#i was deeply excited for it ever since the announcement but i can't believe the plot was good

[whim-prone-pirate]

were you guys also surprised every single week that you never hated agatha all along or was that just me

[ao3-rex1223]

TᖇᗩᗪE Iᑎ - ᖴᗩTᕼEᖇ-Iᑎ-ᒪᗩᗯ ᒪEOᑎ

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Pairing: Father-in-law!Leon Kennedy x Married Fem!Reader

Summary: You marry who you believe is the man of your dreams. At your wedding, you meet your extremely sexy father in law, Leon Kennedy. When your husband becomes neglectful, Leon is there to be a friend...and perhaps even more.

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Cheating, Reader is married but her husband is a neglectful prick, father-in-law sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Size Kink, Creampie

Special thanks to @lipglossanon for the graphic! <3

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest happily announces, raising his hands up and rejoicing for the beautiful union he's just officiated. 

Your husband, Chase, pulls you into him for a deep kiss. You wrap your arms happily around his neck, pressing your body to his. Your heart soars as you finally get to call the love of your life your husband…or at least you think he's the love of your life.

The rest of the afternoon is a blur of photographs, hugs, and greeting your guests. The wedding dress was comfortable when you tried it on at the bridal shop but, damn, it was getting hot now. The tight bodice doesn't help, either. You're relieved when the night finally arrives and you can sit down to eat at the reception. You happily gobble up the dry chicken breast and steamed veggies. 

When dinner and all the speeches are done, you share your first dance with Chase. God, he looks so handsome in his tuxedo. You can't wait to rip it off later. He gently peppers your face with soft kisses and your panties are getting wet. “I love you so much, baby,” you purr, gently whispering in his ear while your guests all look on. You look longingly into his eyes, as if there’s no one else in the room. 

Chase smiles and kisses you deeply. You lose yourself in the heat and passion of his lips. The first dance ends and the dance floor fills with guests; your friends and family alike! You grin widely as you celebrate your beautiful union with your loved ones. 

Finally, a very handsome looking man who reminds you of Chase approaches you. His straight, brown hair hangs slightly around his forehead, topping off a square face. His jaw is sharply angled and speckled with stubble. It’s ruggedly sexy, just like your husband when he forgets to shave. “I'm sorry, I haven't gotten a chance to meet you, yet. I'm Leon. Chase’s father.” He smiles warmly at you.

Clasping your hands together in front of your chest, you light up, excited that you finally get to meet your father-in-law. Leon is an agent with the government and is gone a lot so the stars just never aligned for you two to meet until now. “Oh! Mr. Kennedy! I'm so glad to finally meet you!”

“Please, call me Leon,” he corrects politely and reaches out his hand for yours. “May I dance with my new daughter-in-law?”

You blush with happiness and glee. You're thrilled to have such a sweet father-in-law! Your own father was absent most of your life. He and your mother split when you were little and he’s been gone ever since. You're not even sure where he is. “I'd love to!” You take his hand and follow him to an open spot on the crowded dance floor. He gently places his hand on your waist while holding your hand with his other. You place your free hand on his shoulder and begin dancing. “Chase has told me so much about you!”

Leon chuckles, his charming laugh and easy smile the same as his son's. “Hopefully all good things.” He flashes his pearly whites and looks at you with warm eyes. 

You giggle. “Yes. Chase really looks up to you. He always talks about how hard you work. You've saved a lot of lives!”

Leon shrugs and smiles sheepishly. “It's not really a big deal…”

“You saved the president’s daughter! That's a big deal!” you argue playfully. 

“Anyone could have done it.” He twirls you around as you dance then brings you back into his arms.

“Oh come on now, you know that's not true!” you smirk at him, charmed by his humble attitude. 

“Well, thank you.” His smile fades. “It's been a double edged sword though.”

“Oh?” You ask, your face mirroring his. 

He nods solemnly with a guilty sigh. “I was away a lot. I missed a lot of big things in my son's life. Chase’s mom, my ex-wife, didn't like waiting around for me either.” He smiles sadly. “My marriage ended because I was never around. So I took a partial retirement and now, I just take a few missions here and there so I can be there for Chase…and my new daughter-in-law,” he explains, a more cheerful expression returning to his face.

“I'm glad to hear that! I know Chase has a few business trips coming up so I could definitely use some help renovating the house.”

“Won’t you be busy at work?” Leon asks, his head cocked to one side. 

“Chase and I talked and I decided I wanted to stay home. Chase makes more than enough to support us both…” you begin and blush brightly, “and our future children.”

Leon lights up with a bright grin. “Are you…?”

You chuckle with a wide grin. “No, not yet. Chase and I decided to wait until marriage.”

Leon swallows hard, a look crosses his face that seems almost guilty, but he quickly masks it with another smile. “That's…so beautiful…you waited for him…” He can’t help himself. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m so happy for you two. My son is the luckiest guy in the world.” He twirls you again. “I promise, I’ll be around for you both AND your kids…my grand kids.” He lets out a shaky laugh and drops his gaze to the floor for a moment. “Man…I’ll be a grandfather.”

Your eyes sparkle with endearment. “You look too young to be a grandfather.”

Leon’s cheeks blush. “Yeah…Chase’s mother and I were pretty rambunctious teenagers…She got pregnant when we were seventeen.”

You try to keep your eyes from widening. You knew Chase’s parents were young when they had him but… “Well, I guess I can’t blame his mother…with a boyfriend as handsome as you…”

Leon smiles again, cute dimples forming on his cheeks. “You’re sweet. I see why Chase married you. You remind me a lot of me and Chase’s mother.” He frowns and shakes his head when he realizes he may have implied that you two won’t last. “I didn’t mean…that came out wrong. I just mean, the way you look at him and the way you talk about him, it’s just like how my ex-wife and I used to look at each other. You two will be fine. Just make sure Chase stays home once in a while,” he jokes with a wink. 

You chuckle. “I will.” 

You continue to dance with your new father-in-law and when the song ends, you peck a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m so glad we have you in our lives, Leon.” 

He picks up both your hands and kisses your knuckles. “Likewise, sweetheart.”

At the end of the night, you return to the bridal suite, but are surprised to find it empty; you had planned to meet Chase here at midnight. Oh well, you think to yourself. He's probably just having fun with his friends. You sigh and turn to head into the bathroom to wash up and change out of your dress. You don the sexy, lacy lingerie set you bought to wear for him for your first night together. You smile as you look at yourself in the full body mirror, excited that you'll both be losing your virginity to each other. An hour passes and there’s no sign of Chase, but you know he had been having a great time with his groomsman. 

After another thirty minutes, Chase finally strolls into the bridal suite, surprisingly less inebriated than you expected him to be. You let slide the fact that he made you wait for an hour and a half and instead greet him with a warm smile. “Hey, handsome,” you coo, standing up from the bed to show him your lacy bra and panties. Your body thrums with anticipation for finally joining with your husband in every way possible.

He looks at you with mild interest, not that you realize it right now. “Hey,” he replies with a lukewarm tone. “You look nice,” he compliments, though it’s forced. He calmly walks inside and doffs his tuxedo jacket, gently laying it across the armchair. 

“I got this for you, baby,” you explain with a hopeful smile, gesturing to your revealing outfit. 

He forces another smile and kisses your cheek and replies, “Thank you.”

You tenderly grab his hand. “Are you ready to… go to bed ?” you mutter suggestively. 

Chase smirks lightly and nods. “Sure.”

You crawl into bed and wait as he takes off the rest of his clothes. He sits on the edge and strokes his cock a few times; it slowly hardens. You tremble with excitement as you stare at him…he looks…well you’re not sure if it’s big or small…you haven’t seen many before…

He crawls on top of you and kisses you gently as he guides his cock to your entrance. You feel a sharp pinch as he invades you, stretching your walls. You wince. I thought this was supposed to feel good , you think to yourself, feeling disappointed. He glides into you further, the sharp stinging only increasing. Tears pool in your eyes from the pain. “S-slow d-down,” you plead. 

“Sorry,” Chase mumbles and slows his pace. He pumps a few times, then groans. He stills, holding himself inside you as he cums. He flops onto the bed next to you and rolls over, your marriage officially consummated and your virginity officially gone. 

You love him, you really do, so you’re naturally very upset with yourself when all you can think is, Is this it? You lay awake staring at the ceiling in the hotel suite while you feel Chase’s warm cum sliding out of you. Finally, exhaustion takes you and you fall asleep. 

When you wake the next morning, Chase is gone. The sun beams in through the thin curtains of the suite. You rub your eyes, still sore and puffy from such a long and exhausting day yesterday. You slowly crawl out of bed, trying to feel happy about finally being married. You put on your best smile and get dressed for the day, hopeful that everything will only get better…

But it doesn’t. Chase is almost constantly away for work. Your mood slowly declines. Is this really all there is to marriage? You had hoped Chase would be around long enough to help you paint the guest room, but no such luck. You remember how enthusiastically Chase’s father, Leon, offered to help out if you needed. You contemplate for a while but eventually call him.

He answers after a few rings. “Hey, there!” he greets cheerfully. “How’s my favorite daughter-in-law?”

You chuckle. You’re his only daughter-in-law. “Hey, Leon. I was wondering…could you help me paint the guest room today? I promise I’ll pay you!”

You hear Leon’s soft chuckle. “You are not going to pay me. I’d be happy to help.”

You sigh with relief. “Thank you!” You brainstorm for a second, trying to figure out a way to thank him. “How about I cook you a nice lunch instead?”

“Only if you join me,” he replies happily. 

You chuckle softly with a bright smile. “Of course!”

“I’ll be right over,” Leon confirms. 

True to his word, he arrives a few minutes later, engulfing you in a big hug. He looks handsome in his tight gray T-shirt and old jeans. His thick biceps peek out from the sleeves. “Let’s get started, yeah?”

You nod and lead him to the guest room, already taped, tarped, and ready for a coat of paint. The afternoon flies by as you work and talk with your father-in-law. You laugh more than you have in weeks, your entire marriage so far. 

“So what do you and Chase like to do for fun?” Leon asks innocently. He reaches up with the roller and carefully swipes another stripe of paint onto the wall. 

You pause, trying hard to think of an answer. Chase is hardly around. The last time you did something together was…before you were married really… “Well…Chase has been busy. He’s away a lot for work,” you explain, making excuses for your absent husband. 

Leon frowns and looks at you with sympathy. “Do you want me to have a talk with him?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that! He’s gotta make the money for the two of us, you know? And our future kids!”

“Any developments on that front?” Leon asks casually with a hopeful smile. He resumes painting but periodically turns back to look at you as he does. 

“Well, no…we haven’t really been trying. I’ve wanted to…I’d love nothing more than to be a mom…but Chase is usually pretty tired when he gets home…we just haven’t had time.” You avoid looking at Leon, realizing how sad your explanation sounds. 

“My son is an idiot,” Leon declares frankly as he returns to painting. “When I first married my wife…I couldn’t keep my hands off her…we were at it every day…sometimes more than once,” he reveals. 

You chuckle. “I love Chase. We’re just getting settled right now…that’s all.”

Leon hums affirmatively in reply. You finish painting the guest room and enjoy a nice lunch together, talking and laughing like old friends. He stays all day and you even end up cooking dinner and watching a movie together. 

When it’s finally time for him to go home, you embrace him tenderly. “Thank you for everything, Leon!”

He returns the hug gladly. “No problem. Call me whenever you need me, when my knucklehead son is too busy to be with his wife. ” He gives you a content smile, but there’s more emotion behind it. You can’t see it now, but he’s jealous of his son. You’re so beautiful and kind. He can’t help but gravitate toward you. He pulls himself away, knowing he can’t allow himself to lose control and do something he will regret for the rest of his life. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he adds softly and kisses your forehead. 

The weeks go by and Chase continues to be away on business trips for days at a time. When he is home, he barely pays attention to you. You practically throw yourself at him and he still barely makes love to you and when he does, it’s devoid of the pleasure that you’ve heard comes with making love; the feeling that your friends and all those cheesy romance books describe. Surely you’re missing something or doing something wrong. Every night you're in bed alone, you cry yourself to sleep, plagued with loneliness. As time goes on, you start to look forward to Chase being gone; that means you have an excuse to invite Leon over. He makes you feel whole, warm…loved. When he's around, there are no tears, only happiness and laughter.

You grin with joy one morning when you hear a knock on the door, knowing your father-in-law is on the other side. You run to answer and jump into his arms when he walks inside. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greets warmly, wrapping his strong arms around you and spinning you around. “What's on the agenda today?”

“I thought we could start a garden. I'd like to plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, and zucchini.”

Leon smiles. “No problem. Let's get started.”

You grin happily and lead him to the back yard. The day passes with laughter and inside jokes, time slipping away as the world around you disappears, leaving only you and Leon, the person who makes you happy. Truly happy. 

When you walk back into the house for dinner, you're both sunburnt and sore, but your joyous smiles persist, underpinned by the deep affection you share for each other. 

Leon groans a bit, carefully stretching. “Man…I'm not 20 anymore.”

You hand him a glass of ice water. “I couldn't tell by looking at you,” you compliment. He's incredibly handsome and it takes everything in you to try and ignore it. 

He happily downs the cold drink, his Adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows. The sight makes your mouth water. You're overrun with an urge to kiss his thick neck. You shake your head and swallow hard, trying to rattle the depraved thoughts from your mind. I'm married! “I'll go start on dinner.”

You glance occasionally at your wedding ring which right now feels like a prison. Why does it have to be this hard? Leon makes you so happy. You smile and laugh when he's around. You feel like yourself; you feel whole.  

You season and prepare a few steaks to grill for you and Leon. Your body aches for his touch even though sex has been merely a chore for you at this point. You take several deep breaths, trying to realign your thoughts with your morals, which are dangerously close to collapsing, anyway. 

You finish cooking and serve the meal. Leon is eternally grateful, unlike Chase whenever you cook for him. He simply eats and leaves. “This looks amazing! You're a real master chef!” Leon compliments. 

You preen from his praise. “Happy to cook for the best handyman around!”

“You sure you don't want me to scold my son and get him to stay around more?” He offers with genuine desire to help. 

You contemplate, but the first thought that comes to mind is if Chase is around more, Leon will be around less. You certainly don't want that! “Oh no, that's okay. I'll talk to him!” 

You won't. 

Leon smiles and relaxes back into his chair, returning to his delicious meal. After dinner, you take his hand and bring him to the living room for a movie. 

“What's on the docket for tonight, sweetheart?” Leon asks. He plops down onto the couch, settling into the soft cushion with a relaxed sigh. 

“You pick.”

“The Godfather?”

“I love that one!” You gleefully reply and quickly start the movie. Without thinking, you grab a blanket, snuggle in close to Leon and cover the two of you. It's as easy as breathing. He wraps his arms around you and you lay against him, secure in his warm embrace and happier than you ever have been. 

As the credits roll, you look up at him, eyes heavy with sleep. You spot a small smudge of soil from the garden on his chin. With a soft giggle, you gently wipe it away with your thumb. “Missed a little dirt.”

He smiles slightly from your touch and turns to face you, his eyes glazed with desire. Like magnets drawn together, his lips close the distance with yours almost by instinct. 

The softness surprises but excites you. His kiss is gentle, tender, everything you'd hoped for in a kiss. Your mouths mold to fit each other, like you've been waiting to do this your whole lives. As the kiss lengthens, your lips part, as if on cue, making way for your eager tongues to dance together. 

Your warm breaths mingle in the cool air along with the electricity surrounding you. You feel his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your face closer to his, his strong, calloused digits rubbing your scalp. You lean in closer and slide your hands by his face, cupping his jaw on either side. The soft pads of your thumbs gently caress his cheek. He lets out a soft moan. Dropping his hands to your waist he guides you onto your back on the couch without breaking the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him tight against you. He supports his weight with his forearms. You feel his hardening cock press against your thigh, causing red, hot desire to course through you.

A breathy whimper escapes your tender lips and your eyes slip closed as you surrender to the passion igniting between you. Just as the thrilling euphoria begins, it ends as Leon pulls away. Your eyes fly open, watching him retreat from you, then the couch. He heads for the door quickly, shoving his feet into his shoes and flying out the door without a word. 

You’re left alone, confused, your heart in a storm of passion, desire, and sin. 

Days go by without hearing anything from Leon. The silence slowly drives you mad. Chase is due home tonight and you feel as though you should at least have a conversation with Leon before you confess your transgressions to your husband. You sigh heavily as your period arrives right on time, a confirmation that you still have not conceived a child, one of your biggest life dreams. Your hope of happiness begins to fade as you feel tragically isolated once more, longing for even platonic companionship. Chase tries to engage with you but when he finds out you’re menstruating, he pulls away and leaves the house, his destination left unspecified. 

Alone and lonely are two very different things, the intricacies of them well defined for you at this point. Chase leaves the following week again and you’re left isolated in your home, your prison. You call and text Leon several times, just wanting someone to talk to, but he doesn’t answer. Finally, you leave a voicemail, in tears, on his phone. “Hey Leon…it’s me again. I just,” you let out a sigh, “I really want to see you. I know what happened was…not supposed to happen…but…” you swallow a sob, “I just…you’re my best friend,” you sniffle, “and I really need my best friend right now…please…at least call me…or come over…anything…please.”

To your surprise, you hear your doorbell ring a couple hours later. Hope fills you once more and you answer the door. Seeing Leon’s face on the other side is like a balm for your ailing spirit. Without thinking, you draw him into a warm, welcoming embrace. Your heart finally feels bright again. He tentatively returns your embrace. He missed you too, but there’s a hesitancy in his movement. 

“Leon…I-” you begin but he jumps in.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. He steps back from your embrace to gaze into your eyes. He looks just as lost and guilty as you feel. 

“No, I’m sorry,” you reply, your insides stinging with disappointment in yourself. 

“I shouldn’t have…kissed you,” Leon adds with a blush. He looks away, too ashamed of himself to look at you anymore.

You grab his hand, trying to convey your reassurance. “Leon…we’re both at fault here…” you lead him to the kitchen where you both sit across from each other. With a deep sigh, you confess, “My marriage is…not good.” Tears start falling from your eyes. You turn your gaze to the table, as if that will somehow prevent Leon from seeing your distress. “Chase is never around…he barely touches me when he is…and I just…I feel so lonely.”

Leon’s hand twitches, the desire to reach out and hold yours nearly uncontrollable, but he keeps it frozen in place. He wants to be there for you, but he doesn’t want to cross that line again or even worse, cross another…

“Can we just…” you wipe your tears away, “go back to hanging out and doing random stuff around the house and laughing like idiots all the time?” Your eyes finally climb back to meet his gaze and look at him with hope of returning to how things once were. 

Leon’s pained expression slowly melts into a soft, sympathetic smile. “Of course.”

You grin happily. “Thank you! I missed you so much!” You pull him into your arms again, even though that’s a slightly dangerous move. You blush slightly and withdraw just as quickly, knowing Leon will want to set some boundaries. “Sorry…”

Leon smiles placidly. “It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. I don’t mind…just…no more kissing, okay?” he asserted with a slightly humorous edge, trying to keep the mood light. 

You let out a light chuckle in reply. “Deal.” You wipe away the last of your tears and start cooking lunch together. It takes a bit of time, though not as long as you might have thought, to slip back into your routine. Before too long, you're eating lunch together, talking, and crying, this time from laughter. 

Another week goes by, every day spent with Leon, and the day before you expect Chase to return, he calls. “Hi, sweetie,” Chase begins. You hear a great deal of noise in the background, lots of music and voices. “I’m hitting another conference and I’ll be gone another week. Think you could bring my BMW in to get the oil changed?”

It barely even registers with you anymore when Chase says he’ll be away for longer. “Sure,” you answer. “See you next week.” You don’t bother adding ‘I love you’. You’re no longer certain it’s even true. Plus, it's not like he ever says it to you .

Leon glances over at you inquisitively. “What was that about?”

“Chase wants me to bring the BMW in to get the oil changed,” you reply with a shrug. “Guess I can bring it in tomorrow.”

Leon lets out a dismissing “Psh,” and waves his hand. “I can do it. I’ve got ramps in my truck.” He jumps up from the chair and heads to the front door. You smile and shake your head. He’s always willing to help. 

You quickly slip on a pair of shoes and trot outside to help move the ramps. He grins widely at you, eager to embark on another home improvement-esque project. You help position the ramps properly and then guide Leon as he drives the vehicle up onto them. You stick around while he begins working, watching his T-shirt ride up while he lays on the ground under the car. His delicious looking abs peek out just begging to be licked…

You shake your head. “Need me to grab you any tools or anything, Leon?” you ask, trying to get yourself back to a platonic mindset. 

“Uh, sure.” He describes a few tools around the garage he needs and you carefully search them out and deliver them. 

Whether it's a slip of his hand or a flaw in the car, you're not sure, but you hear Leon groan and curse. 

“Leon!? Are you okay?” You ask worriedly. You drop to the ground to look under the car. 

“Ugh…yeah…just spilled oil all over myself.” Leon’s voice is a mixture of annoyance and disgust. 

“Oh! We need to clean that off! That's hard on your skin!” You tug his foot, coaxing him out from underneath the faucet of motor oil. He emerges from underneath the mischievous BMW and you see motor oil has spilled all over his shirt, arms, and neck. Worried about the potential corrosive effects, you take his hand, smearing some of the offending substance onto your own skin, and lead him to the shower. You quickly help him out of his clothes. Leon blushes, acutely aware of his nudity in front of you, but he’s grateful that you seem to somehow not notice, genuinely concerned for his well being. Your eyes are fixated on starting the shower, shoving Leon under the cleansing water, and washing his naked body. 

“Y-you don’t have to…” Leon awkwardly sputters, his blushing reaching from his cheeks down his neck. 

“We need to make sure we get all of it! Two sets of eyes are better than one!” you argue. You ignore his stuttering protests, worried sick about the negative effect such a toxic substance could have on his health. You couldn't stand it if something happened to him! With gentle thoroughness, you lather him up with soap and scrub carefully, getting every inch, every nook and cranny. When you make your way down to his hips, his dick catches your eye. 

Fuck.

It's big. Bigger than Chase’s…by a lot…you blush and gulp. You force your eyes away from the tantalizing appendage and return your lusty gaze to his face. “Um…I'll let you clean…down there.” You hand him the washcloth with a shaky hand as the deep red hue staining your cheeks spreads like an aggressive rash throughout your body. You turn, facing away from the creature that appears to have been sculpted by the gods. In your haste to rid his skin of toxic chemicals, you hadn’t noticed his ripped physique. His thick shoulders were barely contained in his T-shirt before you ripped it off. His biceps were now fully visible and rippled with each flex. His taut abdomen built up his core like carefully laid bricks. Oh how you’d love to run your hands along it, despite the notion that you could cut yourself on abs so sharp and tight. Tingles bubble through you as you recall the recent memory of his long, thick cock. Your legs tremble, imagining Leon’s tender touch all over your delicate skin, his warmth seeping into every nook and cranny of your form. Your mind conjures an image of his fat dick sliding inside you, consequences be damned. Your heart gives in, your mind yields. Casting off the obligation you willingly accepted when you got married, you let your carnal desires flood the forefront of your consciousness. You’re no longer fighting to justify the craving, no longer desperately explaining away the lustful thoughts he stirs up within you with a mere glance. Your breaths are ragged and uneven as you allow yourself to be submerged in these feelings that have been tugging at your mind since you met. 

Your outward reactions to your own intimate musings don’t go unnoticed by Leon as he scrubs the last of the motor oil off of his skin. He’s apparently reached his own breaking point as you hear a low growl behind you only a moment before strong arms wrap around your waist, lifting you into the shower with him. 

Your shirt and pants quickly begin absorbing the warm water cascading down on you from the shower. Before you can begin taking them off, Leon’s lips crash into yours. One hand snakes up the back of your neck, tangling his fingers into the hair at the base of your scalp. He tilts your head up to give him better access to your willing mouth. Your lips instinctively part, making it an effortless endeavor for his tongue to devour you. His other hand crawls to the hem of your T-shirt, slipping underneath to glide up to your bra-clad breasts. 

You can feel his hardening cock rising up and pressing against your clothed sex. Slick starts to pool between your legs, in quantities you had neither felt before nor thought possible. An icy hot tingle sizzles through you as your body ignites in a passionate blaze. A choked moan escapes you as his hand wraps around your breast, squeezing tentatively at first, but with more fervor as the moments tick by. He grips your wet shirt and peels it off of you with ease, breaking the kiss only for seconds before your lips collide once more. Pulling the cups of your bra down, he resumes his intimate massage of your plush breasts. He groans, his cock painfully hard. Your body responds in kind, the slightest friction against your swelling cunt driving bolts of delicious pleasure to surge through you. 

Realizing you’ve been stunned by the intensity of the moment, you finally let your own hands explore. You begin slowly running your hands up his thick chest, caressing his pecs and sliding upward to gently circle your thumb on his pulse point. Your kiss deepens, moans and whimpers swirling around in the steamy air. 

Leon reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts. Without completely removing them, he uses the newly gained space to sneak his fingers into your underwear and tease your quivering folds. He groans like a starved man as he feels how slick and creamy your forbidden center is with only a few sensual touches. 

Feeling bold, you trail your hand down his body, stopping briefly to appreciate every rock hard muscle before reaching his cock. Leon’s breath hitches in his throat, a raspy growl tightening into a euphoric moan. His hips thrust into your hand, abs quivering as he succumbs to your erotic touch. His fingers still momentarily while exploring your depths, left without instruction from his brain, now almost completely drained of conscious thought by your ministrations on his steel shaft. He loves you; he fucking loves you and he can’t deny what he needs anymore. He knows his son is a bastard and probably nailing some slut in a high class hotel room, tainted with adulterous debauchery. Granted, he’s about to do the same with you, he knows you put everything into being a good wife; you gave it your all, but a human being can only take so much neglect. Leon knows you need him and he’s going to give you everything. 

Turning off the shower, he lifts you into his arms and brings you to your bedroom; your marriage bed. Though clinging to your skin, Leon manages to rid you of the rest of your soaking wet clothes. His soft lips briskly kiss yours before venturing further down, sloppily nibbling at your collar bone and eventually sucking as much of your pliant breast into his mouth as he can. His tongue swirls around your nipple and his teeth softly graze the sensitive bud. His fingers bury themselves in your sopping cunt again, continuing their earlier excursion. 

You feel like you're orbiting the moon right now, between the sensations on your breast and the ones between your legs, you wondered how you never knew intimacy could be this pleasurable. You’ve never felt anything even close to this with your husband. He takes no time to do stuff like this. He rolls on top of you, pumps inside you a few times, then finishes. There’s not much to it. He’s in and out like a doctor who’s on his last appointment for the day and already late for his 4 o’clock tee time. But Leon…he’s giving you sensations you didn’t know existed on this plane. Your body feels like it’s burning in the most delicious fire, blazing through your form and leaving scorching pleasure in its wake. His fingers hit a particular spot on your inner walls that rockets you into the stratosphere. An unrefined, guttural moan cuts through the air, fired from your parted lips as your back bows off the bed. 

Noticing your reaction, Leon amps up his ministrations, stroking your spongy pleasure center with expertise. You’re writhing in the throws of passion and euphoria. Having surrendered to your baser instincts, you arch your back again, letting every moan and whimper fly past your lips, unencumbered because, fuck it, you don’t even care if the neighbors hear. Every rub of his fingers on the sensitive trigger within your vault has you seeing heaven. 

“You're so beautiful,” Leon purrs. He drops his lips to yours again, swallowing your sweet, melodic vocalizations. His pace quickens, his strokes becoming quicker and more intense. The build towards something that can only be described as magical progresses rapidly. Your breaths are rapid and shallow; your heart races, pounding heavily in your chest. Sweat beads all over your body, leaving your skin glistening in the afternoon light. 

His thumb begins rubbing your clit, that sensitive bundle of nerves you hardly knew existed until it swelled as a result of Leon's expert touch, making you feel like a horny teenager. Finally, the fireworks explode, your entire body contracts, cunt squeezing down on the fingers inside you. Pleasure overflows in every cell as your brain floods you with dopamine. An ecstatic cry bubbles from deep within your lungs, surging through your throat and curling around Leon's tongue as it surges through your mouth. 

When the waves of rapture subside, you fall limp on the bed. Your pussy finally releases Leon's fingers and he slowly withdraws them. He brings the delicious essence to his lips, sucking your delectable juices clean off his hand, the act causing your eyes to overflow with lust and your jaw to slip just slightly open. His gaze bores into yours and you know this is only the beginning; the preliminaries. 

He gently crawls on top of you, capturing your lips in another decadent kiss. His tongue reunites with yours, tenderly caressing your oral muscle. He rolls his hips at a lazy pace, teasingly grinding his length against your drenched cunt. Your senses are on fire yet still hungry for more heat. One of his arms holds him up and the other glides softly down your perfect curves. “I need you, sweetheart. I can’t stop myself anymore,” he murmurs between kisses.

“Don’t stop! I want this! Please! Oh God! I need this!” you beg through heavy breaths as your tongue dances with his. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to feel your bodies pressed together even tighter. You feel Leon’s hand slide further down your lithe body, his fingertips leaving buzzing tingles behind. He moans your name like a whispered prayer in your ear, brushing his lips against the supple lobe. Your fingers tangle into his sandy blonde hair as a soft whimper slips out. 

Finally, his hand grips his thick, rock hard cock and guides the tip inside you. Your head digs into the pillow beneath; Chase’s pillow. A twisted sense of satisfaction fills you but disappears just as quickly as the exhilaration of Leon’s incredible dick gliding inside you replaces all conscious thought, lubricated by your natural, creamy essence. A long, desperate moan draws out of you, paradise within reach. Your breasts heave against Leon’s chest as gasps overtake your breathing. His lips dance across your face and jaw as he begins to pump at a teasingly slow pace. He nibbles on your neck, gently biting and sucking your creamy skin. Your back instinctively arches into him, each thrust of his cock along your sensitive walls sending bolts of pleasure up through your spine. 

Your heart is racing, pounding in your ears and hammering in your chest. Your cunt begins to quiver, submitting unconditionally to the pistoning shaft grinding against your inner vault. The warm, electric buildup you can feel inside your lower abdomen grows ever stronger until it’s impossibly tight, ready to burst like a rubber band stretched too far. Finally, you reach your peak, your pussy squeezing Leon tight like a greedy sinkhole of lust and sex. A deep gasp sucks in the thick air around you, replenishing the oxygen that’s been dragged from your lungs to fuel your earth shattering orgasm. “Oh God, Leon!” you cry out, your hands gripping his thick biceps as you ride out your climax. Your slick pussy squeezes his cock, a vice grip holding onto his manhood like it never wants to let him go. Your thighs tighten around his waist as euphoria rocks through you. His touch is like a drug and you’re already addicted. 

A low growl rumbles in Leon’s chest, manifesting to a guttural moan the erupts from his lips just as he thrusts inside you one last time to spill his cum deep within your womb. “Fuck…” he pants out with winded breaths. He collapses onto the bed next to you, sweat beading down his forehead. You both lay there recovering from the intensity of your tryst for several moments before Leon rolls to his side and props himself up in his elbow. Smiling affectionately, he leans down and kisses your forehead. “That was amazing…I…I've wanted that for longer than I care to admit…”

You gently cup his face, pulling his face back to yours for a tender kiss. “Leon…” you whimper, letting your voice drift away as your emotions overwhelm you. You're having trouble admitting to even yourself that you wanted him too…for a long time. 

He gleans your meaning anyway and rolls to cover you partially, capturing your lips once more as you both ride the afterglow.

[silenzahra]

Hey there, did you know August 21st is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day? So I'd just like to take this opportunity to tell you how much I appreciate you both as a friend and as a writer. As you probably know, I enjoyed all of your stories. You also write amazing posts - headcanons etc. Heck, even your commentary in reblogs is always so nicely written. I think you're very talented!

It's one of your stories, Anything for him, that I owe the fact I met you on this site. It's still one of in not my favorite Luigi's Mansion fanfic. I guess it's just a reminder for the occasion since I'm sure you already know it.

And I've actually been planning to reread another of my favorites from you, Keeping you warm in the near future,

Thank you for your hard work. I know you've only recently overcome your writer's block and general burnout, so I think it's all the more important that you know your effort and dedication, past and present, is still very much appreciated. I love how passionate you are about the Mario franchise and how you share that passion in so many ways, most of all your fics.

I can't wait for your nexts works, but also please remember that it's okay to take as much time as you need and that your physical and mental health always comes first. Take care!

And happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day!

My dear @megamagimugi, have you any idea of how much your words have moved me and made my heart swell? 🥹🥹🥹

First of all, I'm sorry that I'm a day late, but the fact that you took the time to write this ask and tell me about how much you love my content and appreciate me as a writer and as a friend... I'm so honored and flattered and BLESSED I swear. Thank you so so so so SO much 🫂🫂🫂

I'm seriously so happy we got to meet thanks to you enjoying Anything for him! I can never forget about how excited you were when I announced I was working on the final chapter, which in turn made me even more excited to finish and post it 🥹 I'm truly so touched that it remains as your favorite Luigi's Mansion fanfic! That's seriously one of the highest praise I've ever received 🫂💖 And of course, the amazing and beautiful drawings you made for this story will forever live in my heart rent-free 🥹 (And hopefully soon in my walls at last!)

Oh my, you wanna reread Keeping you warm? 😍 My God, I don't think I can ever get used to people rereading my stories. It's just so incredible and amazing to think that you liked them so much that you feel like revisiting them months after they were posted! 🥹 Again, that's one of the highest compliments I believe any writer can get. I'm just so honored to have gotten it from you, dear friend 🫂💖

I really feel so validated by your recognition of my efforts to overcome this writer's block and burnout I've been fighting for the past month 🥹 It's thanks to you and this wonderful community that I'm feeling so much better! And I'm also so happy and blessed that I get to share my passion with you and our wonderful friends 🥰 Thank you so much, Mugi, from the bottom of my heart 🫂💖

I deeply appreciate both your advice and your enthusiasm! I'll still be slow at getting back to writing and actually posting something, but I'm glad to announce that I've started making progress at last! 🥰 I'll go at my own, slow pace, but just as Mario taught us: we should never give up 💪❤️

Thank you once again for this lovely surprise and for your unwavering support, dear Mugi! I hope that you know that I deeply appreciate you as a friend as well 🫂 You're such a kind and sweet person, and I feel so connected to you! I'm so incredibly happy that we met 🥰💖

And of course, I'm deeply in love with your art style as well! 😄 I'm just so glad and honored that my story inspired you to create the beautiful pieces you gifted me with 💖

Please have the biggest hug ever and take care, dear friend! 🫂💖

[blacknovelist]

Speaking as someone who has played oneshot since its initial iterations as an rpgmaker game a solid... man. It's been like. What. Almost seven years?? Eight???? Screw the progression of time, man, the original game came out literally in 2014

But like it's insane to think about ngl. I remember when it was just this... little short cute lookin meta game I picked up not long after playing OFF (since the meta scene was super popular by then) like, oh, cool, let's see what it can do! It'll be fun!

It turns out what it can do is give you terminal brainrot that lasts a blindingly vivid eight years and the now borderline fundamental childhood-earlyteen memory of crying for over an hour over the weight of the impending decision you'd have to make and the knowledge that the consequences, both good and bad, would be permanent, and it was up to me to decide what i could live with. I assure you all I have been very normal about it this whole time.

I have not been normal ever since holy FUCK that moment was formative

But like... man. I remember thinking, wow. This game is really small and niche. It's gonna be one of those little things I store in my chest and hold onto forever that I won't get to see outside of my sphere much. When the steam version got announced I was MIND blown and SO excited, because this was my favorite game on the PLANET and suddenly it was not only coming to steam but maybe there would be NEW STUFF like holy SHIT! I can recommend it so much easier!

and fucking. Solstice. Solstice. Hang on I need to readmore if I go on cause this is getting into spoilers but motherfucking solstice I just

This game has meant so much to me and it means the world that. Here it is. Joyous and loud and so very cared for. It's small but beloved and I can't believe we got all the way over here. Oneshot is on every major console now. It has its little virtual machine. I love it so much and it's out there for everyone else to see... I am. So glad.

[Spoilers below the cut— I usually believe they don't matter that much, but Oneshot is one of the very few games I believe deeply needs to be experienced mostly blind the first time so please take care]

When oneshot on steam first released tho like. people who Don't Know, I need you to know that solstice did not exist back then. We had two total clues that it was even a thing— the clock in the Refuge, gradually counting down, and the bolded words on the game steam page. Yall, that was IT. When it first came out, there was no "return to the beginning" or whatever, it was just... the journal. And the tower, helping niko even when he didn't know I was there. Hell, the journal was new to steam and I remember it, you know. How afraid I was. For the world. For Niko. For everything, that first time. Because I loved it, and I wanted things to be as good as I could make it.

And we counted the days until solstice. We wondered. We figured out what day the clock would stop counting on, wondered what the door would do. And then it dropped, and suddenly... suddenly there was the chance for everything to change. Do you know how magical that was? Three years of knowing the choice was always one or the other, even when little things changed, only to be told that maybe... maybe this could be it?

Fuck, guys.

And now we are here again. I never would have dreamed this little game I loved would end up on literal game consoles— but it's so clear to me how much love went into this game port to make it happen. The essence is the same but you gave it just enough that I.... man. Man. I. Never knew a gut punch like 'From Niko'. But it reminds me, you know? This world never died, not really. Not even at first, back then, when it was all or nothing, one or the other. It was always in my heart.

It's in Niko's heart too. And all of yours, who played it. I don't know what else to say or think, really, other than... thank you.

[holden-caulfield]

Mere Acquaintances

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SUMMARY: “Our siblings are in an arranged marriage and so we see each other at awkward social gatherings between our two kingdoms” AU

WARNINGS: there might be a swearword?

WORD COUNT: 1439

A/N: uhmmm this is my entry for @ladyvesuvia 's writing challenge... hope you like it (i suck at writing royal aus because i can't make it 'royal' lmao)

How exciting, you thought to yourself the first time your brother announced his betrothal to the daughter of the adjacent kingdom's king. You knew he was completely enthralled by her and you heard stories from your very own brother about how the two of them got along just perfectly.

You had never been favorable to arranged marriages, but, once you saw that sparkle in your brother's eyes, you couldn't have been happier for him.

How exciting, that was until you had to actually meet the princess. She was lovely, exactly what you wished for your brother, but her brother was a completely different story.

You had met him few times actually, just a few awkward encounters with the young man whenever you were both forced to attend your parents' gatherings.

To get along, they said. You tried your best to appear friendly and open, that much could not be said about Draco Malfoy, the royal pain in the ass.

He never once looked at you unless it was with an air of superiority. You exchanged three words in total since you met him and those three, brief words were "So, how-"

"No."

You decided not to conversate with him anymore, not that you cared; the man was so full of himself he probably did not need you to entertain him since he had his own company.

Royal parties were spent in silence: you made polite conversation whenever required, but didn't despise the quietness that created once you were left alone for it did help you ponder.

In those moments, your favoured object of interest was him. You were not watching him because you liked him, that be clear. You were analyzing him: he was arrogant, yes, but there must have been something more; no one can be that shallow.

He looked just like any prince should have looked like; regal. But with a touch of stiff excellence that made him always stand out. He looked displaced among his peers, almost as if deeply inside he wished not to be a part of it.

He looked just the same that day, blank expression on his elegant features, carried around with such poise you wondered why everyone's eyes weren't directed towards him.

He caught your eye, an action that made heat rise to your cheeks and that made your gaze quickly settle on something else. That something turned out to be the ballroom, full of couples dancing and cheerily talking with one another.

You noticed your brother, waltzing with her betrothed. He looked happy, genuinely happy; that smile was one you had not seen on his face since you were children and-

"Lady y/n." the sudden voice reaching your ears made you jump slightly, you were not expecting such a deep baritone to greet you.

You turned around to find him in front of you. You narrowed your eyes, unsure of the situation you had just witnessed, unsure of the reason why he had approached you.

"Would you join me for a dance?" you couldn't believe your ears, they must have been deceiving you.

His expression was the same as always, you couldn't decipher whether the proposal he had just made was truthful or just pure amusement for him to see the disheveled state his simple question had put you in.

He offered you his hand and your first instinct was obviously to refuse it, what kind of gentleman ignores someone all the time and then asks said them to dance out of the blue?

But there was something inside of you that wanted to dance with him, that wanted to take his sophisticated hand and let it guide you towards the ballroom.

"We shouldn't." you uttered and his hand fell promptly, an emotion unknown to you crossed his face but he quickly shrugged it off. "It's our siblings' ball, we shouldn't steal their spotlight."

"By dancing?" he asked, slightly chuckling.

"Yes, by dancing." you tried to sound convincing, but you could sense he had seen right through you.

You returned your gaze to the ballroom, a feeling of regret harbouring in your mind.

You felt him come closer, his body heat slowly engulfing you, but you refused to turn towards him.

"They won't mind, princess." his voice was low and enchanting as if he was performing some kind of magic spell upon you. And it was working.

"They will."

"They won't." he said offering his hand again, his lips breaths away from the shell of your ear and you felt chills running down your spine at the words spoken so closely in such a public space, under everyone's eyes. "They are too busy contemplating the happy couple to care about anything else."

You gave him a sideways glance; a terrible mistake because his eyes were now piercing yours, making it impossible to refuse the proposal.

You took his hand, entwining your fingers with his, and it felt so natural, so instinctive, as if it were an everyday procedure.

He led you among the other couples, the stares the two of you received were of no importance as he held your hand tightly in his, as if he was scared you could have regretted the action.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing?" you suddenly stopped, common sense finding its way back in your brain but it was not enough for you to leave his hand.

He furrowed his brows, creasing his ethereal face in question.

"Why now? Why are you suddenly so interested in me?" your face earnest, your eyes pleaded for any excuse.

But he remained silent, his icy stare penetrating your orbs with such intensity you felt your legs trembling slightly. His grip threatened to loosen but you held him, refusing to let him leave you alone like he had done countless times before.

"What are you doing?" you asked again.

He opened his mouth to reply, his hard look fell along with his feigned arrogance, letting a new face emerge: it was him but he was so different you could have easily mistaken him for someone else.

"I'm trying to be nice, we are supposed to get along... I didn't think it was this much of a deal, princess." he replied, the insolence rapidly coming back. He tried to let go of your hand but you were adamant; he would have given you a reason whether he wanted to or not.

"That's not it."

"Do you think you know everything, princess?" he kept on adding that last word with such spite, as if it was you who randomly decided to save him from the boredom of the royal ball with the excuse of a dance between mere acquaintances.

"I do think there is something you are not telling me, prince." he visibly stiffened but the corners of his mouth gave you the opposite impression, as if he finally felt at ease for the first time ever with you.

"You are wrong."

"Am i, prince?"

With speed similar to that of light, he took your waist in his grasp, still holding your hand with his own, your faces now embarrassingly close as you swayed on the dance floor.

You felt his chest rise up and down against yours but he refused to fully meet your eyes, instead searching for something in your face that he already deemed impossible to find.

"Am i?" you repeated, tentatively.

"No, no you're not." he spoke slowly but somehow hurriedly, as if he didn't want to let the words escape his mouth because once they were out it meant they would have been real, thus meaning his feelings couldn't be denied any longer.

"Then tell me. What are you doing?" your tone was soft and careful, but a touch of impulsiveness was still audible.

"We're dancing, aren't we?" he said smugly, his gaze focusing on the guests that were now watching the two of you very intently. "Maybe we shouldn't have, we are attracting a lot of attention."

You frantically turned your head to look at all the people watching but his firm grip returned you to his eyes. "Don't look at them, princess, look at me."

You couldn't describe it but all the days he had spent ignoring you vanished as he spoke to you so softly. But you needed an answer.

"Why are you doing this?" sincerity lacing your tone, he couldn't help but smile and sigh.

"I fancied you since the first moment, y/n, but i thought it would have been seen as inappropriate to get closer to my sister's fiancé's sister." you giggled lightly, rolling your eyes.

"It might be, but i'm glad you changed your mind, then."

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[steviesdoll]

Once Upon A Time

Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : In which the reader is a princess. She's the only daughter to King Anthony Stark . So considering that she's the heir of the throne. But a prince(Bucky) comes from another kingdom and the reader and the prince immediately fall in love. The reader loved the prince and wanted to marry him as soon as possible. But the prince pretends to love her but he actually wanted her wealth as the reader is from a rich kingdom and he from a poor. So one day the prince asks the reader to come with him to see the most beautiful rose in the world. The reader goes with him to the woods to see the rose but when she touches it she falls asleep and the prince cheated her and took all her riches and ran away. The king sent people to find his daughter and finally found their sleeping princess . The advisors told that the princess will only wake up after the curse of the poisoned rose is over. The king announced that any charming prince who wants to marry her has to wait until she wakes up. But days, weeks and months pass she didn't wake up. Finally 2 years passed. For 2 years a knight(Steve) waited for her to confront his love to the princess though they were childhood friends and he loved he when he was only 14 but he never told her considering that she's a princess and he is only a knight but when he got the courage to confront his love for her she was asleep . Then the day came when she woke up. And when the knight told about his love to her and her eyes watered. Then they both married, though her father was not happy for his only child to marry to a knight but he didn't question it because he loved his daughter. They married lived a happy life and ruled their kingdom.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (slightly)

Warnings: a lot of fluff, poisoning, cheating, no smut,

A/N : I hope you will enjoy reading it. And if you do please let me know. Sorry for making bucky a cheater. Please don't mind if there is a grammatical mistake just ignore it as my mother tongue is not English 😅

Once opon a time

There was a king named Anthony Stark of the Iron kingdom. He ruled with his lovely wife Queen Virginia. He had a daughter named (Y/N).She was the only child of King Anthony and Queen Virginia. She was the heir to the throne. She was loved by her parents and the people of her entire kingdom. She and the knight of the kingdom were childhood best friends.

Princess (Y/N) was very beautiful. She grew up in riches but she was very kind to everyone.

One day a prince from the Winter kingdom came to visit the Iron kingdom. He came to the castle to meet King Anthony.

While he was on his way he got hit by the princess.

"I'm sorry " you aplogised to the handsome stranger standing in front of you. By looking at his clothes you understood that he is a prince from some other kingdom.

"No I'm sorry, I was not watching my way " he apologized "Are you princess (Y/N) of the Strak kingdom "

"Yeah I am princess (Y/N)"you replied "And you..... "

"I'm prince James of the Winter Kingdom "he told "nice to meet you "

"you too "

Your one day meeting turned into everyday meeting. James stayed in your kingdom for nearly a month and today was his last day.

So like everyday today also you went to meet James or Bucky for you in the midnight. You secretly meet him everyday as your father won't appreciate the idea of you meeting a prince of another kingdom though it was your age to marry but you were the heir to the throne so your father wanted told you that once you become the queen you can do anything you want.

You were deeply in love with Bucky and wanted to marry him as soon as possible. He too loved you. No one knew about your love for Bucky, no one except your childhood best friend knight Steve.

Bucky stayed at the guest house at your kingdom. You went there and knocked the door. Then Bucky opened the door.

"Hey Buck"

"Hi my love, please come in, we don't want someone to see us right "

"Yeah right "

You went in and Bucky closed the door. Then you hugged Bucky tight not wanting him to leave you. His lips then attacked yours. Like always it was not a sweet, passionate kiss but this time it was rough and full of hunger. You broke the kiss.

"I love you Buck, I love you very much "

"I too love you my darling "he replied "but I want to show you something "

"What "you were very excited .

"Would you like to see the most beautiful rose in the world "

"Most beautiful rose in the world, ohh myyy goodd, yessss Buck"

"Then come with me "

You both then went to the woods and you followed him. Then you got to see a huge red rose, it was beautiful. It glowed in the moonlight. You went towards the rose.

"Wow it's magnificent "

You then touched the rose and started to feel dizzy.

"Oh my God, whats happening Buck "

"Sorry my love "

Then you felt Bucky's hand on you he took all your necklaces, earrings and bracelets. Now you knew he cheated you . You understood that he loved your wealt and not you. Your heart broke that the man you loved didn't love you. You could do nothing that time and by then everything went black. You felt asleep.

It had been two days since you were missing. The people in the court told that you ran away with the good for nothing Prince.

But the king could not believe that you ran away with a man without saying anything to your parents.

Then it was knight Steve who suggested the idea of searching for you. He was your childhood best friend and he knew that you won't run away with the prince and he wouldn't know. He knew that you loved Bucky but you didn't ran away with him.

King Anthony immediately agreed to the Steve's idea.

After five days of continuous searching they finally found you in the middle of the woods. You were deep asleep.

The advisors told that the princess will only wake up after the curse of the poisoned rose is over.

So King Anthony announced that any charming prince who wants to marry the princess has to wait until she wakes up. The princes of another kingdoms thought it as a golden opportunity to marry the most beautiful princess and become the king of the Iron kingdom.

But days, weeks and months pass she didn't wake up. Finally 2 years passed.

For 2 years knight Steve wanted to confront his love for you.

Then the day finally came when you woke up after 2 years.

"Princess are you awake "you heard lady Natasha saying.

You opened your eyes saw your two best friends and lady in waiting sitting on the edge of the bed on which you lay, lady Natasha and Lady Wanda.

"Wanda "Natasha told"Go and inform the king that the princess is awake "

"Natasha "

"Yes, (Y/N)"

"For how long was I asleep? "

"For two years, (Y/N)"

After hearing that you were shocked that you were sleeping for continous two years. You thought that you were asleep for maybe two to three days.

Then the realization hit you of what had happened that night. Bucky cheated you, he never loved you. He pretended to love you but actually he wanted your wealth .He tricked you by poisoning the rose and stealing complete two years from you. You decided that if you ever see him again you're gonna murder him. How can he do that to you "

You were lost in your thoughts while you heard the voice of your father.

"(Y/N)"

"Father "

"I can't believe that you're finally awake "

"Yes father "

Then you spot Steve standing at the doorway of your gigantic room.

"Steve "

"(Y/N)"

"You talk with Steve while I announce the good news that you're awake "your father replied and exited your room

"How are you Steve "

"I'm fine (Y/N)"he replied "you won't mind if I say you something "

"What? "

He was silent for a while.

"Steve say what you want to say don't scare me"

Finally he gave in"(Y/N) I love you"

After hearing that you were shocked that your crush, your childhood best friend , handsome knight Steve was in love with you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way for me "

He got up and started to move away. But you caught his hand.

"It's not like that Steve, I too love you "

He was very happy to hear that you can see on his face.

"Steve, if you love me why didn't you say me earlier? "

"I was afraid "

"From whom, me? "

"No your father" he replied "i thought he won't like the heir to the throne with a knight"

"My father's not so cruel, he may not like the idea of you and me together but he won't say anything cause he loves me "

Then you hugged each other tightly.

A month passed everyone of the kingdom came to know about your romance with the knight.

The day of your marriage came. It was a grand royal wedding.

Five years passed

Now you were queen (Y/N) and Steve your King. You too had a five year old daughter Sarah and were on your way to have another soon.

You and Steve lived happily ever after.

[kpop---scenarios]

Into The Night (Final)

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Kai x Reader

Warning: Some angst

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You stand there in complete shock as you try to play through that moment, the moment that Kai had just told you he had gotten another woman pregnant. 

"She tricked me!" He cries. You can see it in his eyes, how he's pleading you to believe him. You want to, you do but you don't know if you can. 

"How.. how in the world did she trick you?" You whisper, your voice is surprisingly calm,

"She said she had something for me to sign, she kept pouring drinks, she was wearing your perfume, a dress that you have." He explains. "I saw you, I swear it was you, I was in and out of it.. the entire time I thought it was you. Baby please believe me." 

"Get out." You growl. 

"Baby.. please don't do this. We can work this out. Ayn please, I love you!" He pleads. 

"I said get out!" You cry. You don't even try to stop the tears. You want him to see how broken you were, how broke he made you, again. 

Kai gets up off his knees, his head hanging down as he turns for the door. He looks back at you, his hand gripping the door knob. 

"I love you." He sighs, walking out of the door. Once the door closes you're on your knees, clutching your stomach as you cry hysterically. You couldn't believe that he would do this to you, especially since the last time he lost you.. he wouldn't have done anything to jeopardize your relationship again. 

As you picked yourself up off the floor, you couldn't help but think of what a lying and conniving bitch Hwasa was. You didn't think there was any level that she wouldn't stoop too, especially lying about a pregnancy, or who the father was. Would she actually go to those levels though? Your head was spinning with different scenarios as you walked to your couch, sitting down. You grabbed a pillow, holding it tightly as the tears flowed down your cheeks again. You didn't know what to think or who to believe. 

You still loved Kai but could you get over this if he was the father? Would you ever be able to look at him the same way? 

You sighed deeply, sinking further into your couch, you moved your hand to your large belly, rubbing it thinking about the two little ones growing in there. This was it, you needed to find out once and for all what happened that night. You needed to figure this out for your growing family, and for yourself, and you needed to find out directly from the source. 

Hwasa. 

You fell asleep that night with a plan in your head, and a lot of hope that someone was lying. 

** 

The next morning you wake up and for a split moment you had forgotten what happened. For a split second you forgot that the love of your life cheated on you and got someone else pregnant. With a heavy sigh you struggle to crawl out of bed, slowly getting dressed before heading to the kitchen. You knew you needed to eat, but you couldn't stomach anything. Your anxiety was through the roof, you felt so nauseous.  So instead of eating, you pull out your phone, dialing a number of Kai's best friend, Taemin, hoping he would know where Hwasa was. 

"Hey, it's Ayn." You say as he answers the phone. 

"Oh.. hey Ayn.. look, I'm uh, sorry.." he fades. 

"Do you know where Hwasa is?" You ask. 

"Um." He pauses. You can hear him whispering to someone in the background but you can't make out what they were saying. "I think she's at the café on 5th." He says. His voice sounds nervous when he talks, he sounds strange. 

"Thanks." You say before hanging up. You don't trust that he doesn't have something to do with what's going on. Yes he may be Kai's best friend but there was something going on, Taemin knew something. 

** 

As you approach the café your nerves worsen as you look through the glass trying to find her. Sure enough you spot her long wavy dark hair as she sits reading a book, sipping on some lemonade. You look down and see her cute little baby bump and your heart sinks.  

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and head straight for her table. 

"Hwasa." You say, clearing your throat as you stand before her. 

"Awh, little Ayn. Hi hun." She smiles. "How can I help you?" 

"I need to know what happened that night." You say, sitting down, your stomach already large.

"What night?" She asks, looking confused.  

"Did you really fuck my boyfriend?" You ask, loud enough for others to hear. 

Hwasa laughs nervously, her face and shoulders stiffen as she fidgets with something. Her eyes avoid you as she laughs again, clearly uncomfortable and clearly thinking of a response. 

Finally she looks at you, her eyes slightly twitching as she clears her throat. "I did." She announces. 

You smile at her with a little laugh. "All I needed." You finish, turning to walk away.

Bitch is lying. 

Outside the café you can't help but smile, you knew she was lying. You felt bad for doubting Kai, but you needed to make sure. And now you just needed to get the confession from someone who knew more than what they had led on. 

You pull out your phone, dialing a number again, placing it to your ear.

"Hello?" 

"Where are you? We need to talk." You say, walking down the street. 

"I'm at your apartment. Kai gave me his key to grab a few things, he figured you didn't want to see him." He whispers. 

"Stay there. I'll be right there." You say, trying too hurry back to your apartment as fast as you can. 

** 

When you finally arrive, Taemin is waiting in the kitchen with a duffle bag full of Kai's clothes. Teats prick your eyes as you think about how he's been feeling with everything going on. 

"Whats up?" Taemin asks as you walk into the kitchen. 

"Why didn't you tell him? Aren't you supposed to be his friend?" You gasp. Taemin looks shocked and confused as you stand there raging. "You're supposed to look out for him and be his best friend, how could you do this?" 

"I.. I..I..  she blackmailed me!" He yells, standing up. "I fucked her once and she got knocked up, I was so excited to be a dad but she told me if I didn't go along with her plan that she wouldn't let me be in its life. I'm sorry Ayn, I really am." He cries. 

You're shocked, more so that he cracked so easily but also that you actually were right. Kai never did cheat on you, it's Taemins baby, not his. You finally felt like you could breathe again. 

"And you were going to let him think the worst of himself because you're to much of a coward to stand up for yourself?" You scoff. "What a friend." 

You pull out your phone, dialing Kai's number. It barely rings once before he answers. 

"Baby." He whispers. 

"Come home." You say, a grin spread across your face. 

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Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

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A/N (Pt 1): Although many of us read fanfiction as an escape from our current reality, I want to acknowledge an important reality in the United States and around the world. If you have a moment, I encourage you to check out this site for more information about the Black Live Matters movement, and resources that you can use to both show your support and educate yourself! There is a lot more to be done, so I hope we all continue to support, LISTEN, and learn (I know I’ve learned a lot over the past few weeks)! 

twenty-three

Kelsey tried her best to paint her face with excitement and eagerness as she and Mallory made their way to the after party. Inside though, she was filled with dread. She wasn't sure what she was most scared of. Was she more afraid that Niall would want to speak with her or more afraid that he wouldn't? Was she more scared that he likely moved on with Krystal or scared that he hadn't?

Then there was the fact that Kelsey had signed a contract. A contract that explicitly forbid any contact with Niall. Her stomach began to lurch at the thought of someone from Capitol being here. Would she be kicked out of Stanford just for attending the same party as Niall?

Kelsey fidgeted with the hem of the little black dress she had slipped into for the evening as they waited in line at the entrance to the large ballroom where the event was being held. Mallory, wearing a form-fitting red dress that showed off her former track star legs perfectly, was rambling on about who might be at the event, and whether it was entirely inappropriate for her to ask for a photo should the opportunity arise.

Kelsey felt bad for ignoring her friend. She knew she should be living in the moment, enjoying the opportunity of a lifetime to rumble with the stars. But she couldn't stop searching the crowd, looking for the face that she was so desperately trying to avoid. Maybe he wouldn't even be here, and all this anxiety would be for nothing.

"Passes please ladies?" the tuxedo-clad man standing at the front of the double-door ballroom entrance announced, temporarily interrupting Kelsey's search for Niall. She reached into her clutch to withdraw the two passes which Basil, as promised, had delivered to their hotel room door a few hours earlier.

"Enjoy," the man smiled, extending an arm in a welcome as Kelsey and Mallory stepped into the expansive ballroom.

It took their breath away at first. Sky high ceilings with glistening chandliers. Small tables covered with black drapes at which people mingled with drinks in hand. In one corner a DJ played music to a crowd that was slowly accumulating on the dance floor. In the other, an ice sculpture and bustling bar filled with people. Waiters spread through the crowd with plates hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne.

"Wow," Mallory whispered under her breath. Kelsey nodded in agreement.

With the exception of the 40 Love album release party, Kelsey had never really experienced Niall's world. She'd imagined it- the scene in her head based off thing she'd seen in the movies. But this. This was it. Seeing it in person for the first time makes Kelsey realize just how intimidating it was. And reminded her of just how much she didn't fit into this world.

"Champagne ladies?" A waiter approaches them, offering two glasses of the bubbly golden liquid.

"Thank you," Kelsey replied, grabbing a glass and quickly bringing it to her lips.

"Let's dance!" Mallory exclaimed, pulling on Kelsey's arm and dragging her towards the dance floor before she even has a chance to say no.

Kelsey saw him enter as she was dancing. He's dressed in all white, the top few buttons of his collared shirt undone, likely revealing his tufts of chest hair. He's laughing, chatting up with some man in the line in front of him. She scanned the crowd for signs of Krystal behind him- knowing she's likely lurking nearby, but when she doesn't see her, she breathed a sigh of relief, trying to return her focus to the beat the of the music instead of the beat of her heart.

Niall was hesitant that Kelsey would even come. When Basil told him that she turned down the offer to come back stage, he'd felt defeated. Maybe she didn't feel the same way after all this time. But he could have sworn they shared a moment. It was fate wasn't it? That they would be in the same place at the same time? 

He was grateful he hadn't dragged Krystal along for this weekend. He'd contemplated it, wondering if that was the right thing to do. Then he'd reminded himself that he was no longer under any contractual obligations, and that maybe the very thing he had needed was Las Vegas. And he was right, the very thing he needed was Las Vegas, or more specifically someone who just so happened to be in Las Vegas too.

He first caught a glimpse of her as she was dancing. Even in a room full of people, she was impossible to miss; because Niall only had eyes for her.  Niall realized that he was staring, but just when he is about to move his eyes away she turned around, and for the second time today- he caught her gaze.

"Are you okay?" Mallory asked. Kelsey realized that while every other person on the dance floor was moving to the beat of the music, she was standing perfectly still. Her eyes locked on Niall's. She knew she should look away. Someone might notice. Something might go wrong. But for a second, the room fades away and it's just her and Niall, like it used to be.

"I..." Kelsey began, noticing that Niall had suddenly began to exit his conversation, taking steps in what she could only assume was her direction. She began to panic. "I need to use the restroom," she said quickly before bolting off the dance floor.

Kelsey raced toward the edge of the ballroom, pushing her way through the crowd until she found a bathroom door that was slightly ajar. She flung the door open and stepped inside, turning around the close the door behind her. Except she can't close it, because there in the doorway stood the very person she was running from.

"You can't be in here," Kelsey stuttered as he closed the heavy wooden door behind him. Kelsey stepped backwards, pinning herself against the white marble wall. She felt her heart racing and she tried to inhale deeply to keep it from beating out of her chest. Kelsey thought that she might have been more calm and collected, but something about him, being here, feet from her for the first time in months made her incapable of controlling her physiological response.

Up close, he looked just like she remembered him. His hair had grown a little longer on the top, and his beard was a little scruffier than when she last saw him. Even from the five foot distance they stood at, Kelsey can see the blue of his eyes. But instead of bright and glistening, they look tired and more dull, like he hasn't been sleeping well. 

"Kels, just give me a minute to talk to you," Niall begged, his eyes pleading with Kelsey as though she was determining his fate. He knew that maybe this wasn't the right way to go about this, ambushing her in the bathroom at an after party where there were bound to be paparazzi. But he didn't know how else to do it, since she clearly wasn't going to speak to him on her own volition. Ever since he spotted her in the crowd at the festival, she had been all he could think about. Niall needed answers. And if the answers came from following Kelsey into a bathroom at a crowded party like they were off to have a quick shag, so be it.

"We can't talk Niall," Kelsey replied sternly. It wasn't that Kelsey didn't want to talk to Niall, she did. There was nothing in the world that her heart wanted more than to talk to the man she had been in love with, that maybe she still was in love with. But Kelsey knew this was far more complicated than a simple chat. She had finally begun to feel like she was achieving her dreams, her life was back on an incline. And talking to Niall, even a few words threatened the very life she had dreamed of for years. Any word to Alan Michaels that the two had even been in contact and her dreams of being a lawyer would vanish. Kelsey didn't want to jeopardize that for a chat with a guy that had obviously moved on from her, no matter how much his begging blue eyes made her fingertips tingle.

Niall took a step closer to her, taking in the sight of the girl who has been haunting his mind for months. She had looked stunning under the dim lights of the ballroom, but her beauty was even more illuminated in the fluorescent glow of the bathroom lights. "Kels, c'mon it's fine. No one knows we are in here. Just give me a few minutes," he tries to reach out and grasp her hand, the way he used to, but she instantly pulled away.

Kelsey eyed the bathroom door, wondering if there was any scenario in which she got past Niall without saying another word. "Niall, you don't get it. I can't talk to you," Kelsey threw up her hands in frustration. She thought he was smart enough to know that there had been a reason she had been totally out of contact. Surely he knew her well enough that she wouldn't just abandon him. 

Niall looked at her for a minute, his mind trying to comprehend what Kelsey was saying. "They made you fucking sign something didn't they," he growled, his face filling with heat.

Kelsey didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything, another explicit direction of her agreement. She hoped that her face would give Niall the answer her needed.

"They did," Niall answered his own question, circling around the bathroom as if doing so would help him come to the conclusion he needed. It had crossed his mind, that the reason Kelsey had so quickly broken things off had something to do with his unsatisfied management. He'd tried to convince himself it wasn't true, because what kind of artist wants to believe that the people that are supposed to be looking out for his best interests would willingly sabotage his relationship?

Niall sighed. "We could have done something Kels, I could have left the label, we could have..."

"Stop," Kelsey exclaimed, sticking her hand out in front of her before Niall could continue his sentence. She didn't want this to become a pity session for the what ifs of their relationship. She'd tried her best to move on from their unfortunate circumstances, and from the look of recent tabloids, Niall had too.

Niall sensed a hint of resentment in Kelsey's voice. And rightfully so, he resented himself for ever putting her in this position. But if she wasn't here to give them another chance than why was she here? "If you aren't able to talk about it then why are you here?" Niall questioned, bringing himself to lean against the white porcelain sink.

"You think I came here to see you?" Kelsey said shocked. She couldn't believe the words had left his mouth, as if she would come searching for him after the recent news she had seen. It was clear to Kelsey that Niall didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

"I.." Niall began, but Kelsey didn't give him the chance to finish.

"You honestly think I would come to search you out after you've made it quite obvious that you have moved on?" Kelsey raised her voice. Suddenly remembering where they were, Kelsey returned her volume to a coarse whisper. "Where is she tonight? Where is she?"

Niall didn't need a name to know exactly what 'she', Kelsey was referring to. He looked down at black tile with hesitation before saying softly, "She's not here Kelsey."

Kelsey felt her fists begin to clench. She didn't know why this was making her so angry, it's exactly as she had expected. But something about being in a room with him, hearing him acknowledge that fact that she  is very much still in the picture starts a fire deep inside her gut. She doesn't want to care. She knows she shouldn't. But the pain is still there, waiting to erupt.

"Oh right, she's probably not here because she's having your fucking baby," Kelsey blurted out. She didn't intend for the words to come out so harsh. She knew she shouldn't be angry, it was her that had made the decision to leave, choosing her future over her relationship. She should have known that eventually Niall would move on. She just didn't think Niall would move on so soon- and with Krystal of all people.

"It's more complicated than that Kelsey," Niall shook his head, taking a step towards her. The tabloids ruined everything. It wasn't like the baby was intentional. But Niall had an obligation, and he wasn't someone that was going to abandon his responsibilities. He wanted to explain it to Kelsey. He wanted her to know that it wasn't as if he had forgotten about her and started a new life, but she doesn't give him a chance to explain.

"So it's another stunt then? Just another step in the seemingly endless amount of PR that you have to do in order to be a successful artist?" Kelsey crossed her arms. "I used to feel sorry for you, you know," Kelsey remarked. "I used to feel sorry that you had to live out some pre-planned life. But now..." Kelsey looked straight into the deep blue eyes that had captivated her ever since she first saw them. "Now I see that you just play the victim in it all, when in reality, you are perfectly fine with people choosing your destiny for you."

Niall stayed silent for a second, reading the pain on Kelsey's face. It hurt him to see it. This was never how he intended for things to go, this was never what he wanted for them. Was that what she thought of him? Complacent with his life? A puppet of his label and the entertainment industry? 

Kelsey moved closer to the door, the distance between her and Niall growing. She considered leaving then, walking out the door and leaving Niall behind once again. She knows that's what she should do. But instead, she turned back towards him. "You promised me," her voice wavered. "You promised me you wouldn't fall in love with her." 

"Who said anything about me falling in love with her?" Niall rebuttled, the knot in his stomach growing. He knew this was what was hurting Kelsey, the fact that after all this time Krystal was the one still in his life and not her.

 "Just man up and admit that you've moved on Niall. I can take it." Kelsey challenged. Her voice came out strong, but internally she was holding back tears.

That was it. Niall couldn't take it anymore, this time his voice was the one that rose. "How could you possibly think that I could have moved on from you?"

He walked towards Kelsey, backing her against the smooth white wall next to the door. Kelsey's breath hitched from the close proximity of Niall's body. She wanted to hate him right now, she wanted to scream at him for ever putting her in this situation in the first place. But the truth was, Kelsey wasn't over Niall either.

"I'm still in love with you Kelsey," Niall whispered, his breath now close enough for Kelsey to feel. "I'll always be in love with you." And then Niall's lips crashed into hers.

Kelsey felt like she was moving in slow motion. Her hands tangled in Niall's hair as he walked them to the bathroom counter, his hands strong as he lifted her hips up to perch on the edge. She knew this was exactly what she wasn't supposed to be doing- especially in the middle of an after party in Las Vegas. But being with Niall- his hands on her skin, his lips on her neck- it didn't feel wrong at all. It felt perfectly right.

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A/N (Pt 2: Update on Updates): Thank you all so much for reading so far! I just wanted to provide an update on upcoming updates :) I'm going to be resuming clinicals next week (Yay!), and it appears my schedule will be quite busy. I’m also traveling to the setting of this very story for my rotation so I’m hoping to get a little exploring in as well. Since my time to write will likely be limited, this is hopefully an acceptable spot to pause Niall and Kelsey's story! I hope everyone is staying safe and well, and look forward to continuing Niall and Kelsey's story with you in about a month! In the meantime, if you are in search of a new niall fic, @booksncoffee​ has composed an excellent masterpost that can be found here!  Or if you aren’t sick of me, here’s mine!

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Guardians of the Stones Chapter 12 A Wedding Night and Lost Daughter

Explicit

They dance. Jamie isn't the best dancer but to be dancing with his wife ~ well for that he will take the men's teasing. They eat and are toasted.

“To the Fraser's. May they fill Lallybroch up with children.” Dougal, his other uncle announces. Jamie flushes. Children and how they are made~well he had yet to tell his bride that he was a virgin. Claire flushes for a different reason. She knows she should have told Jamie that Fergus may be the only child they may have.

Fergus and Hamish had disappeared and then reappeared with secretive smiles and whispered conversations behind their hands.

“Miss Claire, I will be staying with Hamish tonight and…”

“No. Let it be a surprise.” Hamish interrupts. She raises her brows to the young men but they take off with giggles.

“I wonder what that was about.” Claire inquires to Jamie.

“I suppose we will find out.” He leads her back into the dance floor. They dance close and kiss between moves. It is soon not enough. “Mrs. Fraser, shall we retire?”

“Yes please.” She had been married before but to not to a man as giving as Jamie. The thought of laying with him makes her dizzy with desire.

“My wife and I will be retiring now. Thank you for sharing this moment with us and please stay as long as you wish.” A chorus of cheers and whistles greet his announcement. He smiles as her leads Claire away.

They will spend their wedding night in her room off the surgery. When they enter they discover the lads secret. The room is alit in candles and there is a tray of food and several bottles of whisky and wine also on the table.

“Oh those dear boys.” Claire exclaims.

“What a wonderful gift.” Jamie agrees. His bride seems a bit nervous so he adds, “ You needn’t fear Claire. I wasn’t planning on jumping you.”

A smile. “I know you aren’t. It has just been awhile since I did this and,” she pauses as she tries to think of how to tell him. “well, my late husband, he wasn’t into much variety. He actually was a bit controlling over this and every aspect of our relationship. I never felt like I pleased him and I don’t want the same for us.”

“Oh Claire. As we are discussing it, I was in Paris as you ken. The Parisian lasses are a bit more adventurous. I have done a lot. I believe I can please you. But, I've yet to complete the act.”

“You are a virgin?” She is a bit taking aback by his admission. But also intrigued. To be his first..

“Aye. So, my dear wife, if you have your insecurities, you are not alone.” It helps~ that knowledge.

“Will you help me out of my dress Jamie?”

She sees him swallow before nodding. His hands shake a bit as he starts to undo her skirts. When he gets to the laces of her bodice, he is steadier and she is quaking with nervous anticipation. When she is done to her shift, she reaches for the belt holding his kilt on.

“My turn.” Her voice is thickened by desire.They are both breathing hard as she loosens it and it and the kilt fall to the floor. Now they are both just in one layer.

“Claire, may I see you?” he nervously asks. She smiles and unties her shift, letting it pool at her feet. She steps out of it and up to him. He stares at her, wide eyed.

“So none of the French lasses got nude in front of you?”

“Nae.” Said in a strangled tone.

“Let me see you too.” He quickly pulls the shirt off and she also stares. He is like a living version of one of the marble statues she had seen in a museum. And he is hers! She takes his hand and places it on her breasts. He groans and bends down to kiss her. She soon finds herself lifted against his erection as he guides them to the bed. He sits with her on his lap as he kisses down her neck. She lets out her held breath with a gasp when he reaches her breasts and draws a nipple in. He suckles hard and she cries out his name. Frank had been a selfish lover, never seeing to her. Jamie was very different.

Ah Dhai! The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she moves against him. They all conspire to drive himself into her. But he is determined to see to her first.

He slips a hand between them and finds the secret heat of her as wet and slippery as an eel. He kens that is a good thing. He moves to her other nipple and slips his hand into her heat.

“Oh!” is said by them both. It is a revelation, the feel of her so hot and soft. For her, who had never been touched wit tenderness there~ Frank just did to make sure she was wet enough to enter, it feels like a miracle.

He starts to move finding the nub that is the center of her pleasure, he focuses on that. He lifts off her breast to watch her. Her face is a ever changing pallet of pleasure. Her eyes wide and dark, her breath quick as is her heartbeat, her tongue comes out and licks her lips as her head falls back. He slips one and then another finger inside her.

“Oh God!” She groans out. She is close, he knows, and he longs to do something he had only seen done. So, he lays her down and slips down her belly, kissing and licking her tender skin. She starts to shiver under him. No one had ever and she is literally breathless with anticipation.

He sighs when he breathes in her scent. She smells so good and he is anxious to taste her. He slips down and lays prone between her legs. He parts her curls with his fingers and tongue. He breathes in her scent for a second before slipping his tongue out to taste her. She taste as good as she smells. He feels her hands land in his hair and tightly grip. He takes that as a sign he is doing well and continues.

She feels herself~ all she was before, Julia and Henry's daughter, Lamb's niece, Frank's wife, a combat nurse, a time traveler,~ dissolve under his talented tongue. She is Claire Fraser now and forever. She cries out her husband’s name loud enough to wake the entire castle as she climaxes for the first time in her life.

“Claire! Oh Claire, I need!” she comes back to herself to find her husband's desire filled eyes on her. She does too and reaches down and guides him into her. “Iffrin! Christ!” calls out the man who rarely says his God's name in vain.

“Yes, God yes!” Her body still vibrates under the effect of her orgasm and his hard length filling her is enough to almost send her right back over the edge. He starts to move gently at first. She copies him and feels it rebuilt, that wonderful power. “Jamie!” she whispers as her legs and arms lock around him. He moves a tad harder, grunting with the effort not to cum himself. She sees and presses up, placing that thrusting length where she needs it. It is enough. Her next ‘ Jamie' is a shout as she cums in a spectacular fashion.

“Claire! I canna!” he cries out himself as he also climaxes. She pulls his seed deep inside as she remains clamped around him.

Some time later, as they lay breathless beside each other, he says, “It was so much more then I thought it would be. Was it~ did you find it satisfactory?” She almost laughs but realizes he wouldn’t understand. So she takes a sobering breath and turns to face him.

“Jamie I had never found pleasure in the act before. Yes, my husband, I found it very satisfactory.”

“Oh! I will strive to always bring you pleasure. I love you Claire Fraser.”

“I love you Jamie Fraser.”

They are awakened by a knock on the door that next morning. Claire groans and buries her head back under the covers. Not a morning person on the best day, after a night discovering each others bodies all that night, this morning is very difficult. Jamie laughs and slips out of bed. He wraps the kilt around him and goes to answer it.

“Mr. Jamie, Mrs. Fitz sent me to bring you and Miss Claire breakfast.” Fergus greets him with a tray of food.

“Mrs. Fitz is a smart lady. Thank you Fergus. Go check on the horses and I will be down shortly.”

“Aye Mr. Jamie.” He leaves and Jamie turns back to his bride.

“I will tell him today that he will be our official son if he wishes.” Jamie comments as they eat.

“He will be so excited. Jamie, there is something I should have told you before we were wed. Fergus may be our only son. I tried before, with Frank. I never caught pregnant. I know handfast lasts a year and a day. If after you wish to.. Well, I will understand.”

“Leave you!” he looks at her shocked. “Claire I married ye for life. Naught will change that. If Fergus is our only one, he will be more then enough. You are enough. You are all I need in this world.”

“Oh my dear husband just when I think I can't love you more.” He kisses her deeply. He ends up taken longer then he had planned to get to Fergus.

“Fergus, you know Miss Claire and I want you to return to Lallybroch with us?”

“Aye?”

“Well, if you are agreeable we would like to make you a Fraser and our true son.”

“Oh Mr. Jamie! I would be honored. Do you truly mean it?”

“We do. You are already our son. We would just be making it official.”

“I can call Miss. Claire ma?”

“Aye as long as you call me da.”

“Da. May I go see ma.”

“You may. She is in her surgery.” He hurries off and Jamie smiles broadly. He is a blessed man.

1945

“So you know where Claire is? We know she was running from her bastard of a husband and went through.” Henry asks. His Ghaildhig is thick but Father Mackenzie is able to understand him.

“Yes. She landed in 1745 and is happy and settled.”

“I am glad but my wife and I still would like to see her.”

“You must fully recover first.” He can't argue that.

Later he is talking with Sister Ruth. “So, you will send them to Claire?”

“Maybe. I have something I need him to do first.”

“Aye.”

[superwolfiestar]

Something Old, Something New

Mark Beaks is feeling buzzing inside about an exciting new, him and Falcon are getting married this spring. The engagement couple and Mark parents gather to welcome Falcon family that just arrived from Mark Beaks own private Jet plane into Mark Beaks mansion for the ceremony. Mark were so nervous meeting Falcon other families but his families were very kind to him.

“Hello mother,” Falcon kiss his mom on the cheek and did the same thing to his sister, and hug his older brother, then he welcomes his whole families in. “I’m glad that you can all be able to make it for the wedding.”

“Why I wouldn’t miss it for the world honey! My little Gravesy is getting married!!!” The Mother of the groom cried. “And, I hope you don’t mind but I brought someone who can help you plan your wedding, my dear older sister Olivia, she’s a wedding planner and have help many clients to help plan their wedding.” Martha Graves introduce his soon son-in-law to his older sister.

“Hello, it’s very nice to meet you.” Mark smile at his soon aunt-in-law.

“Hello there dear, I am so excited helping you plan you and my nephew's wedding! Don’t worry about the things.” She said. “I will make sure your wedding is perfect!”

In the living room, Mark was surrounded by a bunch of wedding magazines, different kinds of flowers, wedding cakes, and many more that you need for the wedding. He couldn’t believe that his whole living room have turn into a bridal store. He was sitting on the single sofa chair, Falcon aunt told him what his wedding should he like:

“We can do this! Oh and I was thinking about this wonderful amazing centerpiece I found on Pinterest, don’t you think this look lovely?”

Falcon aunt didn’t ask Mark what he wanted. Mark didn’t like what she suggestions, he didn’t like the different kinds of flowers she picked out, the wedding cake, and various colors and style.

Later that night after dinner, Mark went to his room, collapsed onto his soft bed. All this wedding planned with Falcon aunt is giving him a headache. Then, the door knock. Enter his room was one of his groomsmen, Fenton.

“Hey! I got your text. How was planning your wedding with your aunt?” Fenton asked, stepping into Mark bedroom.

“Not good,” Mark answered. “I don’t want to upset Falcon mom but I am not sure I like what Falcon aunt have planned and suggested.”

“Well, it’s your wedding! You should do what you want!” Fenton said.

“You’re right!” Mark exclaimed, “It my wedding, and I should do what I want! Thank Fenton!” So, Mark did his first wedding duties. He ask Fenton to be his best man.

“I would be honor!” Fenton smile.

Later that day, a female cheetah wearing a white shirt with one open button, black pants with belt wrap around her waist, and sunglasses walk inside Mark home.

Mark welcome her in, he was in a happy mood and because that he hire a designer to design his wedding suit. They began talking about the wedding suit while the designer showing a bunch of different style of wedding suits she design.

“Mark, I’d be an honor to design your dream wedding suit. What do you think about this one?” The designer said, showing Mark a picture of the suit she had design.

“Wow, Barbra.” Mark said. “This one is exactly how I image. It perfect!” He exclaimed.

In the other part of the mansion, Falcon and his older brother secretly planning the music for the wedding reception.

“Aunt Olivia will choose boring and 19th century music.” Falcon told his older brother.

“Yeah, remember Uncle Arthur wedding?” Gus said.

Falcon shakes his head up and down. “Yeah I remember, Aunt Olivia was his wedding planner and she chose a boring and lame music from centuries ago.” Falcon recall. “And I don’t want that happen at my wedding. The perfect music should be modern and jazzy. It should make everyone feel like dancing!”

After everyone had gone to bed at night, Mark sneaked into his kitchen to work on the reception menu with Melaine. They began, changing the food menu that Falcon aunt suggests.

“I wanted to serve all of our favorite foods.” Mark said, “Let started with Bobotie.”

So they began cooking and cooking for hours long, it was now 2 am in the morning. So they finished cooking and they left the kitchen without getting caught.

“Mark” Melaine began to said. “Every wedding couple need something old, something new, something borrow, and something blue!” Melaine take out something from her pocket. “So here’s your something blue!” Melaine gave Mark a navy blue watch with three-hand date makes an impeccable impression with its iconic wire lug case, concave dial construction and overall clean aesthetic.

“I was in shopping market the other days before I came here, I knew I had found something blue for you, Mark!" She smiled and watch Mark putting the watch on.

“Wow! Melanie this is great! Thank you!” Mark state and admired the blue watch.

The next day, Mark faced Falcon aunt. “Thank you for your wonderful ideas and suggestions madam.” Mark said. “But I already have everything I need.”

Falcon aunt were surprised. She thought that Mark Beaks would want the wedding planned for him. “I see.” Olivia began to understand. “Very well, it seems that you have everything under control for the wedding. I understand dear, thank you for telling.”

Just then, his mother, Vivienne walk into the dining room. “Mark honey! You’re designer is here.” She announced. “He’s in your bedroom with the suit for you for the fitting.”

Vivienne then lead him to his bedroom were the designer is waiting for him with a garment hanging on curtain pole. There was a two boxes that was set in the table.

“Hello Mark, I have your wedding suit, shoes, and veil! It’s not a completely look but it will be done before the wedding.” Barbara said.

A couple minutes later, Falcon mother walked into his bedroom with a box in her hands.

“Oh, would you like me to take that for you miss?" Vivienne began to reach for the large box in Martha's hands.

"Oh, there is no need dear, I have it thank you. It is good to see you again, Mark," she nodded, placing the box on the table. She sat down next to the designer and smoothed the suit with her hands. "Now, when do I get to see my new son in his wedding attire?" She didn't need to wait long.

"Oh, baby! You just look handsome!" Vivienne exclaimed. Mark blushed, now looking like a handsome groom.

"Does everything fit alright, sir?" The designer asked.

"It's perfect, Barbara," Mark assured her. He loved the pale yellow suit. Especially the champagne fabric that was wrapped around his waist, and the matching champagne bow tie. They got it all for next to nothing. Mark had already modeled that suit for these three attendance before.

Just then, Martha began to ask Mark. “By the way, why is my sister look confused?” Mark look nervously. Would his mother-in-law be angry at Mark’s wedding plan?

But when Mark began explained his ideas for the wedding, Martha smiled. “I’m not upset dear, I should have known you would enjoy planning things personally.”

Barbara took out of her box and in her hand was a champagne wedding veil. "It not finished yet but it will be ready just in time for the wedding," she explained, tucking the comb into the back of Mark's head. "There you go.”

She held up a mirror for Mark to see. It was hard to believe that the young man staring back at him in the mirror was really him. But it was: this was Mark Beaks, he was getting married, nobody but Falcon, Gyro, Fenton, and all the people in the duckburgs have ever seen him wearing this beautiful design suit.

"You look wonderful," Martha said. "But something is missing. Do you remember the story of that headpiece I wore back then when I marry Falcon father? Well I thought it was a very beautiful so I took it out and had someone make something very similar to it." She opened the box. Inside was a 1920s style flower back headpiece very similar to her wedding headpiece. Except this one looked like it was made from fake leaves and fake roses of pastel pink, blue, yellow, lavender and orange instead of the real one. Mark gasped at it and very gingerly touched it with one of his fingers.

"Put it on!" Vivienne encouraged. Martha grabbed the headpiece and stood up. Mark had to kneel a little since Martha could not reach the top of Mark's back head when she was in heels. The headpiece completed the effect. Mark twirled again and again in front of a full-length mirror in his bedroom for hours, after that, taking in the effect.

"Oh, I can't accept this," Mark gasped. "It must've cost one heck of the money."

Martha raised her hand and Mark stopped speaking immediately. "Mark sweetheart, this headpiece is very special in my family. In fact this was handmade by my grandmother when she married my grandfather, after that. My mother wore it on her wedding day, my three older sisters wore it on their wedding day as well and when my turn to get married, I wore it on my wedding day too. It has been past down from generation to generation! It is tradition in our family to wear this headpiece. Now, I am giving you something to wear on your wedding day. Besides, you are going to have to get used to it. You are almost a Grave now, yes? When you and my son are officially married, you will become Mr. Graves for now on."

Mark Beaks was honored to borrow Martha wedding headpiece and continue Falcon family tradition.

Everything seemed perfectly in order. They chose the perfect venue, the perfect date, the perfect flowers, the perfect food, and everything. But Mark miss his Great Aunt deeply. The night before the wedding, he stares at the beautiful bright star from his window. He was sad that his great aunt could not be at the ceremony, but Mark knew that his great aunt’s love will always be with her.

Finally the best day have arrived, the whole place is decorated with beautiful pastel color roses. The ceremony is held at Mark backyard where the reception is also held at Falcon is standing at the altar waiting for his beloved groom, standing next to him was his siblings, Augustin, best man and Melanie, his groom-maid.

Falcon wore a cream shirt with champagne tie, a sliver tuxedo jacket and pant. On the middle of the lapel was a boutonniere that is the same flower as the decorative.

His best man also wore the same outfit like him expect the jacket and pants are black and wore a matching boutonniere.

His sister wore a sweet and feminine 1920s style flapper dress that is made of pale yellow chiffon. There are three tiers of ruffles on each side of the skirt. A small rolled hem is used for these ruffles to allow them to flow and drape freely. In her feet was a beautiful simple champagne heel. In her hand was a beautiful bouquet of flowers that match the decorations flowers. Like her older brothers, she happen to wear a boutonniere too.

On Mark side of the aisle, his family was there. Tammy, Tommy, Chip, Aunt Clara, Aunt Jo, Terence, Lora, Rubi with an i, Trent, Terra, Jessie, Aunt Lara, Tim, Danny, Trevor, Tanya, Aunt Mabel, and Troy, Bernie. Sadly his Great Aunt Nora, but everyone calls her Bubby, couldn’t been here to witness his great nephew special day, so they place a photo frame on the front row of the seat right beside Mark uncle on his left. And his Uncle Ted who sat on the front row where the two empty seats are.

Falcon was nervous, this is it. Today, he’s married the love of his life, there’s no turning back now. It too late to run away. What if he will never be a good husband to Mark? what if their marriage won’t work out? What if they got divorce? What if…

The music is started, a canon in D can be heard from the orchestra.

Falcon look to see Fenton, the best man, and Gyro, the groomsmen walking down the aisle. Two of the scientists wore white shirt with roll up sleeves, pale yellow vest and bow tie, each of them get a beautiful bouquet of pastel color roses. Follow behind him was Lil Bulb holding a pillow of two golden rings. Both of them stand right where Mark supposed to stand.

Last to came out was an adorable flower girls and flower boys(all of them are Falcon cousins, nieces, and nephews) taking out pastel roses petals out of the basket and thrown them on the ground.

Adorable flower girls wore a dress that is emphasizes elegant simplicity and exquisite style. It is made of top quality satin, and natural cotton lining. Each flower girls dresses have a pastel color delicate sash that match the color of the roses, which is tied into a small bow in the back. And each girl have a cute flower crowns with pastel color roses and lighter sage leaves.

While the boys wore a white shirt, and shorts feature a flat front waistband with elastic in the back. The straps are completely removable for a different look. The bow tie is on a strap with velcro adjustment. And like the flower girls, each of the boys wore a pastel color.

Then, Jonathan Cain version of Bridal March began to play, everyone stand up from their seat for the groom to make his entrance and walk down the aisle.

“What am I doing? I shouldn't be here! Why am I here?”

Then he looked up and remembered why.

Mark entered the backyard with grace and elegance, causing everybody to gawk in awe. He wore an elegant ivory shirt, with ruffle going down, a champagne fabric that was wrapped around the waist and a matching bow tie, pale yellow shirt, black shining shoes. He wore an elegant simple champagne wedding veil that was held by wedding headpiece on the back of his head. In his hand was an elegant 1920s style bouquet that fill will pale yellow, pink, lavender, and orange roses. He began walked down the aisle with both of his parents giving him away and his head held high, meeting the groom's gaze through his veil eyes. His long train was measured about 144 inches long.

A smile spread across Falcon's face. "He's beautiful."

Gus gave him a sly grin. "Easy, little brother. Save it for the honeymoon."

Meanwhile, the others were tearing up, Mark continue walk down the aisle, in his bouquet was his great aunt old champagne ribbon, he wore a new veil from his designer Barbara, he borrowed the headpiece from Martha, and a blue watch on his left wrist from Melaine.

Mark and his parents reach the end of the aisle, his mother kissed him on the cheek and his dad hug him. Mark walked up and stand next to Falcon, he handed the bouquet to Fenton. After exchanging a loving look, they faced the priest.

"Lady and gentlemen," the priest announced. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Mark Beaks and Falcon Phillip Graves. Never in the history of the world has there ever been a love so powerful, so strong, yet it started from the most unusual of circumstances. These two standing before you have proved that love surpasses all differences, all flaws, all faults."

The priest turned to the parrot. "Wilt thou Mark have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?"

Mark looked up into Falcon's handsome eyes. "I do."

“Falcon, wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?”

“I will.” Falcon reply, he stares into Mark eyes that fill with love.

The priest smile. "In that case, may I have the rings?" Lil Bulb presented the pillow and the priest took the ring, and given the rings to both grooms.

Mark place the wedding ring on his groom finger, “With this ring I thee wed.” He said.

Falcon took the ring from the priest and look at his groom. “With this ring I thee wed.” Falcon said. “And with my body I thee worship.” Falcon look up to Mark adorable eyes, placing the ring into his finger. “And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.” Falcon finally place a golden ring his groom middle finger while looking at his parrot eyes. “Amen.”

"By the power vested in me," the Priest continued, "“I pronounce that they be man and husband together. You may now kiss…"

Falcon Graves did not wait for the priest to finish and pulled his groom in for a dip before pressing his lips against his. Most of the children that witness the ceremony cringed, Everybody clapped their hands in applause.

As the ceremony ended, Mark knew that no matter how wonderful his wedding plan were, it was love that had made it a perfect day.

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Day 1 Sunday July 21: Engagement/Marriage/Domestic life

@gravesbeaksweek

I hope @nega-aria won’t mind borrow her Mark Beaks family oc for my story. Mark Beaks family oc belong to @nega-aria.