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allmoshnobrain · 8 months ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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I sighed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I sensed a kind of understanding forming between the three of us, albeit slowly; Dave and James were like two sides of the same coin, always had been, brothers of fire and anger even before all their pain had driven them apart. Was it such a shocker that they'd both end up falling for the same woman? Was it such a surprise that I'd end up loving them both? Maybe we always knew it would eventually lead to this.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, threesome, mxfxm sex, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, unprotected sex, oral sex, drug issues mentioned, alcoholism, drinking

✦ a/n: Hey, everyone! So, this chapter turned out a bit longer too, but I couldn't wrap up the fic without throwing in this smut scene at least once. Honestly, it's one of my favorites in the whole story! Oh, and in case you haven't noticed - yeah, Leanne's husband is Joe Sinclair. He popped up in some earlier chapters as Lea's friend who had that cool beach house where they celebrated Cliff's birthday and where James first kissed Nore at Lea's birthday party. Next part's gonna be the finale, and I swear we're finally getting a happy ending after all the drama lol Thanks for sticking around and reading, feedback is appreciated! ❤

April 6, 1992

Dave and I came back from our weekend getaway even more head over heels for each other, if that was even possible. Now that our feelings were out in the open, any walls between us just crumbled away, leaving us with one undeniable truth: I was crazy about him, and he felt the same way about me. Life had never felt so simple.

Life had also never felt so damn complicated; come Monday, things took an unexpected turn when Lars unexpectedly dropped by. He showed up at my place bright and early, his usual chill vibe replaced with a hint of worry that had me wondering what was up.

"Hey, Lars. Come on in, I was just munching on some breakfast," I gestured for him to enter, stepping aside. He gave a somewhat tense smile and took a seat at the kitchen table, setting his backpack down. "Hungry? I've got pancakes, orange juice, some fresh sliced watermelon..."

"Just water, thanks. I grabbed a bite earlier," he replied, flashing a quick smile when he noticed my concern.

"If you're all fueled up, what's with the serious face?" I inquired. "Something happened?"

"Actually..." he trailed off. I plopped down at the table, sliding a glass of water his way and pouring myself some juice, giving him a curious glance. "You catch the news today?"

"News?" I furrowed my brow, and Lars let out a sigh, seeming resigned. He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a magazine and passing it over to me. I blinked at him, puzzled, before focusing on the publication.

What I saw left me gaping in disbelief.

The magazine was one of those gossip rags, the kind I never bought because I had never been interested in such stuff. If I didn't expect Lars to read this kind of thing, I certainly didn't expect to see myself on the cover. The photo showed a painfully familiar scene; Dave and I getting off at the airport together the night before, him with an arm around my waist, pulling me close as he whispered something in my ear and I smiled. We both looked happy; happy and at peace, like I hadn't felt in a long time.

The photo didn't take up the whole cover; there was some other Hollywood gossip splashed across it that I barely paid attention to as I zeroed in on the caption beneath my picture with Dave.

SHE’S GOT A TYPE? Get the lowdown on Nore Burton and her new metalhead boyfriend, snapped in LA yesterday, on page 30.

I hurriedly flipped through the magazine, landing on the page mentioned and scanning through it, feeling my face flush hotter with every word.

Lately, there's been a buzz among Hollywood bigwigs and celebs about a fresh face on the scene: Eleanore Burton (27), aka Nore Burton. The actress, with a theater background and gearing up for her small-screen debut, turned heads by snagging the lead in Pacific Coast Television's (PCT) latest romance series, sharing the screen with some seasoned industry pros.

What's not widely known is that the actress is actually cousins with late Metallica bassist, Cliff Burton. And then there's the rollercoaster romance between her and the band's frontman and guitarist, James Hetfield (28). They've been on and off since way before they hit the big time, dabbling with other flings whenever they hit a rough patch.

But what really caught our eye was spotting the actress getting cozy with a new flame: Dave Mustaine (30), infamous for his sharp tongue and ongoing feud with Metallica after getting kicked out of the band in '83. A trusted source confided that they were actually together for a few months earlier that same year, but things fizzled out shortly after Metallica dropped their debut album, Kill 'em All.

It's anyone's guess how James Hetfield feels about his sweetheart's new fling. How's he gonna take the news that she's back in touch with an old flame he's not too keen on? We tried reaching out to Hetfield via Metallica's reps, but no word back yet as of press time.

"They went after him?" I shouted, eyebrows raised, looking at Lars in shock. "Lars, I had no clue about this pic! I..." I shook my head, too stunned to finish.

"Yeah, welcome to the club, babe," Lars quipped, snatching the magazine from me. "Just wait till you need bodyguards for your Bloomingdale's run. Fame's got its downsides, no doubt." He glanced up, frowning. "When were you planning to spill the beans about getting back with Mustaine?"

"I was going to, I swear," I said, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. Lars just huffed, giving me an incredulous look. I couldn't blame him for being peeved; maybe I should've looped them in sooner. But I didn’t expect my personal life would become front-page news like that. "Seriously, Lars. Dave and I just reconnected last month, but everything happened so fast..."

"And what about James? Did he get the memo, or did he find out through the grapevine?"

"He knows Dave and I crossed paths again. But..." I paused, feeling a lump form in my throat, my voice trailing off as memories of James' silent treatment flooded back. "He's been avoiding me for weeks. I've called, but no answer. It's like I'm invisible to him," I finished in a mumble, blinking back a lone tear rolling down my cheek.

Lars gazed at me for a beat, then let out a sigh, opening his arms for a hug. I blinked back tears, feeling them well up despite my efforts, and eased myself into his embrace.

"You know you could've spilled this to us, me and Kirk," he said softly. "You could've mentioned James was giving you the silent treatment again. We would've had your back."

"I didn't want to be a burden," I murmured, and he scoffed.

"You're not a burden. We're family; we look out for each other, got it?"

"Thanks," I choked out, my voice thick with emotion, as I stepped back. I straightened up, brushing my hair back and sniffing, wiping away the tears that had slipped down my cheeks. "I... I'll give him a call. And if he doesn't pick up, I'll swing by his place after today's shoot. We gotta talk things out; it ain't cool for him to shut himself off like this."

"You want me to come along?" Lars offered, rising from his seat, and I shook my head no. I'd rather handle this on my own. "Okay; I got some stuff to sort out myself. We're hitting the road soon for a tour, won't be back till August for Lea's wedding. If James pops up, I'll call you, alright? And let him know you're looking to chat."

"Sure thing, Lars," I smiled softly as he clasped my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Appreciate it."

As expected, I couldn't get hold of James; every call went straight to voicemail. I got swept back into my daily grind, a hectic day of non-stop shooting. Word about me and Dave must've spread like wildfire; some colleagues offered sympathetic words, but I also caught plenty of curious looks and hushed chatter whenever I was on set during the day.

I left the studio totally beat; all I craved was getting home, hitting the shower, and crashing out. But, sticking to my morning promise, I made my way to James' place. I stood at the door, debating whether to ring the bell. After a moment, I went for it, but got no response. I fidgeted nervously, wondering if I'd picked a lousy time to drop by; I wasn't even sure he'd be home. I hit the bell again and waited. Just when I was about to bail, James finally swung open the door.

The moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he wasn't okay; his disheveled hair, creased forehead, and bloodshot eyes gave away recent drinking. He just stood there, staring at me, before stepping aside silently to let me in. I winced at the sight of his living room, a mess that brought back memories of our wild party days back when we were younger; empty beer bottles littered the floor, clothes tossed haphazardly on the couch, and a stack of pizza boxes sitting on the corner table.

"You showed up," James muttered hoarsely, and I turned to him. He gazed at me, a mix of pain and bitterness flashing in his blue eyes, sending a wave of discomfort through me. "Finally remembered I'm alive? Or did your boyfriend not want you around today?"

"James..." I started, my tone a mix of caution and desperation. I wasn't looking for a fight. All I wanted was to talk things out with him. He snorted before heading to the kitchen, and I trailed after him. I watched with worry as he opened the fridge, reaching for a beer. "I... I don't think booze is the answer right now."

"Thanks for the tip, but I'll pass," he smirked, sarcastically. "What brings you here, Nore? Suddenly worried about my feelings now that the whole world knows you're with someone else?"

"James, that's not fair," I said, my voice choking up. "I've been trying to reach out to you for weeks. You've been ignoring my calls, you didn't answer any of my voicemails, and now I'm the one who doesn't care?"

He shot me an annoyed look but stayed silent. I sighed, blinking away the forming tears as I looked away from him, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat. Maybe coming after him wasn't such a great idea after all.

"Lars mentioned you're hitting the road soon. How are you planning to handle that if you're in this state?" I questioned weakly, and he just rolled his eyes.

"And what's it to you?"

"I do care about you, James. Even if you can't see it," I answered, my voice dropping, feeling the weight of his anger. Whenever James got like this, I felt lost, like a ship tossed at sea, struggling to find solid ground but always drifting. It was like he was slipping further away, and I couldn't reel him back in. I couldn't handle it — his distance or the hurt it caused.

"Why'd you go back to him, Nore?" he questioned suddenly, his voice now filled with anguish. "Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"James, please," I implored, taking a step forward, but he shook his head, backing away. "Come on. You know I care about you..."

"Don't say that while I have to watch you happy with him," James snapped. "Really, Nore? Fucking Mustaine? I can handle you seeing other people when we're not good, but did it have to be him ? The one person I know I can't measure up to?"

"James," I begged, my voice catching. "I didn't plan for this. But I can't ignore how I feel. It wouldn’t be fair to any of us. But you don't have to push me away. Please, let me help..."

" Stop it ," he interrupted, his voice sharp and icy. I flinched, holding back tears, feeling a pang of sadness as I watched James' expression turn hostile. "I told you not to come crying to me, didn't I? I don't want to fucking see you, I don't want to hear about your life. I don't know why you still think I give a shit," he snarled, his words laced with venomous anger.

I gaped at him, stunned, my heart pounding painfully in my chest as I watched the realization of what he'd just said sinking in, the hostility melting into regret in his blue eyes. He reached out, but it was too late; the damage was done, my heart shattered, and I knew I couldn't stand to be near James for another second right then, no matter how hard I tried.

As he came closer, I swatted his hand away, tears streaming down my face. I backed off quick, just needing to get away, to put as much space between my pain and James' rising temper as I could, even if that meant widening the gap between us even more.

I got home feeling totally crushed, tears still streaking down my cheeks as I flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh, and caught sight of the blinking light on the phone, telling me I had messages waiting. I grabbed the phone and held it up to my ear, tapping the button to listen to the voicemails. A faint smile crept onto my face as Dave's voice came through.

Hey, babe. How's it going? Just saw that article they threw out about us. Give me a call, alright?

I let out a sigh. Even though I was feeling pretty down, I knew chatting with Dave would lift my spirits, so I quickly dialed up his number.

"Hey."

"Hi, Dave," I said, trying to put on a smile even though my voice was still a bit wobbly.

"Hey, sweetheart. You alright?" Dave asked, sounding all worried. Of course he'd pick up on my mood instantly; nobody read me like Dave did.

"I..." I let out a sigh; I didn't wanna stress him out, but I also couldn't keep everything that went down with James from him. "No, I'm not," I confessed. "I... I went to see James, Dave. He's not in a good place... We had a huge fight, he said some nasty stuff, and I..."

"It's because of that stupid article, right?" he said, his voice tense. I agreed, and he let out a sigh. "Hey, wanna swing by my place? I don't want you to be alone if you're feeling this bummed out. I'll whip up some dinner for us."

"Wait, you actually know how to cook?" I asked, my genuine curiosity distracting me from my sadness for a moment, and he chuckled softly.

"I'm getting there. Can't survive on fast food forever, you know. But I can always order in if you're not convinced by my culinary skills," he said, and I giggled.

"No need. I'm game to try your cooking. I'll just change and head over there, then."

I showed up at Dave's home not long after, carrying a backpack slung over my shoulder packed with all the stuff I figured I'd need for the next day. When he swung the door open, I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

"Hey," he chuckled softly, running his fingers through my hair. I glanced up, standing on my toes to plant a kiss on his lips. He grinned, his hands cradling my face gently. "C'mon, let's head inside."

I smiled softly when I stepped into Dave's place and noticed the living room, dimly lit and cozy, lit up with just a small lamp while some soft tunes played in the background. Not the usual heavy metal songs I was used to enjoying with him, but instead, a nice, slow piano melody. The dining table was all set with red candles flickering, some spaghetti bolognese, and a bottle of red wine.

Dave snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder, swaying along to the music. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. I turned around to wrap my arms around his neck; he slid his hands down to my waist, giving me a light kiss on the lips before resting his forehead against mine.

"A candlelit dinner and some music? You're pulling out all the stops this time, Mustaine," I remarked, and he grinned.

"Just wait 'til you see what I've got planned for after we go to bed."

"You didn't go all out with rose petals and stuff, did you?" I teased, and he chuckled, giving me a tight hug and a light kiss on the lips.

"I'd do anything to see you smile. You know that, right?" he asked, softly.

How could I feel anything but pure joy hearing that? Having Dave back in my life felt like a dream, one that just kept getting sweeter by the day. I could see it in his eyes he meant it, despite all the mess with James, despite all the baggage from my past. He loved me, plain and simple. What more could I ask for?

Instead of answering, I simply leaned in and planted another kiss on his lips.

August 15, 1992

The next few months flew by in a blur. Between my jam-packed schedule and all my commitments, things slowly started shifting. Dave and I made it official, letting everyone know we were back on, and sure, at first, it caused a bit of a stir with the gossip mags and our circle of friends. But soon enough, the novelty wore off, and we got our privacy back.

The moments I spent with him were just something else; every day, our bond got stronger, and I couldn't get enough of Dave - his smile, the feel of his skin on mine, the taste of his kiss, and how his eyes softened whenever they locked with mine.

Dave kept fighting to stay clear of falling back into addiction, even though some days were really tough on him. I did what I could to support him, even if I knew deep down that I couldn't fix everything. But Dave always made sure to let me know that just having me around made things a whole lot easier.

Having him around definitely helped ease my load too; getting back with Dave kind of lifted some of the heaviness I'd been carrying around for the past few years. Sure, I knew I'd always have to deal with the sadness that came with losing Cliff. But the pain of having lost Dave in the past bit by bit was slowly being replaced by love - real, deep love that filled up my chest almost entirely.

Almost entirely, except for the part that still hurt because of my messed-up relationship with James. We'd been in this complicated dance for a few years now, but lately, he'd been more distant than ever. I mean, I get it, being a big-time artist, time works a bit differently, right? It wasn’t unusual for us to go ages without seeing each other when the band was out on their never-ending tours, but usually, we'd at least keep some kind of contact going.

But lately, it felt like he was going out of his way to steer clear of me, and honestly, I wasn't really feeling the urge to patch things up after the nasty stuff he'd flung my way last time we talked. I'd still give Lars and Kirk quick calls to check in on them every now and then, but I made sure to steer clear of bringing up James, and they didn't mention him either.

I figured I'd bump into him sooner or later. I mean, with Leanne's wedding creeping up, it was bound to happen. Lea and Joe had settled on tying the knot down in New Orleans and had snagged a whole hotel to fit everyone in. I caught up with them the day before the big party, when they swung by to greet us at the airport and give us a ride to the hotel.

The moment I laid eyes on Lea, a huge smile spread across my face; she was just like I remembered her, with her dark locks and sparkly eyes, but I couldn't help but do a double-take at the little bump showing she was expecting. As for Lea, she didn't seem at all shocked to see Dave tagging along with me for the event. Despite the miles between us, Leanne and I always made sure to keep each other in the loop about what was going on in our lives.

"You’re pregnant? " I blurted out, all wide-eyed and grinning as she pulled me into a hug. She laughed.

"Yeah, I am! Joe and I were just as shocked, believe me. I'm at 19 weeks... Oh, sorry, that's like 4 months, right? I didn't spill the beans sooner 'cause I wanted to tell you face-to-face."

"Wow, Lea. That's amazing news, congrats!" I gushed, beaming at her, and she beamed right back.

Man, I was beyond thrilled for her. Even though Leanne and I hadn't been as close lately, I still saw her as one of my ride-or-die besties, and I knew she felt the same way. Losing Cliff had changed a lot of stuff, but it didn't touch the bond we had. Seeing her all glowing and living her best life, well, it warmed my heart more than words could say.

Dave and I tagged along with Leanne to the airport parking lot, and there was Joe, leaning against the car, waiting for us. His face lit up with a smile when he spotted us. While Leanne hadn't changed much, Joe was a whole new dude compared to the long-haired blondie I knew back in my San Francisco days. These days, he kept his hair super short, almost buzzed, and sported a full beard. But that friendly grin of his was still exactly the same.

"Hey, Nore, Dave! Been ages!" he said, giving us a hug before unlocking the car. "How've you been? Pumped for the party?"

"I'm counting down the minutes," I grinned, and Leanne let out a soft chuckle. "But you two must be over the moon, right? Tomorrow's your big day!"

"Oh, you have no idea," Leanne said, all hyped up. "We've been waiting for this forever, and now that it's finally happening, it's like pinch-me-I'm-dreaming territory."

We pulled up at the hotel before we knew it. Dave and I gave Leanne and Joe a big thanks for the lift, then headed inside to check-in and crash for a bit. I mean, the next day was gonna be huge. Finally, we made it to our room, and I let out a sigh of relief, humming a little as I started unpacking. Dave glanced over at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're looking pretty happy," he observed, moving in closer and resting a hand on my waist. I let out a soft chuckle as he planted a kiss on my cheek, his lips brushing lightly against my skin before meeting mine. "I love seeing you like this."

"Isn't it crazy that Lea's gonna have a baby? That's awesome," I remarked, grinning. Dave chuckled softly, pulling me into a hug before his lips found mine once more. I let out a contented sigh as he gently gripped my hips, drawing me closer.

"You ever thought about having one?" he murmured, his voice low and a hint of a smile on his lips as he leaned in close to my ear. I pulled back a bit, feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks as I looked at him, surprised. "We could have a little one someday. You know, down the road. Or two. Or ten ."

"How'd we jump from two to ten?" I giggled, and he let out a big laugh.

"Just throwing it out there. If you want, I’d love to have a future with you."

Those words from Dave kept swirling around in my head all night, even after we'd settled into bed. Ever since Cliff had passed, I'd been steering clear of making any big plans for the future. Losing him had hit me hard, wrecking any dreams I used to have. For a while, I’d just let life happen, rolling with the punches as they came. I was so, so terrified of hoping for anything and ending up crushed and broken again. But with Dave by my side, everything felt different, like the world was painted in brighter colors. Was it okay to start thinking about a future where we wouldn't ever have to be distant again? Was it okay to start thinking about a future with him?

A future with him. Just the thought made my stomach tie up in knots, all tangled up with the fear that it could all go south one day. But deep down, I knew I craved it with every fiber of my being.

Maybe I wasn't exactly brimming with courage right then, but one thing I knew for sure: for as long as I lived, I never wanted to be apart from Dave again.

August 16, 1992

Leanne's wedding ceremony was short and sweet, but emotional. I'll admit, I got a bit teary-eyed watching her stroll down that aisle, all choked up with happy tears but still beaming. On the downside, being a bridesmaid meant I couldn't shake the feeling of James' eyes on me the whole time. Him, Lars, and Kirk were all groomsmen at the wedding too.

James and I had crossed paths real quick at the hotel during breakfast, but it was like we were total strangers. Not a single word passed between us. Maybe I was being a bit stubborn, but after the nasty stuff he'd flung at me months back, I wasn't about to be the one to make the first move and patch things up.

The wedding’s reception kicked off pretty quickly, held at a beautiful historical mansion not far from our hotel. I snagged a seat at the table set aside for me, Dave, and a bunch of other folks while he headed off to grab some food. I glanced up with a grin when I noticed a familiar face plop down beside me.

"Hey, Kirk," I greeted, and he flashed me a warm smile.

"Hey, Nore! Finally tracked you down. So, I noticed Lea moved you to a different table... Is it 'cause you and James had a spat or 'cause your boyfriend's not our biggest fan?" he quipped, and I chuckled.

"Maybe a bit of both. But don't sweat it, Dave won't mind me hanging with you guys. As for James..." I let out a sigh. "How's he holding up?"

Kirk grimaced.

"The usual drill, ya know. Him and Lars got into it like three times on the tour... Lars keeps pushing him to hit up rehab, but James insists he’s good," he sighed, then flashed a grin. "Sorry 'bout the tiff you guys had. But he'll bounce back, trust me."

"I know. It's just frustrating when you wanna lend a hand but the other person isn’t having it," I admitted with a sigh, then glanced up as Dave strolled over with two plates of food. "Red alert, Dave's on the scene," I joked, and Kirk chuckled before standing up.

"I'll bail for now. Don't wanna ruffle your boyfriend's feathers too much. We'll chat later, Nore."

I flashed Kirk a smile as he headed off to join Lars and James at their table. Heat rushed to my cheeks when I sensed James looking my way, so I quickly turned my attention to Dave.

"Brought food," Dave grinned, sliding a plate in front of me before settling down beside me. "So, what was up with Hammett?"

"Just chatting. You know we haven’t seen each other in a while," I answered, a small smile playing on my lips. He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but didn't seem too bothered. "Jealous, much?" I teased.

"No need for jealousy, sweetheart. I know you're madly in love with me," he grinned, and I playfully nudged his arm, chuckling.

We wrapped up our meal, happily chatting the whole time. Once dinner was done, a sweet tune started playing, and I couldn't help but grin as I watched Leanne and Joe twirling around the dance floor. Leanne looked stunning in her fancy dress, her hair all dolled up with twinkling little gems. Joe looked like he was on cloud nine, beaming at her like she’d hung the moon. I felt Dave slide an arm around my waist, planting a soft kiss on my temple, and I melted into his embrace.

The party flowed like honey, with drinks pouring freely, mouthwatering meals, and catching up with old friends. Leanne had rounded up a bunch of folks from our San Francisco days, so mingling was easy. Dave and I bounced around, shooting the breeze with different faces, and as the booze kicked in, things got looser. I ended up deep in conversation with Lars at one point, while Dave snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I couldn't help but chuckle at how unexpected and unlikely the moment felt.

The only person I hardly even crossed paths with was James. I mean, there was this one time when I was heading back from the bathroom and accidentally plowed right into him. He caught me, his hands gripping my shoulders tight, and I couldn't help but blush when I looked up and saw it was him. I took a step back, my face probably as red as a tomato, while he just stood there, all serious, not saying a word.

"What?" I snapped, my voice a bit sharper than I meant it to be. He just kept on staring at me, like he was trying to figure out what to say, but I wasn't in the mood to hash things out with him. I spun on my heel and headed back to Dave, who was busy grabbing us a couple of drinks at the bar.

“Hey, babe. You good?" Dave asked, passing me a glass filled with a drink. I took a sip and nodded, shooting a quick glance over at James, who was still eyeing me from afar. We locked eyes for a sec, both of us clearly ticked off, until Dave caught on and followed my gaze. He frowned, grabbing my hand. "C'mon, let's go somewhere else."

I tore my gaze away from James, ditching my drink on some random table as I trailed after Dave, feeling kinda intrigued. The way Dave's shoulders tensed up told me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the silent stare-down I just had with James.

He led me through the mansion's hall and out the back door, where we found ourselves in a huge, empty garden since most of the guests were still inside. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to, as he guided me to a secluded spot in the garden. My eyes widened in surprise when he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me before planting a harsh kiss on my lips.

"What's the deal with you and James?" he growled, catching me off guard with the intensity in his voice.

"Dave, it’s nothing," I murmured, but he just grunted in response, kissing me again with a bit too much force, his tongue pushing into my mouth without any of the usual gentleness. I let out a little moan, taken aback, gripping onto his arms as his hold on my waist tightened.

"He's been eyeing you all night, and now you can't seem to take your eyes off him," he murmured, giving my lip a light nip as he backed me against the wall. He slid one knee between my legs and his hand rested lightly on my neck. "You gonna clue me in on why you're giving him all this attention?"

"He's just being a jerk. I'm not giving him the time of day, I... Oh!" I gasped when Dave spun me around, pressing my back against him and pulling me close, letting me feel his hard-on as he started kissing my neck. "Dave, hold on, you're drunk..."

"And what if I am? You are too," he grunted, but eased up on his hold a bit. His lips, however, kept on working their magic on my skin, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down my spine. "What's wrong? You wanna go back to him?"

"It's not that," I murmured, daring to turn to face him again. Dave looked at me, his eyes filled with turmoil as I gripped onto his arms, feeling my heart pounding and my cheeks heating up. "I want you, Dave," I declared, reaching up to his face and wiping away the lipstick that had smeared from my lips to his. He grunted, grabbing my wrist before pressing me back against the wall, his lips finding my neck once more as he nibbled and sucked gently. I let out a little moan, caught off guard, closing my eyes. "Dave..."

"If I make it crystal clear to everyone that you're mine, will that jerk finally back off?" he growled, nipping at my neck again in a way that I knew would leave a mark. I gasped, clutching onto his shirt and shutting my eyes. "You know I'm planning to fuck you stupid all night long, right?"

"Hmm... Dave, please..." I begged, not entirely sure if I wanted him to stop or to keep going. He grunted, but pulled back, leaving me with one last kiss on my neck before stepping away, his cheeks flushed and his gaze burning with intensity.

"We should head back," he suggested, his voice low and husky, his fingers intertwining with mine. I nodded, my heart still pounding, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch.

We made our way back to the party; Dave and I ducked into the bathrooms to freshen up before rejoining the crowd. I blushed when I caught sight of myself in the mirror: flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, hair slightly tousled, and two distinct red marks on my neck's smooth skin. I did my best to fix my hair and makeup, dabbing at the hickeys with cold water in a vain attempt to reduce the bruises that I knew would linger for days.

I headed to the bar, grabbing a glass of water to cool down. I glanced around, searching for Dave, but he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he hadn’t left the bathroom yet. I settled at a table with a sigh, my heart still fluttering a bit.

"Your guy's a bit possessive, huh?" a voice chimed in, and I glanced up to see James with that familiar smirk on his face, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and bitterness.

"After all this time, that's your opening line?" I shot back, my tone icy. He took a seat beside me, his gaze fixating on the marks on my neck. His fingers traced the edges of the redness softly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he muttered, "You love having him under your spell. And me too," he added, lifting his gaze to meet mine, his eyes flickering with anger and something else, a mix of emotions I couldn't quite pin down, but definitely edged with desire.

"You're not even gonna say sorry? Just gonna stay there spewing out this nonsense?" I shot back, aiming for hostility but only managing to sound wounded. He scoffed, leaning in closer, his lips pressing against the bruises, kissing and biting them softly before he murmured against my skin:

"I'm sorry." Then he straightened up, leaving me stunned, heart racing and face flushed as I watched him walk away without a backward glance.

After the party wrapped up, Dave and I hopped in a taxi back to the hotel. We were quiet on the ride, his fingertips tracing little circles on my inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. Once we got to our room, I headed to the bathroom, flicking on the tap to start filling the bathtub while Dave took his clothes off. Leaning against the door frame, I watched him kick off his shoes, feeling the buzz from the drinks at the party making me even more eager to pick up where we’d left off with that kiss.

"Are you hopping in the bath with me?" I asked, shooting Dave a coy smile as he loosened his tie. He smiled back and walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a soft kiss on my lips, while his hand fumbled for the zipper of my dress.

He paused when we heard knocks on the door. I frowned, wondering if it could be hotel staff or something. Dave sighed, annoyed, as the knocking continued.

"Better shut off the tap before we flood the room," he remarked, and I chuckled softly. "Let me handle this while you do it."

I headed into the bathroom, shutting off the tap as I listened to Dave dealing with whoever was at the door. I perked up, intrigued, when I heard a familiar voice followed by Dave's tense and irritated tone:

"You've got some guts showing up here, huh?"

I furrowed my brow, puzzled, and went back to the room, my jaw dropped in confusion when I spotted James at the door, locking eyes with Dave in a standoff.

"James?" I blurted out, taken aback, and both men turned to look at me, frustration and anger etched on both their faces. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He eyed me for a beat, tension thickening as Dave's gaze drilled into him. It was like mixing gasoline with a lit match; all of us were already worked up and intoxicated after a night of partying, and James clearly had some bones to pick with both Dave and me. James made a move to step into the room, but Dave cut him off, blocking the entrance with his arm.

"She asked you a fucking question," Dave growled, and James finally glanced at him, a sarcastic smirk creeping onto his lips.

"I came here to talk to her, not to you," James slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. Dave looked ready to snap, his free hand balling into a fist.

"Dave," I stepped in, grabbing his arm and easing it down. He turned to me, and I placed my hand on his chest. "It's alright. Let him in."

Dave sighed heavily but reluctantly moved aside, his face tight with tension, his eyes burning with anger and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You're like her little lapdog, aren't you? Whatever she wants, you jump, just to keep her happy," James remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I shot him a disapproving look, furrowing my brow, but before I could respond, Dave interrupted with a growl:

"And what about you, huh? You're here to grovel for her forgiveness?" Dave stepped forward, confronting James with a challenging glare. I glanced nervously between them, reaching out to touch Dave's arm in a futile attempt to calm him, but he shrugged me off. "I see the way you look at her, Hetfield. You think I don't notice? You're pathetic."

"That's the crux of it, isn't it?" James snarled. "You and I, we're cut from the same cloth. We both crave her love, her attention, hoping we'll be the lucky one she picks in this messed-up game."

"Except she already chose me," Dave shot back. "Game over. And you know I don't like sharing what's mine."

"Maybe you guys should give it a shot," I blurted out, without really thinking, eager to diffuse the tension between them, but instantly regretting it. Dave and James both turned to look at me, wearing expressions of disbelief, while I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Um... I just meant..."

"Try sharing you?" Dave chuckled, as if what I’d said was totally nonsensical. I blushed when he gently lifted my chin with his hand, locking eyes with me as he leaned in close, his words a soft whisper, "You don't even know what you're asking for, do you, sweetheart?"

"I just don't want you guys fighting," I murmured, pleadingly. "Please, Dave. You know I care about both of you."

James chuckled, shifting our focus away from each other. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he had that same intense look in his eyes as when we’d talked earlier — anger, jealousy, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on at first, but then recognized: longing.

"You always play nice with everyone and it drives me fucking crazy," he remarked, moving closer and closing the door behind him. My heart raced as his hand trailed down my neck to collarbone, all while Dave kept a close eye on him. "There's no escaping this, Nore. Choosing one means hurting the other. And he's got a point." James shot a glance at Dave, who raised an eyebrow. "I'm not exactly great at sharing what's mine either. You know you can't have us both, right?"

"I know. But I don't wanna lose either of you," I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat up as James came closer with a growl, planting his lips on mine. I gasped in surprise, and he seized the moment to slip his tongue into my mouth, his hands firm on my waist. I let out a soft moan as I felt Dave's lips on my neck, planting slow kisses until he reached my ear.

"You sure about this?" he questioned, and I nodded, shutting my eyes and yielding to James' kiss, eliciting a soft growl from him as I tangled my fingers in his hair. "Didn't know you were this greedy, babe," Dave murmured, but he didn't seem upset, more like amused.

Was this really happening? It was hard to wrap my head around it, hard to think straight as the lips of the two men I loved roamed over my mouth, my neck, my skin, igniting sensations that made my whole body tingle. Dave's fingers deftly unzipped my dress.

"Talk to me," James whispered in my ear, and I shut my eyes, my lips parting slightly as I exhaled, Dave still planting kisses on my neck as he eased down my dress. "Tell me you want this, I gotta hear it from you."

"Please, I want both of you," I breathed out, and Dave tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me snug against his body while James teased my earlobe.

I let out a sigh as Dave tilted my head, locking his lips with mine, our tongues moving together while James worked on unclasping my bra and took a nipple into his mouth, giving it a playful nip before leaving small hickeys all over my soft skin. I couldn't help but moan, the sensations overwhelming me. I was completely lost in the moment, swept away by the touch of both of them. It was beyond anything I'd ever dared to dream.

James backed off a bit, his hands resting gently on my hips while Dave went back to peppering my neck with kisses, his hardness pressed against my butt. I stole a glance at James, noticing his distant gaze and flushed cheeks as he watched me, his fingers tracing my cheek softly.

"How do you pull it off? You're still perfect even when you're messing with my head," James muttered, and Dave snarled softly, leaning his head on my shoulder, their eyes locking for a moment. James' expression was hard, revealing a blend of frustration and reluctant acceptance.

"Why do you think I'm crazy about her?" Dave murmured, his lips trailing from my neck up to my jawline in a slow, deliberate path.

I sighed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I sensed a kind of understanding forming between the three of us, albeit slowly; Dave and James were like two sides of the same coin, always had been, brothers of fire and anger even before all their pain had driven them apart. Was it such a shocker that they'd both end up falling for the same woman? Was it such a surprise that I'd end up loving them both?

Maybe we always knew it would eventually lead to this. Maybe we’d all been waiting for this moment, a collision of stars, like waves crashing on the shore on a rainy day. It was dangerous, but exhilarating — so much so that I almost wished we wouldn't cross this line, because I knew I could never come back.

But, at least from now, it seemed good enough to be worth it.

James took a step back, loosening his shirt’s buttons and slipping it off gradually, working on undoing his pants next. I watched him, feeling a shiver run down my spine as Dave's hands caressed my breasts softly. I let out a sigh as James came closer, and reached out, my fingers tracing the edge of his underwear slowly. James grunted, grabbing my hand on his and pressing it against the outline of his erection.

"No way," Dave grunted, clutching my wrist tightly, while James arched an eyebrow. "She's mine first. You can watch," he declared, and James chuckled, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Dave wrapped his arm around my waist, pivoting me to face him, and planted a slow kiss on my lips as I unfastened his shirt.

"Is this your way of proving I'm yours?" I whispered, and he grunted against my lips. "By fucking me in front of him?"

Dave didn't say a word; he guided me to the bed, laying me down and sliding off my panties before undoing his pants and lowering them. James joined us on the bed, shedding his underwear and stretching out, placing my head on his thigh and tenderly running his fingers through my hair, his gaze fixed on my face as he caressed it. Dave finished stripping, then climbed on top of me; I shut my eyes, letting out a soft moan as he pushed into me and I felt him spread me open. James let out a low, rough sound, leisurely stroking my hair. When I looked at him, I saw he held his hard cock in his hand, jerking it softly.

I shifted my gaze to Dave, who kissed me slowly, his intense hazel eyes serious as he pushed into me. His lips moved against mine, his tongue intertwining with mine as he thrust forcefully. I let out soft moans against his mouth, tears brimming in my eyes from the pleasure of feeling him inside me.

"Dave…" I whispered, and he groaned, pulling me close, our gazes locking in a heated embrace.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper, gripping his hair tightly. James growled, tilting my face up and guiding his cock to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth, taking him in, and he moaned softly. Dave kissed my neck, sucking on the tender skin, leaving even more bruises that sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't mind. In that moment, all I could focus on was the sensation of James and Dave, both of them, with me, together.

"Fuck," Dave whispered in my ear, his actions growing more fervent. "If I knew it felt this good to have you with an audience, I would've suggested it ages ago."

"If I knew you'd be into it, I would've brought it up sooner," I whispered back, stroking James' cock slowly with my hand and sighing when Dave started to massage my clit with his fingertips. I moaned, gripping him tightly, and he shut his eyes, thrusting into me with more vigor.

"You're almost there, aren't you?" Dave whispered, and I nodded, unable to form words. James gently brushed away the tears of ecstasy that welled in my eyes, his touch so tender it sent shivers down my spine. I took him back into my mouth, and he let out a soft groan, moving slowly as I continued to pleasure him.

I let out a long, satisfied moan, tightening around Dave as waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. Dave groaned, his face buried in my neck as he reached his own climax, his release flooding into me with a low grunt.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pulled James out of my mouth, my lips meeting Dave’s as he shifted beside me. He brushed the hair away from my face, planting gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders as I took James back in my mouth, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.

James tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my movements as his hips rocked gently. His flushed face and parted lips revealed his arousal as I worked my tongue, eliciting soft sighs from him. Meanwhile, Dave's kisses grew more fervent, his hand trailing down to where my body was still slick with our fluids. His touch on my already overstimulated clit made me shiver, and I couldn't help but moan in response. James then bucked his hips forward with a moan, tightening his grip on my head, his release filling my mouth with a warmth that sent a thrill through me.

"Good girl," Dave murmured approvingly as James pulled away from my mouth, running a finger along my slightly swollen lips. I swallowed, feeling a rush of warmth and satisfaction. I turned to Dave, and he leaned in, planting slow kisses along my jawline. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, but Dave gently cupped my face, urging me to look at him. "Don't shut your eyes, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "We're not done with you yet."

I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush and my heart beat faster as Dave shifted away and James pulled me onto his lap, my legs wrapping around his hips as I sensed him growing hard once more. Dave let out a sigh, positioning himself behind me, his hands firmly on my waist providing support as he nibbled on my earlobe. I closed my eyes, nestling my face into James' neck and wrapping my arms around it as Dave raised my hips, allowing James to enter me with deliberate slowness.

This was gonna be a long, long night.

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greenaway-torres · 1 year ago

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Do you mind if I make a Captain James Hook x reader request? 🪝❤

I don’t mind at all lol. Coming right up!! Sorry if this is a bit short.

The water lightly hit your face like rain, the salty air filling your nose as the Jolly Roger went down the water at half sail. The soft sea breeze sending chills down your spine. It was some time after the sun kissed the sea. Most of the crew were either eating dinner or were playing cards on the lower deck. You could hear the cheers from them as they continued to place bets.

You had been on the ship for little over a year now after your night with Hook. I mean, James. It didn’t take the crew long to warm up to you. It was the first time in a while that they saw their captain with a genuine smile. He was always around you, a hand around your waist.

But that wasn’t the case now.

Outside of the occasional kiss, you’ve rarely seen him. At least during one-on-one time. His mind was preoccupied with his pursuit for Peter Pan or anything that would lead him to him. He was close a few times, but not close enough to get him which frustrated him. Hook spent his time in his quarters, planning and scheming to catch his nemesis. And that meant you went to bed alone, your eyes getting heavy as you watched him at his desk scribbling and mumbling.

You would feel him in your sleep, cradling you in his arms and his mustache tickling your neck. But when you woke up, he was off making his rounds on the ship.

You looked up to the window where his quarters were. You wanted to see him, but you knew by the light that he was more than likely working away and you didn’t want to disturb him.

You turned your attention back to the water before you felt a hand hold your hip. You quickly turned around to see his face. His smiling face. “Hello, my dear. How’s my sea maiden?”

You relaxed, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding. All you could do was hug him, taking in the warmth of his arms. You really did miss him.

He took your hand and led you to his quarters. When he opened the door, you saw a table set with wine and dinner set for two with a flower set in the middle.

“I know that I’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“Very busy,” you added while crossing your arms.

“Yes, very busy,” he said with a laugh. “And that hasn’t been fair to you. I want to make up for that, and do better.”

He pulled out a chair, inviting you to take a seat. When you sat down, he kissed your temple. He then squatted, making himself lower so that he could look up at you. “Am I forgiven?”

You couldn’t resist those eyes of his, and he knew it. You kissed his lips, missing the way they felt against yours. As rested your forehead against his, you took his face into your hands. “Forgiven.”

Wine was poured and the food smelled good. Even though you weren’t hungry before, you sure were now. Outside of the sounds of silverware against dishes and the sound of glass, your voices filled the room. Well, yours mostly did as you shared stories of the crew. Of the bets they were placing on card games and some dares they had to fulfill if they didn’t have the money. You told him of the routine you started to keep yourself busy, and how much you were learning from the crew.

And the whole time, he listened. Never taking his eyes off of you. And you loved him for it.

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nausicaamusiclover20 · 1 month ago

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OMG I love your works!!! Maybe you’d consider doing my request?

Reader is married to James, but she’s a bit uncomfortable with how close he gets to groupies and his alcohol intake. One day she finally has enough so she confronts him, but he says he wishes he’d never married her? A few weeks later she gets the divorce papers. BUT a few years later he bumps into her in some dinner and she’s got a child who looks exactly like him?? I mean it’s a perfect copy paste. Like she was pregnant when she left him but didn’t know? And when he tells her she should have told him after she found out, she goes “then you’d be accusing me of baby trapping you”. So James now tries to prove that he can be a good father and eventually they remarry???

I feel like first part is AJAF James but later it’s close to Load era? But this is entirely up to you)))

I loved this request so much! I hope you like it❤

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Finding Our Way Back

The house smelled like alcohol again.

I could tell before I even walked in, my fingers tightening on the doorknob as the sounds of muffled laughter and conversation bled through the walls. My stomach twisted in knots, knowing exactly what scene I was about to walk into. I shoved the door open, stepping inside. The sight that greeted me made my heart drop.

James was on the couch, a drink in hand, a bottle rolling lazily at his feet. And draped across his lap was one of the groupies—a woman with bleached blonde hair and too much makeup, giggling as she rested her hand on his chest. His bandmates sat around him, laughing, oblivious or uncaring about the intimacy between James and the girl.

They all turned when I walked in. The groupie barely moved, her smirk only growing as she saw me standing there. She didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. Instead, she leaned closer to James, whispering something in his ear.

“James,” I called out, my voice sharp, cutting through the drunken haze around him.

He finally looked up, his expression dull from the alcohol, like he hadn’t noticed how wrong this all looked. “Hey, babe,” he slurred, lifting his glass in greeting as if this was all normal.

I could feel my heart thudding against my chest, anger rising in my throat. “Can we talk? Alone,” I demanded, my gaze burning into the girl on his lap.

The groupie gave me a once-over, smirking as she slowly slid off his lap, deliberately dragging her fingers down his chest in a way that made my stomach twist. “Guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said, mocking me as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

James sighed heavily as he stood, swaying slightly, the alcohol clearly affecting him. “What’s the big deal?” he grumbled.

I stared at him, anger burning in my chest. “The big deal, James, is that I’m your wife,” I snapped, my voice shaking with emotion. “And you’ve got some groupie sitting on your lap like she owns you.”

He waved his hand dismissively, stumbling a bit. “She’s just being friendly. You know how it is.”

“Friendly?” I scoffed, taking a step closer to him. “This isn’t being friendly, James. This is disrespectful. To me, to our marriage. Do you even care anymore?”

His eyes narrowed, the irritation clear on his face. “You’re overreacting. They’re just fans.”

“They’re not just fans!” I shouted, unable to hold back any longer. “You’re drunk every night, surrounded by these women who treat you like you’re single. And you let them. You’re my husband, but it feels like I’m nothing to you anymore.”

James threw his arms up, exasperated. “If you can’t handle it, maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”

The words hit me like a slap. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. “I’m trying, James. But you’re pushing me away.”

He stared at me for a long moment, and then his expression hardened. “You know what? I wish I’d never married you.”

The room spun around me, and I felt like I was falling into a void. “What…?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn’t take it back. He just stood there, his face emotionless. “You heard me.”

I felt something inside me break. The silence between us was thick and heavy, suffocating. I swallowed hard, not trusting myself to speak, because if I did, I would break down completely. I turned on my heel and walked toward the door, fighting the tears that blurred my vision. There was no point in arguing anymore.

I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the emptiness of the house.

A few weeks passed, and the words James had said that night still rang in my head, like a wound that refused to heal. I wish I’d never married you.

Then one day, the envelope arrived. Divorce papers.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring down at the stack of legal documents that spelled out the end of everything I thought we had. The final nail in the coffin. No apology. No second thoughts. Just the cold reality that it was over. It was really over.

I signed the papers, my hands trembling, my heart shattering into a million pieces as I realized that the man I loved was no longer mine.

Years slipped by, but the ache of the past remained, like an unhealed wound. I sat in a quaint diner near the coast, my son, Henry, joyfully munching on his fries, completely unaware of the tidal wave of emotions swirling within me. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, yet my mind was a tempest, constantly haunted by memories of James.

With a sigh, I glanced at Henry, who was blissfully giggling at a game he was playing.

Then I heard the bell of the door’s diner ring, I turned around and teh view made me freeze. I saw him, James. He cut his hair shorter but he was still the same after these years. I wanted to turn around but before I could do it he looked at me. Our looks exchanged and I could fel my heart beating faster. I saw him coming closer toward me. “Sweetie, I’m going to the bathroom, stay here, okay?” I said caressing his hair. “Alright, mom!” I stood up, moving far from Henry and reaching James. “Y/n…it’s that you?” “Yeah, it’s me” “I’m so sorry Y/n for what I’ve done. I regret everything. I shouldn’t ever divorce from you.”

“You were the one who said that it was better not to have married me. You broke my heart James” “I was stupid, I thought I did the right thing but I understood how much you meant for me, how much I missed you” he said and I could feel the regret in his tone of his voice, the way he looked at him with that blue eyes that I still loved.

Then I saw him looking at Henry. “That kid, is… is he your son?” “It’s… not only my son. It’s our son…” I said and I saw him looking at Henry again looking at him carefully. Of course Henry was his son, look at him. He has the same blonde hair, his same expression, his blue eyes that reminded of James. “Our son? After all these years, I discover I have a son. Why didn't you tell me?! James asked, his voice a mix of frustration and hurt. “I didn’t know I was pregnant when we divorced,” I replied, my heart pounding. “I was terrified that if I told you, you’d think I was trying to trap you.”

James ran a hand through his hair, a mixture of disbelief and anger flashing across his face. “You should have told me. I would have wanted to know! I could have—” But then Henry came, “Mommy, I thought you were blocked in the bathroom” Then he looked at James. “Mommy, who’s this man?” he asked innocently, tilting his head. I knelt beside Henry, forcing a smile while my heart raced. “This is James,” I said softly, trying to gauge his reaction. “He’s… he’s your daddy.”

James’s eyes widened, a flicker of recognition crossing his face as he looked at Henry. He was his copy. He knelt beside Henry too. “Hello buddy” He said but his breath was caught in his throat, tears filling his eyes as he looked at Henry. “So, you’re my dad?” he asked, excitement bubbling in his voice. “You look just like me! We’re like twins!” He said happily and my heart melted at how happy he was. James's heart shattered, tears brimming in his eyes. “Yes, I’m your daddy,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion but a smile formed in his lips. “I can’t believe I’ve missed all this time.”

Henry rushed forward and enveloped James in a hug, the boy’s tiny arms wrapping tightly around his father’s neck. “I’ve waited for you!” Henry exclaimed, joy radiating from him.

James held him close, emotions flooding over him as he finally felt the connection he had longed for. “I’m so sorry for not being there,” he murmured, squeezing his son tightly.”Mom, come here! Let’s all embrace together!” he said and James took him in his arms and we hugged. I coudln’t help, but I cried. I wished that maybe this could happen. “Mommy, why are you crying?” “Don’t worry, mommy is crying because she’s happy” I said and I looked at James and kissed my forehead.

“Y/n, I promise that I won’t leave you again. I want to be a part of his life too, I want to be his dad, I want to be with him, play with him, make memories and I want to give us another chance if you let me,” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Inodded, my heart is swelling with hope. “We can try. For Henry.”

As we spoke, Henry looked at us, eyes twinkling with excitement. “Mommy, can we all be a family now?”

James and I exchanged glances, the weight of the moment heavy with potential. “Yes, buddy,” James said, his voice thick with emotion. “We can be a family again.”

One evening, as the sun set, casting a warm glow over our backyard, we sat together as a family. James and Henry were tossing a ball back and forth, laughter ringing through the air. I leaned against the porch railing, heart swelling with happiness.

“Mommy! Look!” Henry called as he caught the ball and turned to run toward me, a big grin on his face.

“Great job, buddy!” I cheered, pride radiating through me. James joined us, placing an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.

“I’m so glad we’re all together again,” he said, kissing the top of my head. Then he gently lifted my hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing my ring softly. “And I’m so grateful to have you back as my wife,” he added, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity.

I smiled, feeling a rush of affection as I looked into his eyes. “Me too,” I replied, feeling a sense of completeness I hadn’t known I was missing.

As Henry raced back toward us, his little legs moving quickly, he stopped short, his expression suddenly serious. “Mommy! Can we all play together? Please?” His eyes sparkled with excitement, and it was impossible to say no.

“Of course, buddy!” James said, crouching down to Henry’s level. “What do you want to play?”

“How about tag?” Henry suggested, bouncing on his feet. “You two can’t catch me!”

James laughed, his smile brightening the evening. “Oh, we’ll see about that!” He looked at me, and I nodded, a grin spreading across my face.

“Alright, you’re on!” I said, stepping away from the porch railing, ready to join in on the fun.

“Okay, I’ll count to ten, and then you two better run!” Henry said, closing his eyes and starting to count loudly.

As Henry counted, James and I exchanged a glance filled with warmth. “We really are lucky,” James said softly.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my heart swelling.

When Henry reached ten, he shouted, “Ready or not, here I come!” and took off in search of us. We both sprinted away, laughter echoing as we tried to evade his little hands. The joy of the moment wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

“Mommy, I see you!” Henry yelled, his voice full of glee as he chased after me.

Just then, James scooped Henry up into his arms, spinning him around as they both laughed uncontrollably. “You’re too slow!” James teased playfully, holding Henry high above his head.

“Not fair! Put me down!” Henry giggled, squirming in James’s grasp.

When James finally set Henry down, he fell into a fit of laughter. “Can we play again?” Henry asked, beaming with joy.

“Absolutely! This time, you can be the one to catch us!” I said, and Henry’s face lit up even more.

With laughter and the sound of Henry delighted shrieks echoing around us, I felt a sense of hope for the future. We were creating a life together that was vibrant and full of warmth—a tapestry woven with love, trust, and the laughter of our child.

Together, we were forging a future bright with love, healing, and a family that truly felt whole.

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joanquill · 1 year ago

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Hello! Is your ask box open? If not, please disregard this and sorry in advance 🥺🙏 I wanted to make a request of Albert James Moriarty on how he would react to his s/o receiving love letters (these days it would be a text or dm but alas the Victorian Era lmao) from an ex. And vice versa. If he received love letters or Fan mail. Thank you so much! ❤

S/O Receiving Love Letters Reaction and Vice Versa

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: I wasn't quite sure if this was a headcanon only, so I added a short scenario just to be sure ^^"

Guide: (E/N): Your Ex's Name

Warning/s: Profanity

S/O Receiving Love Letters

Despite knowing Albert wasn't your first lover, he was determined to be your last.

You didn't hide things about your love life, but he would notice some exes had a more negative reaction from you than others.

He wouldn't push you if you didn't want to talk about a particular ex.

When you would tell stories, you kept them short and straight to the point.

If you were friends with your ex, he didn't mind, and he would try to be on good terms with them.

If he does feel uncomfortable with something, he would always talk to you about it, so you two can work it out together.

Whenever you would receive letters from your ex, you would either give them a curt response saying you were taken or throw them in the trash.

He didn't really care for your past or the letters. He loves you for you and trusts you.

So when he was sorting out letters and saw a love letter from your ex-fiance, he was intrigued.

When he finished sorting them out, he immediately walked up to you with the letter in hand, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Dearest?" Albert called out as he walked into the living room, seeing you reading a book on the couch.

"Yes?" you replied, lifting your head from the book as Albert showed you the letter.

"(E/N) wrote to you," he grinned, making you squint your eyes and put down your book.

"(E/N)? As in my ex-fiance (E/N)?" you questioned as you got up from the couch, walking up to him.

"It would seem so," Albert confirmed, giving you the letter.

"What does he want?" you sighed, roughly opening the letter.

As you read the letter, you let out a scoff and wore a strained smile.

"He forgives me for ruining our wedding day? Are you serious?" you read out loud in disbelief, rereading the letter from the top while Albert grabbed some wine from the kitchen.

"Is he serious? He was the one who slept with a random girl he met at a bar the night before!" you shouted as Albert poured you a glass.

"Oh, my God..." you grumbled, throwing the letter on the table as you rubbed the temples.

"He thinks our relationship is a way for me to make him jealous..." you told Albert, making him raise a brow.

"Really?"

"Really," you confirmed, "And he said he's willing to "forgive" me and take me back? Can you believe this-! This! Narcissistic, entitled-!" you groaned as you leaned back on the couch, feeling your head heat up in anger.

"How the hell did he even know where I live!?" you questioned, grabbing the letter.

You let out another deep sigh as you grabbed the glass Albert prepared for you, downing it in one go.

"May I?" Albert asked as he pointed at the letter.

You nodded in response, letting Albert take the letter and read it himself.

"Wow... Three pages and not one apology,"

"Right!?" you defended, making Albert chuckle as he put down the letter.

"Ugh... Years later, and he's still giving me a headache..." you muttered, walking up to Albert and climbing onto his lap, hugging his torso as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he hugged you, rubbing your back as you relaxed against his touch.

"Yeah..." you replied, snuggling into him, "I can't believe that idiot would think I would leave you for him..."

Albert lightly chuckled as he kissed the side of your head.

"Would you?"

"HELL NO!"

Albert Receiving Love Letters

Seeing love letters in the mail is pretty much the norm in the Moriarty estate.

Especially after the tea party, the love letters just skyrocketed.

Whether it's for Albert, William, Louis- even Fred received some letters of adoration.

Let alone invitations from single noble women.

If there were NO love letters or invitations, it feels off.

Seeing love letters addressed to your lover is nothing new, even before Albert started courting you.

At the start, it felt a little uncomfortable seeing the number of letters he would receive, let alone how some women would give you theirs so they know Albert would see them.

However, Albert would always reassure you that they mean nothing to him.

And he'd make sure everyone knows he belongs to you.

If it was simple fanmail or words of gratitude from the people he helped, you adored those letters and even agreed on how great your lover was.

"Do you really need to go?" Hannah asked, holding onto your clothes as she looked up to you with sad puppy eyes.

"Yeah! You haven't visited us in ages!"

"We missed you!" the kids whined as they started grabbing onto you, making it harder to end your visit to the orphanage.

"Now, now, children... We can't keep Mx. (Y/N) away from their home," Lillian, the caretaker, warned, making the children whine as they let you go.

"Besides, didn't we prepare a gift?" Lillian reminded, making the children's heads perk up as they rushed back to the building.

"A gift?" you questioned as Lillian smiled at you.

"Yes. The children have been working on it all morning," she explained as they started running out and lining up to you with a piece of paper in their hands.

"For you!" Edmund smiled as he held up the paper to you, showing a letter of gratitude to you and Albert.

"It is a shame Lord Albert couldn't come... The children wanted to surprise both of you," Lillian added as the children started to crowd around you, excitedly showing their letters and drawings.

"I see..." you breathed out, feeling your heart swell in emotion as you took a deep breath, composing yourself.

"Thank you. I'll make sure Albert will receive them as well,"

You kept smiling even when you arrived back home, rereading the letters the children made.

When you heard the front door click, you quickly got on your feet and ran to the entrance.

"I'm ho-" you greeted Albert with a hug, almost pushing him back out.

"Welcome back!" you happily greeted, making him smile.

"What got you in such a good mood?" he questioned as he kissed your forehead, making you giggle.

"You'll see,"

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert james moriarty #albert moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #headcanons #imagines

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theicarusconstellation · 5 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

HI MY SUNSHINE

and though i burn, how could i fall?

No touch has felt like this before. No touch was as caring, as tender, holding Regulus like he is something precious.

Precious.

To a god.

Will you sing for me?

or, my jegulus icarus x apollo au

your life begins by leaving (and our love is stored in the letting go), cowritten with my beautiful fiancé kit @ninety-two-bees

Regulus came and went in the blink of an eye, and James kept wishing.

At some point, though, wishing stopped being enough. James could sit around and lament to his friends about what could’ve been, but it didn’t change what was. The wedding announcement was what finally tipped James over the edge. He couldn’t keep waiting and hoping that things would work themselves out for him. He couldn't keep worrying about giving Regulus his space. If he was going to lose the only person he had ever truly wanted to build a future with, he had to at least try to change how things played out. He had to know for certain if he had any chance to be with Regulus at all.

or, james and regulus go on a roadtrip

into the dark

His curls are swept delicately over the side of his face, and when James brushes them away, they reveal his marble skin dotted with near-invisible freckles, spattered across his cheekbones and the little bump on his nose. James wants everything about him: how his Cupid’s bow dips into a perfect little heart, his lips, smooth and rose-red, the soft rustling of his curls against the pillow as he exhales, his hands, slim fingers resting against the mattress, donned in the rings he wore to the Gryffindor party.

Regulus is more than just angel-like; he is a boy from Heaven itself.

or, my jegulus canon-divergent au spanning both wars

into the stars

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” James murmurs into his hair.

“Baby? That’s a new one,” Regulus replies, praying to all that is holy that James can’t feel how hot his cheeks burn at the use of the pet name. Baby, baby, baby.

or, a little fic set in the into the dark universe written for my fiancée, @ninety-two-bees

with a broken heart, the transformation begins

Do you know what it feels like to witness the end of the world?

It does not happen with a bang, nor with a whimper, but rather a twisted combination of both.

Centuries of preparation and training are not enough, though you can hope and hope and hope until your feathers fall out that they will be.

There is no hope as you stand on the edge of a grassy hill and watch as the most ancient and powerful of evils tears through space to destroy everything you hold dear.

Do you know what it feels like to fail?

or, my revali character study — a description of his death

little universes

a collection of my tumblr jegulus microfics (@theicarusconstellation), updated continuously with each new prompt i write for.

always an angel (never a god)

“Alia Atreides.”

Something shatters right beside the foot of the servant who holds the holo-communicator. The shards of Alia’s glass cup litter the stony ground.

“I’ll kill them,” Alia hisses, hints of the Voice seeping into her tone. “I’ll kill them all.”

In the chaos, no one bothers to observe Emperor Shaddam as he moves on to the next Reaping Bowl.

Paul knows what is coming. He would know even if the emperor never read the name on that slip.

“Paul Atreides.”

or, my dune hunger games au, set in the dune universe

gun in my lips

hidden because it’s being rewritten, but it’s my jegulus and lilycissa the secret history au

cela en valait-il la peine? (ça l’était)

"Wormy was here last weekend, I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons; I cried all evening when I heard."

or, marlene goes out kicking and screaming with her lover on her mind and ferocity in her heart

#fic tag game #my fics #writing #fanfic authors #self rec #my sunshine <3 #regulus black #jegulus #marauders #astraeus’ asks #james potter #starchaser #ao3 writer #sunseeker #dune

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delurkr · 9 months ago

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Anne and James and sibling OCs in 1948

1948 being the year Anne and James married. Penelope is Anne's sister, and everybody else is James's family.

Cropped sections are further down. There's some connections from @108garys 's Super Massive Family Tree that play into everything (here's their portrait of older Penelope), and I'll leave it to them if they want to refresh everybody on the details. (Edit: 108garys gave lore in the notes). Some of the OCs have more lore than others, but I'm not getting into it here or doing deep dives about personalities and all that, so I just stuck together very non-deep little likes/dislikes/favorite activities lists for everyone. But first some notes on the art:

I went for a balance between dressy and casual, so most of these wouldn't be everyday outfits but none of them are formal either.

Nobody has naturally curly hair. Shirley has a perm, and Anne and Penelope use only curlers. (Unlike the other two, Penelope doesn't curl it every day).

If Anne's dress looks piecemeal that's because it is. Around 1948 was when women's fashion was transitioning from shorter wartime styles (minimum fabric) to longer hemlines, but ofc most women didn't just toss out all their old clothes, so the new things they bought were in the new style, while they also continued wearing what they had and sometimes altered their shorter things in various ways. The white border on Anne's dress is a recent addition, and so is the embroidered pocket because big pockets were also fashionable and it was intended to make the border look more like it belongs.

Shirley uses a brace, a built up shoe, and sometimes a cane due to effects from having polio when she was very young.

Bob has been in the U.S. Army for four or so years and he's currently a corporal. If part of his uniform is inaccurate then oh well because there were some details I just wasn't finding clear answers on (do point it out if you know something that's wrong tho). Also that's his hat he's holding in case it's hard to tell.

Ok now for the other stuff:

Anne, age 17 -

Likes: Dancing; recycling; Frank Sinatra music (don't spread it around); telephone party lines; the scratchy sound of crossing things off her to-do list.

Dislikes: Noisy children; poetry; men's cologne; bleached blonde hair; house pets; wrinkled clothes; rain on her hairdo; complainers; people with bad posture; anonymous love letters; being late; people who are late; unraked leaves; these peasants (most of the boys at school); being told she's too opinionated.

Favorite activities: Growing plants, mostly flowers; taking the mick out of James ❤

Penelope, age 8 -

Likes: Bicycling; puppies; reading, mostly fairytales; sticky sweets; movie stars.

Dislikes: Mud; talking to strangers; not having had her first kiss yet; never getting the lowdown after Anne's dates.

Favorite activity: Eavesdropping on the phone party line with Anne.

Shirley, age 24 -

Likes: Card games; chickens; picnics; reading; red on just about anything.

Dislikes: Snow; frogs; Bob; the sound of her own voice.

Favorite activity: Canoe rides to read on the open water. Her preferred victims to accompany her are James (she'll use her oldest-sibling authority for as long as she can) and whoever she happens to be dating (is that a weird date? idk but she calls it a no-go with a guy if he can't handle the quiet time).

Bob (Robert), age 22 -

Likes: Arm candy; being outside; cheating at card games; beer; animals, especially wildlife; pulling practical jokes on April 2.

Dislikes: Peas; serious conversations.

Favorite activities: Hunting; chasing women. (These things are not connected).

James, age 19 -

Likes: Holidays; history; picking dumb arguments; playing hockey when the pond freezes over; reading; PDA with Anne ❤

Dislikes: Waiting; hand-me-down clothes; being called Jimbo; having glasses.

Favorite activity: Finding money on the ground.

Clarence, age 11 -

Likes: Pocket knives; pirates; model train sets and dollhouses type stuff.

Dislikes: Surprises; hugs; getting up early; "old" people; getting his picture taken (that one's partly a joke, because I accidentally drew him looking a little moody for no reason).

Favorite activity: Fixing appliances and things around the house (under supervision because "fixing" is a bit of an overstatement. He can take things apart but has yet to learn how to properly put them back together).

Kathy (Katherine), age 7 -

Likes: Parties; collecting things; Brothers Grimm-style fairytales; terrible creature horror B movies.

Dislikes: Bugs, especially bees; nightmares from the terrible creature horror B movies.

Favorite activity: Poking dead animals. Trips to the butcher and dead mice found in the attic are her lifeline for now until she starts doing dissections in school. She definitely doesn't store said mice under her bed in jars she stole from the kitchen.

Cool so now that everyone is sufficiently grossed out I'll leave it here for now 😊 Stay tuned I guess because sooner or later I'm going to follow this up with the three youngest when they're older, around 1959 because that was a happening point in time for them. And lastly, 108garys is free to hate anything I wrote because we share the OCs but I consulted them on very little of this lol.

#this post is kind of a mess #but never mind everybody look at mah babieees #fanart #my art #anne clarke #james clarke #tdpa ocs #super massive family tree #midcentury tdpa #midcentury supermassive #the dark pictures anthology #little hope #not gonna tag tdim but that is relevant

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annabtg · 6 months ago

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Fan Fic Humble Brag Tag

Tagged by @thelighthousestale, thank you so much! ❤

Sometimes we love something we wrote so much we want to knock on every door spreading the good word of our little story. But sometimes we fear being seen as rude or too self promoting. Here is your chance to do a bit of self promo and bragging without fear because some asked you too.

Answer the questions and then tag five writers who you think deserve to brag about their work.

1) The funniest bit of dialogue you wrote

This is a surprisingly hard question, because while I like writing humour, it's not exactly in the form of hilarious dialogue. It's more a combination of quippy dialogue and funny circumstances. Like in this one bit from Are You Experienced? in which James goes out in Muggle Glasgow in his school robes, causing people to think he's a monk:

“Hello. I have reserved two tickets for the Johnny Kendricks live show at Birmingham on the 30th. James Potter.” The woman narrowed her eyes at him, most probably wondering why a monk would be getting tickets to a live rock show. “The Johnny Kendricks live show,” she repeated, unconvinced. James straightened his back and eyed her strictly through his glasses. “Judge not, lest ye be judged,” he said archaically.

2) A story you wrote that made you cry

My Best Friend's Girl. I cried so much writing it, both with James's heartbreak and Sirius and Lily breaking up!

3) A story that still makes you laugh every time you reread it or think about it

I'm going to go with Are You Experienced? again!

4) Best moment of canon compliant characterization

I take great pride in my canon characterization! A story that always gets positive comments about the characterization of both James and Lily is The Great James Potter. Here's a snippet:

“All right, Evans? Had a good holiday?” “Sure,” she replies noncommittally. For some reason, she has always felt wary about James Potter knowing stuff about her. She has always thought of him as the kind of person who will use what he knows against her, and she doesn’t like anyone having that kind of power over her. “I was sure you’d be Head Girl this year.” She nods. Even though there’s nothing in his tone to suggest it, she understands it’s meant to be a compliment, and she takes it as such. He leans back on the seat and stretches his arms. “Can’t say the same about me, can you,” he adds with a sly smile. “I’m not completely surprised,” she admits. She is aware that his right arm is casually resting on the back of her seat, and she leans slightly forward to put some space between them, resting with her elbows on her knees and her chin on the back of her palms. Stray strands of red hair fall in front of her eyes, but she makes no effort to brush them back, instead looking at him through them. “But do you even know what you’re supposed to be doing here?” “Of course,” he says smugly. “I read the letter. Enforce the rules of the school and set a good example for the students.” “Do you know the rules?” He pushes his glasses to the back of his nose. “You have to know the rules to break the rules.”

5) Something you wrote in a fic you secretly (or not so secretly) think as canon

As pictured in The Big Little Moments: James and Lily lived with their parents after Hogwarts and really moved into their new home on their wedding day.

6) The most romantic bit you’ve written

Oh I've written a few good ones, if I say so myself! Here's one that many people have swooned over, from Inescapable:

“I don’t believe in destiny.” He tuts. “You should. It’s real, and it’s written all around you. Everywhere, from the tea you drink to your palms and your eyes.” “Nothing’s written in my eyes,” she says, averting her gaze and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “The stories in your eyes could fill books, Evans.” She looks up again, slowly, cautiously. She’s biting her lip. Her cheeks have turned pink. She’s beautiful. He knows not to say anything more yet – it’s a fine line he’s walking – but his destiny has never been clearer.

7) A fic you wrote that everyone sleeps on, but you know is excellent

It's A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll). It's funny, it's fluffy, it's got music, it's got Jily and Marauders friendship. Honestly, it deserves more love.

8) Wow us with an excellent excerpt

I'll try! xD I consider Nom De Plume one of my best written works, so here's an excerpt from chapter 1:

James had always resorted to writing to express himself, clear his mind of the thoughts and ideas that chased him obsessively – and obsessively was the right word for how Lily Evans made him feel. He had started out with hymns and praise – pages dedicated to her beauty, her fiery spirit, the life sparkling in her emerald green eyes. He wrote down all the things he wanted to tell her, from Victorian literature-style confessions of adoration to the raw passion of Henrietta Hummingway’s heroes. And every drop of ink that seeped into the page carried him deeper and deeper, until it was his innermost desires he was describing, dreams of touches and caresses and becoming one with her; whispers and echoes of moments he’d never lived, but that were alive in his heart, painted in his mind, etched on his bones. When he lost her – when she wasn’t even there to admire from afar – he lost all rein on his fantasies. He stayed in the Academy, doing research, and every brilliant green would remind him of her eyes, every scarlet hue of her hair. He stirred potions and wrote papers, and when he went home and showered the remnants of the fumes away from his body and hair, he imagined the door opening by her hand; he imagined her seeking him, missing him; he imagined himself saying the right things for once. Then he would sit at his desk and write everything; he wrote her as beautiful as she was and as in love with him as he wished she’d be. He let himself surrender in stories where she longed for him; where she regretted every time she’d denied his invitations; where she came back to work at the Academy and they were partnered, and it all led to more, and then more.

9) Five words to describe your writing

Concise, poetic, polished, deliberate, witty.

10) The fic you are most proud of

I'm going to say Nom De Plume, because it's my first multichapter AU, and I worked so hard for such a long time on it! I love the writing in it and I think I did a good job with the plot and characterizations overall. :)

Tagging @kay-elle-cee @charmsandtealeaves @ksarasara @abihastastybeans @nena-96 (if you've already done it, tag me so I see it! I was away for the weekend and I've missed a lot!).

#tag game #self rec #my snippets

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justsomerandomfanfic · 8 months ago

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Hi, so I'm not entirely sure if your still doing match up requests, and if you aren't pretend this doesnt exist. Also I love your works so much. They're so good.

If you are still doing matchups, could you possibly do a romantic matchup for harry potter, preferably marauders era cause it's my favorite. Maybe like a girl and boy cause I'm pansexual. also please and thank youuu!

I'm a teen girl and my pronouns are she/they. I have dark brown with hints of red in my hair cause I dyed it with a box dye that didn't really work. I promise you only see like red highlights in the sun. It's not ugly. And i have curtain bangs and some layers. I wear glasses because my eyesight has become horrible in the past few years.

I love reading and drawing..it's what I do the most. I like to read romance that has adventure or like mystery involved. I love dystopian and zombie apocalypse books, but am terribly afraid of zombjes. I also like coming of age stories cause I try to romanticize my life with those books. My room looks like a library and I no longer have any room for books, but I keep on buying more. I draw a ton and I really love watercolor. It's my absolute favorite thing in earth. I decorate my room with all my drawings. I love music, like phoebe bridgers and Taylor swift ( mainly folklore and evermore) as well as beabadoobee and the backseat lovers. My all time favorite though will forever be wallows. I also like the cure and flock of seagulls.

Along with that, I love the color green, especially paired with brown or like this magenta pinkish red and light purple. It's so pretty omg. My style is kind of cottagecore on some days, or grandpa on most. I wear a lot of sweaters during fall time. I love autumn omg. It's so fun. I love going to the mountains, mainly cloudcroft because it's so near my city and taking pictures of the changing leaves and mountains there. Also it means the cold is coming and holidays. I'm only happy during those times. I'm also kind of a person who has academic validation problems, so I try my best with school and always have all A's, except pre cal and math because I suck at it. 😭

Anyways thats it. Thank you!!!

Hi! At the time that you sent this in, I was still doing matchup requests! So, no worries! And thank you! I hope you enjoy your matchup! <333

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Harry Potter (Marauders);

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(Romantic);

Lily Evans:

💐 You lived a couple of houses down from the Evans's and you actually met Lily when you were both kids - what really brought the two of you together though, was you both loved to read; before Hogwarts, you both loved to have coloring playdates

💐 You and Lily would spend a lot of time together when you both got into Hogwarts too - studying together, listening to music from your cassette player, and going to Hogsmeade when you both could

💐 When the fall break comes, you and Lily go back home, but don't stay for long, you and her often traveled to wherever you could find pretty, picturesque mountains, and take pictures together - watching the leave change color

💐 During the holidays, Lily would often gift you sweaters, and other types of cottagecore clothing that make you smile - and that you feel comfortable in; in turn, you often gift her books and other sweet gifts that remind you of her

💐 You and Lily had always been great friends, always there for each other, and always there to make the other smile; who know what is in the future for the both of you

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Remus Lupin:

🐺 You met Remus when you got to Hogwarts, it was only a matter of time since you were friends with Lily - James never seemed to leave her alone - that you would meet the secret wolfie boi

🐺 You and Remus had an instant connection, since you both read books - the moment he heard about how your room was completely filled with books, he was like (❤ ω ❤)

🐺 You and Remus often - when you weren't studying or hanging out with Lily - often spent time together in the library, reading, swapping books, and so forth; you both love discussing recent books the both of you have read

🐺 When the summer comes, you and Remus go to each other's places; at yours, you and Remus just lay down on your bedroom floor, listening to your favorite songs on your record player - just the two of you, in the peaceful abyss of music surrounding you - the tips of your fingers interlaced

🐺 You and Remus are very closely matched, having a love for books, the arts, and the world.

#cute #fluff #x reader #matchups #matchup #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #hp marauders #remus lupin #lily evans

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in-my-feels-probably · 2 years ago

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Hi, congrats on a 1000 followers❤. I have a ship request (option two). A romantic ship(maybe rivals to lovers) with anyone from the Marauders era.

And here's a little bit about myself: I'm 5'7, with blonde hair with curtian bangs, blue eyes and glasses, curvy. I love books, old movies from the 40s and music(70s, 60s, modern, Taylor Swift, Malinda etc). I wear a lot of black and sweaters. I'm quite sarcastic and rude if I want to be but I can be really kind also I procrastinate a lot.

Lots of love and congrats again🥰

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i ship you with remus!

(academic) rivals to lovers screams remus. but i think he'd be quickly drawn to you based on your personality and interests. i think he likes banter, and sarcasm is something he regularly uses, so he'd really enjoy talking with you and trying to push your buttons.

as you got closer, youd bond over old music and movies. sirius and james are purebloods, so they don't really get any old movie references. they've been forced to listen to muggle music because of remus and they like it, but you would really understand it more, and remus would love that.

i guarantee into your relationship, you'd be sharing a closet. or more accurately, youd be sharing remus's closet, and he'd have to deal with it. you'd get him things like records, books, and sweaters for his birthday, so technically, its your sweaters to. youd probably end up even james and sirius's too, because i think the boys would in the winter randomly end up in each others clothes. remus would see you eying any new sweater he got, and make it a point to hide it so you wouldn't take it to early. you'd always give them back, but he likes to be dramatic about it.

youd come into the great hall during breakfast to sit next to remus, pretending you didn't see his pout.

"is that my sweater?" he'd ask.

"actually, its mine," sirius would say, not looking up from his plate. "but whatever, i havent seen it in months. consider it a gift. you're welcome, mate."

youd grin, smirking at remus. "see? its a gift."

he'd roll his eyes, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "you're so lucky you're cute, love. so...am i going to get this back?'

he'd pull your sleeve closer to him, tugging you in the process. you'd laugh as you leaned into him, shrugging your shoulders.

"maybe, and maybe not. we shall see, darling. we shall see."

"unbelievable," he'd mumble to himself, but there was a big smile on his face.

hi again! sorry for the long wait. i hope you enjoyed this :)

#remus lupin #harry potter #marauders #1k followers #1k followers celebration #1000 followers celebration #1000 followers #followers celebration

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newmoussaland · 1 year ago

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I had some problems with the default replacement for the butler hairstyle, so I decided to simply cover his face.

Last round…:

💁 Norman got a job in the business career as a CEO ☎️ James West was hired to be the family's butler ✒ Norman wrote his first novel 💋 Emma started an affair with James 🎂 Benjamin became a child 💸 Taxes were 40,400 §

This round's taxes were 39,745 §

First of all, new glasses for Andy. They're still pretty big, but at least the rims aren't obstructing his view.

I never realized that he was a little sloppy, so Emma needs to teach him some table etiquette.

Sooo... ACR kicked in and made Norman fall in love with his wife. What does that mean for Miriam now ? I don't know what I should do, because on one hand, Norman has no morals, but on the other hand, it's LOVE. I guess I'll have to pay extra attention to his wants to see who he'll choose.

FFS, James ! At least knock first 😒

Perfect notes, as expected.

I was expecting Kimberly, but Tabby is nice too.

Excuse me, WHAT THE ACTUAL F#CK ?

New hobby : watching the faces sims make while talking. SO CUUUTE ❤

*checks oven* Ah, yes, this is definitely on fire.

That's it for now.

#sims 2 #ts2 #the sims 2 #thesims2 #New Moussaland #Gameplay #Family : Turner - Gen 0 #Sim : Andrew III #Sim : Norman VII #Sim : Emma

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isablooo · 2 years ago

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Tag game

tagged by @medusadeux! Thank you for tagging me ❤

rules: answer these questions, then tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up with

last song: Soul Lady by YUKIKA. It’s so good, check it out if you like city pop.

last show: The Get Down! I really enjoyed it, I wish it hadn’t been cancelled. Also it gave me the hugest inspo for my 70s disco AU for my vampire OCs - my 70s AU playlist got so many new additions <3

currently watching: I just finished the Get Down so I don’t have a new show yet! So far I’ve just been rewatching what we do in the shadows eps whenever I feel like watching something sjdkfnsj

currently reading: I wish I had a more interesting answer here but I don’t usually let myself read things for fun during term time as I don’t want to get distracted from doing reading for my degree. The last thing I read for class was Giovanni’s room by James Baldwin which was great, and I’ve recently got my hands on a copy of In a Glass Darkly by Sheridan le Fanu- I’m researching Carmilla and its publication history for an assignment but I’d love to read the whole collection when I’m done. My TBR for summer is so long though, I’m excited to dive into it!

current obsession: selkie dresses! I want a pink poofy one but they’re expensyyyy and out of stock in my size.

My latest obsession in terms of media has been a video game called Pentiment which is a murder mystery set in 16th century Bavaria and the art is all in illuminated manuscript and early modern print style, depending on the character! It slaps so hard please play it, especially if you like history!!

tagging: @verdantabsinthe , @marghen , @sweetly-pie , @nigelgraz and anybody else who wants to do this!

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wayward-persephone · 2 years ago

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Just a lil curious as to which creatures watch/stalk you from the woods and who would leave 'presents' (like an animal or something less creepy) on your doorstep as an attempt to be flirting/presenting 🎁👀

Interesting question! I love it!

Edward Dalton, Aurvandil, Russell Millings, Travis Conrad, Lars Nystrom, and Everett Lewis. They would be the ones to bring you dead animals in an attempt to show you that they can provide for their "mate" and to also show off their hunting prowess.

Also I just find the idea beyond amusing of you just opening your door and just seeing a random dead animal on your porch as they lurk not-so casually in the bushes in the background like "👁👁❤"

As for less creepy...

The Grabber, Troy Dyer, Sal Procida, Chet Baker, John Baker, and Tucker Crowe. They would bring you little trinkets they think you would like that would also show that you belong to them. Anything from precious jewelry and lingerie/collars (Albert, James Costa, and Sal) to lovely gems and flowers and feathers (Troy, John, and Chet) to sea glass and pearls and seashells (Tucker)

#kinktober headcanons #The Grabber #Albert Shaw #Edward Dalton #Troy Dyer #king aurvandill war raven #Russell Millings #Sal Procida #James Costa #Chet Baker #John Brown #Tucker Crowe #Everett Lewis #Lars Nystrom #Ethan Hawke #ethan hawke x reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone answers

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I feel like bucky with number 50 and 56 would be amazing😍 (you're such a talented writer btw❤)

aaaaaaah thank you so much!! i really loved these prompts, so i hope you like what i came up with.

Title: Workaholic

Summary: You’ve cancelled one too many times on Bucky—so he brings the date to your office.

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Jealousy, manipulation, SMUT, not listening to one’s therapist, public sex, breeding/impregnation kink

A/N: Omg. These prompts are gonna be the death of me, because I love them so much. I had a fun idea for jealous office smut, so… enjoy 😂

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI!

Enjoy😘

Prompts used will be in bold, but here they are:

50: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

56: “You have no idea how much i want you.”

🥵

It starts simply enough.

“I’m sorry, Buck, I have to work. Tony’s upped the deadline.”

“Another late night, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Can we try Saturday night for dinner instead?”

It’s not that Bucky doesn’t trust you—he trusts you with everything in him, every broken, mis-matched piece of himself believes the best of you.

It’s the other men he doesn’t trust. The ones eyeing the plump weight of your backside as he walks with you, watching the sway of your hips, the upturn of your cute little mouth. He can’t make them stop looking—as much as he wants to—and it drives him crazy, knowing others covet what he has.

What’s just for him.

So he does what he can; menacing looks, quietly delivered threats and unsubtle innuendos that make your cute cheeks warm and make him clutch you tighter, just in case.

You’re so understanding too, that’s the worst part. The part that makes him feel like shit—after all, he knows he doesn’t deserve you, knows he isn’t worth even a fucking second of your attention, but now that you’ve given it, he’s not going back. He won’t.

He can’t.

He knows his therapist would be disappointed in him, the way he hoards you—but he rationalizes that it’s okay to have just one thing for himself, isn’t it? So when you call for the third time that week to say you’ll be home late again, he wants to break Tony’s fucking jaw.

“Can I come see you at work?” He asks, hating how needy he sounds. It doesn’t matter what you say, because he’s coming regardless—but when you say he can, his heart lifts a little. He just has to check, make sure you’re alright, that on one is bothering you—trying to take you away.

“James, I think you have some issues with boundaries. I understand you’ve lost a lot.”

He shook his head. He hadn’t lost anything. Things had been taken from him, there was a difference. “If something is mine, I protect it. Make sure it stays mine.”

“That’s admirable, James, but…” The therapist sighs, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Sometimes people make different choices than we want them to.”

He wonders if his therapist was talking about you, but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re already his. You’ve already made your decision, and he intends to have you stick by it—by him. Security already knows him well, and when he gets to Stark Tower, they let him in easily. It’s late, and most of the other people have already gone home, their offices dark and empty.

You’re still seated at your desk, typing away when he enters.

“Hey, you.” You chirp brightly, smiling so wide and so pretty that it makes his chest hurt. “Couldn’t wait until I got home, huh?” you joked, turning your eyes back to the laptop screen. No. Look at me.

“No.” Bucky says shortly, settling himself on the chase lounge opposite your desk. You look tired, and he can see the remnants of the day’s frustrations all over you; the curls you’d been so proud of that morning were pulled up into a messy bun on top of your head, and your smart, snappy blazer was discarded over the back of your chair. “I missed you.” He says, and you look up at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I know this week’s been hard, but as soon as I’m done, I’ll be all yours.” He scowls at you petulantly, and you giggle. “I promise.

“You promised on Monday. And Wednesday.” He mutters. He knows logically it isn’t your fault, you’re a dedicated worker—a hard worker; it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much. But he doesn’t like the idea of another man controlling your time, even if that man is your boss and his friend, Tony Stark.

“The sooner I finish, the sooner you can have me all to yourself,” You quip, sticking your tongue out cheekily at him. “I shouldn’t be more than another hour at the most.”

Bucky goes to retort that even that is too long, but he’s interrupted by a knock on your door. You both look up at the same time, though Bucky’s expression sours further when he sees a man in a suit leaned casually against the doorframe.

“Hey. Just checking to see that you got my emails with the updated code?” He says, grinning. Bucky cuts his eyes to you. He doesn’t like the way you play with the hair beside your ear as you bite your lip in thought. He doesn’t like the way you nod and smile, telling him that you did get the emails, that you’ll update it yourself tomorrow.

“Yeah, of course, Neil. No worries,” You say, smiling gratefully. “See you tomorrow.”

He leaves, and Bucky scowls at his back.

“He come in here a lot?” He asks, rising from the lounge to stand behind you. You flick your eyes over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, we are both managing the same project together, Buck. He’s in here as often as he needs to be?” He knows you don’t know how your answer makes his blood boil hot in his veins, makes him want to crush the other man’s windpipe in his hands—and it would be so easy, especially with his other hand, but he resists the urge to charge after him and remove him as even a potential obstacle, but only barely. He can see you’re frustrated with him, the pout on your plump lips tells him that. You cut your eyes over your shoulder at him. “Bucky we’ve been over this, babe, you can’t get like this every time I have to work with someone who happens to be a man.”

He doesn’t know how to tell you that it doesn’t matter how many times you go over it—he’s always going to be sore about it. You work with him peering over your shoulder for another thirty minutes before you shove yourself away from the desk.

“I’m going to get some water.” You glare at him. “And you, mister, better be in a seat when I get back.” You warn. An idea blooms in his brain, and he can tell you don’t know what to make of the smug little grin that worms its way across his mouth. Sometimes people make different choices than we want them to.

That only mattered when you were giving people options to choose from. Bucky had known from the moment he’d met you that you were it, the only one for him. He just had to make sure you knew it too, knew that you belonged to him.

When you do come back, you’re holding two paper cups full of water, one for you, and one for Bucky. Knowing that you thought of him, considered him, makes his chest tight. You furrow your brow with confusion as you spot him behind your desk, seated casually in your office chair.

“Hey, get out of my seat.” You chide jokingly, setting the cups down on the desk. It’s only when he rolls the chair away from the desk, and you see the bulge in his jeans that you swallow thickly.

“Oh no, doll. I am your seat. C’mere. You can sit on my lap till you’re done working.” He grins up at you, though his eyes are hard, as if daring you to challenge him. Bucky knows you’re used to softness, and maybe that’s why you’ve got it in your head that you can tell him how to protect you, how to love you—he doesn’t need your help for that. You hesitate, but he can see it, the swipe of your tongue across your lips, the way your breath catches as your gaze moves quickly between his steely eyes and the bulge he’s lazily palming through his jeans. He can tell you’re waffling—so he makes the decision for you.

“Sit.” He orders, and he feels a heady rush as you scramble to comply. He feels your weight settle in his lap and groans loudly. It’s almost too much, your perfect, sweet ass pressed against the hard outline of his cock as you wiggle nervously, trying to get comfortable. You turn, a nervous, questioning look on your pretty face.

“Bucky what are—”

“You said you had to work, doll.” He turns your head forward with a firm hand on your chin. “So work.” He can tell he’s broken the steady stream of your concentration, the way you keep peeking over your shoulder at him. You squeak in surprise when he rolls his hips languidly into yours, knowing you can feel the bulge of his cock through that tight pencil skirt.

“Bucky!”

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I can’t work with you like this,” You whine, moving to lift yourself off of him. He locks his vibranium hand around your waist, holding you in place with no effort. “Bucky please, I have to—”

“Sit.” He growls, and your mewling protests die in your throat. “And work.” You give his arm one last, futile push before settling down. He thrusts against you again, and you whimper, but don’t move. Perfect. “You’re such a fast learner, doll.” He praises. “Tell me what you’re working on.” Another nervous swallow makes the muscles in your throat flex temptingly, and Bucky can’t resist pressing a soft kiss to your racing pulse.

“I-I-um, I’m, we’re working on a new set of p-programming codes for Jarvis’ national defense network—nnnh—Bucky, I can’t—” He licks up the side of your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. His thumbs rub circles on your hips as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to all the exposed skin he can reach at the neckline of your blouse. He thrusts against you again.

“Keep going.”

“It’s supposed to—oh.” You emit a soft sound when he slides his hand under your blouse, his fingers tickling the skin of your belly as he cups your breast through the lace of your bra. Bucky licks the shell of your ear, and you whimper, grinding down a little against him.

“What’s it supposed to do, doll?” He chuckles when you let out a frustrated huff. “Come on, sweet. Focus.” He taunts, dragging his thumb roughly across your nipple and then back again. This is his favorite way to see you, all trembling and whiny and completely focused on him, like you should always be.

“It’s s-supposed to detect deep space activity,” You stammer, the words falling clumsily from your lips. He reluctantly releases your breasts and grasps your hips, moving you back and forth over his cock as he moans softly at the pressure. “A-and-and-Bucky—”

“You know, doll, I don’t think you’re gettin’ much work done,'' He says smarmily, his lips brushing against the back of your throat. “You sure you shouldn’t have just come home to me?” He grinds harder and a curse falls from your lips.

“Buck, I’m sorry—”

“Shhh, doll.” He purrs, nipping your skin. “I’m teaching you a lesson.” He reaches between the two of you to undo the button on his jeans and tug down his boxers. There’s something delicious about the way his cock presses tight against the cheeks of your ass—along with the feel of the cool, silky fabric of your skirt—that makes him throb.

When he pulls the knife from his pocket you gasp softly and he wishes he could hear that sound again and again for-fucking-ever and cuts a clean line along the back seam of your skirt.

“Lift up, sweetheart.” You obey instantly, leaning forward against the table, allowing him to split it all the way down to where the skirt ends, just above your knees. Bucky sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the red, lacy thong pillowed by your perfect ass, and he can’t help but deliver a loud, stinging slap.

“Ah! Bucky!”

“That’s right, doll.” He gives the other cheek the same treatment, before leaning forward to drag first his teeth and then his lips down the reddened marks he’d left.

“You don’t have to be jealous, Buck,” You pant, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the burn he knew he’d lit in your core. “I’m yours.” Your tone is placating, but it isn’t enough. Won’t be enough until he’s buried so deep inside you that you see stars and your legs won’t hold you up for days.

“I’m not jealous.” He snaps, his fingers finding the drenched seat of your panties. He tugs them aside to reveal the swollen, slick petals of your pussy and he grins. This is the proof he needs. Words are pretty—but ultimately useless, as he’s learned. People lie, but your body, it can’t lie—not to Bucky. You gasp as his fingers draw patterns across your throbbing clit. “I’m not jealous,” He says again, petulantly.

You moan, your head dropping forward onto your forearms. Bucky runs an appreciative finger up your wet slit. “This pussy is mine.” He smears the wetness gathered on his fingertips over his cock, a growl leaving him when he begins to push inside. You’re always tight gripping him like a fucking glove, but like this, it’s—fuck—it’s incredible. He almost can’t get in, and you whine and cry as the head of his cock pops inside with a wet squelch. “You have no idea how much I want you.” He mutters. You squeeze around him at his words, and Bucky groans raggedly.

“God, Buck, please!” You whimper, trying unsuccessfully to finish sheathing the throbbing length of his cock inside your aching pussy. “Please.”

“No idea how hard it is not to just keep you on my cock all day,” He ignores your pleas, thrusting shallowly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, doll?” He teases, enjoying the way your thighs tremble as you fight to stay standing. You moan and nod helplessly. He slides his vibranium hand up your chest, cupping your chin as he presses two fingers against your lips. You open, your tongue flattening against his digits as he thrusts them in and out of your mouth, an imitation of what he’s going to do to your pussy. “Oh baby,” He purrs, pushing his hips against you to force another inch of his cock into you. “Look at you.”

He directs your gaze toward the reflective glass separating your office from the cubicles outside. You look so good, your hair mussed, eyes round and glassy and the glowing metal of his fingers disappearing between your perfect lips as saliva drips out around them.

“This is my favorite thing, doll.” He admits, pushing up until his cock is almost fully sheathed inside you. The ragged little cry that tears from you is like the sweetest fucking music. “Watching you go all fuckin’ dumb on my cock.” You tighten up so hard around him that it almost hurts, and you let out a broken moan around his fingers. He flexes his hips into yours, and finally your knees give out, and you collapse onto his lap with a whine into Bucky’s lap, his cock bottoming out inside you.

“That’s my girl,” He praises, savoring the whimper that leaves you as he fucks up into you, ignoring the sound of the pens rattling in the cup on your desk. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and slips them into his own, savoring the taste of you. You’re moaning and crying, pushing your hips back into his as sweet pleas fall from your pretty mouth. “Look at you. Such a cock hungry slut.” He pants. You whimper, shaking your head even as your cunt clenches him desperately. He’s never talked to you like this before, but now that he’s started, he can’t stem the filth spilling from his lips.

“Love that I don’t even have to play with that pretty pussy to make you cum,” He continues, the fingers of his flesh hand tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck as he tugs you back up to sitting. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Oo-oh fuck, fuck, yes, Bucky, yes—”

The hair on the back of his neck stands up as his ears prick to the sound of footsteps, and Bucky has just enough time to pull you flush against him as Neil peeks into the office, his knuckles rapping against the glass. Bucky sees red, and for a moment he considers caving Neil’s goddamn skull in.

“Saw the light, figured I’d come give you a check before I left—” Neil’s voice falters as his nostrils flare. The office reeks of sex, and though Bucky isn’t embarassed, he knows you are by the way you hide your flushed face in your hands. He’s got to see it, the way your lips are swollen and parted, your expression dazed, and your hair now loose around your shoulders. He can see the peaked interest in the other man’s eyes, the way they brighten and spark with jealousy, and it makes his grip tighten on your waist.

“O-oh. T-thanks Neil,” You squeak, unable to meet his gaze. Bucky grins wickedly at him from behind you. He knows it looks like you’re just seated on his lap, though his cock is buried deliciously inside of your tight pussy, still throbbing. “I g-got the email. I’m, um, almost done here.” Your voice is shaky and unconvincing, but bless your heart, you’re trying to keep it together. Bucky locks eyes with Neil, and rolls his hips upward into yours below the desk. Your breath catches and you let out a low, gurgling moan.

“Did you need anything else, Neil?” Bucky asks snidely, thrusting up again. The head of his cock pushes against your cervix, and this time you can’t swallow the whimper that tears itself out of you. Neil’s face goes pale, and he averts his eyes, staring at the carpet.

“I, um. Good. Glad, um, to hear it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turns on his heel, but Bucky isn’t paying him any mind anymore, fucking up into you with abandon. He’s not sure if Neil is gone or not, and he doesn’t really care—he doesn’t mind if he watches Bucky own you, at least it will leave no doubt that you are off limits, and will be until further notice.

“I think he wants to know what it feels like in this tight cunt, doll,” Bucky growls, holding you still as he forces his cock up into you over and over. “I don’t blame him.” The way your walls flutter around his cock makes him groan. “Too bad this pussy’s made for me, ain’t that right baby?” You’re whimpering and sobbing against the desk, the evidence of just how completely Bucky owns you dripping down the inside of your thighs.

“Oh fuck, yours, Bucky! Only yours!” You pant, and he groans. It feels so fucking good inside of you, so tight and hot like fucking a wet fist. He doesn’t want to pull out—he usually does, when you don’t have condoms, or when he’s too gone to wait for you to fumble one out of the dresser, but this time he won’t. He can’t, not when you’re gripping him like a fucking vise and begging so pretty for his cock.

“Fu-uck, I’m gonna cum inside, baby, okay? Gonna fucking fill you up so deep…” He moans, his grip tightening around the back of your throat as you jerk in his arms. You begin to push back against the tide of pleasure at his words, even as your cunt squeezes down at the mention of his hot cum coating your insides.

“N-no, Bucky, wait—”

“No?” He growls, leaning over you as his cock continues to split you open with heavy strokes. You keen, your hips pushing back to meet his despite your reaction. “ ‘No’ ain’t gonna be in your vocabulary anymore, doll, not for me.” His cock punches against your cervix in a rhythm that has you arching up off the desk, your toes curling. “If this pussy is mine like you say it is, I should be able to cum in it whenever I want.” He’s torn the back of your blouse open, leaving wet kisses and bite marks across your exposed skin. “Is it mine?” He asks raggedly, a sharp moan tearing from his lips when your pussy clamps down around him.

“Yes, Bucky,” You sob. “Oh god, m’gonna cum,” You whine pathetically. Your entire body trembles and shakes as gibberish begins falling from your open mouth; a mixture of praises and thanks and sobbing cries that combine with the wet, velvety grip of your cunt and makes Bucky curse too. It’s too much, the feel of you going mindless on his cock has him spending himself inside you. He can feel you still shuddering as he fills you, the walls of your pussy milking every last drop from him.

He stays inside of you, panting as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. His cum is dripping out of you to splatter against the carpet, and he idly wonders how often Tony has them cleaned.

“Buck?” Your tired voice shakes him out of his thoughts. “ M’ready to go home now.” He laughs.

“Okay, doll.”

Fin.

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