#he walks down the aisle and suddenly he feels like he’s finally found home

[sycobyte]

he is SO smitten for durge, i’m sick. they make me so unwell /pos

(the fact gortash never stops making this face for basically the entirety of the coronation scene if durge is the Only one there)

[greengoblinswifey]

Temple— Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— they always say “your body is a temple” and boy is nicholas’ body a temple you love to climb and worship.

warnings— PURE SMUT. fingering, hand job, oral(m receiving), unprotected sex, mirror play, spit kink, praise kink, degrading kink, body worship, ass slapping, choking, creampie, daddy kink, breeding kink, cum eating, rough sex, aftercare, fluff.

a/n— ovulating and wrote this based on these pictures because he looks so good, ugh, i NEED him. (not prof read)

You were wandering the aisles of your favorite boutique, surrounded by the chatter of other shoppers. Just as you picked up a cute dress, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fished it out, expecting a simple text, but what you saw made your breath hitch and your pussy throb.

Nicholas had sent you a picture of himself shirtless, standing in his bathroom with the light cascading down his chiseled abs, his hair slightly damp and tousled and then one with the hat you gifted him on. He looked incredible, his physique had transformed since you first started dating for his new roles, becoming more defined and muscular, and it left you utterly speechless.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as heat pooled in your core. God, he looks good. You remembered when you first met him, he was charming and sweet, and you loved him just as he was then. But this new version of him? It ignited something deep within you. It was as if every sculpted muscle was begging for your attention, and all you could think about was how much you needed him inside you, pounding you.

The dress you were holding suddenly felt heavier as you clutched it tighter, trying to maintain your composure in the middle of the store. Your thighs clenched instinctively, and you could feel the flush creeping up your cheeks. How was it possible for someone to look that good? You found yourself blushing, desperately trying to focus on the price tags in front of you, but your mind was racing with thoughts of him.

You quickly typed back, your fingers trembling as you tried to keep it casual. “Wow, what are you trying to do to me?” You hit send, your heart racing with anticipation. He was always playful, but this felt different, this felt more personal, more intimate.

As you made your way to the cash register, you could still see him in your mind, his body the definition of perfection. You swiped his card without a second thought, the thrill of using his money adding to your excitement. If only he were here right now. You imagined him behind you, his hands resting on your hips, whispering sweet nothings as you paid.

Your thoughts swirled with desire, longing to feel his warmth against your skin, to wrap your arms around him and pull him in close. His body was a temple, you thought, it was a holy site you craved to explore.

With a final glance at the dress in your hands, you decided to head home, your mind set on what would happen once you got there. You needed him, and you could already envision the fire igniting between you two as soon as you walked through the door.

As you rushed through the front door, adrenaline surged through you. You barely took the time to drop your shopping bags before you heard the unmistakable sound of the shower turning off.

You quietly made your way down the hallway, the steam still lingering in the air, and as you approached the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of him stepping out, droplets of water glistening on his perfectly chiseled body. Nicholas looked like a god, one you craved to worship, his muscles taut and glistening under the dim light, every curve and contour accentuated.

You leaned against the doorframe, mesmerized, your breath catching in your throat. This was everything you’d imagined and more. He dried himself off with a towel, completely unaware of your presence, and for a moment, you relished the view, every single inch of him was a work of art.

But you were done watching. The heat radiating from your core was too strong to ignore, and all rational thoughts slipped away. Without a second thought, you slipped out of your clothes, leaving yourself bare and vulnerable in the dim light.

The chill of the air contrasted sharply with the heat building inside you, but it only fueled your desire further. You stepped into the bathroom, your heart pounding, and when he finally turned to face you, his eyes widened in surprise and hunger.

“Nicholas,” you breathed, your voice thick with need. You stepped closer, the space between you two disappearing as the urgency of the moment enveloped you.

“Hey baby— oh shit.”

His towel dropped to the floor, forgotten, and in that instant, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, raw, exposed, and yearning for each other.

“Oh god, I need you so bad,” you whined, your body pressed against his as you desperately kissed him all over his chest and tipped to meet his cheeks and lips.

Nicholas pulled you close, laughter in his eyes as he felt your warmth enveloping him. “What’s gotten into you, pretty baby?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You looked up at him, your heart racing as you felt the heat radiating off his body. “Look at you,” you replied, your voice breathless. “Walking around here looking like this, sending me pictures of you shirtless… God, what do you expect?”

With a mischievous smile, you moved behind him, admiring his tall, muscular frame in the mirror. You couldn’t help but caress his abs, fingers tracing the defined lines, marveling at the way his body felt under your touch. He threw his head back in pleasure, a low groan escaping his lips as your hands explored him.

The atmosphere shifted, the playful banter giving way to something more primal. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body responded to your every caress. His thick, long cock was painfully hard now , and you could sense the need in him building, mirroring your own.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking him gently as you both stared into the mirror. The sight was mesmerizing, his face contorting with pleasure, the way he fell apart under your touch, completely lost in the moment.

As you continued, you watched him unravel, utterly captivated by how hot he was, how perfectly he fit into your desires.

“Look at yourself daddy, I’m making you feel so good, you look so fucking sexy,” you panted, speeding up your movements.

You bit your lip as you felt him jump and throb in your hands, everything he did made you feral. Then, with a shudder and a low moan, you felt the warmth spill onto your hand, a testament to the electric connection between you two.

“Open your eyes,” you demanded. They fluttered open and he watched in the mirror as you sucked his cum from off your fingers before lifting them up to his lips making him taste what was left of himself. He hummed in content, the sound going straight to your pussy but you would deal with that problem soon.

“No,” you said, determination lacing your voice as you looked up at him. “I need to give you more. I want to show you just how much I appreciate you.”

Slowly, you sank to your knees, eyes locked onto his as you let your tongue glide over his chest, savoring the taste of his skin. You trailed your tongue down to his abs, worshipping every ridge and contour. “You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your voice low and sultry. “So sexy, Daddy.”

His breath hitched at your words, and you could see the effect you had on him, his body responding to your every move. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his cock again, feeling him harden beneath your touch.

“Look at how big you are,” you praised, your voice dripping with admiration. “So perfect in my hands.” You leaned closer, giving him a teasing lick, savoring the taste of him, and your eyes rolled back in pleasure at how good he tasted. “Mm, you taste amazing daddy.”

With that, you took him into your mouth, feeling him fill you completely. The sounds of his pleasure willed you on, and you began to move, sending him to the back of your throat, lost in the rhythm of worshipping him. “You taste so good,” you whispered between breaths, and Nicholas groaned, his hands tangling in your hair, urging you on.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “You’re fucking incredible.”

You continued, letting his praises wash over you, and as you felt him hold your head down and cum down your throat, it was like fireworks exploded around you. You savored the moment, knowing you had brought him to this point of ecstasy.

You couldn’t help but smile as you looked up at him, feeling bold. With your fingers, you gathered the rest of his release from his hard cock and brought it to your mouth. You took it in, savoring the taste, and smeared it and your saliva over his chiseled abs. You couldn’t resist the urge to lick it all off, your body shuddering with each stroke of your tongue.

“God, you’re fucking perfect, y’know that?” he said, watching you with a mix of awe and desire. “I appreciate that, baby. But now, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

He positioned you in front of him, hoisting one of your feet up onto the counter, giving him a better angle. “Open your mouth,” he commanded softly, and you complied eagerly, watching as he spat into your waiting mouth. You swallowed it happily, feeling the rush of satisfaction.

Nicholas trailed his finger down your body, stopping at your soaking wet pussy. As he slipped a finger inside you, you gasped, your body arching toward him instinctively. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he instructed, his voice thick with lust. “Look how beautiful you are.”

You glanced up, eyes locking with your reflection. The sight of you, flushed and breathless, sent a thrill through you. Nicholas’ finger worked expertly inside you, curling just right, and the pleasure began to build. “That’s it, baby. You’re so beautiful when you come apart like this,” he praised, his gaze never leaving your face as he watched you surrender to the waves of ecstasy. “Let me see you feel good.”

With each movement of his fingers, the pleasure surged higher, and you found yourself lost in the sensation. “Daddy,” your moans filling the room as you finally reached your release, trembling under his touch.

“That’s it, I’ve got you baby, daddy’s got you,” he cooed, rubbing your clit fast as your body jolted and slowly came down from your high.

Nicholas trailed kisses down your neck and across your shoulders, his lips warm against your skin. “Look in the mirror, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot against you. You obeyed, your heart racing as you met your own gaze, feeling every kiss ignite your desire.

With a sudden, playful movement, he bent you over the counter, a sharp smack landing on your ass. “You look so sexy like this,” he teased, watching you wiggle your backside against him. You grinned back at him, biting your lip. “You look like a Greek god,” you shot back, and he smirked, pride flashing in his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, holding your neck gently but firmly, bringing you back against his chest. You arched into him, feeling his hard cock tease against you as he slipped inside, filling you completely.

He began to pound into you roughly, his grip on your neck ensuring you were locked onto his gaze in the mirror. “Keep those eyes on me,” he commanded, and when you felt the urge to close them, he shook you slightly. “Look at yourself!”

“Daddy, you feel so good,” you gasped, feeling the pleasure building inside you.

“Tell me more,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how fucking hot I am.”

You nodded, breathless, “You’re so hot, so beautiful. I love your body, daddy. I love how you look as you pound into me.”

“Such a dirty slut,” he teased, reveling in the sight of you enjoying every second. He rubbed your clit, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through you. “Look at yourself being fucked.”

With a loud moan, you surrendered to the man behind, your release washing over you as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew.

Nicholas smirked, a glint in his eye. “I’m not done with you yet,” he declared, hoisting you up effortlessly, arms hooked under your legs. He turned you sideways, positioning you perfectly so you could watch him slam into you.

“Worship me,” he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly making you throb.

You felt a surge of excitement course through you, and you nodded, biting your lip as you gazed into his eyes. “You’re everything, Nicholas. So strong, so perfect,” you whispered, your heart racing at the power he held over you, “you’re so fucking beautiful, your body is a work of art.”

With each thrust, he drove deeper, filling you completely. “That’s it, baby. You know how to treat me right,” he growled, his tone playful yet commanding. “Show me how much you want me.”

You leaned forward, kissing him passionately, your hands roaming over his chiseled chest and arms. “I need you,” you breathed between kisses. “You feel so good. I can’t get enough daddy.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you cum again.”

You gasped as he hit that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Daddy!” you cried out, feeling yourself on the edge once more. “I’m so close!”

“Then let go for me,” he urged, his eyes locked on yours, watching as the ecstasy took over. “Worship your man, baby.”

With one final thrust, you felt the familiar rush of pleasure envelop you as you climaxed, a wave of satisfaction washing over you. “Nicholas!” you cried, and he groaned in response, losing himself in the moment as he held you close, his body trembling with the intensity of it all but still not releasing.

He didn’t let you go. Instead, he laid your body down on the counter just a little, your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pounded into you once more. The world flipped upside down as you caught your reflection in the mirror, his tall frame hovering above you. The sight of him, muscles glistening and face twisted in pleasure, made your head spin.

“Who’s your daddy?” he asked, his voice thick with desire, his hand firm around your neck, exerting just enough pressure to send shivers down your spine.

“You,” you gasped, barely able to catch your breath. “You look like a god, so so h-handsome.”

The feeling of being so close to him made you dizzy, and his relentless thrusts only intensified the sensation. “I’m gonna fill you up and breed you like a bitch,” he growled, and your body responded to his words, craving more.

“Please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you gasped for air, but the urgency in your tone said everything. “I want it. I want you. I want your cum inside me!”

He smirked, the heat of his breath against your skin sending another wave of pleasure through you. “Since you think I’m so perfect, we’re gonna make the most perfect little babies,” he teased, pounding harder, deeper. You could feel the tension building as he brought you closer to the edge once more.

With a final, powerful thrust, he filled you completely, each pulse of his hot cum sending waves of ecstasy coursing through both of you. You felt him tremble against you as he held your neck tightly, ensuring you were looking at yourselves in the mirror.

As the high faded, exhaustion washed over you. He scooped you up into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder like a baby, ironic, considering what just happened. He brought a towel to clean you up, laying you gently on the bed, his lips trailing soft kisses across your skin.

“You did so good, baby,” he murmured, pride evident in his voice. “You took me so well. I’m so proud of you. You’re so perfect, princess.”

You cuddled into him, tracing circles on his pecs as you kissed his chest, savoring the warmth and safety of his embrace. In that moment, everything felt right, the world outside forgotten as you enjoyed the afterglow of what you had just shared.

[sinkovia]

One more mission

John Price x Fem!Reader

Angst, mention of death, blood.

The conversation felt like an old record stuck on repeat, the same lines exchanged between you and Price time and time again. You'd been yearning for something more, for a future where you could finally settle down, retire from the life of constant action, and start a life together that didn't involve chasing enemies and dodging bullets. You wanted to get a cozy house in a peaceful place, walk down the aisle, and have a family.

But it was always "next year," "next time," "next mission" with Price. Every time you brought up the topic, he had a reason to delay, an operation to complete, or a hostage to save. The days turned into months, the months into years, and yet the future you'd envisioned seemed elusive.

You paced the room, your frustration palpable. "Price, we've been at this for years. It's always 'next year' or 'one more mission.' I want a life with you."

Price sighed. "Y/n, you know I want that too. But there's always another threat, another mission. I can't just walk away."

Tears welled in your eyes. "What if we don't get the chance? What if something happens to one of us before we get to live the life we've talked about?"

Price took a step closer, his voice gentler now. "I know, love, I know. We'll retire soon, I promise. We'll have that life, a family, a home. Just a little more time."

Your voice quivered with emotion. "How much more time? I need something more concrete than 'next year.'"

He took your hands in his, looking into your eyes with a mixture of love and remorse. "Let's finish this mission, just one more. After that, I promise, we'll retire. We'll find that house, get married, and start our family."

You nodded, reluctantly conceding to this one last mission. Deep down, you hoped Price would keep his promise this time, but you couldn't help feeling a nagging doubt about the future you both longed for.

In the darkness of the night you and Price were huddled behind cover, your breath visible in the cold night air. Your mission had been intense, and now, your priority was getting to the exfil. As you planned your next move, you suddenly caught a glint of light in the distance.

Without a second thought, your body moved on its own, propelled by pure instinct. You pushed him out of harm's way, his eyes widening as he stumbled backward. Time seemed to slow as the sniper's bullet found its mark, piercing your neck with brutal precision. Your body reacted to the agony, crumpling to the ground as blood spilled between your trembling fingers.

Price, wide-eyed and frantic, dragged you behind cover, his voice sounded distant, filled with desperation. As the seconds ticked by, your vision blurred, the world fading around you. You choke on your blood as you gasp for breath, your blood seeping through your fingers and staining Price's hands. Your fingers were trembling in Price's grasp as he tried his best to keep the blood from seeping out.

In your final moments, you met Price's eyes, and the regret in his gaze mirrored your own. It was a haunting realization, the truth that you both had been so close to that life you had begged him for. But in the end, it remained out of reach. You wished you could have told him one last time how much you loved him, but the words never left your lips as you took your last breath.

As you took your final breath, Price cradled your lifeless body in his arms, a sense of helplessness washing over him. All he could do was apologize and curse himself over and over, consumed by the realization that your death was a direct result of his stubbornness. He wished he had just listened to you, as you'd pleaded countless times to retire, to settle down and build a life together.

Perhaps by now, you could have been married, maybe you'd be sharing a peaceful dinner at home, and you both could have enjoyed a life without the constant danger of the field. All those times he'd put off retiring, all those moments he'd said, "Next year," now weighed heavily on him. It was too late for regrets now, and he knew that your death was entirely his fault. The opportunity for a peaceful life with you had slipped through his fingers.

[chunkzdeluluwife]

𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧- 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙯

You meet an attractive man on the bus 

warnings‼️: none, pure fluff

Yn was on her bus ride home, and in front of her was a man—a very attractive man. Yn was immediately lovestruck, as if Cupid had struck her right then and there, but the man was too busy on his phone to look back at her.

Chunkz, on the other hand, had his eyes glued to his phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media, not yet noticing the beautiful girl sitting behind him. The bus ride was quiet, but the tension was building between them.

Chunkz noticed the girl staring at him through his peripheral vision. He turned around and met her gaze with a polite smile, curious about why she'd been watching him.

Yn immediately looked away when they made eye contact, feeling her heart drop at his smile.

Chunkz chuckled to himself, amused by her reaction. He couldn't help but notice the way she looked away with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration.

Soon, the bus came to her stop. She debated whether or not to get off and exchange a few words or even ask for his name. But she ultimately got up to leave.

Chunkz observed her as she stood up and prepared to get off the bus. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as she began to leave. The opportunity to talk to her seemed to slip through his fingers.

As she stepped off the bus, the doors closed behind her, and she turned around to watch it leave.

She saw the man looking at her longingly through the window.

As Chunkz watched her leave, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. The girl who had been staring at him had suddenly disappeared. The bus pulled away, leaving Chunkz gazing out the window with a mix of curiosity and disappointment.

He decided he needed to talk to her or he'd regret it. As the bus started to drive off, he yelled, "Stop!"

The bus driver heard Chunkz's desperate plea and brought the bus to a stop.

The passengers looked around, wondering what the commotion was about.

Chunkz quickly made his way down the aisle, his heart racing with a mix of hope and anticipation.

As he reached the front of the bus, he looked out the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl who had captured his attention.

She was starting to walk away, and he ran off the bus to catch up with her.

Chunkz quickly exited the bus, his feet pounding against the pavement as he sprinted towards the girl. He called out to her, hoping she would stop and turn around.

Yn turned around with wide eyes, seeing the man she found very handsome running towards her.

Chunkz finally caught up to her, slightly out of breath from his sprint. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

"Hi, I'm Chunkz."

Yn's heart skipped a beat as she heard Chunkz introduce himself. She had been so captivated by his appearance from afar that she hadn't expected to actually meet him. "I'm Yn," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chunkz smiled at her shyness, finding it endearing. "It's nice to meet you, Yn," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I couldn't help but notice you on the bus."

She blushed. "Oh, really?"

Chunkz chuckled, her blushing face only adding to her charm. "Yeah, I couldn't take my eyes off you," he admitted, his gaze lingering on her face.

She giggled at his honesty. "Walk with me?"

Chunkz's heart skipped a beat as she asked him to walk with her. "I'd love to," he replied, falling into step beside her. "We seem to be going in the same direction anyway."

"Really? Then why didn't you get off when I got off the bus?"

Chunkz chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "To be honest, I was too caught up in my phone to notice you getting off," he admitted. "But once I saw you leave, I couldn't let the chance to talk to you slip away."

"Wow, you're very honest. I like that about you," she said, looking at him with a smile as they walked.

Chunkz's heart fluttered as she complimented his honesty. He returned her smile, feeling relieved that she appreciated his straightforward approach. "Thanks," he said. "I believe in being honest and upfront, especially when it comes to gorgeous girls like you."

"You jokester. Alright, where are you headed?" she laughed.

Chunkz chuckled at her response. "I'm serious," he said, feigning offense. "But to answer your question, I was just heading to the corner shop to grab a couple of things. What about you?"

"I'm on my way home."

"Oh, really? Mind if I walk you there?" Chunkz asked, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice.

"Yes, you may."

Three years later...

Yn and Chunkz are coming home from their honeymoon trip, taking the same bus ride to their now shared home. They are sitting in their seats, hand in hand, thinking of the nostalgia of the first day they met.

As they sat on the bus, hand in hand, they smiled at each other, both reminiscing about the day they met. They were grateful for the fateful encounter that had led them to where they were now.

Chunkz leaned in closer to Yn and whispered in her ear, "Hey, remember the first time we met on this bus?"

"I do, love at first sight, right?"

Chunkz chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it was definitely love at first sight for me," he said. "I couldn't take my eyes off you. Still can't."

Yn blushed at his comment.

"You even ran off the bus to come and talk to me."

Chunkz smiled, remembering the impulsive decision he made to run after her. "Well, what could I do? I had to talk to the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life," he said with a cheeky grin.

Soon, they reached their bus stop, and Yn got up to get off, but Chunkz stayed in his seat with a grin, like he was going to do something.

Yn got the idea, so she walked off the bus.

Chunkz watched as Yn stepped off the bus and began walking away, a mischievous smile on his face. He waited a few moments as the bus pulled away and yelled, "Stop!"

The bus came to an abrupt halt, the other passengers looking around in confusion. However, Chunkz didn't care about them, his attention solely on Yn.

Chunkz ran off the bus to meet up with her.

Chunkz sprinted down the path until he caught up with her again, breathing slightly heavily from the run. He chuckled as he walked up to her, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Hi, I'm Chunkz," he said, replaying the same moment from how they met.

"I'm Yn," she said, chuckling at the interaction.

Chunkz smiled, amused that they were repeating the same introduction from three years ago. "Nice to meet you again, Yn. Can I walk you home?"

"Yes, you may," she said, taking his hand in hers.

Chunkz took her hand in his, feeling the familiar sensation of her soft skin against his palm. They walked together, hand in hand, enjoying the simple bliss of each other's company.

They continued their walk, hand in hand, as they reminisced about their journey together. From their chance meeting on the bus to their marriage and honeymoon, it truly felt like they were living a love story straight out of a movie. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

[drewharrisonwriter]

One Day at a Time - Ch. 5: Late-Night Cravings

Pairings: Dave York x Female Reader

Series Summary: A man washed ashore, with no memory, and no name, finds a home and a life in the middle of nowhere.

Author's Notes: This story has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment to see the light of day. It wasn't until recently that I found the inspiration to finally finish the last two chapters, thanks to the incredible Keri @absurdthirst. Her story, "Washed Up," struck a chord with me—it had such a similar plot and concept to what I had in mind, and it reignited my passion to bring this piece to life. Keri's writing has been a constant source of solace and inspiration, and I'm endlessly grateful for her creativity and the way she crafts stories that speak to the soul. If you haven’t checked out her work, you absolutely should!

Warnings: Please be aware that this story contains elements of violence, explicit sexual content, and pregnancy. Additionally, there are medical inaccuracies throughout—because I don’t work in the medical field, so please take it all with a grain of salt. Enjoy the ride, and thank you for reading! 😊

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It was the third night in DC when you suddenly craved for something you would normally just crave when you’re nearing your period. You were lying in bed, Dave dozing peacefully beside you, when the sudden urge for something sweet and salty jolted you awake. You tried to ignore it, but after a few minutes of tossing and turning, you gave in.

“Dave,” you whispered, gently nudging him.

He grunted, blinking sleepily. “What’s up?”

“I need something from the store,” you admitted, feeling a little sheepish. 

“What? Now?”

You nodded eagerly. “I need it, and I can’t sleep.”

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up. “What do you need?”

You thought for a moment. “Ice cream… and maybe some chips.”

He chuckled, swinging his legs out of bed. “Well, let’s go then.”

The grocery store was quiet, the aisles nearly empty as you wandered through, scanning the shelves for your late-night snacks. You and Dave chatted softly, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a soft glow on the products lining the shelves.

“I still don’t get how you can eat chips and ice cream together,” Dave teased, reaching for a bag of kettle chips.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” you shot back, grinning as you grabbed a pint of your favorite ice cream.

As you made your way down another aisle, laughing quietly together, you barely noticed the woman who was slowly approaching from behind. She seemed to hesitate, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Dave, as if trying to place him.

“Dave?” she called out, her voice tentative but curious.

You both did not pay it any attention until the woman was standing beside you. 

You both froze for a moment as she looked at him and repeated the name, catching you both off guard. You exchanged a puzzled glance with Dave, who shrugged it off, assuming it was meant for someone else.

But the woman didn’t stop. She walked even closer, her expression one of disbelief as she reached out and placed a hand on Dave’s shoulder, getting in between you two. “Dave, is that really you?”

Dave looked down at the woman, a polite but confused smile on his face. “I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.”

The woman’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a gasp. “No… no, it’s you. I’d know you anywhere. Dave, it’s me—Carol.”

The name hit Dave like a sledgehammer, a wave of something dark and unplaceable washing over him. Anger, confusion, and a deep-seated sense of wrongness twisted in his gut as he stared at the woman, his brow furrowing. “I’m sorry, but I’m not Dave,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

But Carol shook her head, her eyes pleading as she stepped closer. “No, I’m your wife. You… you disappeared, and I thought… oh my God, I thought you were dead. We had a funeral–”

“Wife?” Dave’s voice was strained, the word feeling foreign and jagged in his mouth. His hands balled into fists at his sides, a cold fury rising within him that he couldn’t quite understand. “I don’t know you,” he said again, his tone sharp, almost desperate.

You watched the exchange with growing concern, your heart pounding in your chest. This was the moment you’d feared—the moment when the past would come crashing into the fragile life you’d built together. But as much as it terrified you, you knew you had to step in.

“Excuse me,” you said, stepping forward and gently placing a hand on Dave’s arm. “This is all very confusing, but maybe we should take a step back and talk about this calmly.”

Carol looked at you, her eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and suspicion. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice edged with accusation.

“I’m…” you hesitated, glancing at Dave before deciding to defuse the situation. “I’m a friend. Listen, this isn’t the place for this. Why don’t we meet tomorrow over dinner and talk about it? Here’s my card.” You reached into your bag and handed her a business card, your hand trembling slightly.

Dave looked at you, his eyes searching yours for guidance, for reassurance. “I don’t want to meet with her,” he muttered under his breath, the tension in his voice clear. “I don’t even know her.”

You squeezed his arm gently, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed both understanding and firmness. “I know,” you whispered back. “But it’s important...”

Carol took the card, her fingers brushing yours as she did. “Tomorrow,” she agreed, her voice shaky. “I’ll text you.”

You nodded, offering her a small, tight smile. “Tomorrow.”

As you turned to leave, you felt Dave’s anger simmering just beneath the surface. It wasn’t just confusion—it was something deeper, something raw and visceral that he couldn’t seem to control.

“I’ll go check out our stuff,” you said softly, giving Dave a moment to collect himself. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

He gave a curt nod, his jaw clenched as he turned back to Carol, who was watching him with a mixture of longing and disbelief. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but there was nothing more you could do at that moment.

As you walked toward the checkout, you tried to steady your breathing, to push down the rising tide of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm you. Passing by the pharmacy aisle, your hand hesitated for just a moment before you reached out and grabbed a pregnancy test, slipping it into your basket alongside the snacks.

You paid for your items and headed out to the car, your mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened and what it could mean for the future. The night air was cool against your skin as you waited in the car, your fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel.

When Dave finally joined you, slipping into the passenger seat with a tense sigh, you could feel the storm brewing between you. But for now, you both sat in silence, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air, the weight of what was to come pressing down on you both.

–

The drive back to the hotel was filled with a tense, uncomfortable silence. He stared out the window, his jaw clenched, his mind clearly racing. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on both of you, but neither of you spoke until you were back in the privacy of your hotel room.

The moment the door closed behind you, he turned to you, his expression a mix of frustration and fear. “I don’t want to meet her,” he said, his voice tight with tension. “This is all too much, too fast.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your own emotions in check. “I know it’s a lot, but if she really is who she says she is, then you have to meet with her. You owe it to yourself to find out the truth.”

He shook his head, pacing the length of the room. “But what if she really is my… my wife? What does that mean for us?”

You watched him, your heart aching at the fear and confusion in his eyes. “We don’t know anything for sure yet,” you said gently. “But you have to meet with her… You need to know who you really are, where you come from.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his expression pained. “And what if that means I have to leave the farm? Leave you?”

The sadness in his voice was almost too much to bear, but you forced yourself to stay strong for him. You offered him a small, sad smile, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. “If that’s what you need to do, then we’ll figure it out. But you can’t ignore this. Not if you want to move forward.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. “I don’t want to lose this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back, determined to stay strong. “And I don’t want to lose you either,” you said softly. “But we both know that you need to do this. You need to meet with her, hear what she has to say. And I’ll be right there with you,”

He looked down, his shoulders slumping as he let out a heavy sigh. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice laced with resignation. “Okay… we’ll meet her.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

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[imaginingaustin]

austin and me || part one

summary: you find out you're pregnant only a few months after yours and austin's wedding day. despite it being pretty soon, you are still over the moon.

"i know you're not feeling up for a workout, but would you want to meet for lunch somwhere afterwards?" austin asked you. he was getting ready to head to the gym, which was something that the two of you had done together pretty regularly in the time you'd been together.

"maybe. if i get to feeling better, i'd love to." you nodded, forcing a smile. you'd been feeling nauseous the past two days and really weren't up for anything at the moment.

"okay. well let me know." austin said, walking out of the closet. he walked over to the edge of the bed and kneeled down next to you. "i love you." he said softly, taking your hand in his, pressing his lip to the wedding band that newly adorned your left ring finger.

"i love you too." you said with a smile. you sat up and pressed a kiss to his lips, wishing him goodbye before he left.

after he'd been gone for a while, you started to get hungry. you made yourself something small, but it wasn't too long before you were in the bathroom throwing up. you dug around in the bathroom closet for something to settle your stomach when your eyes landed on an unopened box of tampons.

"oh shit." you huffed once the pieces clicked in your mind. that sure would explain the stomach aches.

you grabbed your purse and keys, walking to the drug store down the street from your house. you stood in the family planning aisle, staring at the numerous pregnancy tests that filled the shelves. it suddenly felt like your arms weighed two tons each. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do anything to lift them. you were lost in your own thoughts when a soft voice brought you back down to earth.

"you okay, sweetie?" the voice asked. you focused on the person next to you, the lady you recognized as the cashier, standing next to you. you forced a smile and nodded slightly. "not something you thought you were gonna be shopping for today, huh?" she asked.

"not even close." you sighed. you finally mustered the strength to grab a box from the shelf, staring down at the picture of the pregnant woman on the box.

"do you love him?" she asked.

"more than anything.” you said, smiling at her. “it just feels so soon. we've only been married a few months." you sighed. "but we've talked about having kids, and i know this is something we both want. i'm just a little nervous."

"i was nervous when i had my first baby, too. it's normal to feel nervous with your first. but once that baby is here, things change so quickly. you and your husband love each other, and getting to share that love with a little one will be more fulfilling that you know." she reassured. you smiled and thanked her for her kind words. she walked with you to the cash register to get you checked out.

you thanked her again and walked back home. you stood in the bathroom, staring at the box on the counter, before you finally opened it and took one out. you took the test and paced the bathroom while you awaited the results. your timer went off, and you took a deep breath before looking.

Pregnant.

"oh, my god." you said aloud. you took another one for safe measure, which was a positive result as well. you grabbed your phone to text austin, but immediately stopped yourself.

"no. this is something i need to tell him in person." you said, setting your phone back down on your nightstand. wanting to be just a bit cutesy, you found an old gift box in your closet, wrapping the pregnancy tests in some tissue and placing them inside.

“perfect." you said to yourself after tying the bow. you text austin and told him you were feeling a bit better, but weren't quite up to eating out. instead, you suggested having lunch together at home, to which austin agreed.

"i'm just glad to know you're feeling better." he replied.

"yeah. me too :)" you sent back. you began cooking while you waited for austin to return home. he returned about halfway through your cook time, so you ushered him upstairs to shower and change before he came back down and set the table. you'd hidden the box in the kitchen, so he wouldn't find it in the bedroom. you finished preparing your meal, and you sat down at the table with austin and began eating.

he told you about his workout, how his trainer had come up with a new regime to get him prepped for his upcoming project.

"im so unbelievably sore though. but i know once i go through it after a couple of days, i'll be used to it."

"definitely." you added, nodding in agreement.

"anyway, enough about me. i'm glad you're feeling better, what do you think it was? one of those 24 hour bugs?" he asked.

"i think it may last a bit longer than that." you thought to yourself. "i guess? i don't know. i tried to eat something earliet, but i threw up again as soon as it hit my stomach. i started feeling a bit better after that though." you shrugged, taking a sip of water. "speaking of which," you trailed off, getting up from the table.

"speaking of which? please don't tell me you got food poisoning from my cooking, i'll cry." he joked.

"no, not at all." you laughed. you grabbed the box from it's hiding spot, and instructed austin to close his eyes before you took it back to the table. you moved his plate and set the box down in front of him. "okay, open."

"what are you getting me presents for?" he asked, focusing on the gift box in front of him.

"just open it." you said. you stood next to him, watching nervously as he untied the bow and opened the box. you watched his hands as they rummaged through the tissue paper, unrolling the first pregnancy test.

"no way." he said quietly, he found the other one confirming his findings. "y/n?!" he turned to face you, tears on the brink of falling.

"you're gonna be a daddy." you said softly, your tears already falling.

"oh my god." he said quietly, looking down at the pregnancy tests in his hands. you could see the smile on his face widening as he fully took in the moment. suddenly, his arms were tight around your waist. "we're gonna have a baby." he said, voice muffled by your shirt. you giggled softly his lips met your stomach, him pressing kisses to every inch of your belly.

later that night, while you were getting ready for bed, you couldn't help but marvel at your stomach. you raised your shirt and placed your hands on either side of your belly button.

"hello, little one. mommy and daddy love you so much already." you said softly. you pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand and pressed it to your belly. you walked out of the bathroom and made your way over to the bed. you saw austin sitting up on his side, the pregnancy tests in his hands. you heard him sniffle, and as you got closer, you saw that he'd been crying. sad crying, though. not happy crying.

"baby? what's wrong?" you asked, climbing into bed, and moving next to him.

"nothing, it's stupid." he huffed, wiping his nose.

"it's not stupid if it's making you cry. talk to me, love." you said, rubbing his back. he took a deep breath before looking up at you.

"i feel guilty for being excited about this baby when my mom isn't here to be part of it." he said, his tears falling faster. "she loved kids so much, and i know she would've been so excited to have been given the opportunity to be a grandma." he stopped for a moment, but he knew he had more to say. he took a deep breath before speaking again, his tears continuing to stream. "and lisa marie. she became such a huge part of my life in just a short time. a huge part of our lives." he emphasized. the mention of lisa marie hit you like a ton of bricks.

you unfortunately never got the chance to meet lori, austin's mom. but you did meet lisa marie. austin's elvis journey was such a huge part of his life over the last three years, and you were with him every step of the way. the first time he met lisa marie, as well as priscilla, riley, an harper and finley, at the ceremony of them placing their hands at Grauman's Chinese theater, you were there. and you saw how much pride lisa marie had for austin, for finally protraying her father in what she thought was the right way. she became almost like a second mother to him, and they grew so close in the too short of time they had together. you knew how much her praise meant to austin, and her passing hit him harder than you could've ever imagined. he didn't tell you until the night she passed how integral she actually was to your engagement.

"she was the one who encouraged me to finally propose. she was an outsider to our relationship, but she saw how much you meant to me, and how supportive you were of me. it was no secret how hard this filming journey was for me, but you stuck by my side through it all. i told her that i wanted to marry you, but was too nervous that you were going to say no. but she said, and i quote, 'if you don't get off your ass and propose, then i'll do it for you.' the next day, i bought the ring, and proposed. and now she's not even gonna get to see the wedding." he said to you. you and him cracked open a new bottle of scotch that night, drinking your sorrows away. you laughed and cried, sharing stories of the few memories you each had with her, wishing there were more.

“both she and your mom will be there in spirit. they are both so proud of you, and they wouldn't miss it for the world." you said to him.

“oh, hon. i know it’s sad, but they wouldn’t want you to be upset. your mom and lisa marie are always watching over you and have taught you so many wonderful life lessons. in parenting and otherwise. you’re going to be a wonderful father, and our baby is going to love you.” you said, continuing to rub his back. he laid into your chest and you let him continue crying.

“im sorry, babe.” he said, sitting up and sniffling once more. he’d finally cried out all his tears and was coming back down to earth.

“you dont need to be sorry. it's an emotional time and you miss the people you love. you have so much love for the people in your life that sometimes it overflows, but that's okay." you said. he looked up at you with puffy eyes, and your heart broke. you hated seeing him this upset.

“i love you.” he said softly. he leaned against the headboard, patting your thigh. “so so much.”

“i love you.” you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. he pulled away and smiled at you.

“we’re having a baby.” he said softly, kissing you again.

“i know! and i know that as long as you’re their daddy, they’re gonna get more love than they’ll know what to do with.” you said with a smile. his eyes met yours before he kissed you again.

“i really am excited, i promise. i hope my crying isn't making you think i'm not excited about this.” he said, placing his hand on your stomach.

“no, i know you are. and i am too.” you said hugging him tight. “our baby is gonna be so pretty.”

“for sure.” he laughed. you finally wound down and the both of you fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[androgynousblackbox]

Venom learns what marriage is and after a while he understands that was one of the things Eddie missed the most after breaking up with Anne; the idea that he was finally going to tied the knot and be a zappy happy husband, see Anne on the white dress, use the black suit, the cake, just… he was so into the whole fantasy, he was so ready, so willing to try. He was always a loser, always kinda out of place, struggling to feel comfortable with others and don’t even understanding why. Yeah, people respected his work but that was it. Nobody to share a beer with, nobody that made him feel like he belonged.

But a wedding? That was so normal. That was the type of things many people dream about getting. One of the things that signal you are a respectable, functional adult human being that is part of society. Not to mention the promise of never being alone again sounded so nice too. Of course he was in love, and that was a big part of it, but it was also just… the idea. And that was now gone forever. He doesn’t even have the comfort of saying that it was a mistake, because know it wasn’t. Anne had every right to do what she did and he is glad she found someone so much better in every sense. Dan is a good guy. They deserve to be happy. It just suck so bad to know that if Anne put on the white dress, is not going to be with him.

Venom feels the sadness that sometimes hits for no reason at all. They could be watching a comedy, see a couple on the background and suddenly Eddie wants to change channel, insisting it just got boring and ignoring any attempt of Venom for questioning. So he explores inside his mind the next time to find the exact image that evoques and see it so clear: the ring, the wedding, the cake. The longing that never got satisfied. He doesn’t understand why that is important, only that it is for Eddie and that is more than enough for him.

So he goes through the city on search of bad people and someone is robbing a jewelry! Perfect! Eddie mistake his enthusiasm for the joy of eating and when a little tentacle takes the chance to grab a ring from the goodies the thiefs, now beheaded, was trying to take away, none is the wiser. He puts it on Eddie’s pocket when they are back home and keeps hiding it on little places so he never find it. Until there is a alarm for a bomb on the mall and that just happen to be the same place where there is a bakery dedicated to big ocassions, such as wedding. How lucky! Unfortunely the cake he wanted to get after getting ride of the bomb was too big without Eddie noticing that was on his back, so for the first time ever Venom has to lie that is just a craving, just like many other things. Eddie has given up on trying to understand the exact biology of the symbiote, and Venom knows this, so it doesn’t question further.

Once on the apartment, though, Eddie is tired and doesn’t want anything else than sleep, but for some reason he can’t move his feet to the bed. Tentacles move the cake they brought to the table and another one is looking above the counter for something Eddie cannot see because another one is covering his eyes.

“Wait a moment” say Venom and then a quietly “shit”, before he can feel the momentum when they ran out of the window and he can’t do anything about it, except watch the street below them as they land and start jumping high on the street.

“WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT IS HAPPENING”

“Sorry, Eddie, I forgot the other part! The other important one!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

They land on a church, opening the door that is closed, just enough to break in without destroying it all. Eddie is just confused, but still too sleepy to realize what it’s happening to the rest of his body as he is walking down the aisle. Black tentacles deposit the cake in front of the alter and is… kinda beautiful to admire the way the moon shines through the cristal windows until his eyes are covered again.

“The fuck are you doing” sighs Eddie, so tired, almost not caring about the answer because he wants to sleep, damn it.

“Just a wait a moment! This takes effort!”

“What thing…”

Then he is allowed to see again and Venom is on his knees in front of him. Well, something black that could be read as a knee, probably, was on the floor, as the head of the alien bobbed above a tentacle holding a ring.

“Did you steal that?” It’s the only worry on Eddie’s mind at seeing that. It looks nice. It looks expensive. And he knows for a fact they don’t have money for that.

“Look down, dummy” reprimends Venom, irritated but still far from angry.

Eddie does and he thinks he has a suit at first… It looks like one, even the flower on his chest pocket looks legit. He would have bought it he was already having a very weird dream if not because the flower and the sleeves had tentacles moving around it and, in his current reality, that was a sign he was well awake still.

“What…”

“It’s a wedding!” announce Venom and his voice is so cheery that it throws Eddie through a loop for a second. “I can’t wear dress as Anne, but I can put you on the suit and everything else! Then you don’t have to be a fucking sad loser anymore!”

Eddie stares at him and he is… smiling? It’s difficult to tell when Venom already has such long mouth, but he thinks he is. It feels like he does inside too.

“Oh, buddy…” Eddie sighs, rubbing his face. “Man, I am sorry that shit got to you too. But you don’t really have to do any of this. Those feelings are going to go away eventually on their own. I think. God. I hope so.”

“But I want to!” insisted Venom and now he sounds a little angry. “I saw all those so called cheesy movies and announcements. This is what your especies do to promise to be together forever, isn’t? I am just trying to honor that tradition and you are telling me off?”

“Hey, I didn’t asked for any of this” Eddie sighs again and looks again at that ring. “Do you even know what you are doing?”

“No, but I know you wanted to so I am doing it! What is wrong with that? Fine! I will search a dress too if you need it so much!”

“Who said…” Eddie knows they are not going to go anywhere like that so he get on his knees too, leveling with the white eyes. “Look, I am sure that this is all probably a nice gesture and all but…” He stays there without really knowing what to say. I mean, steal a ring was bad, but it’s like they killed a kid or anything like that. Steal a cake was nothing too. What was wrong with any of it, really, besides obviously having no legal repercutions and being merely a gesture to do? “We… don’t need that. I am not going anywhere and I don’t see you eager to jump to the next head either, so we are here now and that is enough.”

“Promise?” asked Venom and it sounds almost like a challenge, a sign of defiance to make him mark his own words.

“Yeah” said Eddie and then had Venom shove the ring on his hand, that he himself raised.

“Then you are fucking wearing that” insisted Venom, making him stand up and walk in front of the cake. “And you are having that cake because this is a HAPPY weeding and, even if there is no guests, everyone will know Eddie Brock is a normal married man! Just like you wanted!”

“Oh my god” Eddie cannot stop the laughter and even if Venom is confused at that, he at least gets happy that Eddie is happy. Eddie hasn’t been happy in a long time. “Okay, sure, whatever. Not like I have a hoard of girls that are going to be dissapointed now.”

“I didn’t understand that, but I heard a positive response! So it’s done! EAT THE CAKE!”

Eddie takes the cake and put it on his lap to start eating on the front row of seats. He knows it’s dumb and silly and doesn’t really mean anything, and this is light years of what he imagined his wedding was going to be like, but as they eat he can’t stop watching the shine on his finger, the way the black matter keep touching it as it was something precious for Venom too now. And on the back of his mind, Venom is satisfied because he can feel they are at peace on that empty church, for the first time.

[pranzill]

for the @wincestwednesdays wincest fest, week one: performance/underrated

Two-way street - Read on AO3

Of all the people—the girls that could circle around Sammy and for whom Dean would’ve adjusted and made himself small if his brother had needed him to—he would’ve never thought of her.

He was probably overreacting, he could be pretty dramatic sometimes, as Sam loved to say to anyone who would hear it lately (more than once, actually, but Dean quickly dismissed that thought; he had been right one too many times about things, for their own sake). But he thought Sam always wanted normal, always talked about normal, the ghost that always lingered in the corner of his mind. So he never considered…magic.

He didn’t mean to overhear, of course, he didn’t. But he did. Life in the bunker was like that sometimes: you’re walking down an aisle and you find yourself—magically—suddenly walking in on the most uneasy conversation ever. Especially in these times, where the bunker seemed so much less like a home and more like a train station. Dean admitted to himself, with absolutely no pride, that he incredibly missed Sam, their intimacy, so maybe that could be why his heart hammered in his chest when he rounded a corner and saw the little red-haired witch, crossing her arms over Sammy’s hunched shoulders. They seemed so small compared to the broad back of his little brother. He didn’t seem so baby brother when small girls were all over him like that.

The scene seemed pretty soft, almost romantic, but Dean didn’t give himself time to watch. He put his back against the wall that was hiding him, confiding in the shadow to be discreet enough to cover his last motions, but he couldn’t find the courage to move again, and he stayed where he was, listening.

Rowena was thanking Sam for being patient, for listening to her like anyone else could’ve done, and for being understanding even despite their history. Her voice, sweet, not tricky-sweet, but honest, like she’d been resisting tears.

Sam’s response was imperceptible, but his tone was gentle, trusting. Dean’s stomach lurched because what could be worse than sincerity between old enemies, exchanging whispered secrets.

He would’ve rather heard mischievousness from her, than this nauseous kindness, and the next typical sarcastic retort from Sammy, instead of that low rumble, like a purr. He bet Sam gave her the good old puppy stare, too.

When Dean heard Rowena murmur Sam’s full name and the little smack sound of a kiss, his legs finally moved and let him fly away. A fiery heat rose from his neck to his cheek, and everything felt wrong. He hadn’t any right, never had, but he found himself thinking—not Rowena, not her, please, nonetheless.

Jealousy was an incredible propellant, and he found himself down the dorm room corridor in no time. He prayed so hard for his steps to be silent. He was so sure he would’ve lost Sam that very night, so without thinking straight anymore, he entered his brother’s room.

When Sam came back, not much later, he found Dean on his knees on the floor, before the foot of the bed, hands tied, head bowed. Maybe Sam wasn’t in the right mood for that tonight, but Dean was desperate enough to put on a show just for him; he wanted to ensure that Sam’s focus was still on him, back on him at least, erasing his foolish fears, just like any witchy red curl still in his brother’s mind.

“Dean.” Was Sam’s voice trembling, or was it just Dean’s imagination?

Dean kept silent, but he cursed under his breath when he lost any ounce of dignity left in him, pushing against Sam’s tapered fingers creeping gently under his chin, feeling so damn relieved. Sam accepted his offer for now; he slightly lifted his brother’s face, but Dean focused on keeping his gaze down, letting his long lashes tremble the right way, confiding in their power.

“What are you doing?” Sam didn’t sound too surprised, just the right amount of curious, so Dean felt like he could tease, but only a bit, keeping quiet and not responding.

Sam took the bait and sternly ordered, "Talk” giving a little nudge to Dean’s chin, still cupped in his hand.

Dean didn’t leave Sam waiting any more than that, but he took his time, finally lifting his gaze and speaking slowly: “No one knows you better than me. I’m the only one who knows what you really want.”

“Mmh…” Sam seemed to weigh his words and then added: “What made you think otherwise?”

It was a two-way street: Dean didn’t have to explain much to let his brother understand what put him on his knees for him that fast.

“I saw you…and Rowena.” His jaw clicked when he gulped, and he shivered at how much he liked to feel his face move in Sam’s palm.

“Yeah? Go on.” Sam asked, like they were talking about the weather.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Dean was almost trying to chicken out. Sam’s stare was so hard it was piercing through him, and Dean couldn’t bear it.

“Dean.” Sam caught his brother’s attention back in no time. “Did something that you heard, upset you?”

Yes. Of course, Sam wanted to get to the point. “I’m sorry I’m not able to understand. Like she can.” Maybe, he stressed a bit too much the last words on purpose.

Sam grinned and almost – almost – gave away a light chuckle. Sam’s smiles were strange things. They were the brightest when Sam laughed, but when they were lighter, like a giggle, the sound was accidentally sensual and almost malicious at times. Dean’s mixed feelings of getting a reward and being punished were starting to boil inside him after hearing that little happy sound, so funny and eerie at the same time.

“It doesn’t mean anything, though. Is that what you want me to say?”

Dean came back from his reverie and couldn’t find anything in his mind. Sam’s voice was like a siren’s, so he told the truth: “Yes.”

Sam lightly sighed, but then patiently explained: “I don’t like making Lucifer talk with you. With anyone, really. Not even her. But she opened up with me first, because she was scared. Unfortunately for us, she gets it. It’s easier.”

“Okay.” For too many reasons, Dean felt small and mean. He didn’t like that kind of talk either, but he was selfish enough to be jealous of not being his brother’s first choice as nightmares’ recipient.

“Did you also talk…magic?”

“Am I not allowed to have friends and interests outside of what you and I have?” Again, that amused grin; Sam’s voice falling from his mouth, rolling on his tongue, like soft fronds gently swishing in the summer breeze.

“Yeah, of course, Sammy.”

“Do you want me to shut your brain about all these worries?” Now Sam was touching Dean’s face freely, petting the hair on the scalp, on his nape. Dean was shaking with want; gripped by the fever of expectation, he lost track of time, his eyelids drooping like a saint experiencing ecstasy.

“Do you know why she calls me Samuel?”

Dean flashed open his eyes, a blissful, lost expression on his face, barely remembering Sam was waiting for him to answer, and shaking his head no in the end.

“Because she knows Sammy’s already taken.”

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

First Time

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: You meet another mobster. 

A/N: This is when Y/n’s tracker is placed! 

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence/torture, blood and mentions of drug use, death. 

“Kale, onions…garlic, check.”

You’re currently in the grocery store trying to get the last ingredients you need for dinner. You feel rushed despite having gotten off work early today, and you really want to get home to start cooking.

One of your favorite activities in the world is grocery shopping. Most of your friends hate it, and your wife doesn’t particularly enjoy it either. However, you love food and any time you get to eat it or prepare to eat it you are happy. This is why as you’re walking up and down the aisles with a smile as you hum under your breath. You were excited to cook this dish that someone at work had brought for lunch. You often find yourself lured around the office following great smells. Wanda joked once that you were like a dog when you picked up a scent. You wouldn’t stop until you found it and figured out what it was.

Once you grab the last things you need for tonight’s dinner you sigh in relief before heading toward check out. You stretch with a groan and lean against your cart as you wait in line. Looking outside, you see it’s gotten dark out and you frown slightly in disappointment. You weren’t a fan of driving at night because you didn’t have the best luck with wildlife and the police.

Last time you’d driven home in the dark you’d almost hit a deer as it darted across the street. The time before that you’d been stopped for speeding. To be fair, you’d been going almost 15 over, but you hated confrontation and also weren’t a fan of paying for speeding tickets.

These thoughts leave you as you arrive at the register and you greet the brunette before putting all your items on the belt. You allow your mind to wander to your wife at home and how you hope she’s walked and fed your dog. You know how he gets when it’s dark and he hasn’t had his dinner yet. Daylight saving’s time was always a struggle in the fall.

“Thank you, have a nice night.”

You smile and offer a ‘you too’ before heading out into the crowded parking lot. You parked too far away because you didn’t like parking near other cars, and you were currently regretting it. You sigh when you finally arrive to your car and you open the trunk to load up the groceries. You close the trunk and put up your cart before returning to the driver’s side. You’re thinking about calling Wanda when you feel something press against your back as you grab the door handle.

“Don’t scream or I’ll shoot you. Unlock the car.”

You tense when the gun’s pressed further into your back, and you do as he says with a frown. You’re not sure what’s happening, but you go with it to avoid getting shot in this parking lot. You open the doors and get in the car as your possible car jacker gets in the back seat. You still tense and wait on edge as you sit down and you look in the rear-view mirror with a frown. You clear your throat before speaking up as you shut your door and start the car slowly.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

You flinch as the brunette moves toward you suddenly and climbs into the front seat. You watch him get settled, his gun still in his hand pointed vaguely in your direction before he turns to you. You don’t recognize him, not that you thought you would, but you’re a little surprised to see that he’s not wearing a mask or doing anything to hide his identity. Either he doesn’t care or he knows it doesn’t matter. You’re not sure you like what either of those things imply.

“Drive, please, Dr. Maximoff.”

Well, that answered one question, but you couldn’t help but be miffed by this giant wrench in your plans for tonight. You knew better than to be too snippy, but you also didn’t want to show him how worried you were. This type of thing hadn’t happened to you before, and you weren’t quite sure of what to do. Wanda had told you once that if you were ever in a situation like this, you should tell them what they wanted to know and not fight them on anything. She wanted you to stay as safe as possible while she tried to find you.

The fact that she thinks you’re just out shopping and that you could be another hour or so doesn’t sit well with you at all. You back out of your parking spot slowly before you start to head out of the lot.

“Is there anywhere in particular you’d like to go?”

He doesn’t respond immediately and you just turn out onto the street and start to drive home out of habit. You’re sure he doesn’t pick up on this and he just shakes his head before muttering ‘just drive’ under his breath. You figure that since he knows your name, he doesn’t just want to steal your car. He’s targeting you for a reason, and unfortunately if you had to guess, it’s because of something your wife’s done. You go to say this before you realize it might be better to be blissfully ignorant.

“Did my wife do something to piss you off recently, or did you just want me to drive you around?”

You see him scowl out of the corner of your eye, and you see his hand twitch but he doesn’t do anything other than huff in annoyance. You’re not sure what you expected him to say to you, but you’re rendered speechless as you try to figure out a way out of this mess.

“Your wife’s going to become a widow unless she does me a favor.”

Wanda is sitting around trying to kill time while she waits for you to come home. It’s almost 7 and you’d texted her about an hour and a half ago to tell her you were shopping. She figured you’d be home by now, but she’d gone shopping with you enough to know that you are easily distracted. She has often had to bring your attention back to the grocery list when you’re side tracked by your appetite. For this reason, she’s going to give you another half hour before checking in.

She’s already fed the pets and walked Boone, so now she’s just lounging on the couch. She let Boone lie down at her feet as she turned on the television for some background noise. She puts on a cooking show that you like as she lays down and grabs her phone from the coffee table. She decides to at least get an ETA and she shoots you a quick text.

Are you on your way?

Wanda lies back down and reaches down to pet Boone when he rests his head on her legs. She pets him for a minute before she turns to the television. She’s not sure what this round is on but the weird ingredients involved only manage to keep her attention for a few minutes. She closes her eyes just intending to rest for a minute, but she accidentally falls asleep and doesn’t realize it until Boone jumps off the couch an hour later.

Wanda mumbles a curse under her breath as she sits up and reaches for her phone with a yawn. She sees it’s nearly 8 and that you haven’t responded to her text so she decides to call you. She stands up and walks toward the kitchen as she waits for you to answer. By the fourth ring she’s getting anxious, and when it finally goes to voicemail she hangs up and immediately calls back.

She’s opening the fridge by the time it goes to voicemail again and she’s trying to keep calm as she leaves you a short message.

“Hey Y/n, are you on your way home? I’m starting to worry. Call me, please.”

Wanda hangs up and sets her phone down on the counter with a frown. She hopes that you’re just driving and can’t answer the phone, and that you’ll walk through the door in just a few minutes. She opens the fridge again to grab a bottle of wine and goes to grab a glass with a sigh. She’s tired and her stomach starts to growl as she pours herself some absentmindedly.

She’s mid-sip when her phone goes off and she sets the glass down quickly to see if it’s you. She frowns at the unknown number and the fact that they’ve sent her a video. She opens it before she can think better of it, and she nearly drops her phone when she sees what it is.

Your plan to drive to the compound was quickly thwarted when your captor, he wouldn’t tell you his name, tells you to turn a different way. You considered not listening, but it only took him putting his gun to your head for you to oblige him. You weren’t in the mood for this, not that you think you’d ever be, and you’re thinking about ways to get out of this without hurting yourself too much. You aren’t driving too fast, and you could probably jump out of the car but that’s honestly the best you can come up with. It’s not ideal because then you’d be on the side of the road and he’d be in your car, probably able to get out and just drag you back in. You sigh in defeat as you start heading out of town and you’re tapping the steering wheel anxiously as you dare to speak up again.

You could tell he was getting a little annoyed, but if he really wanted something from Wanda, he wouldn’t hurt you too badly, right? You make this assumption without knowing if he’s truly smart enough to know this. For this reason, you’re not as rude as you want to be as you ask yet again for a hint.

“What favor do you need from, Wanda?”

Despite not knowing the crucial details of your wife’s work, you had a feeling that she could make a lot happen. You’re not sure what his demands are, but you felt like there was a very small chance that it was something that Wanda wouldn’t be able to make happen, at least that’s what you’re hoping.

When he just scowls at you, you feel your hope start to dwindle and you consider what’s going to happen to you. You’ve not yet had the privilege of being used as a pawn in your wife’s mob politics.

“I need her to pull out of a deal, and to give me some money.”

You don’t even bother asking about the first part. You’re too worried you’ll be told that Wanda’s going to murder someone or something horrific like that, so you keep your mouth shut. You consider the second part for a few seconds as you continue to drive down the dark and mostly deserted road. You don’t know how much money Wanda has overall. Sure, you have joint bank accounts, but Wanda also keeps some money separate for legal, or rather illegal reasons. She says it’s to keep you out of trouble, and since you have no reason to not trust her, you let her do what she needs to.

It's not until moments like this that you realize it might be helpful to know how much she has so when people demand an obscene amount, you don’t fear that she doesn’t have it.

“Turn into this lot and park next to that car.”

You do as you’re told, but you turn as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable. You’re not stupid, despite evidence to suggest the contrary, and you have a feeling you know what happens next. Maybe if you can keep him talking you won’t have to get into this next car.

“How much do you want?”

He nudges you with the gun in his hand to get you out of the car and you scowl in annoyance before practically jumping out to get away from him. You slam the door and just glare at him as he gets out and continues to point it at you as he gestures to the other car. It’s a little banged up and you wouldn’t be surprised if it doesn’t have a license plate. You don’t get a chance to look before he takes out keys and walks to the driver’s side.

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

You are about to ask him when you should worry about it, but instead as you turn around you see his arm is raised above your head. You don’t have time to curse in anticipation before he hits you across the face with the butt of the gun and sends you to the ground. You groan in pain as you roll onto your back, but you make no effort to get up or resist when he grabs your arm and practically throws you in the backseat.

“Sorry about that.”

Pietro Maximoff is in his bedroom struggling to find an outfit when he hears his sister’s voice. He stops rifling through his closet when he realizes she’s shouting, that she sounds worried, and he hurries to go meet her.

“Pietro! PIETRO!”

The frantic knocking comes when he’s only steps away from the door, and he’s quick to open it as his sister continues to panic.

“Pietro, I need your help! Y/n’s in trouble--.”

He opens the door to a frantic, flushed Wanda who clearly ran here to find him. She’s holding her phone and she practically shoves it at him with a shaky hand.

“What is it? What happened, Wanda?”

Petro’s mind is going a mile a minute as he considers all of the horrible possibilities. He looks down to his sister’s phone to see that it’s opened on a message, but he quickly sees the video and his eyes widen. He looks back up to his sister in confusion and she starts to explain as much as possible. She tells him how you went to the store after work, but that you’d taken longer than she expected so she texted you.

“She didn’t respond and then I fell asleep and then she didn’t answer her phone, then this came!”

Wanda watches as Pietro looks back to the video that starts to play as he opens it. He doesn’t even move from the doorway as he registers the sight of you sitting tied to a chair with two men standing by your side. Whoever is holding the camera moves closer to you so they’re only a few feet away, and Pietro can clearly see a large gash over your left eye.

“Okay doctor, remember what we practiced. Go ahead and tell your wife what we want from her.”

Both Maximoffs watch as you scowl and Wanda feels her heart start to race again as she prepares for what you do next. She’s watched the video already of course, but she still feels extreme anxiety watching you talk back and try to resist giving them what they want. She loves you for a lot of reasons, including how smart and resilient you are, but she hates seeing your attitude get you hurt.

“Fuck off.”

Your head is still aching from where he’d hit you earlier, and you can’t help but hiss as one of the minions by your side grabs your hair and yanks your head back. You glare at him ignoring the tears that sting your eyes as you grit your teeth to keep from cursing in pain. You try to ignore the camera that’s getting closer to your face as the ring leader speaks up again. He’s frowning as he zooms in on your face to get a better shot of your cut.

“Would you rather us hurt you instead? I can’t imagine she wants to see that.”

You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at his words, and you hate that you agree with him. Although you hate the idea of cooperating, you don’t want Wanda to have to see you any more hurt than you already are. Knowing your wife, she’ll already be near hysterical when she learns that you’ve been taken, and you’d be shocked if these three, and anyone else involved, get anything out of tonight, let alone live to tell about it.

Still, you glare harder at him as you growl under your breath at the obnoxious brunette. You can’t wait to see your wife kick his ass.

“God help you if you do.”

You’re not surprised when the grip on your hair tightens painfully and you feel something cold and sharp against your neck. You instinctively hold your breath and try not to move as the knife digs into your skin threateningly.

“That’s strike two. Now you’re a doctor, so you’re supposed to be smart, right? Do you want to tell me what happens when you get to three?”

Pietro waits with bated breath as you consider your options. Luckily you don’t take too much time to make your decision and you’re looking at the camera that’s backed up at this point, but its not far enough away for him to miss the red line that’s revealed as the knife is pulled away so you can speak freely.

“Wands, he wants you to back out of your deal with Booker…”

 You pause as you swallow the lump in your throat before mentioning the second, ridiculous demand that you were told.

“He also wants $14 million to make up for his losses when you first moved North.”

You cough as your throat suddenly becomes dry, and out of habit you try to move your arm to cover your mouth but you just yank against the ropes around your wrists. You glower at the brunette who’s now smiling as he presses a button on his phone before he starts to fill in the gaps.

“Since I’m a reasonable man, I’ll give you 24 hours to get the money together and talk to Booker. Call me once you have it and we’ll set up a meeting. Until then, I’ll send you updates on how we’re doing here every 6 hours.”

You feel panic flood your body at the fact that he’s only giving Wanda 24 hours. That doesn’t seem like enough time to get everything figured out. That said, you also realize that you’re going to be stuck here in this smelly room, and very uncomfortable chair for at least that long and you want to cry.

You just wanted to go home and cook your wife dinner.

“Say bye for now, Dr. Maximoff.”

The video ends with you shooting the camera a hopeful look, and Pietro just curses before he starts to formulate a plan.

“Let me talk to Bucky and Nat. We’ll track her phone and her car to see if we can get an idea of where they took her.”

Wanda’s nodding absentmindedly as she reconsiders the decision she’d made after first watching this. She was desperate to get you back, and she didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen. She had many concerns about dealing with a man like this, but her main one was what he planned to do with you while he waited. She’d only really interacted with him, Anderson was his name, once and she did not enjoy it at all. He was manipulative and distrusting of most things she’d said. Granted she had lied to him about some of her intentions, but he’d returned the favor when he’d tried to steal a client out from under her.

She doesn’t want you to be at risk for any longer than strictly necessary, and she’s tempted to talk to Booker now just to get this over with. However, she needs to be smart and take some time to figure out how to best approach this situation. She knew that Anderson was counting on her making the impulsive, knee-jerk decision to comply just so you’ll get back safely. She wants to do this, but she needs to consider how her actions can set a precedent. She’ll do whatever she can to keep this from happening again, but she knows that word spreads fast and anyone who hears that she’s willing to pay millions to get you back, will try their hand at getting rich.

Wanda watches as her brother leaves and tries to take a deep breath to calm her raging nerves. She thinks about you sitting with the three men who will undoubtedly be bored waiting for her to get her act together. She dares to consider what they might do to you before she grabs her phone. She texts one of her IT people to ask if they can trace the number that the video came from. She’s not optimistic, but she’d like to have all of her bases covered.

She hesitates to reach out to Booker because she’s not sure what to tell him yet. She checks the time and it’s only 8:40, not too late at all, but by the time she comes up with a plan she’s not sure how much she’ll get done tonight. She decides to leave her brother’s room and heads back to her own with a contemplative frown. She blocks out the sound of Boone howling as she opens the door and goes to work making a plan. She goes to the bedroom to find her computer and as she turns to head to the kitchen, she nearly runs Boone over. She curses loudly, but takes a second to placate the dog so he’s not too insufferable later. She scratches his ears and kisses his face with a sigh. She takes a second to just look at him and he whines before following her into the kitchen. She grabs her glass of wine before sitting at the counter with her computer. She starts with checking her bank account and she scowls at the idea of having to lose so much. She has plenty of money and knows that she doesn’t even have to worry, but the idea of forking this over to someone she hates makes her skin crawl.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?”

She hears Boone whine from where he’s sitting next to her and she sighs as she reaches out for him. She pets him for a few minutes as she just tries to figure out what she should do. She has 24 hours, and although she’s not going to take all of that time, she does need at least a few to arrange everything. Pietro is already calling her back and she prepares to face this extremely stressful situation. She just hopes that you’re fairing okay, and that you’re not giving Anderson too hard of a time.

You glare at the floor in front of you as you grow increasingly more bored with each passing minute. There’s not even a clock in the room, just two bored looking men who are probably daydreaming of being anywhere else. The third, Anderson, he’d finally told you his name, had left to do God knows what. He’d barely given the duo any instruction when he left, and you are trying not to become annoyed at your situation. You wonder how long you’d been followed tonight before Anderson made his move.

How long had he been planning on doing this?

Not for the first time, you consider the dangers associated with being married to Wanda. You know that the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks of your relationship, but at moments like this you can’t help but hate the fact that Wanda’s so well-known. You love your wife and know that she is trying to get out of the business, slowly but surely, but hopefully this incident will kick her ass into gear a little. You’re considering what the redhead could be doing right now when you notice one of the minions stand up and stretch with a sigh.

He doesn’t want to be here babysitting when he could be spending his night actually relaxing. He knows who you are and how important you are to Anderson’s plan, but you’re more annoying that he thought you would be. You were cute and he wanted to play with you a little, but he hadn’t been given permission. That said, if things changed as the hours went by, maybe he could do something to salvage tonight.

“Can I get some water? Is that allowed?”

The other body in the room looks to you with a scowl as he considers ways to shut you up. You’ve been silent up until now, it’s only been a couple of hours, but you’ve already proven to be mouthy with Anderson and he’d rather avoid having to listen to you bitch again.

He looks to Riggs who just shrugs at him and he sighs as he stands up. They’re keeping you at their headquarters because it was the most secure place they could think of. There are close to 20 people here at all times, so it’s better protected from anything your wife might try. He decides to go down to the kitchen to get himself some food and maybe get you some water.

“I’ll be back soon. Do you want anything?”

When he receives a head shake, he leaves the two of you alone for a bit. He’s glad to be out of that room and he wishes he could stay clear of it. You are also wishing to be out of this room, but you know that just saying so will irritate your captors even more. You don’t want to push them too much so you try your best to just relax and trust that your wife will get you out of this.

Wanda hasn’t been this stressed in a long time. She knew this was going to be a difficult ask, but getting Booker to agree to her proposition had been quite an endeavor. Now after almost 4 hours of negotiating, she and Booker had reached an agreement. It will cost her another couple million, but she’d guaranteed that their deal would resume as soon as her ‘unforeseen complication’ was no longer an issue. Wanda hadn’t given too many details, but she’d hinted at her reasoning for trying to renegotiate. She was infamous for sticking to her decisions, good or otherwise, so this had been an unexpected surprise.

She was counting down how many hours she had until she needed to give Anderson her decision. Even working with everyone, they didn’t have a great plan for breaking you out without a lot of potential for injury. Wanda knew she had the people for it, but she wasn’t sure she could or even should ask near three dozen people to help her break you out and kill all of Anderson’s people in the process.

“Hey, sestra. How did it go?”

Wanda groans in exhaustion before mentioning that the meeting had gone okay all things considered. She’d gotten what she wanted, cooperation, and it only cost her a lot of money. Not that she cared about that part of it. She was mostly just concerned about Booker keeping up his end of the deal, and making sure that everything worked out for you.

“It was…”

Wanda trails off as her phone dings and she glances at it to see who it is. She realizes that it’s been longer than she thought, when she sees an update from Anderson. She curses under her breath before moving to sit next to her brother so she can show him as well. She realizes this was a bad idea about 5 seconds in.

Your second babysitter had actually fallen asleep only a few minutes after the other left to probably not get you water. You would roll your eyes if you weren’t busy trying to free yourself. You glance down at your wrists before turning your attention back to your neglectful captor. You keep twisting your wrists to try and loosen the ropes around them with a grimace. It burns your skin, but as one starts to loosen a little you figure it’s worth it. You sigh in relief when one of them becomes loose enough for you to slip your hand out. You hurry to untie the other before you run out of time.

You have no idea how long they’ll be gone or asleep and you decide to try and get the fuck out of here. You hadn’t noticed that the door has been locked when the brunette left and you’re hoping it’s still not as you tip toe toward it. You are surprised when the door opens and even more so when there’s no one on the other side of it. You contemplate which way you should go, but you’re mostly focused on closing and locking the door behind you. You roll your eyes at this before making sure it’s locked behind you with a sigh.

You decide to go to the right because there’s a door that looks like it leads to a stairwell. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you might be on so you decide to go down in hopes of finding an exit. You’d underestimated how many people might be crawling around and you immediately see someone. You duck back behind the door and wait until it’s clear before leaving the stairwell as quietly as possible.

You’ve never claimed to be lucky about much in life. It wasn’t until you met Wanda that this changed at least for a little bit. That said, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone told you that you’d used up all of your luck when meeting your wife. Especially now, as you run head on into Anderson as you turn the corner. Apparently, he was still around and you both stare at each other in shock until you decide to try and run.

Again, your luck isn’t great and despite knocking him to the ground and running a good bit away, you run into more people almost immediately. You sigh in annoyance before you take off in a different direction and listen as Anderson yells at them.

“Stop her!”

Now that you had four people running after you, it occurs to you to look for a weapon to defend yourself with. You don’t like the odds when you run into a room that’s a sad-looking kitchen with nothing particularly useful in sight. You hear footsteps closing in on you and you panic and grab the closest thing to you.

This happens to be a chair and you swing it towards the first person that you see. It hits him square in the chest and he falls backwards into one of his friends. You still see Anderson and someone else not far behind and you head for the closest exit only to run into a locked door. You sigh in defeat before you turn around just in time for someone to grab you. You hold your breath, waiting for the blow, and they don’t disappoint as you’re thrown back against the door. You cringe and react instinctually as you grab his arms and try to push him off of you. Despite succeeding, you have two more coming at you immediately and you try to remember what Nat and Yelena always told you in training.

Hit them where it hurts most.

With this in mind, you kick out and aim for groin closest to you. Despite wanting to bask in the pained noise the man releases as he doubles over, you focus on the angry redhead in front of you. He’s throws out a fist and tries to punch you but you dodge it and punch him in the nose. It hurts a little and you think you may have broken something other than his nose as you turn your attention to the next obstacle.

You realize your escape attempt has failed when you see Anderson pointing his gun at you with a scowl.

“Strike three.”

You don’t struggle when you feel the two men you’d just beaten up grab you and try to lead you back to their boss despite their injuries. It doesn’t matter much anyway because you’re not going to do anything that will get you shot and follow somewhat obediently. You’re afraid you know where you’re headed next as you’re shoved back the way you came by the duo behind you.

“Come on, bitch. It’s time for another update anyway.”

Wanda feels her stomach drop and her eyes are already watering as she starts the most recent video sent to her. She realizes that something must have happened because you’ve been beaten and look near unconscious from where you’re sitting vaguely upright. Your lip and cheek are bruised and bleeding, and just from the way you’re sitting Wanda can tell you’re hurting elsewhere as well. Another glance and Wanda realizes that you’re now handcuffed as Anderson practically stomps over to you.

“Your wife has been very bad since we last spoke. She tried to escape and injured some of my men in the process.”

Wanda is too distressed by your appearance and obvious discomfort to feel the pride she usually would at the news that you’re not making things easy. You grimace slightly as Anderson shoves your shoulder to try and wake you up, and in that moment both Maximoffs decide that they are going to personally see to his demise.

“I let them return the favor, and I thought I’d let you see how things are going here. Are you any closer to making a decision now, Maximoff?”

You are unable to look to the camera when Anderson calls your name, so he grabs your chin and forces your head up. You groan and Wanda sees blood dripping from you lips only a second before you cough all over Anderson. He curses in annoyance as he’s covered in your bloody spit and he can’t stop himself from slapping you across the face.

“Fuck! Just for that, you now only have 12 hours to get everything in order. Until then, we’ll just be here having more fun.”

The video stops and Wanda doesn’t move for a long time. She’s struggling with the decision of what she should do first. She wants to find Anderson and eviscerate him, but she doesn’t know where he is. She has people looking, and so far, they’ve only found your car which was abandoned outside of town. They had found evidence of another car being parked nearby, and they concluded that Anderson must have had you drive to it before they ditched it to take you to where ever you were now. As soon as your car was brought back, Wanda made sure that it was thoroughly searched for any evidence despite not having much hope that there’d be any.

She was afraid to take too much more time looking for him. She’s not sure what else he’ll do to you in the meantime and she realizes that she’s going to have to give him what he wants. She only has time to unlock her phone again before Pietro’s speaking up. She jumps in surprise because she’d honestly forgotten that he was still there.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him and setting up a meeting.”

Wanda’s about to press the call button when Pietro grabs the phone out of her hand. She scowls and tries to grab it back, but Pietro puts it in his pocket and steps out of reach.

“Give it back!”

He just shakes his head before he tries to appeal to his sister’s sense of reason. He sees a play here, but it isn’t without it’s risks and he knows Wanda’s just becoming more worried about you. He’s worried too, but he knows that you’re tough enough to make it another couple of hours. Not to mention, if Anderson wants anything from his sister, he’s going to keep you alive, which he knows won’t bring Wanda much comfort considering what he’s already done to you.

“No, Wanda. Just take a second and listen to me, okay? I might have an idea.”

You’re beyond regretting your decision to take a tour around the building after a couple of hours of sitting in this chair. It was already painful when you were just waiting for something to happen, but now that you’re dealing with multiple injuries its near unbearable. Your stomach aches from where you’d been kicked multiple times and there’s a dull pain in your ribs from where someone literally kicked you while you were down. You take a deep breath as you consider how much longer you’ll have to sit here. Hopefully your wife has worked out how to get you out of here in the least painful way possible. You supposed that ship has sailed, but maybe you can be spared any more pain.

Anderson had left an hour ago and you were just sitting with your new babysitters. The previous ones had clearly been deemed unfit and you distracted yourself from your pain by imagining what could have happened to them. You’re sure they won’t be easily forgiven, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you groan inwardly at the aches and the uncomfortable chair you’re in.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

You can’t help but scowl at the stupid question that you’re not even going to bother answering. You’ve been hurt before and luckily you have a high tolerance for pain, but this is pushing your limits. You’re stressed, hurt and you are worried about how much longer you’ll have to sit here and keep a brave front.

You studiously ignore his taunting look as you consider how Wanda’s decided to handle the negotiation required to get you out of here. You know that she hates giving into obnoxious and entitled men, but you know that if she’s pushed far enough, she’ll do just about anything. Not that you want someone to force her hand, but you would really like to get out of here.

“I don’t think this is going to work, Pietro.”

Wanda’s getting antsy as she waits for her brother to finish getting ready to meet Anderson and get you back. She’s starting to regret not negotiating sooner because it’s been nearly 15 hours and she knew that you were being hurt for your escape attempt. She hated that she’d left you for so long, but Pietro convinced her that this would work.

“It will, sestra. No one knows about our tracking devices; I’ll just go talk to him and then he’ll take me to where Y/n is.”

It sounded simple, and Wanda was sure that it could be, but she didn’t trust Anderson to keep his word. He had his money and Booker had agreed to his terms, but what if he got greedy?

Wanda realizes that the what if’s are endless and just considering them now will drive her crazy. She decides that the best course of action is to believe her brother and just go forward with the plan to get you back here safe and sound as soon as possible.

She only has a few minutes to wonder if he’ll be suspicious of her absence before her brother’s gone. She looks to her phone to watch as his tracking device leaves the compound as he does. It was something that they both had that no one knew about but their closest friends. The twins had them placed shortly after their parents had died. It was their way of trying to ensure that they could always find the other if needed, that they could keep an eye on each other if necessary.

They’d never really used them like this before, but Wanda was hoping that they would pay off.

It’s almost two hours after he sent the video that Anderson hears anything. He receives a call and a meeting is set up, but it’s not with the Maximoff he would have expected. After speaking with the older brother and planning a neutral location to bring Y/n to, he just had to get you ready to leave.

This was easier said than done because apparently since he’d left, you’d become more sedate. You were nearly passed out when he returned and you had to be dragged, practically carried to the car since you were too weak to walk on your own. You only look around occasionally, but you barely react as you’re put in the back seat of the car between two bodyguards. It’s not until they start the drive that one of them reaches out to make sure you have a pulse. After falling against one of them in exhaustion or pain, you hadn’t moved once.

Anderson steals glances at you and can’t help but wonder if he overdid it a little. He knew that the younger Maximoff would find him eventually. There was no way she wouldn’t but for now he just had to face Pietro and turn you over now that he had what he wanted. He’d given him instructions on how to get here and what to do. He had to drive to where Anderson had left a car for him before leaving his phone and driving to a remote location where he’d be waiting.

It was basically in the middle of the woods, so when he spotted headlights coming down the path, he realized that he was here.

He watches as the car screeches to a halt about ten feet from them, and Pietro gets out without turning off the car. He slams the door shut before walking up to the three men, immediately looking around for you.

“Where is she?”

It’s too dark for Pietro to tell where you are, but he has a feeling you’re still in the car. He’s not sure what to feel about this, but as one of the men move forward to search him, the other goes to the car.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Maximoff.”

Pietro just scoffs at this as he raises his arms and submits to a search. He has nothing on him, not even his phone and he waits until this is confirmed before he asks again.

“Where’s my sister-in-law?”

Anderson smiles before he looks to the brunette behind him who just nods and opens the back door to the car. Pietro waits for you to come walking out, but instead the man ducks into the car and nearly drags you out. He opens his mouth to protest, but he’s cut off by Anderson who shoots him a suspicious look.

“Why didn’t Mrs. Maximoff want to grace us with her presence? Did she not want to see her wife?”

Pietro scowls but his focus is entirely on you where you’re barely conscious beside your body guard. You look more hurt that he realized from the video and he’s trying not to panic as you’re more or less carried over to him.

“I’m the one who convinced her to stay behind. She’d lose her fucking mind over seeing her wife like this. You should be thanking me.”

This is certainly true. Pietro is sure his sister would try to kill Anderson on the spot for this, but luckily, she’s not here and his anger can only do so much damage.

“What the hell did you do to her?”

Pietro tries to step forward and grab you but Anderson holds his hand up with a frown. He watches as Pietro’s car is searched before he offers him a shrug.

“Nothing she didn’t deserve, but enough about her. I have one more thing I’d like from you.”

Pietro doesn’t accept this answer and he tries to grab you again to actually support you, but he’s stopped again by someone grabbing his shirt before a gun is pressed into his back.

“Fuck that, give her here!”

Pietro stops in his tracks as Anderson shoots him an angry look. He’s really only stopping because the man holding onto you tighten his grip and you wince despite barely being conscious. Despite wanting to help you out, he doesn’t want to see you hurt so he clenches his teeth before obediently standing still. He barely notices the gun that’s been pulled on him. He’s not worried about that.

“Patience, Mr. Maximoff. I think you’ll be interested to hear what I have to say.”

Pietro doubts this but he just watches with disgust as the brunette walks up to him. He’s close enough to spit in his face, but Pietro waits to see what he wants first as his gaze darts back to you occasionally.

Anderson sighs as he looks up to the dark sky with a smile. He’s impressed that you’ve actually made it this far without passing out, and he knows he needs to get on with this. What he gave you will kick in soon and you’ll be on the ground if no one bothers to hold you up.

“I would like to strike another deal with your sister.”

Natasha and Yelena curse as Wanda throws them around the car once again with a precarious turn. They keep their mouths shut though because they know how stressed Wanda is and criticizing her driving right now would not be a great idea. She’d waited for her brother to reach the car Anderson had left him before she left with her friends to come find you. She’d wanted the sisters along because she wasn’t sure how many people she’d be facing and she needed to make sure that the only ones hurt were Anderson and his minions.

She looks to her phone on the dash again to see that she’s closing in on Pietro’s location. He’s about two miles away and despite wanting to speed up, she slows down and turns off her lights so they’re able to sneak up on him. She turns her attention to her friends who’ve been silent the entire trip as they wait patiently to use the guns they’re holding tightly in their grips.

‘We’re almost there.”

Wanda smiles as she hears Yelena mutter ‘finally’ under her breath while she and Nat get situated with their helmets and night vision goggles. They’ll be essential given they can’t get too close and alert Anderson or anyone else of their presence.

She’s creeping down the road when she spots a flash of light through the trees that must be from one of the cars. Wanda stops and Nat and Yelena take this as their cue to investigate. They roll the windows down and look out into the woods, but they can’t see much.

“Can you get any closer?”

Wanda nods and starts to drive a bit down the road. According to her phones she’s only 150 yards from her brother. They should be able to see you soon. No one says anything as Wanda stops the car again, and a few seconds pass before Yelena’s cursing under her breath.

“I can see the fucker and his two friends.”

Nat’s jaw clenches as she spots you only seconds before Wanda asks. She’s not sure what to tell her, but from what she can see you’re not standing on your own and you look like you’ve been beaten.

“Do you see, Y/n?”

Natasha’s setting up her gun while Yelena creeps out and on top of the car. Wanda would argue normally, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance and she wanted her to do whatever necessary to get you back.

“Yeah, she’s there with Anderson and Pietro.”

“No way. Wanda won’t agree to that. She’s already given you $14 fucking million dollars. She’s not handing over anything else!”

Pietro watches you flinch at the sound of him yelling, but he’s actually glad to see you react to something. You’ve only been leaning against the man beside you for support and he was starting to formulate a plan to get you out of here quicker. He hadn’t banked on Anderson asking for his sister’s job.

He’s frowning as he looks to the older Maximoff curiously. His gaze shifts to you where you’re flirting with unconsciousness before he offers Pietro a smile. He reaches out to touch your shoulder and you’re not even alert enough to try and shake him off.

“Not even for the antidote?”

Pietro doesn’t have time to ask what he’s talking about before he pulls a syringe out of his pocket that has a clear liquid in it. He’s already moving forward to stop him, but he’d forgotten about the person behind him and he’s hit in the head with the butt of a gun.

“What the fuck is that?”

Wanda stiffens at Yelena’s question as she looks through her own goggles to see that her brother’s on the ground. She’s confused as to why, but she’s quickly distracted by the sight of Anderson moving toward you with something in his hand.

“Take the shot if you have it!”

Yelena’s shooting before Wanda even finishes her sentence and she and Nat both hit Anderson before moving to the other two. Pietro’s on the ground still when the shooting start, but he’s quick to head toward you once he realizes no one is standing by you anymore. He catches you just before your head hits the ground and he curses loudly as he sees the needle sticking out of your arm.

“Shit, shit. Wanda!”

He’s on his feet and picking you up as his sister comes tearing through the woods. She stops the car barely two feet from him and he’s hurrying to the back door. He doesn’t even notice Yelena jump off the roof of the car as the door’s opened and Nat’s quickly helping him get you in the car.

“Are you okay? You’re not hit, are you?”

Pietro shakes his head because other than having a nice knot on his head he’s fine. He’s more worried about you at the moment because you’re not moving and Pietro doesn’t’ stop long enough to see if you’re breathing.

He jumps in the car while Yelena gets up front and it’s then that he sees his sister’s just staring at you in shock. She hadn’t realized you were this bad off and she feels guilt slam into her and make her chest tight at the realization that she let this happen. She notices her brother’s holding a syringe that he must have taken, but she doesn’t get to ask before he’s speaking frantically.

“I think he stuck her with this, but I have no fucking clue how much or what it is. We need to get her to a hospital.”

Wanda doesn’t need to be told twice and she’s leaving the still running car and the three dead bodies behind as she races to the nearest hospital.

The trip to the hospital was a stressful one to say the least. Wanda had been driving way over the speed limit as Pietro tried to figure out where they should be going. They’d landed at the first place they found and after a couple of hours there they were able to transfer you to the compound.

Now you laid in the med bay unconscious with a tube down your throat. Apparently, you hadn’t been breathing well on your own and a few blood tests told them that you’d definitely gotten some of whatever Anderson had injected you with. Wanda waits impatiently by your side for you to wake up, and she can’t help but start crying again as everything sets in.

She should have gotten to you sooner. She should have given Anderson exactly what he wanted as soon as he’d asked so she could save you this pain. You had broken ribs and various bruises all over, and you aren’t able to breathe on your own. They’d given you the antidote about an hour ago and despite it helping a lot, you were still too weak to take over completely.

You’re on a ventilator and Wanda hates that she could have saved you from this by simply swallowing her pride.

She turns at the sound of a knock on the door to see her brother standing by with a concerned look. She sighs before standing up to greet him. She needs to stop staring at you like she has for the past hour because it’s not making anything better. You’re still asleep and might be for days, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

“Hey Piet.”

She pulls her brother into a hug before she sighs in exhaustion. She hasn’t slept in 20 hours and the adrenaline from finding you has definitely worn off. Still, she refuses to sleep because she wants to be here when you wake up.

“How’s she doing, Wands?”

The younger Maximoff shakes her head before she glances over her shoulder to see that you haven’t moved at all. Not that she expected you to.

“She’s the same. We’re just waiting for her to start breathing on her own.”

Pietro frowns at this as he looks to his sister-in-law who he really should have pushed his sister to rescue sooner. He shakes his guilt away though to focus on his sister because he knows that she’s certainly upset with how this all played out.

“We got her help fast. She’ll be okay in time.”

Wanda’s still frowning when her brother says this, but she just squeezes him tighter before pulling away and offering a smile.

“It was your doing, Piet. Thank you for being willing to help.”

Wanda trails off as she turns back to look at you because she can’t help herself. She sighs before moving to sit back down beside you because she can barely stand at this point. Her entire body aches and she needs to cry more, but her headache stops her from giving in.

“I just wish we could have found her sooner.”

Pietro doesn’t respond to this immediately. Instead, he considers what his sister says carefully and decides that there might be something that Wanda could do. If she’d known where you were immediately, maybe she could have launched an organized rescue that would have saved her time, money and heartache. She could have found you before you’d been hurt, and she could be sleeping beside you in her own bed now instead of sitting by your side in medical. He sighs as she recalls how he and Wanda had gotten their tracking devices planted. It had been fairly non-invasive and it only itched for a day or so after, but they’d come in handy tonight. Maybe this was something that they could do for you to.

“Maybe next time you can. What if we give Y/n a tracking device like ours?”

Wanda sits up in surprise as she turns to see her brother seems to be completely serious. She hadn’t thought about this, and her mind is already racing with the possibilities. She could have found you earlier, and God forbid this happened again, she’d be able to find you faster at that time too. She can’t believe she’s actually humoring the idea, but her brother has a point. She thinks about who could possibly help her with this but it doesn’t take her long to find her answer.

“Could I borrow your phone? I need to call Tony.”

Masterlist

[crownofstardustandbone]

Of Vows and Happily Ever After

Sequel to "Of Second Chances and Small Joys", "Of Wedding Dances and Gravity", “Of Wildfires and Dandelions”, “Of Hopeless Hearts and Falling Stars”, "Of Open Houses and Forever Homes" and "Of Tragedies and Promises".

Full series can be found on AO3, "Stop the World on This Moment"

Buck tugs nervously at the sleeve of his jacket, heart racing in his chest as he waits behind double doors for the music to start so he can walk down that aisle and finally be Tommy’s husband. The first notes of an instrumental version of I See the Light start playing and his eyes immediately tear up, heart in his throat as the doors open and he gets his first glimpse of all of their family and friends gathered out on the lawn of the venue, Tommy in the distance waiting for him under a flower arch, a huge grin on his face and suddenly, Buck is moving.

He's no more than halfway down the aisle when Tommy breaks and moves, long legs carrying him forward until they’re kissing and he can hear laughter around them, but it’s so right he can’t even care that they’ve so thoroughly broken with tradition. Tommy smiles into the kiss and Buck can’t help but smile back, eyes fluttering open when his soon to be husband pulls back and nudges their noses together, a move that always makes his heart clench in his chest.

“Hey sweetheart,” Tommy murmurs and Buck’s smile goes wide and brilliant, all of the joy in him spilling out.

“Hey babe,” he whispers, “I think you were supposed to wait up there for me,” he says and hears more laughter from around them, both of them grinning.

“I couldn’t wait,” Tommy whispers, eyes shining with unshed tears and Buck’s breath hitches, chest so tight with emotion he feels like he’ll crack open with it.

“Let’s go get married then,” Buck encourages and Tommy nods enthusiastically, taking his hand and leading him up to the altar where Bobby is waiting, wiping away tears already.

“You two ready to do this?” he asks lowly and both Buck and Tommy nod, hands clinging to each other as a soft breeze blows and surrounds them in the gentle scent of wildflowers. “Okay then, let’s do it,” Bobby says with a grin.

He looks past them to everyone assembled and speaks.

“Who gives these two in marriage?” he asks, and the whole congregation responds with a hearty “We do!” that makes Buck laugh and swipe away tears, heart full to bursting that they have such a large, loving family to give them away to each other.

Bobby smiles and nods before turning his gaze to Tommy and Buck, “And you two, do you bring yourselves fully and unreservedly to this marriage?” he asks.

“We do,” they chorus and everyone cheers again, eliciting tearful laughter from Tommy, Buck and Bobby.

Bobby sniffles for a moment and then continues. “You’ve chosen to write your own vows, so please, share them with each other now and exchange rings.”

Buck nods and swallows hard before turning his gaze to Tommy, breath catching in his chest at the way adoration is shining in his warm, dark gaze.

“T-Tommy, from the first time I saw you I knew that I wanted you to be mine. I might not have known that I wanted to kiss you at first,” he says wryly and everyone laughs, including Tommy. “But from the first glance you gave me, it felt like my world had slowed, that you had stopped time, and it was just us, and in that moment I could see all of the things that we would be. You’ve shown me what love can do, what love can help you endure, and you’ve given me the strength to carry on when I thought I couldn’t. You see all of me and think that I’m enough, you’ve shown me that I am valuable and loved and shifted my whole world into something that’s better. I promise from this day until our last day to love you, respect you, and always fix the toothpaste tube when you squeeze it from the middle and drive me crazy.”

There’s a wave of laughter and Tommy joins in, tears on his cheeks as Buck continues.

“I feel like I found the light when you came into my life, and I hope that I can spend every day making you feel the same way, even when I leave my dirty socks on the floor and make you crazy.” There’s another wave of laughter and Buck reaches up to swipe at the tears that are on his cheeks as he continues, “I love you Tommy Kinard, and I’m never letting you go—you’re stuck with me now,” he says in a broken voice, tears falling hot and hard as he slips the ring on Tommy’s finger just in time for Tommy to surge forward and kiss him, salt on both of their lips.

“You’re stuck with me too,” Tommy whispers hoarsely against his mouth and Buck nods, clinging to him until Bobby clears his throat and they step apart, tears and smiles alike on their faces.

“Tommy, your turn,” Bobby says, voice thick.

Tommy nods and swallows hard for a moment before speaking.

“Evan, you were an adorable mess when I first met you and I thought to myself that maybe this would be something fun, something good for both of us for a little while, but that we were in such different places in our journey that it wouldn’t be a long term thing, but that would be okay. And then you brought me the worst coffee and asked me to be your date to your sister’s wedding and I thought, god, I like him and the more I got to know you the stronger that feeling got.”

Eyes going soft, Tommy squeezes his hands and continues, sliding the ring onto Buck’s finger.

“It took me a long time to see that this is where we were headed, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but that day after the wildfire, when I picked you dandelions and you didn’t think it was stupid? That was the day I knew I was a goner for you Ev, that was when I knew I wanted to spend every day of our life picking you dandelions and waking up next to you.”

Tommy’s voice breaks as he continues and Buck feels fresh tears fall on his cheeks.

“I spent years in a blur, and then suddenly you were there and my world stood still. I know I’m where I’m supposed to be, because you’re here with me and I swear I don’t give a damn about the socks, I’ll pick them up forever if it means I get to be with you,” he says, voice cutting out as Buck surges forward to kiss him.

They press together, brow to brow as they cry, smiling widely and rocking gently in place, so overjoyed there are no words anymore.

Closing his eyes, Buck savors the moment, knowing that he’ll remember it until his last moment on this earth.

Eventually Bobby clears his throat again and they pull apart, but don’t go far, arms wrapped around each other’s waists as he smiles at them, tears on his face. “By the powers vested in me by the state of California and a really sketchy website, I now pronounce you husband and husband,” Bobby says loudly, grinning as a tidal wave of noise greets his words. “You may now kiss,” he says wryly, joining in on the laughter as they tangle together again, kissing each other deeply.

Eventually they break apart, grinning so wide it almost hurts, holding hands as they turn to face the crowd and Bobby declares, “I am overjoyed to present to you all, Evan and Tommy Kinard-Buckley!”

Laughing in joy as the crowd of their friends and family roar with delight and throw flower petals at them, they make their way down the aisle and around the corner, ducking into a small alcove where Buck presses Tommy against the wall and kisses him senseless.

They’re found eventually and towed away for pictures and then food and dancing, day slipping away into evening until Buck finds himself exhausted but still swaying slowly around the dance floor with his husband.

Lips press to his temple and he smiles softly. “Any regrets?” he whispers, grinning when Tommy laughs and shakes his head, lips brushing against his temple once more.

“Nope,” Tommy murmurs back, “you’re stuck with me,” he says, echoing Buck’s words earlier.

Pulling back to grin at him, Buck leans in for a kiss, “Always,” he promises, fingers trailing down from Tommy’s broad shoulder to brush gently against the dandelions in his corsage that match the ones in Buck’s.

“Always,” Tommy echoes and kisses him again, gentle and sweet and so full of love it makes his heart ache nearly as much as it had when Bobby had hugged him after the service and whispered, I’m proud of you son.

Curling his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, he tucks his face in against his throat and sighs happily, swaying along with the music. 

This is the first day of the rest of their lives together and he can barely wrap his head around that, can barely comprehend that just two and half years ago they didn’t know each other at all. Everything has shifted in his world, from all those years ago when he was chasing down a dream he didn’t even fully know, and now here it is, in his arms.

“I love you,” he murmurs sleepily, sighing happily when Tommy kisses his hair and murmurs I love you too sweetheart, always.

And that sounds pretty damn good to him.

[avintagepumpkin]

The Lotion Aisle NSFW

Trigger Warning- perv Eddie, smut

AN- I've never written smut so forgive me if it's bad

Not proofread

Eddie wasn't sure why he was standing in the lotion aisle staring at the many different brands, considering he didn't wear lotion in the first place, yet here he found himself. Lifting a random bottle to open and sniff it, he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. All he knew for sure was that it was a certain scent.

Eddie had noticed it the first time he met you, he had smelled it on others but it didn't smell anywhere near as good as it did on you, he figured it must of had to do with your body chemistry. He knew it must have been a lotion since it seemed too light scented to be a perfume.

Picking up a bottle and then sniffing only to be met with disappointment, he continued his search, mumbling an expletive after each fail. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke his search.

"Eddie Munson, do my eyes deceive me, or are you sniffing lotion bottles like some creepy freak?"

Eddie's heart dropped at your words, creepy freak. Not only did his crush think he was a freak but a creepy one.

A light shade of pink fluttered over his pale cheeks. The sight caused you to stop in your tracks. You did not mean to call him a freak, a creepy one at that.

Embarrassment overtook your body, and you froze.

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I truly hope I didn't offend you."

Eddie looked at you for a moment, leaving your heart pounding in your chest, before finally sighing and walking over and putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Sweet thing, I could never be offended by you,"

Smiling at him, you slapped his chest.

"So why are you smelling lotions?"

"Oh, my aunt has a birthday coming up, and she likes smelly things."

He offered a smile, hoping you'd buy his lie. Not realizing you had no reason not to.

You walked over to the lotions, and eddie followed, grabbing a bottle, opening it, and lifting it to Eddies nose.

"This one is my favorite. I wear it all the time."

Eddie closed his eyes as he took in the familiar scent.

You noticed the way he took the scent in.

A part of you secretly liked it. The way his face filled with pleasure made you bite your lip. You had a huge crush on him.

"Smells as amazing as you do,"

he said as his eyes opened and met yours.

His words caused your heart to flutter and your face to burn.

Thankfully, your mom's voice telling you it was time to go helped to cover any embarrassment. 

"See you at school on Monday,"

You waved as you rushed to meet your mom.

Eddie just stared, watching as you walked away. His heart was beating so fast as he had caught the way he made you blush.

He couldn't believe that you might actually like him. god, he hoped it wasn't just his imagination. He grabbed the same bottle of lotion you had shown him, paid, and rushed back home.

Locking his bedroom door encase his uncle came home early, he put the lotion next to his bedside table, stripped his clothes off and grabbed last years yearbook, flipping to picture of you wearing a short skirt while sitting on a bench next to your friends, with the words "Munsons girl" badly scribbled in his handwritting with a heart drawn on your shirt.

He flopped down on his bed and put lotion on his hands, bringing them up to sniff before reaching down and wrapping around his hard cock.

Staring at the photo while slowly stroking up and down the shaft, he imagined your small hands in the place of his. He swiped a bit of the lotion across his nose so he could smell you as he pumped his hips faster.

"God Y/N, your mouth feels so fucking amazing"

Eddie whimpered as he kept his eyes on your picture.

He gripped his cock harder.

He pictures your tongue circling the tip, slowly taking it into your mouth and sucking as hard as you could, then letting it pop out leaving a trail of saliva that he wipes across your lips.

"God, your mouth is so warm and wet,"

The thoughts cause him to pump harder and faster, cupping his balls and lightly squeezing them.

"Yea baby work that cock for daddy"

He begins to feel his balls tighten and that fuzziness in his stomach, letting him know he was close.

Jerking his cock faster and harder, he leans forward and kisses your picture before standing up and laying the yearbook on the bed.

Standing in front of the book he starts working himself again, his hand twisting and tugging his cock.

"Open that gorgeous mouth for Daddy,"

letting out a loud guttural moan he grips his cock harder lightly shaking it as he shoots his cum all over your picture.

"Oh baby, you're amazing."

His body shakes and quiver, and he leans down

"Now let Daddy clean you up,"

He says as he licks all of his cum off your picture.

Hearing the frontdoor open he quickly dresses himself and puts the yearbook away.

"Thank you, baby, you were perfection."

Picking up the lotion bottle, he kisses it

Putting it in the drawer, he walks out to join his uncle, he couldnt wait to see and smell you again on Monday.

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

The Mobster’s Wife

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus size reader

a/n: hey cuties, this is my first time writing a Mob AU so I really hope you all like it. Please read the warnings before moving forward.

warnings: 18+ Minors Dni Mob AU, mentions of being a mobster and implied themes, no graphic details, angst, arranged marriage, crying, reader has body insecurities, implied body shaming (not from Lloyd), cooking and eating mentioned, doubts of infidelity (but nothing really), overthinking, fluff, soft moments, kissing, mention of sex but nothing happens, flirting. Let me know if I missed anything.

words: 5.3k

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated

-> Next Chapter ; Drabbles ; Asks

Some say you are happiest on the day you become a bride.

In your case, you didn’t even know what to feel. A cloud of confusion wrapped you up when you walked down the aisle. All eyes on you, judging, measuring and probably calculating the outcome of this wedding.

Your eyes landed on the man you were destined to call your husband. His jaw sharp, beautiful blue eyes that had a sense of dominance in them, plump pink lips making a straight line, making it hard to read what might be going in his mind. But the feature that stood out most on his conventionally beautiful face, was a neatly trimmed moustache.

Everything was mechanical after that, the vows, the rings, the kiss, everything. Cheers and claps brought you out of the trance and it hit you suddenly that you were indeed married at that point. You were Mrs. Hansen.

Dinner involved loud toasts and speeches, mainly with the intention of impressing your husband. Everyone wanted to be in his good books, and why wouldn’t they? Lloyd Hansen was one of the most powerful and influential mobsters of the city. And the man lived up to his image.

Even though everything was so loud around you, you didn’t miss the absolute silence that surrounded your husband and you. And that silence continued when you found yourself in front of your new house, a massive one.

Being the daughter of a mobster, you were not unfamiliar with luxury and riches, sure you tried to stay away from all of it as much as possible because you didn’t want to be a part of the mobster life, in fact you wanted to get out of the city, the country if it was possible and live an independent life, away from it all.

But life had other plans, or rather your family. You hardly knew the man you got married to. His house spoke a lot about him, you realised as you walked inside his grand home. Dark hues all around, had a gorgeous glow, minimalistic and fashionable, a lot like the man who was walking beside you. The silence still there.

It was only broken when his men entered, they exchanged a few words, your focus on taking in the interiors of your new home.

When they left, your husband turned towards you, as if finally seeing you. The more his sharp gaze took you in, the more insecure you felt about yourself. You wrapped your hands around your upper body and looked down, but his gaze didn’t leave you yet. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. The heat was gone in a moment as a cold voice reached your ears.

“Your room is upstairs, you can decorate it however you want to.” Lloyd spoke, his first words to you “My room is downstairs and I like my privacy. I don’t expect much from you but there are certain rules you must follow. There are areas in this house which are off limits. The rest you are free to explore unless I tell you not to, in case I have some important meeting here. Don’t go out of the house without informing me. I’ll arrange a car for you.”

There was complete lack of emotions behind his voice as he went on with the rules.

“I expect you the follow the rules, another thing I expect from you, but won’t demand, is for you to cook for me.” And with that Lloyd left you behind making his way upstairs. When he saw you weren’t following him, he stood in his place and sighed.

“Do I have to invite you? I’m showing you your room, hurry up I don’t have all the time in the world.” Lloyd didn’t try to hide his irritation.

So that was how your married life was supposed to be. Sure it was an arranged marriage, you weren’t expecting love. And you knew from what you had heard about Lloyd that he wasn’t exactly a soft man. You wondered what this marriage had in store for you, as you went up the stairs.

With a huff, Lloyd opened the door of your room. You both went inside. A big but dull room, not like the rest of the house you saw. Perhaps a guest room?

“This will be your room from now on. No one will disturb you here. If you want to buy something for your room, or something for yourself go ahead. here keep this card.” Lloyd gave you a credit card. You were still in a haze about everything. Was this how mob marriages were supposed to be?

Before the wedding one of your main concerns was to share a room and a bed with a stranger. At least that won’t be a problem. But you didn’t feel relieved at all, a pit of doubt formed in your stomach. Was this all happening because of your appearance? He must had known how you looked before agreeing to the marriage right? Or maybe you were overthinking and this was just how most of these marriages were. Mobsters had the image of being with many women. Perhaps Lloyd was one of them.

All you could do was nod to let your husband know you had understood everything. With that Lloyd left your room. As the door shut, a little harshly maybe, all the negative thoughts came rushing to you, and it didn’t help when you ventured in front of the mirror and saw yourself in your wedding dress. Alone, on your wedding night.

You used to have some insecurities about your body but you had tried your best to overcome them and you were definitely in a much better place. That was before you were left alone in that big room, on your wedding night.

It was difficult to explain, because not that you were eager to be sleeping with a stranger, a mobster, the worst ideas about what he might do to you and your body had already flashed in front of your eyes many times before the wedding. Mob families were full of misogyny, hence there was an unspoken, actually sometimes directly spoken rule of pleasing the husbands, and always doing what they said. You were nervous and scared about your wedding night, but even with those multiple thoughts, being left alone somehow didn’t cross your mind. Did Lloyd leave because he didn’t like the way you looked? Did he leave because he wasn’t at all attracted to you?

Lloyd didn’t even talk to you properly, or ask anything about you. Just informed you what he wanted to and left. You hardly knew him but you sure wanted to learn more about the man you were supposed to spend your life with, unfortunately or fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with Lloyd.

Your luggage was already there in your room and you changed into something comfortable. The bed was big, and soft. You lied down and covered up yourself with a blanket. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Tried your best to fall in slumber. And you did, eventually after some turning and tossing.

The next morning you woke up and got ready for the day. You made your way down towards the kitchen. All it took was a little exploring, and you found some ingredients and utensils to make a simple breakfast. You didn’t know what Lloyd liked so you decided to stick to classics. Toast, eggs, bacon and a fresh pot of coffee.

Soon you could hear footsteps towards the kitchen, and the confidence the footsteps had, made it clear, it was none other than the owner of the house. You looked at him, even in the morning he was well dressed, hair neatly gelled back.

“Morning” you wished Lloyd and in return got a nod. “I’ve made breakfast, didn’t know what you like-” you couldn’t finish before Lloyd made his way towards the dining table, and started reading a newspaper. Clearly not interested in listening to whatever you had to say.

You took a deep breath, and tried to deny the little pang you felt in your chest. Serving the breakfast on a plate, and pouring coffee in a cup, you took it to the table and placed it in front of your husband. His face was still behind the newspaper.

“I hope you like the food.” And finally the newspaper was out of the way and Lloyd looked straight into your eyes. His piercing gaze had quite an effect on you. No further words were exchanged.

Lloyd started eating and you joined him on the table with your food and coffee. You wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Lloyd’s focus was on the food, his phone chimed and his focus shifted towards his phone. You gave up and started eating.

He was soon done eating and with a quick ‘thank you’ he left you alone. Again.

And that became your routine for the next few days. You were alone most of the time, explored the house, the parts you were allowed to see of course, got acquainted with it. There was a Television in your room and you decided to binge watch something, to keep yourself distracted from other things.

The only time you weren’t alone was during breakfast and sometimes dinner, Lloyd generally accompanied you. He had informed you he was usually out during the day so no need to prepare lunch for him and that sometimes he would come home late so not to wait for him. You always prepared dinner for him though, when he was late you kept it in the fridge. Left a note there, to let him know.

One night, when Lloyd was late again, you decided to wait up. When he arrived it was quite late. You were sitting at the dining table, reading a book to stay up.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd’s deep voice made his presence known. You were quite invested in the book so you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“I’m- I was waiting for you to come home” Lloyd sighed and ran his fingers through his now slightly disheveled hair. “How was your day?” You asked bravely, hoping to get some response from him. Anything.

“I told you, you don’t have to stay up for me. You should have gone to bed.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to check on you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lloyd sighed again. “And to answer your question, I’m alive aren’t I? So you can get from that how my day was.” You gulped and looked down.

“I’ve made dinner.” You almost whispered.

“Yeah I can heat it and have it on my own, you don’t have to stay. You can go sleep.” Only if he understood that you wanted to stay.

Or maybe he did understand that, and that was why he wanted you to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with you. Not like Lloyd had not done or said anything to make you fee otherwise. The time you spent together felt obligatory or just to maintain decency. You wished him a good night and went back to your room.

There wasn’t much change in the following few weeks, except you stopped trying to make conversation with your husband. You did what you were supposed to and kept to yourself.

“I have a party to attend today” Lloyd spoke while you two were having breakfast. Why was he informing you suddenly? He hardly ever told you his plans for the day. Was he- was he inviting you to go with him? You got lost in your thoughts and Lloyd tried to figure what you might be thinking.

“You’re invited as well but you don’t have to go, I’m don’t think you’ll like the company.” Oh, it wasn’t an invitation. You nodded. Of course Lloyd didn’t want you there. Why would he? He would probably be embarrassed if he was seen with you. The man was quite attractive, gorgeous beautiful ladies were desperate for him. God they’d probably lick his wounds if he just spared them a glance. There was no way he would want to be seen with you.

You let out an ‘okay’ and focused on eating. Lloyd could sense something going on in your head but he didn’t know you enough and shouldn’t assume anything. As usual he was finished eating before you and he left the table with his usual ‘thank you’.

Sleep felt like a distant thought that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of Lloyd and what he might be doing in the party. Did he have a mistress, or many? Was that another reason he didn’t want you at the party, would she be there?

You desperately tried to remove those thoughts from your mind and think about positive things, but you didn’t find any. Eventually your mind got tired of thinking and let you sleep.

The next morning you had breakfast alone. No sign of Lloyd. Later you got a call from him.

“I’ll come home early today, I have a meeting in the evening. I’ll have some people over. And I don’t want you to come down tonight when the meeting takes place, understood? Stay in your room.” And as soon as he was done speaking he hung up the phone.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was evening. You had already prepared dinner so that you won’t have to go down later. Unfortunately you didn’t bring up any of that food to your room.

It was getting late and you were getting hungry. Maybe if you quickly grabbed some food it won’t be a problem. Besides, the meeting was taking place in the office, which was far away from the kitchen.

You silently went down and opened the door of the fridge, but before you could do anything, an angry, very angry Lloyd appeared behind you.

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions?”

You kept quiet, looked away.

“Answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’m sorry I just-“

“You’re sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I told you not to come down. It was a simple and clear instruction. Are you that dumb?”

And the angrier his tone got, the more you lost control of your emotions.

“I-“ You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Are you fucking crying right now? Is that supposed make me feel bad when you’re the one who didn’t follow instructions? You know what, I’m done talking to you. Go up to your room and cry all you want there. Just not in front of me. I have a meeting to get back to. I don’t have time-“ The tables turned, and it was Lloyd who couldn’t finish his sentence this time. You ran past him. Went up to your room as quickly you could and shut the door.

Lloyd sighed and went back to his meeting. You on the other hand cried your heart out. Everything piled up together and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. In that moment you truly realised how alone you were. You had no one, and your husband hated you.

When Lloyd’s meeting got over, he went to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door of the fridge to get his dinner, he realised there was another container of food, resembling the one kept for him.

Oh fuck. You must had come down to get your dinner. Lloyd closed the fridge and made his way up to your bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but his feet were moving on their own towards your room, before his mind could process much.

As he stood outside your room, he could hear your cries. Lloyd didn’t feel much for people, but something about you was breaking all his walls and he was nervous about it. He barely knew you. Lloyd didn’t trust people easily. That didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all to see you cry. To hurt you unintentionally. He was just trying to protect you from any kind of possible danger.

Lloyd realised that damage was already done and it would be better to give you space. That was how your husband always tried to make you feel comfortable, by giving you space. If he only knew it was having the exact opposite effect.

The next day you didn’t show up for breakfast. Lloyd found the kitchen empty as well as the dining table. He realised he had royally fucked up. Or maybe you were simply late? But you were never late.

Lloyd decided to wait for you. His day was comparatively less packed. An hour turned into two. Still there was no sign of you. With a deep sigh. Lloyd made his way up to your bedroom. He knocked on your door.

You woke up early in the morning after crying yourself to sleep last night. But you didn’t feel like leaving your room. You were still wrapped up in your blanket when you heard the knock on the door. Maybe Lloyd was angry because you didn’t make breakfast, but to be fair you didn’t really care about it at that moment. Dragging your feet towards the door, you opened it.

Your eyes were puffy due to crying. But you made sure not to drop a single drop of tear in front of your husband. No words came out of you, you didn’t have anything to say to be fair.

“You should get something to eat.” Lloyd managed to speak out, his voice had no anger. A little concern maybe but you were too upset to notice.

“I don’t feel like eating”

“But you-“ Lloyd cleared his throat “you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday” A humourless chuckle left your mouth.

“That doesn’t concern you does it? It’s not like you care.”

“Doesn’t matter if I care or not” Lloyd replied.

“You don’t care, just admit you don’t. Admit that you are embarrassed by me and that’s why you didn’t want anyone to see me. That’s why you were so adamant about me not going down wasn’t it? You are ashamed of me.” Your voice was slowly getting louder.

“You think I asked you to stay in your room because I’m ashamed of you? The people who were attending the meeting were dangerous people, bad people, I wanted you to stay here so that you were safe. I was trying to protect you.”

“Really? Everyone is afraid of you, what possibly could those people have done?”

“Well I’m not going to justify my decisions. It’s my responsibility to protect you and that’s what I was doing.”

“Fine, even if that was the case yesterday, what about the day before, when you didn’t want me to go to that party, huh? You even said I was invited, still didn’t take me with you, why? I’ll tell you, it’s because you are ashamed of me.”

“The only reason I didn’t take you with me is because I have heard you don’t like the mob world. I thought this marriage is already a burden for you and that I shouldn’t trouble you more by making you attend these parties.” Lloyd spoke loudly but only to make his point. But he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for making you feel that he might be ashamed of you. That wasn’t the case at all. Lloyd knew this marriage was just a deal, between two Mob families. Of course it wasn’t an ideal marriage, and whatever he had heard about you, from his different sources, was that you didn’t want to belong in this world of violence, but unfortunately you got married into it. So giving you space felt like he was doing you a favour.

Lloyd wasn’t always proud of everything he did but he knew it was necessary. That made him believe the less you knew about him, the less you would dislike him. He didn’t want his wife to dislike him, or worse, be scared of him. Hence pushing you away seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.

But in that moment, Lloyd realised keeping you at distance had a reverse effect than what he had intended.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t realise you felt like that.” You kept quiet, still looking away “Hey look at me.” And you did.

“There is actually another party tonight, I wasn’t gonna go anyway, but if you want to, we can both go together.” You weren’t really in the mood to attend a party, but if it was just crumbs you were gonna get as hopes of spending time with your husband, then you were gonna take them.

“Alright. We can go together.” Came your reply, and Lloyd gave you a nod.

“Let’s have breakfast now come on.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” You asked and he shook his head.

“What do you wanna eat?“ You asked.

“I was thinking about cooking today. Do you like pesto eggs?”

For the first time in your married life, you didn’t feel that distant to your husband. It wasn’t like you both talked a lot, hardly in fact, still it felt like the air around you was a little more relaxed than usual.

The pesto eggs Lloyd made were truly very delicious.

“This is so good.” You commented without looking up from your plate. Lloyd smiled.

Your husband had some work to do, he went to complete them in his home office, while you decided to do something about your current cried out appearance. You were nervous about what to wear for the party.

Finally settled on a long black dress that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, just the perfect fit, most importantly one that looked pretty good, and made you feel comfortable.

When Lloyd saw you in that dress it was very hard for him to not keep staring at you. You always looked so cute but tonight, wow.

“You look nice.” You weren’t used to many compliments. And thus you didn’t really know how to respond to them and decided to stick with the classic response, ‘thank you’

“You look nice too.” It was true, actually Lloyd always looked so handsome. You would be lying if you said you haven’t stared at him from time to time when he wasn’t looking.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent. Both of you stole glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. One time you caught Lloyd looking at you and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. Before getting out of the car Lloyd finally broke the silence.

“As I had said earlier, these people might not be the best company for you, but since we are here, let’s try to have a good time. But if something happens, if you feel uncomfortable or even boring, just let me know and we’ll leave. Alright?” You nodded as a smile appeared on your face. Maybe he did care about you.

The party was truly nothing you had ever seen or experienced. Mobsters, rich businessmen, influential people everywhere, not to forget the gorgeous women adding to the grandeur of the party. And the air carried a distinct smell of alcohol mixed with hints of danger.

It was all kind of overwhelming, and something about the party wasn’t sitting right with you, maybe simply because it was all new to you, and also because Lloyd rightly said those people weren’t definitely your ideal company.

Lloyd introduced you to some people before excusing himself when he was called by others. You tried roaming around but the way most people looked you up and down, scanning, wondering how you were chosen as the lucky one to be Lloyd Hansen’s wife made you feel uneasy.

You tried to ignore the whispers and poorly covered laughs, you even heard things like ‘her father must be very influential and rich if Lloyd married someone like her’ and ‘of course this marriage is nothing but a deal, look at them, they don’t fit together’

Their words finally got to you when your eyes began to moisten. You made your way towards the bar, but there were too many people present. Who were you kidding when you thought you can belong in this world? Most of those people were either too heartless, too misogynistic or too full of themselves. Definitely not your type of crowd. Those people only understood money and power.

Your eyes automatically started scanning for Lloyd. You didn’t have to look much, as the man appeared right beside you.

“What’s wrong?” His question made you look away to wipe off any sign of tears, his words still fresh in your mind which had made you decide never to cry in front of him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. Did someone say anything to you?” His voice a mixture of concern and anger, anger which you could feel wasn’t directed towards you.

You shook your head. Technically it wasn’t a lie, no one said anything directly to you. Lloyd didn’t push you more on that topic. The way you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your hands made it quite evident that no matter what happened, you didn’t feel comfortable in that atmosphere.

“We’re leaving, come on. This party is too boring anyway.”

The ride back home was almost nerve wracking. Would Lloyd be angry at you? He did say you probably won’t like the party but you still wanted to go. And now you’re leaving quite early. Although Lloyd hadn’t shown any signs of anger towards you, the slight tick in his jaw made you feel worried.

As soon as you were home, you decided it’s best to get to the point and apologise before things could go wrong any further.

“I’m sorry.” Your random apology caught Lloyd off guard.

“Huh? What are you apologising for?” His question made you question yourself. Exactly, why were you? Except the part that you didn’t take Lloyd’s suggestion and still went to the party, you didn’t exactly do anything wrong, did you?

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry to disappoint you I guess.”

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Lloyd took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, answer me honestly, why did you want to go to that party? It was clear you didn’t feel comfortable there, and that those assholes aren’t exactly your ideal type of people. You have grown up in a mob family, I’m sure you know how those people can get, and I’m also sure you are not like them. So why?” You gulped. Lloyd definitely knew more about you than you expected, or he very quickly had understood a lot about you.

“I get so alone in the house. I didn’t want to feel so lonely, I wanted to spend time with you.” You answered without beating around the bush. Not that it didn’t make you extremely nervous to say those words. A smile, no a smirk appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“Hmm so my pretty wife wanted attention from me? If that was the case you could have just asked for it” Lloyd came closer to you with each word. But then the playfulness of his tone shifted to something more caring “Did I actually make you feel so alone?” You nodded

“Truth be told, I felt giving you space was what you needed. I know it’s not easy giving up your life and start living with a stranger, that to with a mobster. It felt like the less you know about me the better it would be. But now, I guess it wasn’t such a good idea.” Lloyd confessed and gently held your hand. “I’ll try to do better from now on.”

“Lloyd, you know, I thought you kept your distance from me because of the way I look, many people have implied I’m not beautiful before, so I got used to it. And when you didn’t interact much with me, even though I tried, I thought that was the case.“

“Who told you you’re not beautiful? Did someone insult you? Give me names, you know I can-“ Your chuckle stopped him mid-speech. You couldn’t help it, you liked the way he suddenly got all protective over you.

“Listen, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you have the most beautiful heart. Far too beautiful for an asshole like me.”

In that moment, he didn’t feel like Mobster Lloyd, but just your husband.

“Now coming back to the part where you wanted my attention,” Lloyd teased and you couldn’t help they way you felt warm. Your husband had a smirk on his face as he took in your form.

“How about you go get changed and come to my room?” A soft gasp escaped your lips on hearing that. Lloyd chuckled.

“Don’t worry I’m just inviting you to my room, not asking to have sex with you,” he paused and leaned closer to your ear “Unless you want to.” Shivers ran down your body, because of the proximity and his words. Involuntarily you bit your lip and tried to form a reply.

“No, um- not yet. I don’t even know you properly.”

“Well you don’t need to know someone to have sex with them wifey, hope you know that, hm?” Did the man know what he was doing to you? He definitely did, his cocky attitude and smirk made it clear.

“I know that, but you’re not just someone are you? You’re my husband, and I want to know you first.”

“You’re a smart girl, wifey. I like that.” A genuine smile graced Lloyd’s face “Alright then, freshen up and come to my room.” You nodded and quickly went to your room to get changed.

As you stood in front of Lloyd’s bedroom, you felt excited but also nervous, but before you could ponder much, Lloyd came out.

“Come on in” your husband held the door open for you. Lloyd’s room was not only big but matched his personality perfectly. “You look cute.” You weren’t sure what to wear so you decided to go with some comfy shorts and T-shirt.

“Thank you.” Lloyd motioned at the bed for you to get in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You sat down on the bed while Lloyd lied down beside you.

“Are you planning to sleep like that?” he asked you with a chuckle. Well he had a point, so eventually you lied down beside him.

It all felt so foreign, and so weird to be sharing a bed with your husband more than a month later after getting married. You were feeling overwhelmed, happy and sad at the same time.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Don’t think too much okay? Let’s focus on this moment.” Lloyd tried to be as sweet as he could. “I’m happy you are here. I don’t really know how to apologise because I haven’t had to till now, but I apologise for being rude, and hurting you.” You gave him a smile.

“Can we try to be there for each other from now on?” The sincerity in your tone and the soft expression on your face made Lloyd feel things he didn’t realise he could.

“Yeah, let’s try that.” His answer was good enough for you.

After taking your permission, your husband softly wrapped his arm around you. You felt protected. And not alone.

Lloyd leaned in and waited till you gave him a nod, then attached his lips to yours. This was different than the first kiss you shared together, on your wedding day. It was full of care and compassion and didn’t feel obligatory.

In that moment you were hopeful about the future and what it brought for the two of you. Maybe married life won’t be so bad.

“Hey, let’s get some sleep now okay? You’ve had a long day.” It was true, you could feel the exhaustion in your body. You gave him a nod.

“Although before we sleep, I have a very important question to ask” Lloyd asked seriously and it made you look at him curiously.

“What do you think about my Moustache?”

[iamthemain-character]

At Last I See The Light

anthony bridgerton x best friend!reader

she/her pronouns

TW: it starts out angsty, but we’re working towards a happy ending

bridgerton masterlist | part one | part three

a/n: sorry that there is going to be a part three, i ended up having a lot more material than i first thought! finals are this week, so i should be able to get this done soon! thanks for reading! <3

taglist: @jessyballet @wotcherboo

Y/n did not stay with the Bridgerton’s after the night in the library. She quickly left back to her own house, claiming there were matters that needed immediate attention. If any of the other siblings noticed a difference in the atmosphere, they were graceful enough not to mention it.

Y/n didn’t want Anthony to be the reason she completely broke contact with the Bridgerton’s, so after having about a week where she cried a lot processed her feelings, she did continue to visit with Eloise, Violet, and the other children. She avoided contact with Anthony as much as possible, but when necessary she managed to be the perfect picture of politeness. Sometimes the Viscount would try to strike up conversation, but Y/n would either leave or immediately turn to someone else. Petty? Yes, but the heart does not think rationally when hurt in love.

Finally, the dreaded wedding day arrived. Y/n considered feigning illness to avoid the ceremony, but in her heart of hearts she knew she needed to be there, even if it felt like a fate worse than death. As she dressed, Y/n held her necklace it in her hand. The delicate chain holding her birthstone in a teardrop shaped pendant, it was a gift from Anthony on her 20th birthday. She remembered the feelings of Anthony’s gentle hands brushing across the back of her neck, pulling away her hair and doing the clasp. Even then, she had loved him with all her heart. Swallowing the thickness that had risen in her throat, Y/n put on the necklace, for the last time she decided. After today, she would do away with Anthony, leaving only the Viscount Bridgerton in her life.

The wedding was exquisite, though not at all what Anthony had planned for himself whenever he did consider marriage in his past. Despite being part of a prestigious family, Anthony wanted a simple wedding, probably in the backyard of his summer home. But he was marrying the diamond of the season, and the Queen gets what the Queen wants. Straightening his shoulders, Anthony looked down the aisle as the corner of his eye caught movement. Anthony felt like he forgot how to breathe, seeing Y/n walk down. For a moment her eyes met his, and suddenly everything went quiet. For a moment, Anthony saw Y/n dressed in white, a veil framing her face as she walked to him with a bouquet in her hands. Then he blinked, and reality came crashing back in. Anthony couldn’t let this fantasies continue, he needed to get a grip, especially before his real bride came down the aisle.

Y/n’s heart dropped as she saw Anthony standing at the alter, and she had begun to regret not feigning illness. Still, she was here now, and there was no backing out. Trying to find an inconspicuous place to sit, Y/n froze as she heard Violet Bridgerton’s voice call out to her.

“Oh, Y/n dear, come sit with the family!”

Plastering a smile, Y/n turned and saw Violet gently smiling at her from the front. Row. With an open space that would give her the perfect angle to stare at the man she loved as he married another. Y/n half wondered if Violet wanted to torture her, but she made her way to the seat.

After that brief meeting with Anthony’s eyes, Y/n refused to look up again. Hands bunching up the fabric of her dress, she focused on the tiles of the floor, willing her mind to think about anything other than the man that was standing a meter away.

The music changed, and Anthony tore his eyes away from the woman sitting with his family on the front row. Edwina was coming down the aisle, the very picture of perfection and radiance, but Anthony found himself looking back to Y/n. She wasn’t looking at the bride with everyone else, instead opting to look at the harpist in front of her. Offering out his hand, Anthony moved through the motions of helping Edwina up to the alter, but his gaze kept slipping from her to Y/n. Finally, however, he tore his eyes and focused on his bride, giving her a small smile.

As the arch bishop went into his spiel about marriage, devotion, and love, Y/n started to feel like she couldn’t breathe. She really had thought she could get through this wedding, but suddenly it felt impossible. As the bishop asked, “Lord Bridgerton, repeat after me” the little that she had eaten that morning threatened to make a reappearance, and so in panic Y/n stood from her seat. Shocked at her own movement, Y/n felt her face burn as the whole of the church turned to look at her. The Bridgerton’s were trying to talk to her, the Queen seemed to be saying something, but their voices all were fuzzy and mumbled. Through the haze, however, Y/n could see one thing clearly: Anthony.

His face wasn’t upset or shocked, it simply was concerned. His look was one of pure adoration and love, and he wanted to do nothing more than to walk down the steps and take Y/n away, to make sure she was alright. In fact, Anthony almost did, but just as he went to move, Y/n seemed to gain sentience again and all but ran down the aisle and out the church doors. Anthony closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to let her go. Turning back to Edwina, he saw her face was contorted in confusion and pain. Her sister behind her looked both relieved and ready to kill Anthony. Anthony took a deep breath, nodding to the arch bishop to go on, but then suddenly Edwina clutched her skirts.

“Just give me a moment!” Looking at Anthony again, Edwina shook her head and ran down the aisle, following a similar path to what Y/n had done earlier. Kate and Lady Mary followed suit, leaving the congregation confused and the Queen furious. Anthony turned to his family, preparing himself for their confusion and Daphne’s pity but also assuredness in that she was right.

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“Because you love me?”

Anthony froze at the word love. Love had ruined his life, but he couldn’t possibly tell Edwina that now. “Because we understand each other. Our positions, our responsibilities, we can do that together.”

Edwina looked unconvinced, shaking her head as she turned away from the Viscount. “But you love her.”

“Excuse me?”

“You love Y/n, you always have, no?”

Anthony couldn’t reply, he just stood there in shock. At the mention of Y/n’s name, his heart had skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt small under Edwina’s surprisingly fiery stare. “Yes, but I cannot marry her, Miss Edwina-“

“Can’t marry her or won’t marry her, my Lord?” Edwina held her gaze, the meek and demure girl suddenly replaced by this confident woman as she confronted the man who had lead her on for so long.

Stepping closer to Anthony, she took his hand. “You have something most people can only dream of, including me. You have the love a woman who is perfect for you in every way that actually matters, though maybe not in the way you think it should be perfect. I want to hate you my Lord, hate you for using me to run away from your problems, but I can only feel pity for you. Pity because you and I have both spent so long trying to do what other’s wanted for us, but never following our own hearts.”

Edwina placed something in Anthony’s palm, curling his fingers around it. “Take this, and next time you put it on someone’s finger, make sure it’s for the right reasons. The ones that you have on your heart, not on paper.” With that Edwina left the room, calling out for her mother and sister. It would take a lot to convince the queen to forgive them, but despite having a ruined wedding, Edwina felt ready to take on the world.

Anthony uncurled his fingers, looking at his mother’s ring laying in his palm. Even from the moment he had received it from Violet, he had wished only to put it on Y/n’s hand. But Edwina was right, he had been running from his problems, from his feelings. But he knew what he had to do now.

Lady Whistledown certainly wasn’t kind to the Bridgerton’s and Sharma’s in her paper the next day, but for once Anthony didn’t really care. He had only half listened to his mother’s plans for damage control, instead spending the night thinking about how he would win Y/n back. He knew he had no right, but Anthony could only hope that her feelings were unchanged, and that he could finally find happiness with her.

Early in the morning, Anthony rushed over to the Y/l/n’s house. A bouquet of [favorite flowers] clutched in his hands, Anthony bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited to be allowed into the house. When the footman barely opened the door, however, nervousness washed over him. What if you had told all your servants to send him away? What if he never got to see you again? What if you hated him? What if-

“I’m sorry Sir, but she’s gone.”

“What?” Anthony’s racing thoughts took a plunge, and his whole body went cold. “What do you mean, ‘she’s gone’?”

The footman gave Anthony a sympathetic half- smile. “Miss Y/l/n left yesterday afternoon. I’m afraid I cannot say when or if she will be back, nor can I reveal where my mistress has gone. Good day Viscount Bridgerton.” He then closed the door with a sound click.

Standing on the step, flowers wilting in Anthony’s hands, he felt dizzy as the world seemed to collapse around him. Never had Y/n left before, not since before Edward Bridgerton had died. And now, she was gone without so much as a note or hint to where she was. Anthony felt panic set in, feeling as if he had been left all alone in the world once again.

[hinasakuino]

Boyfriend Material 2

BFM

♥︎Ft. J. Kirstein, A.Arlet, L. Ackerman,  E.Yeager, R.Braun, E. Smith

(Sfw & nsfw h/c about my fave boys! Modern au btw!) ((pps it’s kinda long bare w/me pls)) 5.6k words sfw & nsfw below cut! Mdni!

-Eren Yeager

(sfw )

 You’re not sure if you like or dislike Eren. He’s your best friend’s (step) brother after all. She seemed to find him annoying so you found yourself siding with her.  Eren Yeager was absolutely off-limits.

But then puberty hit and suddenly the teasing banter Eren provided turned into pure flirtation and attempts to get into your pants. 

It never worked. He was still annoying and way in over his head.  Besides, you were loyal to your bestie. Even after a heartfelt confession complete with flowers you rejected Eren per girl code, he was absolutely off-limits. 

Fast forward to college you’re on your way to your shared apartment with your best friend. She had been sick so you decided to pick up her favorite soup and tea as well as other items to speed up her recovery. 

Except the bitch wasn’t sick, she was fucking your boyfriend behind your back, and had been for a while apparently. The signs were all there and you ignored them. 

You kick them out, block their numbers, and decide to take a much needed break from reality and move back home to your parents' house. 

It’s shitty the first two weeks, nearly everyone in town is surprised to see you and it’s awkward telling everyone why you came back. You wonder if it’s petty to slander her name but ultimately decide you don’t care because she didn’t care about you or your feelings when she was with your boyfriend. 

You hear him before you see him. You can’t even gather yourself because you started your period today and wanted to run to the store and come right back home. It’s too late, he sees you, and damn does he look good. You pretend you don’t see him and continue looking for your brand of tampons. 

“(Y/N)!” Eren exclaims he leans against the shelf towering over you. You look up feigning shock. He’s smiling, he looks so damn good(!!!) still you stare, pretending you’re not interested. His smile falters and he clears his throat before looking at the products on the shelf. 

His face turns pink and he looks away apologetically. “Sorry didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He mutters. You break then, letting out a small giggle and shaking your head. 

“Grow up Eren, we're 23, girls get periods, it’s not the end of the world.” You joke. You grab a multipack and place it in your basket preparing to leave but he stands in front of the basket. 

“Hey! You can’t leave, we have to catch up like grown ups! It’s been like 4 years since I’ve last seen you. Are you still with that idiot finance major?” He taunts, raising his eyebrow. Now it’s your turn to blush, he was really going to do this? You thought to yourself. You shake your head and push the basket backward. It catches him off guard and he stumbles forward a little. 

“Hey! Y/N cmon I just wanted to talk.” He shouts. You freeze in place, anger flowing through you now. 

“Well let’s see, was in the process of getting my bachelor's degree when I walked in on your skank sister fucking my almost fiancé so life is just peachy.” You fake smile and watch as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The people in the aisle are now looking at the two of you and now you feel like you’re being a bitch. You sigh and look up at Eren annoyed. 

“Damn it must run in the family ‘cause my dad finalized a divorce with her mom like four months ago.” He says looking up thoughtfully. 

“The fuck? Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You snarl, he looks down at you worriedly and shakes his head rapidly.

“Oh my god, no, no sorry I was trying to make a joke. Sorry, sorry.” He holds show hands up apologetically but you ignore him, simply grabbing your purse and phone out of the cart you leave the basket and Eren behind. 

After a month of moping around, your parents convince you to get a job just to add productivity to your life. You agree and land a retail job that’s not too troublesome. Hell, you barely got above 10 customers a day, this was the life. 

Well, it was until you saw E.Yeager added to the schedule and then he came into the break room, earbuds in, his shirt unbuttoned slightly and his hair set in a low bun save for the few strands that remained untucked at the back. You groaned and slammed your locker leaving the breakroom.

“I train him?” You whispered to your boss in horror. She looked at you and smiled, she nodded her head and walked away before you could finish.  Eren was smirking, leaning against the register. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You mumble. He doesn’t say anything but does a mock salute and sits in the seat next to the register while you explain what each tab means as well as the general rules. 

He’s attentive and doesn’t interrupt except to ask questions and address certain scenarios. You even let him interact with customers. He does well. 

At the end of the shift, he offers you a ride home, you decline to let him know you already ordered a ride home. 

“Well at least let me wait with you until he gets here.” You look at him, it’s not a question but a demand. You don’t even argue. It’s silent at first but after a few awkward attempts of casual conversation, he convinces you to exchange numbers, just so he can make sure you get home okay. 

This goes on for months

Suddenly you’re back to your teen self, crushing on Eren fucking Yeager. You sigh defeatedly as you continue closing for the night, you were so lost in thought as you cleaned that you hadn’t noticed the rain started, you hurry and load up the ride app but it alerts you with something you already knew, no available drivers because of inclement weather. 

Your boss had already left for the night leaving you and Eren to close. He was already finished and ready by the front door. 

“Hey, can I get a ride home?” You shout at him. He freezes but nods, and you let out a breath of relief. You were going to be alone with Eren for 45 minutes, nothing new, you spent at most 12 hours with him daily, this was no different. 

Except it was, you knew he was onto you when he caught you on the third “sly glance.” 

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” He quips 

“The 2000s called, they want their joke back.” You retort. He smiles smugly and grips the wheel, your eyes linger on his hands longer than intended. 

“Hey, can I turn on the radio?” You ask, already flipping through the radio stations.

“Hey! Don’t go changing my settings, I just learned how to work this radio.” You laugh at his confession but in the end take his phone since it’s already connected, picking up on the last song he was listening to, you quirk an eyebrow up and look at him smirking. 

“What?” He asks defensively.  “Didn’t know you had great taste in music is all.” You smile and look away into the stormy mess outside. The rest of the car ride is quiet until he drops you off. You’re about to get out when he calls your name softly making you look at him. 

“Can I give you something?” He asks, his cheeks are tinted pink, You nod slowly, looking at him expectantly. 

“Close your eyes first.” He whispers. You do as he says, and you swear you feel your heart jump in your throat when his seat belt unbuckles. He leans forward and grabs your chin, his fingers are so warm against your skin, that you can’t help but lean forward into his touch, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

 (Nsfw)

 Of course, he’s a good kisser, and it doesn’t stop there, soon he has you pinned in the passenger seat, nearly folded in half while he grinds his hard-on into your clothed pussy. 

“I knew it.” He bites out “I knew you liked me.” You don’t deny it, instead, you bite your lip in an attempt to stop the noises pouring from you. He smirks when you let out a sharp whine. You look up at him through your lashes, and it drives him crazy because he rocks harder, pressing his dick firmly to your center. 

“You gonna sneak me inside?” He asks,  whatever spell he has you under has you snapping up and peering out the fogged up windows to see if your parents were home. 

“My parents are home.” You say lamely, he chuckles and crawls back to his seat. “So are you sneaking me in or not?” You look at him sheepishly and shake your head no. 

“It’s cool, least now I know I’m right.” He mutters, you hide your face from him as you make sure you’re decent, when you exit the car he pulls you in for another kiss, this one is quick and careful like he’s holding himself back. 

“Text me when you make it home.” You whisper, he nods and watches you exit the car.

The sudden shift in your relationship with Eren makes things a little difficult at work. 

Like if you’re left alone for the day, he’s almost always at your register making you laugh, or if you both happen to be on break he sneaks you into his car where you kiss until your lungs burn from not getting enough oxygen. 

“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper into his ear, you’re parked outside of your house once again, this time you’re planted on Eren’s lap. His grip on your hips tightens and he presses his forehead to yours groaning.

“Eren?” You ask curiously, he’s got his eyes closed, focused. 

“You’re going to be trouble.” He mumbles into your neck. You giggle and kiss his temple. You pull back grinding on his cock. He takes in a deep breath and his hands smack your ass in a warning. 

“My parents aren’t home.” You sing in his ear. That’s all it takes to get him moving. You giggle the entire way to your room, he shakes his head. 

You undress silently, it’s almost awkward but you catch Eren giving you lingering stares as he relaxes on your bed, tugging at his cock. 

“Get over here.” He whispers,  you do as he says, crawling the length of his legs, you straddle his lap. His hands are on you in an instant. He teases your slit, you’re already so wet.

“If I didn’t come upstairs, would you have touched yourself to the thought of me?” He whispers, his breath is warm against your arm, you’re so lost in his touch you have trouble with your words, reduced to simple head nods and moans. He chuckles and spreads your folds with one finger. You gasp aloud when he starts working his finger in and out of your slick hole. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He mumbles, crashing his lips to yours again, He’s everywhere, kissing your neck, grabbing your ass, and pressing wet kisses to your hard nipples. 

“I’m gonna cum soon.” You say in warning, he ignores you and continues fingering your pussy faster, now rubbing your sensitive bud to bring you closer. 

“ Mmm ‘ren please..” You moan wantonly in his ear, he adds a second finger, you feel so full and so good it brings you to your orgasm, a moaning mess in his arms. 

“Good girl, cum for me baby.” His fingers slow, and you’re shuddering against his frame moaning softly as he continues finger fucking you. 

“Look at you, so pretty.” He mutters you’re coming down from the orgasm, gasping and clinging to his shoulders. While he whispers sweet nothings to you.

You couldn’t even bask in the moment because you hear the sound of your parents entering your house. You’re off his lap and scrambling to throw some sweats on while Eren fumbles to put his clothes on.

“Y/N! Who’s car is parked outside my house?” You hear your father yell up the stairs, You ignore him and make sure your hair isn’t too messed up, when you can’t style it like it was this morning, you settle for two low puffs. 

“Y/N!” You groan and look at Eren who is laughing silently. 

“It’s not funny, We probably should’ve gone to your place.” You groan, There’s a knock at your door, and then it opens revealing your nosy parents. 

“Please keep this door open in this household.” Your mom says. You ignore her but still Introduce them to Eren. When they leave you crawl back in his lap. 

“Umm, should we be like this?” He asks nervously, whatever your dad whispered to him was already settling in his thoughts. You giggle and capture his lips with yours. 

“We can always go to your place.” You mumble kissing his neck. His grip on you tightens and you smirk. (Honestly lolol I forgot to back this up & this is all I was able to rewrite sorry cause there was way more. Like 3.6k words alone just for Eren.)

-Reiner Braun 

 (sfw)

(S/n: Reiner’s is short bc I’d marry this man, and ik his D game is fire, excuse me for indulging myself in the nsfw :))

Doesn’t understand for the life of him why you stick around but he doesn’t complain. Ever since he met you he found you…interesting, you always provided him with a laugh when he needs it, and there was something about the way you always cared for everyone in your friend group.  You were a constant thought in his mind.

 He helped you move into your house without complaining, your movers ended up calling in leaving you with two full truckloads of furniture and personal items to deal with. He saw you crying as you sat in your driveway and for some reason he found himself walking over to see if you were okay.

He was nice about it though, listened to your rambling, and when you were done he offered his help, he even called in some friends, but by the end of the night, it was just you two, sitting on the newly built furniture drinking beer and listening to each other retell embarrassing stories. It’s the night you start to crush on him. 

Fast forward to knowing Reiner for a year and every day he’s been over to your house or vice versa. 

You were going crazy, after a year of missed opportunities,  you decided to either admit your feelings or simply move away.  Well, you weren’t just moving away, you got promoted to the job of your dreams, paid vacations, paid time off, and the best benefit, healthcare! Along with the promotion came a relocation, and you just so happen to confess to Reiner a little before you received the news that you were moving.

It was kind of shitty and almost childish of you but after the latest stint of rejection from Reiner, you impulsively listed your house for sale the same week. 

He hasn’t seen you in a week. He’s been busy with a new project at work so he was leaving before sunrise and arriving home when the sun was long down. 

Reiner’s outside getting the morning paper as well as Yesterday’s mail when he sees the sign. He does a double-take, spitting the coffee out of his mouth when he reads it. Without thinking, he throws the items down and jogs across the lawn separating the two of you. He yanks the sign from the ground and pounds on the door to wake you. 

“Reiner, what the fuck? It’s like seven in the mornin-” You trail off looking at the sign in his hand. “Did you rip that out of my yard?!” You exclaim, pulling the sign towards you. 

“You’re going to leave because I couldn’t match your schoolgirl crush?” He attempts to joke but you don't do well masking the hurt in your eyes, you look away from him and take a deep breath. 

“Um no, I got a new job offer actually. Getting salary paid, making big bucks.” You coughed awkwardly. He stood in silence still staring at you. 

“Did you need anything else?” You ask softly meeting his gaze. He looks pissed and it makes you feel even more awkward but still, you hold his gaze. He’s the first to l look away.

“I just wish things were different for us is all.” He looks at you once more and walks away.

(nsfw)

The more he walks away the more you feel tears prickling at the back of your eyes. Reiner crosses the yard and then you’re yelling his name, making him turn around. You run to him, and he meets you halfway, embracing you tightly as you start to cry. 

“I’m an idiot, a huge fucking idiot.” He mutters into your hair, you’re inconsolable, clinging to his shirt pathetically, but still, he hugs you closer, even bending to carry you back to your open door. 

Inside he sits you both on the sofa, you kiss him immediately your hands find purchase in his hair,  you grip the hair at the nape of his neck tight, he hisses in pain but he doesn’t stop you. 

He lets you take lead, your kisses are angry, and you bite his bottom lip, tugging enough to make him groan again. His hands trace your curves, and he shows extra attention to your ass, kneading both cheeks of fat. It makes you gasp, cause now he’s pressing his front to yours and you can feel how hard he is just from kissing.

You stop kissing him to moan lewdly in his ear as he continues moving your hips over his erection until you just can’t take it. 

“Reiner I need you to fuck me.” You moan out, he pauses what he’s doing and takes in a shaky breath. You look at him and he leans forward to kiss you, all while nodding his head.

“Come on.” He says once he breaks the kiss, you get up and lead him to your bedroom, you sit back on the bed watching as he throws off his shirt, you do the same, revealing your soft mounds, you lay back on the bed when he approaches you, sliding out of your shorts, he grabs hold of one of your ankles, and pulls you to the edge of the bed. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispers, he kneels down on his knees to kiss up to your legs until his breath is ghosting over your pussy. Your hips lift involuntarily and he puts an arm over your hips to hold you in place. 

He kisses up your slit, and stops to kiss you right only your clit. You gasp lightly and squeeze your eyes shut, you couldn’t believe this was happening. It doesn’t take long until he’s licking and suckling on your clit, the pleasure washes over you in waves. 

Your hands grip the sheets when he adds a finger in, you moan aloud and toss your head back trying to focus your breathing.

“ ‘m gonna cum.” You whisper it but you know he hears you when he laces his hands with yours, he adds another finger to curl into your soft spot, you feel your orgasm approaching, just as you’re about to whine out, he pulls away, you sit up partially prepared to complain, but you see him taking his pants off and looking around your room. 

“Um, I have condoms in that dresser.” You say softly, he nods his head and walks to the dresser you pointed to, they’re sitting right on top, so he grabs one and moves quickly to join you in bed. When he has the condom on, he taps your leg, a signal for you to open them wider but you shake your head no and push him so that he’s lying flat on the bed. 

You lean forward to catch his lips in a heated kiss once more, this time he reciprocates with more power, easily reducing you to mush when he holds your neck tight squeezing lightly. You break from the kiss to climb in his lap, you slowly ease yourself onto his throbbing cock, and he moans softly into your neck.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good.” He whispers. You moan meekly in response, putting all your focus and effort into lifting yourself up and down on his cock. He lays flat watching you work yourself to a quick orgasm, He only joins in to help when your legs begin to burn, he holds you up and slams up into your pussy. 

You cry out, biting your lip to suppress your moans, it’s all so much, that all you can do is lean forward and take it, the squelching of his dick going in and out is so loud it’s all so overwhelming. You close your eyes when you feel the waves of pleasure erupting again. You cry out desperately, gasping to let air in, it feels so good and so right that when you float back down you feel tears slipping past your eyes. 

“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?” Reiner asks he pulls out so fast and you gasp, whimpering at the loss. 

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He asks turning you both so that he could look at you. 

“Sorry I’m just in mourning that this was probably our first and last time like this.” You say trying to joke. He doesn’t laugh, so you open your eyes, meeting his gaze. 

“You know, I’m not opposed to moving if it meant I’d get to see you like this every day.” He smiles at your shocked expression. 

“You don’t have to say that just cause you didn’t get to nut.” You choose to joke again but from the serious expression on his face, you can tell he’s serious.

“Listen I didn’t know happiness until I met you. I thought that if I kept things safe with us you would realize that you could do better.” He looks away from you now. You frown at his words, your hands linger on his cheek, tracing patterns there until he takes a hold of your hand. 

“Reiner I don’t know how many times I have to say this but I was in love from the moment I first met you.” You whisper he closes his eyes and brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

“So what do we do from here?” He asks. You reach between the two of you to his half hard cock with a mischievous grin on your face. He moans when he feels you stroking him.

“Let’s start with this, big guy.”  

-Erwin Smith

(sfw)

 You catch his eyes lingering on you more than once. It’s awkward considering you’re his assistant, but you don’t mind, nor do you complain. 

Erwin Smith, ceo big shot was known for his good looks and his demanding work schedule, there was a reason he had an assistant for his assistant the man just worked too damn much!

You were hired after spending the summer at his company for a temp position before being offered fulltime. 

Your assistant, Sasha Blouse, Had called in once again so your workload was doubled. You utilized her absence to work at her desk where you were out of Erwin’s sight, finally feeling comfortable enough to focus on the task at hand. 

Four hours go by, and you don’t even notice until someone is knocking on the desk making you look up. 

“Oh, Mr.Smith. I’m so sorry. I was wrapping up those emails. Are you ready for your lunch meeting?” You asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You notice he’s holding out a cup of coffee towards you and you accept it graciously. 

“I didn’t see you in the front was wondering where you ran off to is all. Come take a walk with me.” He says, his hands are in his pocket, and he looks damn good today, the powder blue dress shirt he’s wearing today brings his eyes out, did you mention he looks so damn good?

You stand, making sure your computer was locked and then you grab your phone and follow after him. 

“Ackerman has canceled all lunch meetings for this week, so I figure as a reward I’d take you out for lunch.” You blush at his words, knowing it’s not an actual date and if Sasha was here today it would be the three of you but the thought of being alone away from the office makes you nervous. 

“Where to?” You ask when you’re standing in the parking garage. 

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks and you tilt your head thoughtfully before settling on Pork katsudon. On cue, his stomach growls, and you both laugh. 

“Pork Katsu it is then!” 

The rest of the day goes smoothly after lunch Erwin stays outside his office to talk with you, and then you’re both busy finishing the workload for the day.

“See you tomorrow Mr.Smith.” You call out to him, he appears in the doorway just as the elevator arrives. 

“See you tomorrow (y/n) get home safe.” He stands against the doorway, you feel his eyes on you when you enter the elevator. It’s only when the elevator doors are nearing close that you dare meet his gaze. You thank the lord when the doors shut because you can see that he has that look again like he wants to devour you.

(nsfw)

The next day you debate calling off but then you see Sasha’s email. She beat you to it. You groan and sit up tossing the covers off you think back to yesterday. The work wasn’t that bad, and you got free lunch. 

Your face heats when you think of Erwin yesterday. You’ve worked with the man for nearly six years, yet yesterday seemed like the most he’s ever talked. It was kind of weird. 

You shake it off and sort through the makeup you were going to wear today, settling for a nude look, you finish quickly then go to your closet looking for an outfit.

You settle on an all-black pantsuit with black pumps today, choosing comfort over fashion today. When you arrive at the office, Erwin isn’t in yet. You let out a sigh of relief and begin unpacking your breakfast, eggs, and a muffin with your morning coffee. 

The day starts off slow, Erwin enters the office at almost nine. He looks good, he’s wearing a plain black suit, with gold accessories today. You greet him and inform him of the work you started so far, since he was late you reschedule his meetings for another day at the same time. He thanks you and you exit his office shutting the door behind yourself. 

Like the day before you throw yourself into work. Erwin barely comes out of the office, you decide to order take out, at lunchtime considering you already know Erwin’s order. 

When the food arrives, you knock on Erwin’s door and he lights up. 

“Oh geez, I didn’t realize it was this late, thanks (y/n)!” He accepts the food and drink and you smile. 

“Hey, are you free after work?” He calls out to you when you make it to the door, you glance back at him and he has that look like he wants to eat you up. You look up at him slowly, through your lashes, biting your bottom lip, and you nod your head yes.

“We should get a drink. If you’d like.” He blurted. You raise an eyebrow and smile. 

“I’d love to Erwin.” His cheeks tint pink when you call him by his name. Then you leave the office, going to your own meal. 

Not even five minutes later, Erwin is out of his office and walking to your (Sasha's) desk. 

“Excuse me if I’m being forward, but I can’t get you out of my mind. I thought maybe I was just having a stint, you know my schedule I can’t have time for romance. But something about you,” He pauses and stares at you, looking your over once more. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly. Your eyes go wide, the drink you’re sipping on spills on your front, you choke a little, quickly grabbing a napkin to wipe up the mess. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to this.” He says reaching forward to clean up the spill as well. 

“No It’s fine, I wouldn’t mind being kissed by you.”  You smile at him sweetly.  He freezes and looks at you. You close your eyes and clench your legs this man was going to be the death of you.

Erwin takes your hand and pulls you up to stand, he fits his hand on your lower back and pushes you closer to him. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. 

He’s hesitant as if waiting for your reaction. You’re quick, swiping your tongue on his lower lip, he opens his mouth and your tongue grazes his, and you feel him stiffen up, you moan into the kiss, his hand now on your ass squeezing.

“My office?’ He asks and you nod your head rapidly,  still breathless from the kiss. 

You follow him closely and he shuts the door, locking it behind him, he closes the shades and then his attention is back on you. 

“You look so fucking sexy.” He whispers, he’s on you, holding you by your neck to kiss you, This kiss is much more demanding and explorative. He kisses you like he’s starving, and you’re the first meal he’s had in ages. He pushes you back until your legs meet the desk behind you, he breaks the kiss, and carefully places the items on his desk in the chair, you help him clear the desk and laugh at the fact that he didn’t throw everything to the ground. 

He picks you up and places you on the desk when yall are done clearing it and then he’s back on you, standing in between your legs.

A wave of confidence washes over you when you see the bulge in his pants. You fumble to get his belt loose but then he pulls away. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He whispers looking down between you too. You ignore him and clap when you’ve undone his belt. Then you're undoing his zipper, and pulling his cock ut from his underwear. He sucks in a breath and steadies himself holding onto your hips for leverage.

“Fuck (y/n)...” He moans breathily when you stroke him slowly. It encourages you to squeeze him harder, playing with his balls as well.  His breathing becomes erratic, and he’s rocking his hips into your touch, soon you have him spilling in your fist. You don’t hesitate to taste his cum, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. 

He grabs your chin and pulls you into a heated kiss, not even caring that he could taste himself on you. 

He trails his hand to your front, undoing the buttons to your blazer,  you’re not wearing a bra underneath, so he has access to your breast, and your nipples immediately hardened after being exposed. He leans his head down to capture a peak in his mouth. 

“Oh my god, Erwin!” You gasp out,  he swirls his tongue and then sucks your nipple then does the same to the other. He continues to do this while pinching and rolling your nipple until you’re squirming on the desk, desperate for friction to your needy cunt. 

He runs a hand across your front, caressing your pussy through your panties his hand is so big compared to yours, your pussy throbs just at the thought of him inside you. 

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” He says in a husky voice, you bend forward to meet his forehead just as he pushes your panties to the side. He runs a finger up your slit, you moan softly closing your eyes when he pushes a finger in your velvet walls. You feel yourself clench around him and have to gasp out in short breaths.

“Feels good baby?” He asks. You nod your head swiftly. He smirks at your whines and starts a pace loving the way you squeeze around him.

You move your hand to play with your breasts while he fingers you so teasingly slow. You throw your head back, and allow yourself to enjoy this pleasure, he adds another finger and more pressure to your clit, with the combined stimulation to your clit and nipples and Erwin’s soft lips kissing up to your neck, you cum hard, gushing on his hand and completely ruing your bottoms. 

When you become too sensitive, you grab his arm and stop him from sliding into you again. 

“How close is your place from here?” He asks pulling away from you. You chuckle weakly and fall back on the desk. 

“Not that far, you’re going to have to give me a second.” You chuckle breathlessly, you watch as Erwin fixes himself up, Sasha picked the perfect week to call out of. You smiled at the thought.

A/n: Listen you know how you hear of ppl having laptop issues and losing a bunch of works? Yeahhhhh I didn’t have space on my laptop and then I had to delete some stuff, and THEN I ended up deleting bfm2 so I had to re write most of it. :/ I hope you all enjoy though. <3 Levi 100 follower special will be out later this week, and then I’m taking a short break to work on this demon slayer au! Requests will be closed after the Levi fic is posted! Once again enjoy <3

[xutokawa]

aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined. 

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you. 

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back. 

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague. 

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret. 

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago. 

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. 

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind. 

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat. 

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling. 

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving. 

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands. 

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger. 

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust. 

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

[cherienymphe]

Bloodied Crowns (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, STEPCEST, murder, violence, abusive realtionships, Tony x reader, prince!Peter, king!Tony, queen!Reader

➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

➥ based off of this ask

summary:  When your husband, King Anthony, is killed in a coup staged by his son from his previous marriage, Peter, you are forced to marry the young man who no longer feels the need to hide his feelings.

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Peter was only eighteen when you married the king, the stern monarch losing his wife only a few months prior. The engagement and the wedding happened so quickly, and before you knew it, you were married to King Anthony Stark. Truth be told, you’d feared that you’d never marry at all, and that you’d bring shame to your name, but a stroke of luck, or perhaps misfortune, had put you directly into the king’s path.

Your family had attended the queen’s funeral to pay your respects. It had been drilled into you to catch the eye of an available suitor, as it had been many times before, and while you were disgusted that you could not even properly pay your respects to the royal family, you understood your parents’ desperation. You were twenty-eight with no prospects on the horizon. They had no other children, no sons, your mother unable to conceive after yourself, and so the weight of carrying on the family name was solely on your shoulders.

Your family was not poor by any means, but you were far from wealthy. That being said, your mother spent an outrageous amount to get you the most captivating black dress money could buy. It was not something that would draw too much attention, but enough so that you did not look like a grieving widow yourself. When it was your turn to pay your respects, you recalled bowing to the young prince, the brunette barely acknowledging anyone’s presence. It was rumored that he and his mother were close, that he’d taken her death very hard, and the way he seemed to stare right through you confirmed as much.

When you bowed to the king, apologizing for his loss, you could feel his eyes on you. This was nothing you concerned yourself with. After all, you were speaking to him and he you, but when you rose, you were taken aback by the intensity you found in his dark eyes. Where his son seemed to look through you, the king could not seem to take his eyes off of you. No one else seemed to notice, and, brushing it off, by the time you returned home, you had forgotten all about it.

Until a few days later when a royal guard was at your door. You were being invited to dine with the king, the invitation extending to your family as well, and although you were confused, you knew you could not refuse. Even if you wanted to. The dinner was nice, and you were a bit surprised at how easy it was to get along with the king. You never thought him cruel, but you’d heard that he was a rather stern man. After supper, he extended the invitation to staying at the castle so that you would not have to travel back so late in the evening. Your mother answered before you had the chance to, and it was no surprise to you that the answer was yes.

The castle was so different during the night. It seemed less welcoming and more ominous, and you found it hard to sleep that night. Convinced that the corridors would be empty, you quietly slipped from your chambers and made your way down to the kitchens. There were still a few servants lingering about, cleaning or preparing for the next day. You felt guilty for bothering them for something to drink.

“Nonsense, my lady. I would be more than happy to get that for you,” a younger girl by the name of Guinevere told you.

“Oh...please,” you waved her off. “No one is around. Call me Y/N.”

Her eyes seemed to sparkle as you told her your name, but she said nothing more as she gave you your water. The dark corridors did not scare you, but the eerie silence was a bit off putting, especially in such a grand structure. You had turned the corner to make your way back to your room when you bumped into none other than the prince. You had almost dropped the drink, and you placed your hand on your chest in an attempt to still your heart.

“Your highness. My apologies, I did not see…”

Your words died in your throat as the prince fixed you with a look that made your stomach churn. You snapped your mouth shut, swallowing as he simply glared at you, brown eyes looking so much darker. You had not seen him since the queen’s burial, and he did not look much better than he did then. Before you had a chance to say anything else, he had shoved past you, almost making you drop the goblet in your hand, and a low gasp escaped you as your other shoulder harshly met the wall. You turned to watch him go, shock and confusion pouring through you, wondering what you had done to offend him so.

It was only a few weeks later did you get your answer.

“I...I beg your pardon?”

The king reached for your hand, a soft breeze ruffling his dark hair as he brought it to his lips. They were soft as they brushed over your skin, and the corner of them curved upwards into a smile.

“Everything is already being arranged, but...this is my formal proposal. I need a queen, Peter needs a mother, and you are everything I could have hoped for,” he told you.

You stared at him in shock, feeling as if the world had been ripped out from beneath your feet. Your mind whirled as you tried to make sense of this and where this had come from, and suddenly, the puzzle started to piece together. The countless dinner invitations, the gleam in your parents’ eyes, the hushed conversations...the prince’s animosity. You were being courted by the king this whole time...and you’d been none the wiser. His chuckle pulled you from your thoughts.

“When your mother told me that you could be quite oblivious, I thought that it was a simple exaggeration.”

He found humor in your distress, you realized, and you swallowed.

“I do not know what to say,” you slowly breathed, and you watched him tilt his head at you, a frown beginning to form.

“You say yes,” he said with a scoffing laugh as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

You realized that to anyone else, it would be.

“Your majesty...I feel as if we’ve only just met. Surely, you would allow me time to think-.”

“Think about what?”

His hand tightened on yours, and you winced. He leaned in, genuine confusion in his dark eyes as he stared into your own.

“I am a king telling you that you are to be my queen...and you are hesitant?”

The severity of the situation suddenly dawned on you. Anthony was a king. You were a mere lady attempting to refuse his proposal for marriage, and your heart sank to your stomach. You blinked at him, and his face suddenly smoothed over as he sighed.

“Ah. I understand what this is about…”

“You do…?”

He softly smiled at you, reaching up to brush his thumb along your chin.

“You come from an acceptable background. You are beautiful and smart and kind. I assure you, this is genuine. This is not some poor attempt to cope with my grief. In all honesty, my marriage to the queen was over long before she died,” he told you.

You looked away, realizing that you were not getting out of this. Whether you liked it or not, you would be marrying the king, and with reluctance and a shaky voice, you accepted his proposal. He straightened when you did, a look of satisfaction on his features, and he looked as if he wanted to kiss you. You were thankful that he did not.

The wedding took place only a couple of months later, every nearby royal, and even some across the water, in attendance. It was a grand and beautiful affair, no expense spared, and it was days later that you found out it far outshined his first wedding. You remembered feeling sick as you walked down the aisle, the feeling only getting worse as your gaze met that of the prince.

In the time since the official engagement, you had interacted with the prince only a handful of times. Each time more disastrous than the last. You told yourself that he was grieving. His mother’s death was sudden and had hit him hard and here his father was, marrying again so soon. You did not fault him for his cold behavior. He was young, after all. You would expect nothing less, to be honest, but you could not lie and say that it did not hurt.

Unfortunately, even after the marriage, he did not soften towards you. Every attempt to get to know him was met with nothing short of loathing, and you finally accepted that he would come around in his own time. The last thing you wanted Peter to think was that you were trying to replace his mother. You did not know how long this would go on, but you did not expect it to be more than a year. 

You were wrong.

“I throw that kid the best birthday celebration a nineteen year old could ask for and this is how he shows his appreciation? By not even having the decency to show up?”

Tony was angry as he sipped from his goblet, glaring down at the attendees dancing below. A wonderful number was being played by a string quartet, several single princesses in attendance, and an hour into the celebration, Peter was still absent. You placed your hand on your husband’s arm with a sigh.

“I am sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for it, Tony. He will show,” you tried to assure him.

His shoulders sagged as he slammed his drink down, and his eyes softened as he turned to you. He reached for you, and you flinched, but he paid it no mind as he brushed his finger along your cheek.

“You are far too nice to him...and he hardly deserves it,” he whispered.

“He’s your son,” you reminded him with a frown. “Do not talk about him like that.”

“He’s ungrateful,” he spat.

“He’s grieving,” you argued.

“It’s been a year,” Tony sneered. “How much time does he need?”

You sharply turned away, swallowing a sigh as anger flared within you. Sometimes Tony could be so insensitive, amongst other things, and it baffled you. Peter lost the only mother he ever knew, and Tony was treating it as if it was something minor. After a few more moments, you excused yourself under the guise of needing some air. In truth, you were determined to track down the prince.

It was not a hard task. He tended to frequent the same places when he called himself hiding. You found him deep within the grounds, lounging on a branch high up in the tree. It was getting late, the sun currently setting, and you held up the skirts of your dress as you trudged towards him. You knew that he heard you, and you resisted the urge to sigh as you stood below him. Your heart ached for him as you could not even begin to imagine what he was going through. After all, you still had both of your parents.

“Peter,” you eventually called.

He yet again pretended as if he had not heard you, a hurtful habit of his, and this time you did sigh.

“Peter, please come down. Your father is concerned about your whereabouts, and...and I am concerned about you. I-.”

“Why have you deluded yourself into thinking I care about how you feel?”

His tone was cold, venom coating every word, and your heart clenched. He rarely spoke to you, every time he did as cold as today, but this was different. You were unsure of what to say, and before you had the chance to remedy that, he was hopping down. It was a bit cool out, and his coat flared behind him as he strode towards you, face hard and nostrils flared.

“Why have you deluded yourself into thinking that I care about you at all?”

You reared back, staring at him with wide eyes. His words hurt, that you would not deny, and as much as you fought against it, you could feel a familiar burn behind your eyes. You swallowed, briefly glancing down as you took a step back.

“Peter-.”

“My mother was not even in the ground properly before you came sniffing around my father like a bitch in heat,” he sneered.

Your lips parted, wide eyes staring at him in shock at his words. You had never seen him look so hateful, borderline murderous, and you suddenly realized that this was about more than grief.

“P-Peter...that… That is not what happened-.”

“Isn’t it?” he wondered, taking another step towards you. “Do you think me stupid? Blind? You think I have never known of the way so many women prayed on my mother’s downfall?”

“I never-.”

“Do you think that I do not know that you all came to her funeral not as mourners, but as vultures? As desperate snakes trying to slip your way into my father’s bed so that you may take her place?”

“No! That is not what happened-!”

“You are no different from the rest!”

He was practically upon you now, glaring down his nose at you with so much disgust it finally made the tears spill over.

“I always knew that you were a desperate and conniving whore…”

You gasped, more tears falling at his insult. He raised one dark eyebrow at you.

“...but I never took you for a liar too.”

You were frozen as he looked you over one last time before breezing past you. You shook, unable to stop the tears, and you felt like you were going to be sick. You had no idea that Peter’s disdain was in fact not misplaced due to grief, but was instead as genuine as could be because he thought you to be something you were not. This knowledge made your heart hurt, and it turned out that you were not as adept at hiding your feelings as you thought.

“What troubles you so?” Tony wondered later that night, his hand on your shoulder as you sat at your vanity.

“Whatever do you mean?” you asked with a small smile.

His gaze met yours in the mirror, and the way his jaw clenched told you that he did not have much patience tonight. His fingers pressed into your skin, and you swallowed. You looked away, eyes blurring a bit as you recalled Peter’s cruel words.

“Peter hates me,” you confessed.

You heard Tony heave a sigh, and you turned to look up at him. He ran his hand through his hair as he rolled his eyes.

“That kid hates everyone and everything,” he replied.

“No, Tony. You do not understand. He believes me to be something I am not. He thinks that I schemed my way into marrying you, that I am trying to replace his mother-.”

“Peter will be just fine. He will grow to get over it in time,” was his enlightening reply, and you stood.

“But it is not true. Tony, does this not bother you? Because it bothers me! He should be like a son to me. He should be looking to me for guidance and care, and he curses the very ground I walk on. It hurts,” you spat, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Tony’s entire demeanor softened, and he pulled you into his arms. He pressed his lips to your cheek, and you winced at the soreness before he took your chin in between his fingers. He tilted his head at you.

“I love that you’ve grown to really care about him. It warms my cold heart…”

You forced a chuckle at that.

“...but Peter has always been a bit difficult when it comes to me and anything in relation to me. His mother is really the only person he ever really connected with. This will pass, I assure you.”

You reluctantly accepted that Tony just did not care about this as much as you did, and likely never would. Against your better judgement, you opted to let it go, and softly exhaled when Tony pressed his lips to your jaw. He trailed kisses down your neck, tightening his arms around you.

“As much as I enjoy your big heart, I would rather not spend the rest of the night discussing my troubled son,” he murmured, lips finally finding yours.

You did not know if you would ever grow used to making love to Tony. The only time he had ever been anything close to gentle was on your wedding night, and you had still cried, waking up sore and bruised. It eventually dawned on you that this was simply how Tony was, but it did not mean that you had to like it. 

The years that passed did not improve things as you’d hoped they would. Tony was still the same as ever, and Peter was no different. Your conversations with the prince were rare, but every one was brief and left you with a paralyzing chill. When he was not speaking to you, his animosity was enough to force you to keep your distance. The hurt that his behavior caused never got any easier. 

“When you have a child of your own, this will mean nothing to you,” Tony would assure you.

However, it only did the opposite. Even though Peter was not your own, it did not mean that you viewed him any less, and you knew that would not change when you finally did have a child. Whenever that happened. You and Tony had been trying for years, and there was still nothing to show for it. It was a great source of stress for you both, but Tony was taking it much harder than you.

“They say that it took many tries before they were finally able to have Peter, and even afterwards...the queen was never able to conceive again,” Guinevere had whispered to you one night.

“Oh,” you sadly said. “How awful…”

The blonde girl had glanced around the busy kitchen before leaning in.

“The king will never admit it, but many believe that he was the problem, and considering he is experiencing the same thing with you…”

Your heart sank as she trailed off, and despite everything, you found yourself feeling sorry for your husband. Many would argue that you should feel sorry for yourself. After all, it was a popular opinion that the woman’s womb was always at fault, and kings have gotten rid of their wives for less, but you knew that Tony was far too possessive of you to ever do such a thing.

It was a subject you wished you could talk to Peter about. He knew his father far better than you did, and sometimes you wished you could get some insight on how to make this better for him, but Peter was disgusted by your very presence. There came a time when you reluctantly accepted that it might always be this way, but everything changed when Peter was only a few weeks shy of his twenty-third birthday.

Tony, ever the showoff, was having a ball every week for five weeks straight leading up to the night. It was the second gathering when he had dragged you out of the great hall. His hold had been tight, steps hurried, and you forced yourself to swallow down the pain. The corridor was dimly lit and equally as empty, and tears of frustration were kissing your eyes.

“Tony-.”

“I saw you,” he spat.

“Saw me what? Saw me greet one of your friends? Because that is exactly what King Steven is to me and nothing more!”

His dark eyes were hard as he pressed his fingers into your arms, lip curled over his teeth as he sneered at you.

“He desires you. It is plain as day, and he has never been subtle,” he bit out.

“Somehow I am at fault for that? Steven is a bachelor in every sense of the word. That is how he is, and you know it-.”

“Yes, but I thought to myself, surely my loving wife would have the sense not to entertain his antics!”

“I was being polite,” you told him, wincing at his tight grip. “Just because you are only ever nice to people when you want something-.”

You swallowed your words with a sharp shriek, pressing your hand to your hot cheek as the tears finally spilled over. Your eyes were on the floor as Tony shook you, a scathing remark on his tongue, no doubt, when he suddenly stilled, swallowing whatever he was about to say. His sudden change confused you, and you hesitantly looked up only to realize that his gaze was not on you. You turned to find Peter standing just at the entrance of the corridor, his wide eyes on the two of you. 

Tony was quick in straightening you up, and you hurriedly looked away as he acknowledged Peter.

“Why are you not enjoying your celebration with your friends?”

It was a while before Peter responded.

“I noticed that you had slipped out, so I came to find you. I had hoped to continue our...conversation from earlier,” the prince answered.

When you turned back around, you avoided Peter’s eye, but you could still feel the weight of his gaze. Tony’s hand was rubbing into your back as he responded.

“Of course. Sweetheart, you will excuse us, won’t you? Peter and I have much to discuss, and I am sure the other wives are missing your presence,” he said, turning to you.

He threw you a tense and threatening smile, and you shakily returned it with a forced one.

“Of course. I shall see you in there when you return. Peter,” you acknowledged as you hurried past him, avoiding his gaze still.

You did not return to the hall though, but instead made your way down to the kitchen. It was filled with servants, and Mary Jane gasped when she saw you. She and Guinevere were always joined at the hip, but the other girl had been ill for the last few days. The redhead dropped what she was doing, shooing another servant off of a stool before grabbing your arm.

“My God,” she breathed.

The other occupants tended to the food and drinks, much too used to seeing you down here twice a week or so. Mary Jane pressed a cold piece of steak to your face, and you hissed.

“Is it that bad?”

“It is swelling already, your majesty,” she said.

You shifted on the seat, holding the cold meat to your face as you shooed her off.

“I hardly notice how hard he hits anymore. It still manages to shock me every time though, and I have no idea as to why,” you whispered.

She was just about to reply when another voice rang throughout the kitchen.

“Everyone out.”

You turned with wide eyes, confusion tearing through you at the sight of Peter just at the bottom of the stairs. Everyone seemed to hesitate for a moment, worrying about the food, no doubt, before eventually heeding his order. Mary Jane, no stranger to your relationship with the prince, threw you a worrying look before being the last one out. Peter seemed to hesitate as well before huffing, quickly approaching you.

You moved to stop him, but he was already pulling the red meat from your cheek before you had the chance. He stared at your skin for a while before putting it back in place. You held it there as he leaned against the counter, a familiar look of anger on his boyish features.

“This is not the first time this has happened,” he murmured.

There was no need to respond. It was a statement, not an answer. The silence was heavy, thick with tension and filled with words unspoken. Outside of that night, this was the longest you had ever been alone with Peter, and the first time you did not feel uncomfortable in his presence.

“You did not want to marry my father...did you?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, lips parting to refute such a blasphemous statement, but no words came out. Words failed you. Peter was a smart young man, always had been, and you were sure that he would see through whatever lie you pieced together.

“Of course, it was not like you could refuse if you wanted to. He is a king, and you were a mere lady,” he said more to himself than you.

You sighed, putting the steak down as you stood.

“My father has never been kind to anyone in his life. I do not know why I thought you were an exception…”

“Peter… I do not want this to affect how you view your father, do you understand?”

He simply frowned at you, and you continued.

“He is not without his flaws, this is true,” you slowly said. “...but he is still your father. In his own way, he loves you and only wants what is best.”

Peter stared at you for a while before scoffing, a humorless laugh not far behind. He pressed his hand to the counter as he stared at you with a look of shock.

“My father does not deserve you,” he said, almost as if he could not believe it.

He chuckled again, pressing his hand to his forehead.

“All this time, I thought that the two of you deserved each other. I hated you...and now...now I just feel sorry for you. For both my father...and me…,” he quietly finished.

“Peter-.”

“I have been nothing but cruel to you, and for that I am sorry. I am sorry for the things that I have done...and the things that I have said.”

You blinked, convinced that you would never hear those words. They warmed your heart, and you looked away.

“It’s alright. You believed what you believed, and if I were in your shoes, I might have believed the same. Your feelings were valid, Peter,” you told him.

He blinked at you.

“I never wanted to replace your mother. That is still not what I desire...but I am here. I know that there is only a decade between us, but I have come to love you like a son despite everything.”

Peter’s eyes softened, and you could see the guilt there.

“I never wanted to rush you, even now, but I hope that you will view me the same one day. Tony is no longer your only parent, and I am always here.”

Peter looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he held off.

“I should get back before your father comes looking for me,” you said, heading for the stairs. “Oh...and please refrain from provoking him.”

You looked to Peter.

“I may dislike him at times, but I do not want to send him to an early grave.”

Peter simply hummed, sending you a strained smile before you left him to find your husband.

You remained in the corridor as the angry voices bled through the door. Both Tony and Peter assured you countless times that their strained relationship was none of your concern, but it could not be helped. They had never had the best relationship, but if possible, it had soured even more over the years, and you were unsure of who to blame.

The minute Tony started to get more serious about grooming Peter for the throne, things had gone from tense and strained to borderline violent at times. Not only did the two have such opposing views when it came to how to run the kingdom, but your husband had been pushing the idea of marriage more and more lately. It had only gotten worse when Peter neared his twenty-fifth birthday, the party on that fateful day ending abruptly when Peter had stormed out.

You were pulled from your reverie when the door swung open. Peter was the first one out, and he held up a hand as you moved to approach him.

“Not now, Y/N,” he huffed, quickly striding down the corridor with a frustrated sigh.

Tony emerged not long after, and you moved to kiss him, knowing that it would soothe him for the time being.

“That boy will be the death of me,” he complained.

“You both provoke each other, and I do not know why,” you told him. 

“He has duties! He is twenty-five and nowhere near taking them seriously. It seems that he is determined to ruin me,” he spat.

You sighed.

“Would you like for me to talk to him?”

“You seem to be the only one he actually listens to, so by all means,” he gestured down the hall, face cloudy.

You patted his chest before leaving him, wondering if a day would come where you would be a functional family. You and Peter were nowhere near what you used to be, and for that you were eternally grateful, but his relationship with Tony was far worse than it had ever been, and you did not know how to even begin to fix it.

You found Peter sparring with his dueling instructor. The sound of clashing swords was loud, and you rounded the corner, wincing when Peter just narrowly missed a rather dangerous blow. He motioned for the other gentleman to stop once he spotted you.

“Come on his behalf, have you?”

“Peter,” you sighed.

He snapped at the other man.

“Give your queen a sword, will you? Come,” he was talking to you now. “Spar with me.”

You reluctantly accepted the other man’s sword, a grimace on your face as you stepped forward.

“I am a horrible dueling partner,” you complained.

“Nonsense, Y/N. You are far better than what you were a year ago,” Peter said with a chuckle.

Your heart sank a bit at the sound of your name, but it did not distract you from blocking the swing of his sword with your own. Peter smirked at you.

“See?”

“Peter, this is not why I am here,” you told him.

“Of course not,” he calmly said. “My father knows that between the two of you, you are the only one I actually respect. He believes that you have some sway over me...and I am not reluctant to admit that he is right.”

He blocked your blow, quick to do so again when you swung your sword down towards his legs. He eyed you, a bit of pride in his gaze.

“Very good,” he praised.

“I was hoping to talk you into agreeing to some sort of compromise with him. Any compromise, really.”

Peter let out a humorless laugh, spinning before bringing his sword down over his head. Your eyes were wide as you lifted your sword, the sound of them clashing meeting your ears.

“There is no compromising with that man. He is determined to bring this kingdom and all of its subjects to ruin, and he wishes for me to just stand back and watch. He does not hear a word I say,” he spat.

He swiped his sword at you, several times and in several different successions. Unable to keep up, you were not surprised when your sword was knocked from your hands. You did not flinch when the tip of his blade found your throat, confident that Peter would never hurt you. He pressed the tip further, eyes locked on yours, and you swallowed.

“Do you agree with him?”

“Of course not,” you honestly answered.

Peter lightly dragged his blade down your neck and towards the top of your dress, his eyes following its movement before he quickly snatched it away. He tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to continue.

“You know I do not agree with how your father runs this kingdom, but I have no say. I never did. Believe it or not, Peter, you have much more influence than I do.”

He turned away with a disbelieving laugh.

“Somehow, I doubt that…”

“Look, I am going to say something that I know you are not going to like,” you suddenly said.

Peter did not respond, so you continued.

“I think that you should consider marriage.”

You saw him straighten at that, back tense, and you rushed to say something else.

“If Tony feels that you are taking your future seriously, then he will be more inclined to take you seriously.”

He turned to you with a withering look, and you rolled your eyes.

“Do not look at me that way. I am not saying that you have to marry some poor girl right away, but at least make an effort to look around, and show Tony that you are attempting to meet him halfway,” you advised.

Peter gave you a hard stare for the longest time before eventually rolling his eyes and looking away.

“Very well. You always do get your way, don’t you, Y/N?”

Your mouth parted for a moment before you snapped it shut, looking down. This did not go unnoticed by Peter, and he neared you.

“What is it, now?”

Your eyes met his, and you tried to hide your hurt, but it must have been clear as day. Peter’s entire demeanor softened, and he stuck his sword in the dirt, reaching for you.

“What is it?”

You exhaled.

“That...is another thing I had hoped to discuss with you.”

He frowned in confusion.

“You still refer to me by my name…” you watched as his face fell. “And I do not wish to rush you, I never have, but when you say my name...it makes me feel as if I am doing something wrong here.”

“You are not,” he rushed to assure you. “Believe me…”

“I do not want to replace your mother, but if I am doing something-.”

“It is merely a force of habit. That is all,” he interrupted. 

“You are sure…?”

“Positive,” he said with a small smile.

“...okay,” you said with a nod. “...and what will you be doing after this...?”

“I will be speaking with my father,” he reluctantly told you.

“Good,” you said, Peter bending to allow you to quickly peck his forehead. “...and please be polite. I hate the way you two provoke each other.”

He roughly exhaled.

“Yes...mother…,” he seemed to bite out, eyes on you.

You looked to him with wide eyes, heart swelling as your smile grew. You chuckled, kissing his forehead one last time before leaving him to finish his instruction.

Contrary to what you had hoped, your advice did not improve things. Now that Peter had agreed to at least looking for a wife, it just gave him and Tony one more thing to disagree on, and disagreements about the smallest of things only gave room for disagreements about more serious matters. Peter hated the way Tony ran the kingdom, and you could not fault him for that.

Meals were more tense than ever, and it soon became suffocating to be in the same room as father and son. You did your best to keep the peace between them but there was only so much you could do. Especially when the arguments would get so intense that you feared for them. Tony could get so angry, and while you had never known him to put his hands on Peter as he did you, it still worried you that he might one day. And Peter…

Sometimes Peter would get a look in his eye that chilled you to the bone. He would get so fed up with his father, lips pressed together as Tony tore into him, and you would see the younger man’s eyes flash with something you could not name. It was a look that terrified you and made him look like someone that was not Peter, at all. 

Tensions only mounted as your birthday neared. You did not want either of them involved in the party planning process, convinced this would be the final nail in the coffin. Truth be told, it was also for yourself as well. It allowed you to breathe better.

“The party is tomorrow night, and Peter has yet to have the last fitting for his attire,” you told Mary Jane as you stood.

“I can finish this up, your majesty, while you go find Peter,” she replied.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! I am almost finished, anyway.”

“Wonderful! I shall return shortly. There are only so many places he could be at this hour…”

The corridors were scarcely occupied as you decided to check Peter’s chambers first, making your way to his wing of the castle. You were unsurprised to find them empty, and you quickly made your way outside. He had a habit of frequenting the grounds, the maze especially, and you were confident that you would find him there then. 

You had not been inside the maze for a while, but you remembered how to navigate it vividly. You were deep within it, somewhere in the middle perfectly between the beginning and the end when you stumbled upon a sight you were not prepared for.

At the other end of a long stretch, were a couple, far too wrapped up in each other to notice your presence. You felt your face heat up as you stumbled upon the lovers, and you were prepared to turn back when the young man lifted his head, familiar eyes meeting yours. A gasp escaped you, and you were frozen on the spot as Peter simply stared at you.

He did not break his gaze as he continued to thrust into the woman beneath him, who you absentmindedly recognized as Guinevere. Her eyes were closed, clinging to Peter as moans tumbled from her lips, and even though Peter was silent as he stared at you, the heat in his eyes was undeniable. Finally coming to your senses, you willed your feet to move, but you did not escape in time to miss the way Peter’s deep moan rang throughout the air.

Upon your return, you told Mary Jane that you were unable to find Peter. You did not want to think of the awkward encounter, and told yourself that the tailor had never been wrong before. You were positive that Peter’s attire would fit. You did not see the young man again until the following day, your birthday, and it was only an hour or so until your party. Tony was meeting with a few of his Lords when there was a knock on your chamber door.

You were quick to answer it, surprised to find Peter on the other side. You only felt uncomfortable for a moment before you took in his attire. You beamed, widening the door to allow him in.

“Oh, Peter, you look positively dashing!”

“Did you doubt that I would?” he smugly wondered.

You threw him a look.

“I swear, you are getting more and more like your father every day,” you told him with a chuckle.

“I got you something,” he suddenly said, and it was only then did you notice the box in his hand.

You blinked in surprise, eyes widening when he opened it to reveal the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. The ruby heart in the middle was positively blinding, standing out against the rest of the diamonds that made up the band. You pressed your hand to your chest, mouth parting.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Oh my… Peter, this is so sweet of you,” you told him.

“Well,” he started, setting the box aside as he took the piece of jewelry into his hands. “It is not every day that one turns thirty-six.”

He motioned for you to spin around, and you obliged.

“This might also double as an apology for yesterday. I regret that you had to see that,” he chuckled.

You joined him, waving him off.

“Nonsense, Peter. It was a bit of a shock, but nothing more. You are a young man, after all, and I could never fault you for doing what young men do. You are treating Guinevere well, I hope? She is a sweet girl.”

Peter groaned.

“Yes, Y/N.”

Your heart sank at the sound of your name, and you frowned a bit.

“I am treating her just fine,” he assured you.

You chose not to comment on his use of your name, wondering if you had done something wrong.

“Would you ever consider marrying her?” you pushed.

Peter was quiet as he brought his hands over to lower the necklace at your neck. It was not one that rested at your décolletage, but at your throat instead, and your eyes widened a bit when he pulled it back. You reached up to your neck, forced to stumble back into his chest to keep from choking, relaxing a bit when he finally clasped it together.

“No,” was his simple answer. “It is not like that.”

He rested his hands on your shoulder, turning you around to admire you. His dark eyes took you in before finally focusing on the necklace, the corner of his lips lifting a bit. He pressed his finger to the ruby heart, drawing patterns over it before eventually stepping away.

“It looks great,” he told you.

“Thank you. We should track down your father before they start my own celebration without me,” you replied.

It was not long after that the three of you were entering the great hall, a smile on your face as everyone greeted you. Tony and Peter were at your sides, and both of their hands rested at the small of your back as they guided you to the royal table at the head of the room. Everyone only quieted down when you took your seats, and you looked down at the familiar faces with a smile.

Your attention was drawn to Peter as he stood, raising his glass as a servant came by to fill them. He only filled yours and Peters, but another quickly came to fill Tony’s. Once everyone’s glasses were filled, that was when Peter spoke.

“I would like to propose a toast…”

He turned to look down at you, dark eyes unreadable as he swallowed.

“...to the woman who loved me even when I did not deserve it.”

Your heart swelled as you smiled at Peter, so happy that you two had come this far.

“No one could ever replace my mother...and I would not want them to, but you, Y/N, you are the next best thing.”

Your eyes softened, realizing that while maybe Peter did not see you as something akin to a mother just yet, he still loved you, and that gave you hope. You could live with that for now. Peter’s eyes fell onto his father, and he suddenly smiled.

“...and to my father, the king. If it were not for you, Y/N would never have come into our lives.”

His voice was even, but his eyes glinted before he turned to the rest of the royal court, his glass held high.

“To the king and queen. Long may they reign,” his voice traveled over the room.

Everyone else repeated his words before taking a drink, you and Tony following suit. As you set your glass down, you watched, a bit concerned, as Peter swallowed all of his wine, a look of satisfaction on his face as he lowered his glass. You turned to Tony, prepared to ask him if he wished to say anything, just as he let out that first cough.

It sounded nasty, and you frowned, prepared to ask him if he drank too fast when he coughed again, blood staining his bottom lip. Your heart fell to your stomach, eyes widening as you reached for him, hands trembling. You were prepared to call for help when you noted the sound of several coughs reaching your ears, followed by screams.

When you turned towards the rest of the room, you saw every single one of the royal court coughing up blood, and you stood on unsteady legs as understanding dawned on you. You reached for Peter, your hand gripping his arm as fear and horror clung to you.

“P-Peter…”

You looked to him, but his face was stony as he looked down at everyone. The only people who were okay were you, Peter, the servants, and the few guards. You watched as Peter waved his hand, confusion filling you as two guards opened the door to let more in. You were frozen as they all drew their swords, stomach churning as you realized what was about to happen. You turned back to Peter, but he was already moving past you.

“Peter, what- what is happening? What are you doing?”

You lunged for him as he drew a dagger, hand fisted into his fathers hair to pull the struggling man’s head back.

“Peter, no!”

He shoved you away, right into the arms of a waiting guard, and you did not turn your head in time to miss the way he dragged the blade across his father’s neck. A scream left you, belonging to a voice that you did not recognize, and you continued to scream and cry as the guard backed up. Peter pointed at you, his father’s blood coating his hand, his face unrecognizable to you.

“Get her out of here…”

His eyes met yours, dark with a harmful intent that terrified you. Who was this man? He ran his eyes over you.

“...and do not let her get away.”

You fought against the guard as he dragged you away, kicking and screaming all the way. Your efforts did not even cease as you made it into the corridor, having been forced past the dead bodies of your friends and acquaintances. The guard towered over you and was easily double your size, so all of your efforts were useless. 

He only let you go when you reached Peter’s chambers, dragging you through the receiving chamber to toss you onto the floor of his bedchamber. The impact made your head spin, and by the time you pushed yourself to your feet, he was already pulling the door shut. You slammed your hands against it just as you heard it lock, and another sob threatened to escape you.

You had only ever been in Peter’s room a handful of times, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked around. Your chest hurt, heart breaking as you recalled the way Peter had so callously taken his father’s life. Your husband was dead, and it was no secret that the man was far from perfect, but his absence scared you. What would become of you now? Why did Peter not poison you like the rest? God, had his feelings never changed, at all? Had he still secretly hated you this whole time and wanted to get some sick satisfaction out of killing you here?

You lost count of how many times you tried the door before moving to the balcony doors. They too did not budge, and you kicked them in frustration. You could barely form a coherent thought, and more tears spilled over as you realized just how alone you were. You did not understand anything. Why would Peter do this?

As you heard someone enter his receiving chamber, it occurred to you that you might get your answer.

Your eyes met Peter’s as he entered his chambers, and you stumbled back, afraid to take your eyes off of him. You watched as he locked the door behind him, and the sight of that made your face crumble.

“What have you done?” you shakily asked.

The room was quiet save for your soft sobs, and you flinched when Peter took a step forward. He did not look like the young man you knew. He stood there in the dark attire he had picked out for your birthday, looking every bit like the murderous man you now knew him to be. A dark strand of hair kissed his forehead, jaw clenched as he eyed you. It started to lightly rain outside, and your eyes fell to the blood on his hands.

His father’s blood.

“Have you come to kill me too?”

Finally, his face shifted, and he frowned at you.

“Kill you?”

Peter scoffed, laughing to himself as he tilted his head at you.

“You could not be farther from the truth…”

“Then what do you plan to do? What are you doing, Peter? I do not understand…”

“My father was going to run this kingdom into the ground. We both know it…”

You started shaking your head before he was even done.

“Something had to be done.”

“Not like this! You killed him- you killed everyone,” you cried.

“...and here I thought you would be thanking me,” he sneered.

“Thanking you?”

“Unless I was wrong, and you enjoy being slapped around,” he threw at you.

You felt as if you were just slapped then, and you pressed your back into the wall, tightening your arms around yourself.

“Not like this, Peter. Not like this,” you tearfully murmured.

The rain got louder, filling the otherwise silent room with some noise, and you flinched when lightning flashed, shedding light on the room and on Peter’s dark gaze.

“What will become of me? Did you ever think about that? I am the widow of a murdered king. A king murdered by his own son in a coup!”

“...and the future wife of the next one,” Peter calmly stated.

You froze, his words failing to make sense despite the fact that you heard him just fine. Something about them did not sound right, and your lips parted, a shaky breath escaping you.

“What...what did you just say?” you hesitantly questioned. 

Peter took another step towards you, and you slid along the wall...away from him.

“Do you have any idea how much it pained me to watch you with him?”

“Peter…”

You shook your head, still moving away as he moved closer.

“Do know what it was like to watch him mistreat you again and again only to turn around and reap the spoils of his marriage as if he had not just caused you harm only moments before?”

His voice was low, thick with something you were too disgusted to name. Your eyes were wide, filled with tears as the reality of the situation dawned on you. Peter’s feelings, his father’s murder...the two of you alone in a castle full of people that have proven their loyalty to him. Peter was only eighteen when you married the king, standing face to face with you, but now, eight years later, the young man towered over you.

He suddenly chuckled, and the sound terrified you more than anything now.

“I find it funny… My father was always telling me that royals take. We take what is ours. We take what we believe we should have. That is what we do, son,” he mocked. “We take.”

His cold eyes bore into yours as you stumbled away from him. In a circle the two of you went, and you pulled on the handle of the door as you pressed your back to it. Fresh tears spilled as it refused to budge.

“Now look. I have taken his life, I have taken his kingdom, and I have taken the woman he thought belonged to him-.”

He swallowed the rest of his words as you suddenly dived to the other side of the room. Peter followed, and you reached up to pull the portrait from the wall, tossing it at him only for Peter to evade it. You frantically crawled across the bed, kicking Peter in the chest as he reached for your ankle. You fell to your knees on the other side, running to the balcony doors with tears in your eyes.

Again, the doors would not budge, and you were prepared to throw yourself through the glass when Peter was suddenly there at your back. He enclosed you in his arms, and you reached back to fight against him and push him away, but he only pinned you between him and the glass. The sound of the thunder drowned out your screams, and you yelped in shock when he fisted a hand in your hair, yanking your head to the side.

Peter was determined to taste you, tongue and teeth brushing your skin as he ground himself against you. Nothing you did seemed to deter him, and it suddenly felt hard to breathe. The storm raged outside, wind pushing rain against the window. One of Peter’s hands dragged up your leg, pushing the skirts of your dress with it, and you slammed your hands against the window, attempting to push back.

This only egged him on, and he moaned in your ear.

“Peter, please,” you begged

You could feel the air against you, and your efforts to get away only increased when you felt him moving to release himself. The hand in your hair moved to your neck, cutting off your airway as he pulled your head back to rest against him. You struggled to breathe, nails scraping against the glass. He leaned down to cover your lips with his own, kissing you for the first time, and you sharply inhaled.

He moaned at the taste of you, his tongue meeting yours, tasting the wine that you wish had killed you too. You both struggled against the window, your hands turning into fists when he pushed his leg between yours, quickly followed by the other. You turned your head away, your small victory overshadowed by your ultimate defeat as he thrust into you. You yelped just as Peter shuddered against your back, a long sigh escaping him as he pressed a hand into the glass beside your head.

He pressed his face into your hair, grinding against you, the sound of him breathing you in reaching your ears. Your own forehead was pressed to the glass now, tearful eyes taking in the storm as Peter dragged his cock in and out of your unwilling core. Your body shook from both your sobs and his ministrations, and again, you pushed against the glass in hopes to push him away.

He merely shoved his chest into your back, forcing you back against the glass before wrapping his arms around you again. One hand pulled at the neckline of your dress, ripping it straight down, and your lashes fluttered when he slipped his hand beneath the fabric to roll his fingers over you. His other arm came across your middle, pinning your own at your sides.

“You are finally mine,” he breathed after a while.

You shook your head in denial, another lightning strike bathing the room in a glow. It was gone as quickly as it came, and you were forced to focus on Peter’s reflection in the window. He was lost in the euphoria of you, the feel of you wrapped around him, sucking him back in again and again.

“Finally,” he groaned. “At my side and in my bed as my queen…”

His hand slipped from beneath the torn fabric of your dress, dancing along your skin before his fingers brushed over the diamond choker at your neck.

“I have all night to claim you as mine, and no one is around to stop me.”

“Peter, this is not you-.”

“Oh, but it is,” he sighed. “This is the man you loved when he did not deserve it. This is the man you will marry, bear children with…’

You let out a choked sob, fresh tears falling at his words.

“Oh, please. Everyone knew that my father was the problem. He was the only one in denial about it, and I have a feeling that by the time I am done with you, you shall be with child by tomorrow.”

“Peter, please,” you screamed.

His hand tightened on your throat, pulling your head back so you were forced to stare at the ceiling, back arched to take his slow and purposeful thrusts. He kissed the corner of your eye before doing the same to your cheek. His breathing was choppy, heart pounding in his chest, and the way his hips stuttered told you that he was close.

“Oh God,” he moaned, stilling against your back as he spilled himself into you.

You froze against him at the feel, realizing that there was no turning back. You shook in his hold, feeling the urge to be sick when he suddenly pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers. You gasped, reaching down to grab his wrist as he shoved a second finger inside of you, the wet sound of it reaching your ears even with the rain outside. He pressed you to his chest as he curled his fingers into you.

You bucked your hips, ashamed with your actions as he pulled pleasure from you like it was nothing. LIke he somehow knew your body better than you did. His lips were at your ear, brushing against your skin before he trailed them to your neck again, pressing kisses there. Your nails dug into his wrist, but he paid your efforts no mind as he thrust his fingers into you, setting a pace that had your legs shaking. You knew that if it were not for his hold, you would have collapsed already.

Peter hummed when your breath hitched.

“You are close...aren’t you?”

“Peter...stop,” you shakily begged.

“I shall stop when I feel your arousal dripping down my hand,” he purred.

His words had you clenching around him, and he moaned against your neck.

“I suppose I cannot blame my father for being so possessive of you. Your walls feel like heaven…”

“Peter…”

“I do not know how I will ever allow you to leave our bed-.”

“Peter-.”

“I guess I shall just have to keep you tired…”

“Please-!”

“Come for me, Y/N. Fall apart for your king,” he whispered.

And you did. You seized in his arms, walls clenching around him, your arousal coating his fingers and dripping down his hand. Your nails drew blood, but he only moaned with you, cursing as you rode yourself on his fingers, your other hand reaching back to twist into his shirt. That was the hardest you ever came, and shame filled you.  As you came down from your high, Peter lowered the both of you to the floor.

It was only then did you notice the bloody handprints on the glass. The same blood on you, no doubt. More tears sprung forth as it all seemed to hit you, and Peter forced your head onto his shoulder as he shushed you. You obliged, and he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead, rocking you as you sobbed in his tightening arms.

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