slightly when he spoke to you—In-ho had you absolutely hooked.

Before you could respond, your dad called him over, pulling him back into the fold of conversation with the other men. You couldn’t hide the pout on your lips, the frustration at being left alone again.

In-ho noticed. Of course, he did. Before he moved to join the group, he leaned in close, his hand brushing against yours for the briefest moment. “I’ll be back soon, princess,” he whispered, his voice low enough for only you to hear. Then, before you could even process his words, he glanced around and placed a quick kiss on your lips, causing your breath to hitch.

Before you could even blink he slipped away, leaving you standing there, cheeks flushed and heart racing. You couldn’t help but giggle softly to yourself, already counting the seconds until he returned.

Amidst the crowd and bustle of your father’s work party, your attention kept wandering back to In-ho. The way his eyes followed you, dark and hungry left you feeling weak in the knees. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, the intensity in his gaze burned into your every move.

In-ho wasn’t subtle, either. Every chance he got, he let his hands find you—fingers brushing along your waist, sneaking lower to rest dangerously close to the round curve of your ass. His touch lingered, just enough to send shivers down your spine and leave you craving more.

And then there was the way he “accidentally” pressed himself against you as he squeezed past in the crowd. His body was firm, his touch purposeful, and it left you reeling. You couldn’t breathe, the heat in your core pooling unbearably, forcing you to excuse yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, desperate to find some sort of relief from the ache he had been building with every teasing touch, every searing look.

Naturally, In-ho had his sights on you the entire time. His sharp gaze tracked your hurried steps, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you disappear into the bathroom. He didn’t wait long before following, slipping inside and locking the door behind him.

It was all a blur after that. One moment, you were alone, and the next, his hands were hooked beneath your thighs, pulling you flush against him. Your mind went blank while his voice, low and dripping with filth—spilled against your ear. The words barely registered, lost to the sensation of him grinding behind you, each syllable a ghost of sin against your skin.

He had you like that for a while, before lifting you easily, pinning you against the cool tile wall as he snapped forward, filling you to the hilt in one rough thrust of his hips. You gasped at the intrusion, your head falling back against the wall as he wasted no time pounding you.

The sensation was overwhelming. His pace was relentless, each thrust hitting spots that had you dizzy, the world spinning around you. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he buried himself deeper into your heat. You bit down on your lip, desperate to stay quiet despite the overwhelming pleasure ripping through you.

“In-ho—! Feels so good—” you moaned breathlessly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

He groaned in response, his breath hot against your skin. The low, guttural sounds he made sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your cunt. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent like a man starved. “So sweet,” he murmured against your neck, his voice thick with lust. “This cunt was made to take my cock. So fucking good, baby.”

Your walls clenched around him as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and you couldn’t help the high-pitched whimper that escaped. Your nails dug into his sleeve as you fought to keep yourself steady, the heat pooling low in your belly threatening to consume you entirely. “Mmf—Daddy!” you cried out suddenly, the word slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Clearly, that did something to him. Because you felt his cock throb inside you, his rhythm faltering for a moment just for his hips to snap forward, even rougher than before. His breath came out in a low, almost ragged rasp as he processed what you’d just called him.

“Daddy, huh?” he teased, pulling back just enough to look at you. His dark eyes were blown wide, the usual cold stoicism replaced by something primal and unhinged. “That’s what gets my little angel off? Dirty girl,” he chuckled, the sound dripping with mockery and lust. “Does my sweet little girl get off on the thought of daddy taking care of her? Like getting fucked by someone old enough to be her father?”

The filthy words sent a shiver down your spine, your head falling back against the wall as a loud moan escaped you. His hand darted up, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze again.

“Answer me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, yes!” you cried, your voice trembling as he pounded into you harder, each thrust pulling another gasp from your lips.

“Yes, what?” he pressed, his grip on your hair tightening as his teeth grazed against your neck.

“Ah!—Love it, need daddy to take care of me,” you whined, your words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

A dark, satisfied grin spread across his face as he pressed a kiss to your temple. His hips slammed into you with renewed fervor, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “Takin’ daddy’s cock so well. Fuck—what would your father think if he saw you like this? His precious little girl, getting her needy pussy stretched out by his old friend.”

The thought alone had you unraveling, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm tore through you. Your entire body was trembling as he fucked you through it, the overstimulation sending shockwaves through your core.

In-ho wasn’t far behind, his thrusts turning sloppy and more erratic. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down onto him while he buried himself to the hilt, groaning loudly as he came.

By the time you rejoined the party, your cheeks still flushed and your legs weak, In-ho was already back in the crowd. He stood by your father, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened. Sharp eyes flicking to you for just a moment, a smirk tugging at his lips. the bastard. Acting like he hadn’t just fucked his friend’s daughter senseless in the bathroom, and acting like he doesn’t have her dirty panties tucked in the back pocket of his slacks to serve as his personal little trophy.

[valentine-cafe]

hi!! how have yall been!?

villain hubbies trying to make it up to reader after they had a nasty fight and accidentally said some nasty things

˖⁺. ﹙ multi monster villains  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . forgive me baby !! 🍒 :  villains ˖ monster character

your villanous husband attempts to apologise after an arguement in which he said some awful things. . . how does he go about it?

𖹭. ps : we've been great ! hope this is to your liking <3

﹙ Haoyu 9948v. ﹚. . . bloodshed of those you resent !! 🍓 : He was well aware of how mad he had made you.

A part of his twisted mind found great pleasure in it, however, at the same time he knew he could not return to the manor without making it up to you somehow. You were far too upset now. . . and he did value your affection, afterall.

So an idea popped into his head!

What better idea than to haunt those who have hurt you throughout your life. Each head making a loud thud against the floor, blood painting the walls and floorboards so beautifully. Oh you’d scream at the sight but to him the colour of crimson reminds him of his love for you.

Greedy hands snatch any and all belongings that would look stunning in your presence. Jewellery, your favourite kinds of cups, cutlery, clothes— anything.

His face met yours in the doorway to his abode. Smile bright and full of bliss as he trots inside with the mixed belongings in his hand.

“I know you’re still mad at me. . . but, I got you such precious items and surprises. Could we speak it out whilst you unpack my presents for you, baobei?”

꒰ phantom ˖ yandere character ꒱

 

﹙ Herrera husbands 209. ﹚. . . a tango of the ages !! 🍒 : arguments with you usually leave them quiet after. The both of them leaving you to your own devices for a while. They want to give you time and when they can see you want to talk it out, they approach.

Rishen is the first to murmur out a quiet apology after your own. Her thumbs settling on your cheeks to stroke across them gently.

“You know we never meant any of what we said, too, cariño.” She sighs, leaning her forehead against yours, while Jìngyí sways you both from side to side gently. Settling behind you.

“It was taken too far this time.” You whisper quietly in response to the apologies. To which they both agree.

“We know. . .” The doctor muffles into your shoulder, pressing a kiss to it before swinging you into dance together with his wife.

“But let us make it up to you, baobei. Would you have this dance with us for a while?”

“Only if you take me out for dinner after.” You chuckle, earning mutual sounds of amusement from the other two.

“Then that is a deal.”

꒰ snake monster ˖ mad doctor character ˖ mad scientist ˖ spider-mantis-moth character ˖ yandere characters ꒱

 

﹙ Hàoyu 1311. ﹚. . . manipulative charm !! 🍓 : darling would you listen to me?” your husband croons into your ear. Yet you push him off of your shoulder and huff. Getting away from the dinner table.

“Leave me be.” The grunt makes him tilt his head in dissappointment.

With a small sigh, he rolls his eyes and smiles softly. Following after you. Usually he values your privacy and your need to be alone. But he could clearly see you did not want to be left alone.

“We both know you don’t want me to leave you be, don’t lie.” He calls out, following you into your bedroom and leaning against the doorframe. Dioxazine gaze softened as it scans each and every little move you make.

“I want to be alone.” You insist, and look back at him. That beautiful tearstained face of yours. . . His sadistic urges make it incredibly difficult to not find the sight of you being hurt and upset a little bit adorable and endearing.

“Then let that be it.” He hums and shrugs, as if your emotions were nothing to him. You’ll come crawling back to him in no time.

And you do, gripping onto his arms as you let out quiet sobs for him not to go.

What perfect oppertunity to turn around and wrap his arms around you in tight apology.

“Let’s talk, baobei. . .” His words sneak into your ear with such ease. It doesn’t matter how many times you try to run from it. This man will always make you fold.

꒰ demon ˖ casino owner character ꒱

 

﹙ Alessio 1311. ﹚. . . sweet songs !! 🍒 : Your ears caught sound of the familiar strumming of guitar strings the second you stepped back into your shared apartment with your husbands.

Jìngyí had been the one to take you out with him after the argument you had with Alessio. The serpent man had only just arrived at the end of it, his milky white eyes catching sight of your tears spilling out your eyes were enough to whip you away and glare at the other man.

“Oh how precioussss.” Jìngyí sighs in slight sarcasm and makes his way towards the kitchen to put down the groceries you two got on your way home.

Almost instinctively, you walk into the bedroom to meet Alessio, his magenta eyes focused on the guitar strings. Long fingers work away at them to make melodies that could please the heavens.

“Alessio?” You mutter out. The call of your husband’s name immediately taking his eyes’ attention away from the instrument held delicately in his hands.

His lips are pulled into a slight frown. Gaze full of apology and regret that weighed heavy upon him, despite the hours that have gone by while you were out.

“Ah. . . Amor—” The bed creaks out in protest as he gets off of it and using it as a lean to support his guitar.

“I’m so sorry about earlier. . . Did fangyi and you have a good time?”

You look at him and then at the instrument, then back up.

“Were you making a song?” The sigh of amusement immediately made his attention direct back to the bed, his magenta eyes averting any contact yours attempted to make with them.

“You loooove meeeeeeee,” you start, only to be silenced when his hand claps over your mouth and he smiles.

“You wanna hear it?”

꒰ rockstar ˖ arsonist ˖ mecenary character ꒱

 

﹙ Jìngyí verseless. ﹚. . . little forget-me-nots !! 🍒 : And yet, the demon alchemist of the abhorration knew how to twist it into a potion of forgetting. With words of the argument whispered into the mix, so that the rest of your memories would be stored.

The argument never happened in the first place. His guilt was gnawing away at his demonic bones already that he had even argued with you in the first place.

So he mixed the small vial of liquid into your favourite drink and gave it to you.

Despite the huff of irritation you made as he handed you the cup. It all came down your throat. Sip by sip, you slowly began to forget why you had even felt angry. Until you didn’t even remember you’d been angry.

All you remembered was his loving gaze at you as you both shared a cup of tea. His smile and those devilish hands stroking at your knuckles.

“Tell me more about that costumer from earlier, an angel, you said?” He strikes up a new conversation.

“Right! That’s what I forgot to tell you. So this angel—”

꒰ demon ˖ necromancer ˖ alchemist ꒱

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lustful Wedding

Inspired by @cakerybakery Fake Dating/Sex Pollen

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No one goes to a wedding without a date. Not unless you're a child, someone desperate to find a hookup, or just a pathetic loser who can't get a date.

And Lucifer didn't want to be that loser. It was sad that he had no one to go with to Ozzie and Fizz's wedding but he didn't want to go alone.

But that's when he got the brainwave to ask Adam. Worst he can say is no.

Adam: A wedding?

Lucifer: Yeah, Ozzie the Sin of Lust is getting married and I was wondering if you would be my date.

Adam blinked and flushed a litte: Like a real date?

Lucifer: W-what? No, more like a fake date. Just so I'm not there alone.

Adam thought for a moment: What do I get out of this?

Lucifer brightened: As much of the wedding food as you can eat and a full 24 hours of not being in the hotel. You just have to be nice.

Adam: Sold.

That was easy, Lucifer thought he'd want more. But then again Adam had always been a simple man.

So they came up with the story of how they "got together". They would tell people, when asked that they started dating after having a romantic lunch together in Lucifer's garden.

Adam said that sounded very fucking gay and Lucifer argued that it didn't matter because it didn't happen.

The day of the wedding came, Lucifer and Adam were dressed up in nice suits. Adam could appreciate the colors of Lust, everything down here seemed amazing. And the dick ice sculpture was a nice touch in his opinion.

For being the Sin of Lust, Ozzie and Fizz's vows were beautiful, heartfelt, and full of love. With some raunchy lustful intentions thrown in of course.

At the reception, everyone was curious as to who the King of Hells new boyfriend was, so they quickly told them their story and people bought it like they do Ozzie's dildos.

Adam enjoyed all the food, he also played with some of it since a lot was dick and mouth shaped.

Adam: This is actually a great fucking wedding.

Lucifer: Yeah, I'm happy for Ozzie.

He did notice however, that some people were leaving early. Which was odd you'd think they would stay to the end.

Ozzie grabbed a microphone: Thank you all for coming to our wedding. Now comes the best and most thrilling part of a lust fueled wedding. The sex pollen induced orgy!

Adam nearly choked on his champagne: What!?

Lucifer: Oh no.....

Adam: Why didn't you tell me!?

Lucifer: I didn't know!

Sex Pollen can last for hours.

The golden powder was released into the air and floated down to all the party goers.

Adam: Run?

Lucifer: Run.

They ran for the door and tried to get out as fast as they could, only to end up getting covered in a thin layer of the pollen.

The warming feeling that crawled under their skin making them hot, blood flowed to their dicks making them in need of a release as they strained in their pants.

Adam: Fuuuuck

Lucifer frantically looked around and pulled Adam into a nearby supply closet, they weren't doing this in the damn hallway.

Overcome with lust, Adam and Lucifer locked eyes and knew what they had to do. Lucifer pulled Adam down into a kiss of tongue and teeth as they frantically ripped and shoved each other's clothes off and out of the way.

They moaned, their skin too hot and they need to feel better but kissing just wasn't enough.

Adam didn't know when he lost his pants, he didn't give a shit, his hands braced the wall as Lucifer fingered him open with his own spit.

Adam: Ahhh! Fuck! Get on with it!!

He has never been this fucking horny and needy in his entire fucking life. And to think they only got a little of that stuff on them.

Lucifer spit on his hand to slick his dick up, he needs this so fuckong badly it's going on 8 years since he's had sex.

He gripped Adam's hips firmly and plunged into him, fuck that felt a little better being in his tight warm heat. He didn't give him much time to adjust, the need to move was too great.

Adam: Ahh! Fucking fuck me!! ~

Lucifer: Shit!

He did what felt good and right, moving so fast and hard Lucifer couldn't dwell on how he was even moving like that.

Lucifer: Sooo, fucking good!!~

Adam: Ahhh!! YES!! FUCK YES!! OH FUCK!!~

Adam was screaming his throat raw but he didn't care, he needed that release, that orgasm and he was so close.

Lucifer was so close too and when they came it was a powerful one that made them weak in the knees. They sunk down to the floor together, but the need was still there and they were still hard.

So this time Adam had Lucifer lay down and he rode him like his fucking life depended on it.

Three hours and multiple orgasms later, they were finally spent and laying on the floor of the closet covered in sweat, jizz, and panting breathlessly.

Adam: Holy shit......

Lucifer: Yeah......

They didn't know how long they stayed there like that, but one thing was for certain.

They were SO raiding the buffet after this.

[macknus]

Febuwhump: Day One

Prompt: Vocal cords

TW: steamy kissing? Not really but just in case, non-con body modification, body modification, non-con vocal chord removal implied, obsessive love

“Dun, dun, reconnaissance mission, baum, baum, we’re sneaking around—”

Rogue tightened her hand on her dagger as they walked.

“Badum, dum, we’re spying on bad guys, bum, bum and we won’t get caught. Because we’re too damn skil—”

“Whumpee!” Rogue hissed, grabbing the youngest member of their team and slammed them against the nearest wall. Her eyes blazing as they stared into Whumpee’s wide eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop fucking singing on missions!”

Whumpee blinked, blushed and opened their mouth, but closed it again. They sagged under Rogue’s hand. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Well?” Leader asked when Rogue and Whumpee walked back into base. “What did you learn?”

“Supervillain recruited Fire Vigilante to her cause,” Rogue said.

Right hand paled. “What?”

Whumpee grinned, a lollipop hanging from their lips which they popped out to say, “you know, that girl who’s on fire! That girl who’s on fire-re-romf.”

Rogue slammed the lollipop back into Whumpee’s singing lips with a snarl. Leader blinked between the pair. They frowned and lifted their finger to point at the lollipop.

“Did you get them that to—”

“It was the only thing that would shut them the fuck up,” Rogue growled. “How about next time, you don’t send me on a stealth mission with someone who knows a song for every single fucking word in the dictionary.”

Whumpee glanced between the pair with wide eyes. “I don’t know a song with the word dictionary.”

Leader had to physically restrain Rogue from jumping at Whumpee who grinned like a cheshire cat. “Rogue, come on. You know you love me. You and me, me and you, the both of us together!”

“I swear to god, Whumpee, that will be the last lollipop I ever buy you if you don’t leave me alone for two days. That’s all I ask! Two days of silence, and no fucking singing!”

Whumpee paused, considering. “Deal. No singing for two days.”

Right hand nudged Medic who stood in the corner like a ghost. “I bet Whumpee can’t go twelve hours.”

Medic smiled, a cold thing. “I’ll take that bet.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to sing Bet on me, from high school musical, but restrained themselves. They could do this. They could not sing for 48 hours. It would be easy.

So easy.

Whumpee coughed as Rogue turned. Her spine stiffened. “What, Whumpee?”

“Does humming count?”

Rogue didn’t answer before she walked away. Whumpee blinked after her, eyes going to Leader. “Is that a yes or a no?”

*~*~*~*~*

Later, Leader found Rogue in her room, laying on her bed, texting on her phone. “Hey, you okay?”

Rogue slid her eyes to Leader. “Yeah. I’m fine. Whumpee just… they just get under my skin.”

“I know,” Leader said. “I’m sorry. I’ll put you on different assignments from now on.”

Rogue sat up a little. “You don’t have to—”

Leader smiled. “Please, let Whumpee and Right hand talk the ears off each other and leave the rest of us in peace for once.”

Rogue laughed. “Okay. Thank you Leader.”

Leader nodded. They glanced slyly at the phone. “Are you texting Lover?”

Rogue’s face went tulip red. She put a hand to her blushing cheek as if to hide it. “No,” she said a little too quickly. “That’s none of your business!” Leader laughed. Rogue threw a pillow at them which Leader caught and threw back.

“How long has it been now?”

“Almost a year.” Leader smiled.

“Have fun,” they said and were gone. Rogue smiled at the door, then back at her phone when she saw Lover had replied.

*~*~*~*~*

“Why isn’t Rogue coming?” Right Hand asked, folding their arms over their chest.

Leader smiled. “Because, she will be going out with Lover so it’s just the four of us for this mission.”

“What is love?! Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more,” Whumpee sang, and this time Rogue actually smiled and rolled her eyes instead of telling Whumpee to shut up.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, but couldn’t hide her smile very well.

*~*~*~*~*

Lover picked Rogue up from the base who was dressed in a flowing red gown, fancy enough for the dinner and the surprise that Lover had prepared afterwards for her. She thanked Medic for helping her with her hair and smiled at Leader as she left, waving back at her family, her team mates, as she let Lover lead her away.

Her newest member of her family.

Maybe.

If all went well.

Lover stopped outside the fanciest restaurant in the city. Rogue looked at him, eyes wide. Lover was rich, that was no shock to Rogue, he had taken after his father and worked in his father’s business. A legacy with a heart of gold. Truly unique.

“Lover…” she trailed off, unsure about the finery of this place. She was scared she would reveal herself to be too brutish, too muscled, too out for her depth, that it would be written all over her face and body.

Lover leaned over the gearbox and caught her chin between his fingers before pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “You deserve the best, Rogue,” he said kindly, his eyes shining. “You deserve better than the best, and I want to show you how much you mean to me tonight. Let me spoil you.”

Rogue blushed. She would have been happy with McDonald’s, but she nodded. Lover got out of the car and handed the keys to a valet before opening her door. Her phone buzzed in her bag but she ignored as she took his hand and followed him into the restaurant.

They laughed and drank and Rogue had to stifle a few moans of pleasure from how delicious the food was. Lover smiled his perfect smile over the table at Rogue and lifted his glass to her. “To many more years together, Rogue, you truly are something special. Probably the best person I’ve ever known.”

“Lover,” Rogue whispered bashful, hiding her face in her hands.

“You are so precious to me,” Lover whispered back. The love in his eyes was too much and too wonderful to be turned on her. “You are badass, and strong, and beautiful.”

“Lover,” she hissed, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone heard. Lover grabbed her hand across the table, the heat of his hand going straight to her heart and shortening her breath.

“I love you,” Lover said. “And I want to show you how much after we finish this bottle.”

Rogue’s entire face went red. Her mind went to all the things Lover meant by that, her mind going to his delightful bed and his lips. As if he could read her mind, Lover smirked at her over the rim of his glass.

They got the check and went back to Lover’s car.

Lover drove smoothly, passing through the city that Rogue loved with all of her heart. The city she would happily give her life to defend. But Lover drove past the turn to his apartment. Rogue glanced at him in question and he smiled.

“We’re going to the Manor house tonight,” he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.

Rogue smirked at him. “Is that where my surprise is?”

“Now that would be telling,” Lover told her with a grin. Rogue sat back against the seat and hummed.

“So mysterious,” she murmured with a smile on her face. She could barely contain her curiosity, her excitement at how secret Lover had kept this surprise from her. It made a knot in her stomach that pulsed and pounded pleasantly as they drove from the city to the outskirts.

Millionaire’s Row as Right Hand called it once. Rogue couldn’t help but agree as they pulled along the road. It wasn’t just manors, it was full estates with gates and grounds and long stretches of road between each estate. They didn’t pass one for ten minutes as Lover pulled into the one at the end of a road.

Rogue couldn’t hold in her gasp as they drove another five minutes and finally Lover’s “Manor house” came into view. “What the fuck?” She whispered as they drove up the tree lined avenue and rounded a fountain to park in front of the steps leading up to the— “this is a castle,” Rogue said. “Not a house.”

Lover chuckled. “If you say so.”

Lover was around the car and opening Rogue’s door before she could fully comprehend his speed, the wine making her warm and fuzzy and honest. She smiled at Lover as he leaned down and kissed her again.

“God you’re so beautiful in red,” he muttered against her lips. Then he took her hand and they were giggling up the steps, running up them like teenagers. The moment Lover opened the door Rogue pushed him in and slammed him against the wall, leaning up to slam her mouth against his, lipstick be damned.

Lover laughed, kissed her back just as desperate. Just as passionate. When Rogue trailed her hands down his chest Lover grabbed her wrists with a frustrated smile.

“No, we can’t. You have to let me show you your surprise before we continue to dessert,” he said, biting her lip as he kissed her.

Rogue smiled up at him. “Okay, fine. Quickly.”

“So impatient,” Lover chastised as he took her hand and led her through the double doors into the ballroom.

“Holy—”

“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow,” he said as he turned left and went out a door and a hall that led to a set of steps. Rogue halted them at the top of the stairs. Lover glanced back at her, eyes gleaming.

“What?”

“Downstairs, in these heels?” Rogue shook her head and started to undo the straps, slipping them off and leaving them at the top of the steps as she followed him down.

“Are you taking me to a dungeon?” She joked as he led her down and down and down. Lover chuckled.

“It’s the old wine and food storage. They had to dig down into the earth to keep everything cool before fridges.”

Rogue smile lazily. “Wow, history. So sexy.”

“And here we are,” Lover announced as the stairs opened up into an expansive stone chamber. It was cold down here, which made sense from what Lover said. Noticing her chill, Lover took his suit jacket off and slung it around Rogue’s shoulders. She bundled into the warmth as he left her side. “Ready?” He asked.

Rogue blinked into the darkness then hissed as bright lights burned her eyes. She raised a hand to stop the glare and waited for her eyes to adjust. She only let her senses wander then as her eyes adjusted, she could smell it; blood.

It curdled the pleasant knot in her stomach from the drive here.

She lowered her hand and gasped.

Sitting across the room, chained to the ground with thick metal cuffs sat Whumpee. Blood soaked their hair and stained almost every inch of them. Rogue fell back a step, horror painting her features, sobering her up quickly.

“Wh- whu- Whumpee?” She asked with a gasp and then she was running. She sprinted from the exit to Whumpee who was slumped against the wall. “Whumpee?! WHUMPEE?!”

What the hell? What… what was going on?! Is this? Is— “Hey, Whumpee,” Rogue sniffled, checking Whumpee’s pulse on their throat immediately. She sobbed as she felt their heart beat under her fingers.

Rogue took in Whumpee’s black, swollen eye and blood caked mouth and chin. Rogue couldn’t stop crying. “L-Lo-lover, we need— we need to call the police, oh god.”

Oh god.

Oh god. She was going to be sick. And Whumpee wasn’t responding.

Lover was by her side in a second, taking her face in his hands. She sobbed, not caring about her makeup running as Lover leaned into kiss her. She recoiled, eyes wide and wild.

“L-Lover… I need, w-we need—”

“They’re fine, Rogue,” Lover said, pressing a kiss to her temple instead. Rogue couldn’t stop shaking. She frowned at Lover.

“N-no, they’re— oh god the blood.”

“I already had them checked over by a doctor. They’re okay. They’re just healing.”

Rogue nodded. Then blinked, weary eyes going back to Lover. To see his happy, love filled gaze fixed on her. “Surprise,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing Rogue’s neck.

Rogue stiffened beneath his lips. It was as if he had dunked her into an ice bath. “W-w-what?”

Lover booped her nose as he pulled back. “This is your surprise, silly,” he cooed. “I know how much Whumpee’s singing and incessant talking got under your skin, so I fixed them.”

Rogue froze under Lover’s touch that only repulsed her. Lover pulled back again and lifted Whumpee’s head to expose the black stitches across Whumpee’s neck like— like fucking Frankenstein’s monster.

“What— what did you do?” Rogue whispered, hands reaching to Whumpee’s neck.

“I hired a doctor to remove their vocal cords. I know how much you love them, but they would be better if they couldn’t annoy you everyday, right?”

Rogue froze in terror. “That’s how much I love you, Rogue,” Lover whispered, his breath hitting off the shell of her ear that would have sent tingles down her spine five minutes ago. Now only filled her blood with lead. “I don’t want anything to inconvenience you. You deserve better than petty annoyances.”

Oh god… oh god… she… she had to— she had to… she had to call Leader, but she didn’t— she glanced at Lover who stared at her with that adoration in his gaze.

“I know it’s a shock,” he said, bringing her into his chest. She let him. “But I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Rogue couldn’t take her eyes off of Whumpee… Whumpee would never sing again, never speak again if she didn’t get them to a healer straight away… oh god.

Whumpee…

She had to be strong for Whumpee.

“I— love it,” she whispered because that’s all she could manage even if the words tasted like ash in her mouth. “I love it,” she repeated turning in Lover’s arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. His eyes widened in happiness.

“Yeah?”

“Of course I do,” she said and kissed him, though it felt like kissing a statue now. As if she was kissing a corpse with how repulsed she was by him, his lips, his touch his words. She pulled back and put on her best performance. “How about we finish this upstairs? It’s so cold down here.”

And there was probably better reception upstairs.

“Of course,” Lover murmured and with strong arms he lifted the pair of them, a hand hooked under her knees and across her shoulders, cradling into him. She let out a startled laugh that sounded rotten and hollow to her ears. Lover didn’t seem to hear.

She looked at Whumpee over her shoulder and vowed she would fix them. That she would make Lover pay.

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 3

~Spiderman kiss~

The call was simple - just a man stuck in his apartment who needed to be freed. But today was clearly not Buck's day. He volunteered to be the one to go straight up to the victim, but once the crane was up to the right height, Buck secured himself with ropes and started to descend, but a cracking sound was heard and the ropes stopped moving.

Buck tugged at the ropes and tried to fix the problem, but it only got worse: he got tangled in the ropes, hanging at a tremendous height, one of the ropes slipped out of his hands, wrapped around his legs, and Buck flipped violently in the air. Now he was hanging upside down by the windows of the building, trying to radio for help. 

“Tommy, stop!” - He heard Chim yell down below. - “We need a second lifter to get you to him!”

“I'll be faster myself!” - Buck hears the dear voice.

Not a few minutes pass before Tommy appears on the loggia between floors, right in front of him. Hanging upside down makes Buck a little dizzy, but he's so happy to see Tommy. 

“Not a day without an adventure, huh?” - Tommy jokes, a softness in his voice. Buck only smiles embarrassedly. 

“Come here,” Tommy pulls him to him, their faces coming into contact with each other. Tommy lifts his head slightly and touches Buck's lips with his lips. Buck's lips are unusually upturned, and Tommy smiles at the strange sensation in the kiss. 

“...Now how about you help me get free of this thing!?” - Buck says too agitatedly as they pull away from each other. Buck's cheeks have turned red and Tommy knows for sure it's not from hanging upside down. Shouts and hooting can be heard from below. Tommy knows their friends will never leave it alone. @bucktommyfluffebruary

Day 3 is done, and it was not an easy one! Hope you like it 💕

[forever-and-whats-left]

Babbling on About Phantom AUs I'll Never Finish

1. The Selkie AU

My darling, my favorite—the selkie AU. I never finished the concept because:

A. I can’t finish what I write for shit. B. The concept kept turning too dark for my liking.

I love Phantom AUs that don’t shy away from how awful Erik can be, but I hate when he’s, well... y’know. And selkie lore doesn’t help—nudity, literal kidnapping, borderline born sexy yesterday tropes. I love Christine too much to put her through that. So, for now, Selkie Christine remains strictly an aesthetic.

2. Multiverse Madness Bullshit

You have no idea the mashups that are possible. Most “multiverse” Phantom stories just focus on the Eriks meeting each other. But I want everyone to meet. I want absolute chaos. I want them to take turns brutally beating up Rat Erik.

There’s an actual plot behind this, so bear with me.

Christine, now in the modern day, is haunted by visions of her past lives. But instead of being wistful or romantic about it, she goes full Home Alone—booby traps, pepper spray, the works. Meanwhile, Erik is getting the same visions, but instead of spiraling, he’s actually... okay? Turns out, being kissed by the girl who redeems you—even in dreams—does wonders for your mental health. Therapy? Self-improvement? Erik is thriving. He even plans to leave Christine alone.

Until the dreams start affecting the real world.

I know it’s corny, but I don’t care. I’m freeeeee.

3. My Darkest AU: Christine’s Ghost

This one is bleak—Christine succeeds in ending her own life, leaving Erik haunted. I have two versions:

The really dark one: Erik suppresses his guilt, but Christine’s ghost won’t let him forget. She haunts him violently, forcing him to face what he’s done.

The (marginally) lighter one: Out of remorse, Erik gives Christine proper burial rites. Still tragic, but more about sorrow than outright horror.

ANYWAY! Comment your phantom AUs below! I really love fix-its or AUs more than any other genre of fic. Why? Because it allows me to experience the same story millions of times over.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Keep your grip on me

Tara Carpenter x Male Reader/Deadpool

Request - Tara Carpenter x male reader. reader is a Deadpool variant and is dating Tara in the final of Scream 6 when they’re in the Theater

Your girlfriend Tara knows that you are Deadpool. That night she found your suit in your closet and then Ghostface tried to kill her, but you saved her. You explained to her how you became Deadpool and she had so many questions.

You and Tara are out walking around while holding hands. You see a dog for sale poster on a pole and you grab the paper.

“That dog is ugly,” Tara said

“He is not ugly. Look at that cute face” You smiled

Tara can't believe you just called that dog cute.

“I would never pay eight hundred dollars for that ugly dog. His tongue is sticking out and has white hair,” Tara said.

“I am,” You said

“Where you are going to get eight hundred dollars?” Tara asked

“I don't know. Do you have eight hundred dollars?” You asked

“No,” Tara said

You fold the paper in half then put it in your jacket. Tara takes you to her apartment, instead of watching the movie you and Tara start making out on the couch. Her hand is on your cheek and you move closer towards her. Your hand is on her thigh but the moment gets ruined Sam walks into the apartment.

“You two are running out of oxygen,” Sam said

You and Tara moved away from each other.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” Tara asked

“I live here,” Sam said

“I told you i wanted to be alone with him,” Tara said

“Yeah, alone with me,” You said

“You have a strange boyfriend. I was with Danny but he had to help a coworker at his job” Sam said

“Why you didn't go?” You asked

“Are you serious?” Sam said

You take out your wallet and you give her cash

“It’s for the cab. So you can go help him, I’m sure he will need your help” You said

“You are an idiot,” Sam said.

You look at the screen…

“What? I just want to spend time alone with my beautiful girlfriend. I like Sam and she is my best friend but she won't admit it”

“I’m not going to leave,” Sam said

You put your arm around her shoulders.

“As my best friend, you are cramping my style,” You said

Sam moved away and she smacked your arm. Tara couldn't help to laugh but Sam didn't laugh.

“You are not my best friend,” Sam said

“Then why do we have matching sneakers and shirts?” You asked

“You are so annoying, Y/N,” Sam said

Sam goes to her bedroom and Tara laughs again.

“We both have the same band shirt on tonight,” You said

“Why do you think she is your best friend? I thought I was your best friend” Tara said

You wrap your arms around her and she does the same to you.

“Honey badger, because of her we met and you became my girlfriend. She knows that I'm her best friend but she is shy to say it. You are my number one” You smiled

“You are a dork, but you are mine” Tara smiled

You kiss her on the lips and she starts to kiss you back. You get a text and you start to read it

“Can we have a rain check?” You asked

You start to take off your shirt and then your jeans.

“Y/N” Tara sighed

“Sorry, honey badger a friend needs help,” You said

“Please stop killing people and why are you wearing your suit under your clothes” Tara said

“This is why. When they need me, I can leave fast” You said

You kiss her on the cheek then you put on your mask. Then you take out your guns from your backpack.

“Y/N!” Tara yelled

“Bye!” You yelled while running toward the door.

Tara rolled her eyes.

—-

You and Tara head to class and talk about ideas on how to get the money for the dog.

You and Tara have class together since you two arrived late, you can't sit next to her. Now, you have to sit behind her while she sits next to Ethan Landry and you don't like him. He is always trying to flirt with your girlfriend and you get bad vibes from him.

“Hey, Tara do you want to study together?” Ethan asked

Before she can answer, everyone hears your desk chair screech. You move closer toward them then they look at you.

“Hey, she has a study buddy, and it's me. Two is enough and there is no room for your dumb face” You said

“Y/N!” Tara yelled.

“I don't have a dumb face, asshole,” Ethan said

“Y/N and Ethan stop talking in my classroom!” the professor yelled

You and Ethan didn't say a word, now you are glaring at him. After class, you leave with Tara, and she is mad at you.

“Why are you mad at me?” You asked.

“Because you embarrassed me, Y/N!” Tara said angrily

“You shouldn't trust Ethan, I have a bad feeling about him. I don't want you around him” You said

“You are dramatic, Y/N. We have class with him and I can't avoid him” Tara said

“I don't want you alone with him. He isn't innocent and -”

“Shut up, Y/N! I’m tired of arguing with you about him. I’m going home, alone” Tara said

You and Tara did argue about him before. She doesn't believe that he wants to hurt her, and she thinks that you are dramatic and jealous.

“Tara,” You said

“Don’t come over tonight” Tara said.

She walks away and you don't follow her.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

You and Tara haven't spoken to each other in days. You hate it when you and Tara argue and then ignore each other for days. Your cell phone started to ring and it’s Tara.

“Hi, beautiful” You smiled

“Y/N, Help!” Tara yelled

“Baby, baby where are you?” You said

“I’m at the abandoned movie theater. Ghostface is trying to kill us,” Tara cried

“Hide right now. I’m going right now and I will take care of it” You said

The call ended. You rushed to put on your suit then you grabbed your Katanas and guns.

You rushed toward the abandoned theater on a bike. You run inside them Ghostface spots you then you take out your katanas.

“You are going down and I will have fun kicking your ass,” You said

“I’m going to kill you. You are so fucking annoying!” Ghostface yelled.

“Bring it bitch!!” You yelled angrily.

You and Ghostface run towards each other. You start to dodge his attacks then you kick him in the stomach and he falls to the ground, then you kick him in the face.

“Don't dirty my suit it's not laundry day tonight!” You said

“What the fuck!?” Ghostface said

He stands up fast then he stabs you in the stomach, you scream then he pushes the knife deep into your stomach. You grabbed his mask and pulled it off.

“It’s you!” You said in shock.

Ghostface is Ethan.

“I’m still going to kill you! Then I will kill Sam and Tara because of them my brother Richie is dead!” Ethan screamed

“You seriously need to get laid. Oh wait, that won't happen because I’m going to kill you” You laughed

“You are the one who is bleeding” Ethan smirked

You start to take out the knife from your stomach, and you are starting to heal. You are starting to laugh and he is confused as to why you are laughing.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Ethan asked

“Oh, you wanted me to die? Wait, give me a moment” You said

You pretend to die and be hurt, Ethan is confused.

“What the fuck” Ethan mumbled

“Oh, the pain” You dramatically said

He is distracted when you grab your katana before he can kill you, you slash off his head. You did a pose and his body fell to the ground.

“Stay away from my girlfriend… oh wait *laugh* you lost your head” You smiled

You grab his head and you start to look for Tara.

Tara comes out from hiding then she sees you. You and Tara run towards each other.

“Y/N is that blood on you?” Tara asked

“Yeah, I ran into trouble,” You said

“We don’t kill people we talked about this” Tara said

“Wait what? He was going to kill you” You said

You are still holding his head and she gasped.

“Y/N” Tara said

“Then I'm going to need some duct tape,” You said

“What are you tal…. Is that Ethan's head!?” Tara asked

“Yeah Well, you told me a little too late that we don’t kill people. We talked about this before” Tara said

“I will do anything to protect you even if I have to kill bad people,” You said

“We’re the good guys,” Tara said

“Yeah well, I'm known as the merc with a mouth and a big dick” You smirked

“I called you that,” Tara said

“Yes, honeybadger,” You said

“That's better, let's go,” Tara said

She walks away but doesn't see you kick Ethan’s head across the room.

“This sucks” You whined

Tara looked back into the room.

“You said something?” Tara asked

“No honeybadger,” You said

You start to follow Tara and help her look for Sam. Then you and Tara found Sam, but Sam was going to hug Tara you ran towards Sam first and then jumped on her. She is using all strength to hold you so she won't fall.

“Bestie, you are alive!” You cheerfully yelled

“Get off me, Y/N!” Sam yelled

You give her a tight hug then you jump off her. Tara started to giggle

“Are you okay?” Sam asked

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tara said

Sam hugged her little sister.

“I’m fine. She is mad that I killed Ethan the pussy. I was doing this to him-”

You started to show them how you fought Ethan.

“Why are you dating him?” Sam whispered

“He makes me happy and he is my idiot” Tara smiled

You leave with Sam and Tara, and Sam will let you stay the night. For dinner, you asked for a burrito once it arrived you started to take big bites.

“Do you even chew your food, Y/N?” Sam asked

“What? I'm hungry. Killing bad guys takes a lot of energy” You said with your mouth full of food

“You have to stop killing because I don't want to visit you in prison. And chew your food” Tara said

You rolled your eyes at them, you continued to take big bites.

Much later… Sam went to bed while you cuddled with your girlfriend in her bed. You are lying on your side facing her and she is lying on her back.

“Are you going to love me less, because I kill bad guys?” You said

She lies on her and touches your cheek and you kiss her hand.

“No, I won't love you less. We have been together for almost nine months, babe. Plus, you accepted my past when I told you what i had been through. I just don't want to lose you, I know you can heal but still” Tara said

“I will always come back to you, I don't care where you are. I will hurt anyone who tries to hurt you and Sam” You said

“I believe you,” Tara said

She kisses you on the lips and you start to kiss her back. She doesn't move her hand away from your cheek and she starts to smile at you.

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 25

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 700

Masterlist

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I took a deep breath, my sweaty hand resting on the door, my mind racing. I couldn’t think straight anymore.

I lowered my hand and unlatched the door. Now open, there was no one on the other side. She must have left. Relief and disappointment swirled together. As I began to close the door, I felt a sudden resistance that made me step back.

It was Lucy's hand. She pushed her way into the room, slammed the door shut, and rushed toward me. She pinned me against the wall and kissed me deeply.

"I thought you’d never open that damn door!" she murmured, her hand sliding under my robe.

She untied the belt, parting the fabric to reveal my nakedness. She took her time looking at me, head to toe, making me blush.

"Stunning," she whispered.

I let the robe fall to the floor as I moved toward the bed. In that moment, nothing else mattered. I wanted to kiss her, to explore her body with my hands and mouth. Quickly, I stripped her of her dress and lingerie. We were skin to skin, her breasts pressing against mine.

"Ona, I’ve wanted you so much. I’ve been thinking about this all day," she said, her voice heavy with desire.

She trailed kisses down my body—from my breasts, to my hardened nipples, to my stomach, and lower still, until she reached my most intimate place. She teased my clitoris, then pleasured me with her tongue. My body was ablaze, my breathing ragged, my moans growing louder until I finally climaxed. I trembled as she moved back up to kiss me.

Now it was my turn. My hand traveled down her body, exploring every curve until I reached her wetness. I began to stroke her gently, eliciting soft moans as I kissed and bit her neck eagerly. Then, I slipped my fingers inside her, slowly at first, then faster as her moans intensified. Our foreheads pressed together, our gazes locked. I couldn’t look away from her piercing blue eyes. I wanted to watch her come undone—and she did, in a shuddering wave.

Spent, our bodies lay entwined, and we fell asleep in each other's arms without a word. Words weren’t necessary.

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I woke at 5 a.m., my mouth dry, my head pounding lightly, my thoughts muddled. It was still dark outside. Lucy lay beside me, asleep. Lucy, Lyon, this hotel room. 

What had I done? I’d just cheated on Alessia for the first time in my life. The guilt hit me like a slap. I was ashamed of how weak I had been, of how easily I’d succumbed to Lucy’s advances. Tears welled in my eyes. I couldn’t breathe in that room anymore—I needed to leave, fast.

I dressed quickly and silently, careful not to wake Lucy. Grabbing my bag, I left the hotel. I just wanted to go home, to leave this cursed city by any means necessary. 

But it was 5 a.m., and there were no trains. It didn’t matter—I couldn’t wait. I called a taxi and negotiated the fare. We were 150 kilometers from my apartment . I would miss the morning presentation of our businesses to the CEOs, but it no longer mattered.

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An hour and a half later, I was home. I turned off my phone, knowing Lucy would try to contact me. I hadn’t left her a note, nothing. I needed to be alone to think. 

I spent the day on my couch, lost in thought, replaying the events, crying. I hated myself. I never imagined I’d cheat on Alessia. Yet the undeniable truth was glaring: that’s exactly what I had done. We had just decided to buy a house together, Alessia had given up her dream of moving to Canada for me—and I had betrayed her like this.

The doorbell rang at 7 p.m. I didn’t want to answer it. I didn’t want to know who it was. I stayed silent.

"Ona, open this door. I know you’re in there!"

It was Lucy.