#my fiancé absolutely lost it when he saw The Spot

[aliesbienish]

A study of wolves

Paul Lahote x Reader.

A relocation to La Push brings more than just a new career.

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A rare sunny day was surely a good omen. You read that North West Washington state had one of the wettest climates in the country, so pulling into La Push with clear skies and warm sun rays was surely a positive sign. It was nice to finally be here, out of the bustling city and into an area of lush green trees and isolated beaches.

Deciding to apply for the graduate internship across the country was spur of the moment. Sure getting paid to complete ecological surveys of the areas wolf populations was a dream job, but you had no expectations of getting it and therefore no reason to believe you would be packing up your life. Yet two weeks ago that unrealistic dream suddenly became reality. So here you were in a small reservation town with all your belongings stuffed into the boot of your car feeling for the first time like a proper adult.

You had managed to find your way to a small wooden cabin on the outskirts of town, your home for the duration of this project. You had detoured to Seattle a few days previously to meet your new supervisor and to get training on the process, but otherwise you were pretty much autonomous. You were the only one from national parks stationed in the area, but the local La Push council were kind enough to support you during this project. They had approved use of their cabin, and negotiated to have a council member with you during work in the field. This you were rather thankful for, knowing that managing to get lost and costing the parks department money to send out a rescue wouldn’t be a good look for your career.

Stepping out of the car, and taking a big stretch, you turned around to see two men waiting on the cabins porch.

“You must be [y/n], welcome to La Push,” A smiling man in a wheelchair declared as he offered his hand to shake. “I’m Billy Black, the chief here. This is Sam Uley, he and a few others will be the ones to help you navigate our forests ,”

“Thank you for having me, it’s lovely to meet you both.”

“We just wanted to welcome you, as well as invite you out for a bonfire this evening. We tell traditional stories, and have a barbecue. But more importantly it would be a good chance to meet some locals.”

“Absolutely, as long as I’m not intruding that would be brilliant,”

“Not at all,” Sam’s deep voice replies, speaking for the first time. “My partner and I live a few houses down, we’ll collect you on our walk down so you don’t get lost,”

You smiles and nodded gratefully. After collecting the cabins keys from Billy and declining Sam’s help to move your bags, since you had so little anyway, they were on their way and you started to get settled.

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The summer sun was still high in the sky when Sam came to collect you that evening. He introduced you to his fiancé Emily who you instantly took a liking too. She seemed bubbly and inviting, happily asking questions and getting to know you. You had quickly schooled yourself when you first saw her, ignoring the scar that cut across her otherwise flawless face. However you were curious as it seemed to match the claw size of the gray wolves that roamed the area.

The walk to the beach was short and flat, and you were soon making your way out onto the sand. You heard the distant sound of chatter as Sam lead you passed driftwood and out onto the open beach. Ignoring the growing nerves settling in your stomach you followed him and Emily towards the large unlit bonfire surrounded by people. Billy was the first one you spotted and he quickly invited you over and introduced you to the other senior council members. He then called over his teenage son Jacob, who reluctantly said hi with his friends Quil and Embry.

After speaking with council members, mostly about the work you would be doing, it was time for food. Plates were passed around and you were happily munching on roast potatoes when the bonfire was lit and Billy’s voice started to reverberate around the group. The stories of the Quileute people and their shifter legends were fascinating. In particular their link with wolves sparked your interest, and you couldn’t help wonder how big the local wolf population was back in the days of Taha Aki.

Eventually the legends came to a close and you came back to reality. The older members began to pack up and Emily beckoned you over from further down the beach.

“[Y/N], hope you’re having a good time. The elders and kids will be heading off but we are staying around for a few drinks. If you’re happy to stay I can introduce you to a few people your own age.”

“That would be amazing,”

Emily smiled and thrust a can of beer into your hand which you gratefully accepted. A bit of liquid courage wouldn’t go astray. She lead you towards the small group hanging around the water.

“Hi [y/n], “ Sam greeted as you invaded the circle. “Babe,” he placed a kiss on Emily’s forehead and wrapped her into his side.

“[Y/n] is the parks worker who Billy told us about. [Y/n] this is Kim,” she pointed to the smiling short brunette who gave a small wave. “Her boyfriend Jared,” the taller boy with arms wrapped over Kim’s shoulders gave a cheery hello. “And Paul. Who along with Sam and Jared will be helping you with the study,”

You turned to face the last member of the small group, who had grunted as a greeting. Paul was the closest to you and you had to crane your neck to see him. Once you caught a glimpse of his face, which was lit by the dying embers of the fire, time seemed to slow. Your eyes met and you could hear him audibly gasp.

That trigged noise in the rest of the group that you didn’t quite understand. Emily gave a little clap, Jared and Kim giggled with each other and you were sure Sam was almost sighing in relief.

You snapped out of the trance and almost reluctantly pulled your gaze away.

“It’s lovely to meet you all, and thank you for being so welcoming.” You smiled, not realising your whole life was about to change.

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Part two

Well looks who’s branching out from Bridgerton. Thought it was time to go back to my fanfic writing roots, I almost feel like I’m 13 again. Anyone keen in a part two?

[calumsrockstar]

Lady and the tramp - Calum Hood

a/n: I'm sorry for any historial inacuracies! I wrote this from the top of my head

Contents: description of abuse, royal courting, tooth rotting fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving), creampie, mentions of pregnancy.

You were to be wed to your horrible fiancé, but when you spot a beautiful tall man, you think your luck has changed.

Royal!Calum x Royal!Reader (fem)

You looked in the mirror while you applied your favorite rouge to your cheeks. Tonight was the annual Hood ball, since sir Arthur Hood became king, this became a tradition. Every year lavish parties were thrown to celebrate his reign.

Your fiancé, William, which you were bethrothed to since you were 16, grabbed your arm and dug his nails into your skin. "We cannot be late, y/n. You know Arthur is expecting us." He looked into your eyes sternly. Your lady in waiting, Arabella, watched this happen, knowing if she intervened she would get punished.

"I know, i'm almost ready, i'm terribly sorry" You apologized, wincing from the pain. "Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes." He replied. Finally releasing your arm, he left the room, allowing you to finish your preparations.

Tears started to form in your eyes, while you rushed to Arabella. "I don´t think i can take this much, Bella." You hugged her. She had been your only friend since you were wed to William.

"Be strong, y/n." She told you, wiping your tears. "You'll get through this, I promise." Making you smile.

"Let me help you get ready, maybe you'll find a new husband." She laughed, making you giggle and sniffle. "Suck in." She said, tightening your corset while you placed your hands on your mirror, scrunching your face.

You were wearing a beautiful lavender gown, with your hair put up and slighly curled. You also wore an expensive pearl necklace and white gloves. The epitome of class, you looked absolutely gorgeous.

You turned to Arabella. "How do I look?" You asked. "Splendid." She replied, smiling. She gave you a final hug. "We'll see each other soon." You grinned. "When I get back, I'll tell you all about it."

The ride to the castle was long and arduous. You felt your stomach turn into knots, especially because your fiancé was right by your side, keeping an eye on you.

When you finally got out of your carriage, you observed an extraordinarily large castle, with a huge water fountain, and yards of bright green shrubbery. The night was cold, but William refused to give you his coat.

You walked in with your arm intertwined with your fiancé, getting lost in the big castle. When you finally found the ballroom, it was enormous, checkered floors with gold marble statues, big chandeliers and what seemed to be hundreds of tables.

Loud classical music was playing and you saw hundreds of unfamiliar faces laughing and chatting. You wished you could be as relaxed as them, talking with your partner.

You heard your fiancé hum pleasantly, meaning he was satisfied with what he saw, you on the other hand were terrified. "I don´t know how to dance William, i´ve never been to a ball." You told him. "You´ll learn now, don´t give me attitude." He replied, making you put your head down.

Your eyes locked on one particular man. He was the only one who was sitting down, and he was munching on a quiche, with crumbs all over his suit.

He was astonishingly handsome, fluffy dark hair and soulful deep brown eyes, his bushy eyebrows framed his face perfectly. You giggled, observing the strange sight of the handsome brute.

Women started gathering at one side of the room, while men on another, signifying that the dance was about to start. The mysterious man didn´t get up, instead watched, smiling.

Your fiancé whispered in your ear. "Don't ruin this for me, y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded.

You walked up to William, and tried to fit in as much as possible, placing your hand on his and twirling around, looking like a scared little bunny.

The stranger noticed this, he leaned over from his chair, furrowing his eyebrows. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, you looked stunning in your dress that moved with evey step you took.

He also noticed your fiancé, which had an angry expression, watching over you like a hawk, mentally critiziing every step you took.

When the dance was finally over, William whispered in your ear "We´ll have a talk when we get home." A man came up behind him and greeted him, prompting a sappy conversation. This was your chance to run and dissapear into the crowd.

You picked up your pace, looking over your shoulder to make sure William wasn´t following you, when you bumped into a tall stranger.

"I´m so sorry." You scrambled to find words, when you looked up to see the same person you locked eyes 20 minutes ago. "It´s no problem at all." He smiled.

"What´s wrong?" He asked. You stuttered "Nothing, i´ll be on my way." You replied. "What is a beautiful princess like you running away from?" He asked you.

You gulped. "My fiancé." You covered your mouth, having blurted out very personal information. He raised an eyebrow. "What did he do?" He asked.

The cat´s out of the bag now, you thought. "He´s horrible, he made me come to this ball when I don´t even know how to dance!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"I don´t really like these types of things too." He said, making you laugh in surprise. "What´s your name, if I may ask?" He inquired.

"y/n y/l/n" You replied. "What about yours?"

"Calum." He said. "And your last name?" You questioned.

He started blushing. "Hood." You opened your eyes. "Calum Hood? Like Arthur Hood?" You asked, making him nod.

"Oh my God, I´m so sorry sir-" You exclaimed, and he stopped your sentence, smiling. "It´s fine, you can call me Calum, it´s not your fault i´ve been born into this family."

"Why aren´t you dancing? I can see all those ladies in waiting swooning over you." You smiled. "They´re boring, i´d much rather be with you." He smiled.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "Um, aren´t you married to anyone?" You stuttered. "Yes, she´s pretty and all, but I got married for political reasons, and i´m pretty sure she´s not faithful." He winked.

"Oh." You laughed awkwardly. "Would you like to see the gardens with me?" He asked. You looked back at William, who was clearly preoccupied with a ginger woman, swiping her hand on his arm. "Yes, I would like that." You replied.

He stuck out his hand and yours met his. You felt the ruggedness of his hand through your gloves.

The garden was massive, with hundreds of different flowers and bushes. The air was crisp and chilly and the night sky was clear. Calum saw you shivering and took off his expensive coat to give it to you. "There´s really no need, sir-I mean, Calum." You told him. "It´s my pleasure, y/n." He answered.

He sat down on a marble bench, and patted at his side, prompting you to sit down. You smelled his scent on his coat, he smelled of musk and roses.

There was a calm and comfortable silence. "I can´t believe you´ve never been to a ball, princess." Calum said, breaking the ice. "Yeah, i´m mostly cooped up in my room. I like to write, and paint." You said softly.

"Why are you here with me?" You asked. "Do I need a reason?" he said back, making you smile. You shook your head to signal a "no".

"Do you like being royalty?" You blurted out. "No, not really." He answered. "I feel like a chess piece, being married for political alliances, I can never be who I want, love who I want. It´s given to me like a prophecy, I can never get rid of it." You nodded. "I understand."

You noticed a statue that looked just like him. "You don´t like the statues?" You laughed, making him grin. "I hate those statues, they look hideous." He laughed. "I think i´m much more handsome in real life."

He noticed the bruises on your arms, when your gloves were pulled down, tracing his hands on them. His touch stirred nerves which you never knew you had inside of you. "Did he do this to you?" He said, and you knew exactly who he was talking about.

For the first time since you were a child, you felt safe. You nodded, with tears starting to form in your eyes, he lifted your head with his hands. "You deserve so much better." You looked up at him, starry eyed. You observed that he had a few beauty marks on his face.

At this point, the front parts of your hair had fallen out of your ponytail, framing your face. In the moonlight, you looked like a godess among men.

One part of your brain was telling you that this was wrong, and that you had to go back to your fiancé, but the other part knew that this felt right.

You slowly closed your eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. You felt him smile into it. He kissed you again, more passionately, his lips hungry for yours, while he held your face with both hands. "You´re so beautiful." He said, making you smile. "Nobody should ever make you feel this way, princess."

Your head was fuzzy, you couldn´t think straight, feelings that were buried deep inside you were being stirred, making you blush. Calum heard his name being called out, meaning he had to go back inside. "I wish I could stay here forever." You said. "Me too." Calum agreed.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n" Calum said. "Likewise." You replied, heading back inside the ballroom.

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Two weeks went by, slowly, all that was in your head was CalumCalumCalumCalum. You told Arabella all about your adventures. and she agreed that you should meet him again.

You were all he thought about. When he went to bed, when he had dinner with the royal family. when he went to shower. How he longed to touch your soft hands, and hold your delicate face.

While you were painting, you heard a knock on your door. "There´s been a letter delivered to you, Princess y/n." The guard said. You thanked him, and closed the door to your room.

To my beloved y/n:

I cannot hold it any longer, my heart aches for you. On Saturday, I will send you a carriage, at eleven in the morning, driven by my best men. If you don´t accept, please ask them to leave. But I hope you do see me.

From yours truly, Calum Hood.

You stood reading the letter, with your mouth wide open. You decided to accept, since your fiancé would not be home, this was a perfect opportunity to go see Calum.

You could not go to sleep, your body was on fire, every nerve longed for Calum´s touch. You´ve never felt this before, for anyone.

You stayed awake for the remaining of the night, painting, since you couldn´t go to sleep.

At the early hours of the morning, Arabella came into your room. "I´m going to go see Calum." You giggled. Arabella smiled. "When?" She asked. "At eleven, today." You replied, prompting her to hug you. "But you cannot tell William, or a single soul." You whispered. Arabella did an imaginative motion with her hand, zipping up her mouth and throwing away the key.

Counting the minutes to 11, you were outside waiting. Sure enough, there was a caarriage there. You looked to your guards for approval and nodded, then entered it.

Falling asleep, you woke up to a sudden stop. You had gotten to the castle, even more beautiful in the daytime.

The big gates were opened, and you wandered in, looking through the rooms was when you found him, sitting at a dining table. Both of your eyes lit up as you saw each other.

You ran up to him, and then realized you should be curteous, and bowed to him, making him laugh. "It´s okay y/n, nobody´s looking." You looked around, and gave him a kiss on the lips, making him smile. "I missed you." He said. "It´s only been two weeks." You giggled. "That´s already too much." He replied.

"Shall I give you a tour of the castle, m´lady?" He said, bowing sarcastically. "You may." You giggled and grabbed his hand.

You both ran througout the castle, going through the main hall, the kitchens, bathrooms, laundry rooms, all the guest chambers and the cellars.

"I have one more thing I want to show you." He said, grinning, and taking you up a big flight of stairs.

You both entered a gigantic room, with a huge red bed and a few giant paintings of Calum. "Welcome to my chambers, m´lady." He grinned while you had your mouth wide open. You let go of his hand and went to explore, touching all of the furniture and the bed. "I think this is the best room." You smiled, making Calum chuckle.

You couldn´t help but laugh at the paintings, depicting Calum in various positions, posing. "I know, those paintings are ridiculous." He blushed. "I think they´re marvelous." You giggled. "Very fancy."

You turned around to see Calum standing in front of you. "I think you´re much more handsome in person, sir." You told him, making him smile and roll his eyes. "You really think so?" He asked. "Of course." You replied, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, whispering "Well, I think you´re beautiful too, y/n." Kissing your neck. You couldn´t help but moan into his kisses, making your body feel on fire.

"Calum - William is expecting me soon." You stuttered. "Does William make you feel like this?" He asked, grazing his hands on your ass. You shook your head signaling a no. "Then fuck him, you don´t deserve him."

William had sex with you, but it was never something for your pleasure. He got himself off and that was it. Calum felt different, he felt like he cared.

You pulled him into a kiss, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him onto the bed. Making him smile. When the kiss was broken, you observed his messy hair and his big grin.

Today, you opted to not wear a corset, and wear a simple blue dress. Just your luck, you thought.

He pointed to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He asked. You nodded. "Please." Making him grin. "Good girl."

"You look so beautiful, let me make you feel good, princess." He said, dragging his eyes up at you, observing every curve in your body.

He unclasped your bra and took off your underwear, gently making you lay down on the huge bed.

You clenched your legs together, in embarassment while Calum placed sloppy kisses from your mouth to your stomach. "No need to be shy, princess. You look gorgeous." He said, making you blush, and gently parting your legs with his hands.

You hid your face in your hands, covering your blushing. You felt his hot breath on your core. You had never felt like this in your life. A carnal desire for someone.

His tongue finally made contact with your soaking pussy. Making you throw your head back, as he lapped long stripes inside of you. "Oh-oh my God." You moaned, while gently grabbing a handful of his hair, making him audibly groan.

With your back arching off the matress, he used his toungue in meticulous pattern, rubbing circles against your clit that had you squirming.

"You taste amazing, y/n." He said, in between licks, making you blush at the praise, rolling your eyes back into your head.

You felt like there was a rubber band about to snap inside of you. "I´m close, Calum." You groaned, as you felt your pussy twitch in electryfing pleasure. "Come for me." He said with a deep gravel in his voice.

You felt that cord snap, cumming all over his face, coating his stubble. "Holy fuck." You laughed.

"Take off your clothes please, I want to see you." You begged Calum. "Your wish is my command, princess." He took off his long sleeve shirt. "You have tattoos, they´re beautiful." You said, trailing your hands through his biceps.

"Thanks, princess." He smiled, taking off his pants and his boxers. You watched his erection spring up, hitting his stomach, making your jaw drop. Precum was bubbling on his tip.

"I need you inside me, Calum." You mewled. "So needy..." He chuckled. "Please."

Grabbing your back with his large hands, he slowly filled you up. making sure you were getting used to his size. "Are you okay?" He asked. You just nodded, biting your lip. "You can move now." You told him. His opened mouth turned into a long drawn out moan,

The stretch turned into pleasure, while he pushed into you, you made obscene noises, looking him in the eyes making him go absolutely feral. "You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." He groaned.

He started picking up the pace, while your nails scratched his back, he was wincing at the pain, but he enjoyed this very much.

You were moaning wantonly, and he pressed his hand against your stomach, only doubling your already unbearable pleasure even more.

"I´m gonna come, please fill me up, Calum." You moaned, not even thinking about the words that you said.

There was always the risk of pregnancy, if you were to get pregnant, you could be forced to marry him, but you didn´t think it was a bad idea after all.

"Yeah, want me to fill you up with my babies?" He moaned, while you bit your lip. "Yes, please, that´s all I want."

Calum´s weight on you, and the way his cock drives into you makes your eyes roll back, your brain going fuzzy. Every nerve inside you being stimulated at the same time.

"Oh god - Oh, Calum!" You exclaim, clenching your walls. "Cum for me, y/n, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my cock." Like a button was pressed, you gushed all over him, panting.

He buries his face into your neck, and you feel hot ropes of cum inside you, you ride him through his orgasm, watching his muscles relax.

He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Let´s get you cleaned up, shall we, princess?" You smiled and nodded. "That would be great, thank you."

Grabbing a wet washcloth, he helped you clean up, and put your dress back on.

You both laid down, facing each other.

"Your fiancé never touched you like this?" He had a soft expresison on his face. "Not really, just got off for himself if i´m being honest." You replied.

"What a cunt." He rolled his eyes. You burst out laughing. "Yeah, you could say that." You smiled.

Your expression turned serious. "You know there´s a chance we could have a baby, right?" You asked him. "Yes, I know." He softened his gaze. "You´d have to marry me." You added. "Yes, I know." He repeasted and smiled.

You smiled back. "Would you like that?" He asked. "I would love it." You grinned back.

[callalillywrites]

Childhood Best Friend

When I wrote the first version of this story featuring Steve Rogers and a reader, I knew I would want to write its opposite. Here is that result.

This one will have two follow-up pieces because I couldn't decide who I liked for Reader's childhood friend. Those will be coming soon. See poll at end to choose which one comes first.

I promise this is the last version I have for this song (for now anyway). I also promise this Steve will get a happy ending as soon as I can figure out what I want to happen. Poor guy's become my emotional punching bag lately. Need to fix that.

This is absolutely based on this song's vibes:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~1100

Summary: Steve's noted a shift in his fiancée since their engagement party. It's confirmed one night when he finds you in the living room and gently confronts you about the childhood friend who came to the party and your feelings for them.

Warnings: Bittersweet ending, angst, amicable breakup

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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The lack of warmth at his side slowly pulled him towards consciousness.

Rubbing at his eyes, Steve noted the early morning hour on the clock beside him. He shoved the covers off him and searched the room for you. The room lacked a hint of your presence and had for some time from what he could figure. Your slippers and robe had disappeared from their normal spots.

No light from the closet or bathroom alluded to your presence within them, either.

This wasn’t the first time he’d found himself alone in your shared bed so early in the morning. It’d been something that had happened far more frequently, however. No doubt the thoughts plaguing you enough to keep you from wanting to bother him despite his assurances otherwise.

Steve got to his feet and slowly made his way toward the living room of your apartment. He had a good feeling he’d find you there.

Sure enough, he was right.

You sat near the large window that overlooked the small park across the street. The darkness kept you from making out much, but that didn’t seem to stop you. It never had.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice his approach until he sank to his knees in front of you.

You stopped playing with the engagement ring on your finger.

He’d given it to you two months ago during one of your regular date nights. As much as the ring itself had surprised you, you’d known he was going to propose. He’d never made it secret his desire to find a good woman and settle down with her. Have a family.

It had been so easy to say yes, too.

Steve was a good man who never failed to make you feel cherished and seen. He worked hard to provide for himself and for you though you loved your job and the extra income it provided. The date nights were always the same days of the week, but they were never boring, not with him. He always had a knack for making each one special, including the ones you planned. It was easy to see yourself living a good life with him at your side. You wanted everything he wanted.

At least you thought you did.

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s sleep-rough voice broke through your thoughts this time, “you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

How could you tell this man that you might not love him as much as you thought you did? That you weren’t in love with him?

As if he could read your thoughts, he released a soft breath. “This is about him, isn’t it? Your childhood friend? He’s the one, not me. Isn’t he?”

When you would’ve argued, he held up his hand. The smile he gave you was one of the saddest, most understanding ones you’d ever seen. Tears sprang to your eyes upon seeing it.

“I saw the way he looked at you. It’s the same way I do, but he’s got the years of knowing you that I don’t have. Tell me he’s a good man. That’s all I want to know about him.”

Steve’s hands stroked yours, imploring you to speak up this time. He needed your answer. It was almost like you’d be releasing him from some unseen prison with it.

With a shaky nod, you allowed your tears to spill over as you whispered, “He’s a good man.”

Steve’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times before he nodded. His hands continued to rub yours for another second before he took your left hand. His gaze inspected the ring he’d placed there, watching as the small diamond glinted in the low light that you’d allowed yourself.

“Then, Sweetheart,” he gently tugged the ring from your finger, “I think you should go to him. Make him realize he shouldn’t let such a treasure like you go.”

“Steve—”

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just, uh, let me get out of town before you come back to get your stuff, okay? I don’t think I can watch you walk away a second time. I’m owed some time off anyway. Think I’ll head up to the mountains or something, you know? Clear my head and my heart.”

More tears streaked down your cheeks, but you nodded.

It was the least you could do for him after him being so understanding.

Before you could think to stop yourself, you flung your arms around Steve’s neck and held on tight for several moments. Nuzzling into his cheek, you said, “I will always love you, Steve. Please, please, know that. I never wanted to hurt you.”

His arms, which had come to rest around your waist, tightened. His cheek brushed against yours as he nodded.

“The feeling’s mutual, Sweetheart.”

You don’t know how long the two of you sat like that, but eventually Steve pulled away. He leaned back until he could give you that soft smirk of his. His eyes might’ve been a bit glassy, but he couldn’t ever stop being a gentleman to save himself.

“It’s pretty late. Do you want to try and get some sleep? Or should I take you to him now? I don’t want you out at this hour on your own. It’s not safe, but I can understand wanting to tell him how you feel right now.”

You shook your head. “No, I can’t ask that of you. I can drive myself. I don’t know that I can sleep until I know, you know?”

Your hand shot up then and covered your mouth. Realization at what you’d said and who you said it to slammed into you. Warmth suffused your cheeks at your utter gaff.

Steve’s smirk shifted, but he never let up on his kindness. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I know exactly how you feel. It’s wonderful being in love, isn’t it?”

“It should’ve been you, Steve. I’m so sorry it isn’t.”

“I’ll find her someday.”

“You will, and she will cherish you the way you deserve.” You reached up to cup his cheeks, firming your tone. It didn’t matter traitorous tears continued to trek down your cheeks. You meant every word that came out of your mouth next. “You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the best of men, and you deserve so much more than I could ever give you.”

He nodded, his throat working hard to swallow.

“Get changed, Sweetheart. You have a man to sweep off his feet.”

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[eccentricallygothic]

|| Paradise Regained ||

Summary: Andy, your fiancé, doesn't like the way you look at his identical twin, Lloyd.

Pairing: Fiancé!Andy Barber | Fiancée!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Andy Barber. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. Please DO NOT REPOST my work in any way and DO NOT USE MY IDEAS WITHOUT PERMISSION, thank you.

Warning(s): Spanking (hand and ruler), dom!Andy, possessive!Andy, dacryphilia, dumbification, babying, power imbalance, behavioral adjustment, wife kink, naive!reader, arranged marriage, age gap, humiliation, degradation.

Note: This is a spin-off situation of -> Paradise Lost <- and my coping mechanism for it because I physically cannot deal with cheating. This takes place before the actual cheating can ever start. Also, the lack of Andy Barber spanking fics is absolutely criminal. Also, I lowkey avenged him here lmfao! Ps, we will make this my 1k celebration fic, thank you so much for everything! And as always, feedback is much appreciated! 🩷

MASTERLIST

They are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.

It had happened at the opening of some huge high-end mall Andy had been working on for quite some time now. Today was the day all his hard work and long meetings would pay off. He had built something from his own finances, on his own, and not his father's money. It would not be an overstatement to say that the male could not be happier; successful, still young for achievements of this sort and happily yours. 

You. 

His greatest treasure. 

A frown made its way on his handsome face when his ocean blue gaze shifted to you from the extravagant decoration lights that his father had been commenting on a minute prior. You were standing next to him as usual, humming and nodding along to something his mother was talking about. And though one of your arms remained looped around his, your eyes were elsewhere.

Somewhere he did not appreciate them being in the slightest.

Andy stiffened and his jaw clenched as his gaze slowly followed yours. The usually composed man couldn't help but let out a frustrated exhale through his flared nose when just as he had expected– known, Lloyd stood at the opposite end of the celebration area, enjoying your fancy. The younger male was surrounded by a few men but his disgusting gaze was settled on you with the most disturbing lopsided smirk spread over his cunning face.

The more Andy's twin eye fucked his future wife while dangling a champagne glass between his fingers, the angrier he got.

He had not meant for it to happen, honest. As someone who had perfected his composure with someone like Lloyd as practice, he was not supposed to give in to his rage like this. Andy was supposed to be better than this; than his brother. But he could not help himself. It had been months since you saw his twin for the first time and had immediately gotten awestruck. Your fiance hated the twinkle in your eye whenever his brother was around. The blush of your cheeks burnt his chest as he tried to ignore it every time but in vain. How your fingers tightened around his arm unconsciously, the way you bit your lip and fell out of conversation due to the diversion of attention.

All for Lloyd. 

And not him;

Your husband to be; the supposed sole owner of your fancies and blushes. 

Andy had had enough.

He finally snapped when you did not respond even after the third time he tried to steal your attention from his twin. The man sighed and set his champagne glass down on a tray one of the servers passing by him were holding. Steal your attention. He wanted to scoff at the absurdity of it. Your fiance had to fight for something that was his in the first place! 

Andy wanted to do unwise and improper things at the thought but he wasn't his brother.

"A- Ah! Ow, hon!" You gasped as your dreamy gaze tore away from Lloyd who was frowning now as he witnessed what was unfolding from his spot on the opposite side of the makeshift party space. "Dear!" You protested in confusion, taken aback by how Andy had suddenly pulled you away from your company and staring contest. He had never done anything like this before. "Hold on, dear! I'll slip because of these heels! What's wrong?!" Your heart leaped up due to the adrenaline rush his manhandling was causing, panic filling your senses as you looked around to possibly locate the cause of his apparent agitation. "What has gotten into you all of a sudden?!" 

Andy stopped in a deserted passageway, his broad back turned to you. You raised your eyebrows to prompt an explanation when he finally turned to face you. But instead of justifying his actions, your fiance only ducked in your direction to clasp his hands around your lap to pull you closer only to swing your body over one of his shoulders. You squealed and jumped when he stood back up to his full height. 

"Oh my God, Andy!" You would have giggled if it weren't for the very stern expression on his face. He was really upset about something. And he was expressing it in a very new way.

Your confused mind was yet to decide what you thought of it. 

"That is not what you call me" a loud gasp escaped you when he suddenly landed a loud and harsh eye-widening smack on your clothed ass before marching to the lift that would take you to his office. 

"Dear, I am sorry! I- I- what's happening?!" You dumbly squeaked out a panicked apology, feeling your insides heat up due to the sudden shift of power despite knowing just what the hell was going on. Andy felt so much bigger and mightier all of a sudden. You were so small and helpless in his hold as you felt your ass cheeks part due to the position you were in. "What are you-! Ah! Dear!" You complained when he landed three more smacks in quick succession. One on each cheek and the last one in the middle. 

"You don't know?" Your fiance scoffed and you gulped at his tone, embarrassed and intimidated as you hung upside down from his shoulder. The lift stopped with a ding. 

"... N- No…?" 

"Of course you don't. You are too small and stupid, aren't you hon?" Your eyes widened at his choice of words. He had never, not even jokingly, had ever behaved with you this way before. It was filling you with anticipation (for exactly what you knew not) and adrenaline. When Andy finally reached his office and placed your sore ass down -courtesy of his unexpectedly horrendous strength- on his huge work table, you felt tiny under his firm gaze. A whimper escaped you as you lowered your eyes, face hot. 

"I am sorry, dear. But I really don't u- understand…" You pouted a little, fiddling with your thumbs as you felt this kind of nervous and… small for the first time in your life. 

Andy sighed before he leaned in. "I am not surprised. I know you are just a naive little silly girl. You don't actually mean to hurt your husband, do you?" His voice was low and deep. 

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a quick jerk of your head. "Hurt? You? Of course not, An- hon!" You quickly corrected yourself when he raised an eyebrow in a challenging manner. 

Fuck. 

"But you still did" you tilted your head to the side dumbly, not having the slightest idea that he knew and could tell every time you were ogling over Lloyd. "I am sorry to say, dear. But you've been a very bad girl to me" your bottom lip jutted out at his words. No. This was not how you normally behaved but there was something about the way he had suddenly taken control and made you feel so small all in a matter of a couple minutes. 

You had never expected Andy of all people to be like this. 

But you couldn't lie, it excited you. 

"I am sorry, dear! I didn't mean to! I really didn't!" You assured him earnestly, reaching for one of his hands to hold in yours. "... B- But I really don't know what you are talking about…" You mumbled sheepishly, lowering your head once more when he sighed again. 

"Just the dumbest little girl, aren't you, honey? Need your husband to spell everything out for your tiny brain to understand?" You peeked up at him through your lashes with a soft pout on your face, the degrading words stinging at your hot skin. "But that's it, isn't it? Otherwise, why would you hold your fiance's hand -like you should, by the way- but stare at his brother with that stupid twinkle in your eyes" your face heated up even more and heart rate jumped up again. Oh no. You shook your head and attempted to explain yourself, afraid of all the ways this could go. But no words came out. 

Andy nodded to you gaping like a choking fish as if he had expected it. "Are you a slut then, dear?" You had never felt smaller or stupider.

You audibly gasped before shaking your head. "N- No! Of course not!"

"Do you want him instead?" You gulped down the bile in your throat as you watched his face to try and guess if he really meant it or not. But it was so hard to do that when his stature was so huge and handsome face nonchalant. Andy sighed and shook his head. "Honey, that was a rhetorical question…" You wanted to cry out from the frustration at this point. He was being so mean! 

But you felt so called out and guilty. 

"I- I am sorry, dear!" You whimpered with an apologetic pout, submitting almost instantly because you did not have a choice when he was being like this. There had always been something so soft yet stern about Andy. How he always compromised and assisted but never backed down if it was something truly disagreeable. "I- I… It has n- never happened. I- I dunno what got into me when I saw him for the f- first time… I- I do feel bad…" You helplessly confessed, caressing the top of his hand that you were holding with your thumb.

Andy hummed before nodding. You sighed in relief because that seemed to have convinced him that you didn't mean to do it. "I see." You had expected him to lash out like Lloyd did whenever something went against his liking. "So your small brain is just having trouble differentiating and distinguishing." His other hand pushed your hair away from your face. "I should have known. We look almost exactly alike, after all. Your little brain was bound to get confused." 

That… did make a little sense, actually.

"I- I am sorry for being so stupid and bad, dear…" Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling of his fingers tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

"It's okay, hon. It's not your fault. You're just too much of a dumb little baby, aren't you?" You relaxed into his palm as he caressed your cheek, thumb toying with your lips. "That's why you need a husband; me. So I can help your little brain reason when it gets too silly. To remind you of where your loyalties lie." His voice was so deep and coaxing that no matter what he would have said in this moment, you would have believed it with your whole heart. 

This new side of Andy was bringing out a hidden side of you as well.

"Y- Yes, hon… N- Need you" you felt bad. Not only because of your guilt. But because he was confronting you about something so serious but all you could think about was how big he was. How he could do whatever he pleased and you would have no choice but to be his little toy– woah. 

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts. 

But he was making you so excited. So warm. So…  needy. An unfamiliar vibration had started to thrum through you.

"So then will you be a good wife and take your punishment because you know you deserve it?" Punishment? You lowered your eyes and nodded still, the heavy guilt pressing hard on your chest. "Use your words, doll." Your insides twisted at the word. God. "I know it is hard for you to speak like a big girl because you're so small and silly but I need you to try for me, okay?" 

"Y- Yes, dear… I will take my punishment l- like a… good wife…" You responded with much difficulty, blushing so hard your skin's defense system started to try and cool it down. 

"That's my girl." Andy praised before he gently retreated his hand from yours and backed away. "Come here and help your husband with his coat, baby. Good wives always do their best to cooperate in punishments because they want to be on their best behavior for their husband." You shakily adjusted your dress as you winced while slipping off the table. The spanks you had received on the way here were still sore. "Do you want to be on your best behavior for your husband, doll?" 

Oh dear. 

All these pet names were adding to everything else. 

You were going to combust into fumes before whatever he was planning to do to you was through at this point. 

"I- I do… h- hubby…" Your words caused him to smile and you couldn't help but sigh to yourself in relief as you shyly helped him out of his coat. Finally!

"Good girl." Andy praised as he now placed one of his hands into yours. "Undo the cuffs" you gulped to yourself when you complied and his other hand heavily placed itself on the top of your head while you were at it, nails scratching your scalp comfortingly. "You're doing so good, honey. Making me proud already." The corners of your lips pushed outwards as you shyly rolled his sleeve up to his elbow and only then realized that his dress shirts and jackets did nothing for his body. 

Damn. 

You barely managed to pull yourself through doing his other sleeve before he praised you and ordered you to bend over the table; the order causing you to nearly choke on your own spit.

His rather condescending words added to the heat pooling between your legs. 

"Now. I am going to need you to be brave for me, okay dear?" Andy reached over from behind you to pick up a very sturdy looking wooden ruler from the side of the table where all the stationary was laying neatly. "This may be a bit scary and painful but you deserve it for being such a dumb baby. So be good and prove that you are sorry, okay?" There was a compelling effect in his tone; it was so agreeable that whatever he said seemed to be the only truth to your clouded mind.

"Y- Yes, hubby." 

"Good baby" he stroked your still covered cheeks with the ruler. "I will give you some clothed, the rest bare. Since you have been at this for months, the count is up to me and how red I like your ass. Fair enough?" 

You gulped and nodded, still getting used to the rather humiliating position. "Yes, dear." 

Andy only hummed this time around as he squeezed your cheeks one last time. And then the ruler whipped through the air and sent you screeching against the wooden table. 

"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Your ass was on fire due to the force he had used. "Oh!" You went to rub it but the man tutted and softly smacked your hands away with the tip of the ruler. 

"No touching. You deserve it" his voice had turned dark. Another smack. And then four more in quick succession. 

Okay. 

He was definitely channeling his pent up frustration through this. 

"I am sorry! I am so sorry, hubby– owwwieee~!" You couldn't help but kick a leg when he suddenly started to aim for your sit spots repeatedly, heating them up just as generously. "Oh God! Oh God!" All of this made you feel so owned that it was driving you crazy with all sorts of urges and thoughts. And when Andy placed his free hand on the small of your back to keep you in place, you just wanted to hug him as he landed more lashes. "Please! Please!" You were so sensitive that you just wanted to hug him and apologize, your antics that had led to this moment playing over and over in your guilty mind. 

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Tears streamed down your face as you nodded and audibly agreed using incoherent speech. "I felt worse each time I looked at you and you were looking at him. Staring at him hungrily like a starved little puppy while your man was right beside you struggling to get your attention, tsk. Always cutting me off to engage in conversation with him." Andy clicked his tongue as he peeled your dress up and away. "Such a dumb little slut, aren't you, doll?" Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, the first bare spank (you still had your underwear on) indicated that it was about to. 

"I am sorrryyyyy! I'll never do it againnnnn! Promise!" Your chest was heaving as you tried to move your seething ass out and away from his punishing hand but to no avail. "Please! I was stupid! I- I am sorry! Please!" Fuck. He was so good at… handling you. 

You couldn't help but like the loss of control as he rained more and more spanks on your poor ass, paying no mind to your pleas. 

There was something so arousing in Andy's sweet homeliness and how it contrasted his calm, icy anger that you were being subjected to for the very first time. Always speaking so little but saying so much. So caring yet firm when the moment called for it. Confident and calm in his authority that he exercised like a true gentleman and not a boy with too much of daddy's power on his hands. Unlike a certain someone. 

You had let your stupidity overshadow the kind of man that Andy Barber was. 

The true husband material. 

Man, how your parents always ended up being right never failed to amaze you.

Because you had found yourself thinking about how they couldn't have just paired you up with Lloyd instead. He too had seemed good in his own way.

Until…

You had all your answers now. 

After a good few minutes of roasting your ass, Andy halted the assault once his own breathing had gotten labored. "You are doing such a good job, baby doll. I am so, so proud of you." He rubbed your back and peppered kisses all over it. And though you were sobbing you couldn't help but lean into his touch. 

Such a perfect mix of firm and soft. 

Your body was losing it down there. 

"I am sorryyy~" you gurgled through your tears messily. 

"I know. I can see it. You've proven yourself." He calmed you down as he helped you breathe easier by guiding you through a short exercise and relieved the wheezing and howling with the use of gentle praise which stood at total odds with his prior actions. Though he didn't let you move just yet, Andy helped you sip a bit of water before he spoke again. 

"Now. I will be taking your underwear off for the last few lashes…  And I need my brave little baby to be honest with me and tell me if she's really okay with it. Because she doesn't have to agree to it if she doesn't want me to." Your ears perked up even in the state you were in. Finally! You sighed to yourself as you bit your lip. Maybe when he was done he would help you with the awful thumping in your pussy. 

He had to… right? 

"I- It's okay, hubby. P- Please do~" you sniffled out almost chirpily, the eagerness in your tone making him raise an eyebrow that he decided to shrug off.

"Good doll." Andy's fingers wrapped around the sheer material before he gently pulled it down. "Now, I will give you 20 and you will count them out loud. But if you mess up, I will have to start again." The way he used the ruler to caress your burning cheeks caused something to trickle down your leg. The sight made him snicker. "Such a dirty little girl you are, dear." Before you could react to his observation, you were gasping in response to the first concluding lash. 

Your leg kicked up before the base of your foot slapped the ground beneath you to cope, a shudder of both pain and arousal seeping through every cell in your body despite the distraught state that you were in.

"Baby bun?" 

"Y- Yes, dear?!" You cried out as your fingers gripped the edges of the table tightly. 

"Unless you want this to go on for the rest of the evening, I suggest you start counting." Your eyes widened as you realized that you had forgotten to count. But another hit had been packed against your flushed skin already by then. 

"T- Two!" Andy tutted.

"No, that was one." You gasped and whipped your head to face him, teary eyes wide.

"B- But! Th- This is the second one!" He smirked while caressing your sit spots with the punishing apparatus. 

"You didn't count the first one." As he raises the ruler again you hurriedly yelled.

"Fine! Fine! One!" Your fiance chuckled as he initiated the final sequence that was unforgiving and unstopping in its brutal wrath. "FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!" Andy alternated between your ass and sit spots as he commanded you to thank him after some ten spanks. "TWELVE, THANK YOU DEAR! THIRTEEN, THANK YOU MY LOVE! FOURTEEN, THANK YOU HONEY!" You were almost hysterical towards the end and were sure you would have been if it hadn't been for him calming you down before getting on with this. "TWENTY, THANK YOU SO MUCH, HUBBY!" 

Placing the horrendous ruler in its place at last, Andy gathered you in his arms at last, switching spots so now he was sitting at the edge of the table with you curled against him between his legs. He murmured sweet nothings and praises in your ears as he rubbed your back softly. 

It took you a while to calm down and apologize in a level headed way. Andy fixed your clothes as gently as he could after that, helping you sip on some more water as he dabbed your tear streams dry with a tissue. It was when he wiped at a bit of your snot did you realize just how comfortable you had always felt with him. It wasn't that you didn't like to look good for him. But it was his affectionate gaze and reassuring manner that never made you feel self conscious in front of him. You could always be your relaxed self with Andy without any fear of judgment. 

The thoughts made you reach for his beard and scratch it a little, the gesture making him smile. 

You didn't say much and just accepted his care until after you had fully stopped crying. It was after you had fixed his sleeves and cuffs before putting on his jacket for him that he took your hand in his to rejoin the party downstairs that you stopped him.

"Wait, h- hubby" you hiccuped. Andy turned to face you with a hum. "I- Erm… I…" You lowered your head sheepishly. 

"What is it, doll?" 

God. 

This name made your insides twist in the best way.

"N- Need… you…" You guided your intertwined hands to the aching spot between your legs sheepishly. A whimper escaped you when he allowed his hand to linger there for a second, even grazing it against your sensitive core before snickering. 

"You want to have our first time here?" Andy asked in disbelief and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. You peeked up at him through your lashes while shyly biting your lip. "Baby doll," your fiance stroked your cheek with the back of his free hand before leaning down a little to face you directly. "We are civilized people who belong to a respectable society. Not some savages of instinct." His condescending guidance coupled with the dominance he was exuding in this moment pulled a whimper from you yet again. 

"S- Sorry, d- dear." You looked away from his intense gaze. "J- Just…" you shook your head. "I am sorry." 

"That's my girl." 

You rejoined the party hand-in-hand. Except, you did not look at anyone but him this time around. It was only now that you realized that while you were busy ogling over others, there was so much to observe and swoon over at what was right besides you. Yes, there was not exactly a sense of lingering danger to thrill you, but you had Andy's dark ocean blue eyes to melt for as each time he looked at you, they ignited a powerful spark of need in every single joint of your body. 

And said need Andy fulfilled that night. With you writhing on his bed under him with your hands above your head and mouth agape, his expensive penthouse mostly dark against your teary eyes. Andy grunted with each thrust he gave to your tiny pussy that his cock pushed open each time more and more each time he moved, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you screamed praises and thanks until you blacked out. The following morning wasn't much different.

Neither was the rest of your very happy life together.

[ashiemochi]

*poke* aye ashie *pokepoke* i got some rare things on sale strangah *slams desk* LEON MF KENNEDY and him being an absolutely relentless IDIOT with terrible pickup lines every time you see him. "You know, uh...think you might have to change your name to Google because you got everything I'm looking for, sweetheart." AND YOU'RE LIKE "....Leon, we've been dating for seven years." JANSUSBEIEE SOME SHIT ID! LEON WOULD DO

EYSHDAHS ID! Leon is sUCH a flirt alongside with RE4! Leon. He oozes with stupidly flirtatious energy.

You'd just be passing him in the hallway at the DSO and he'd instantly light up at the sight of you, grinning already.

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile :)"

"Leon, your reports are overdue."

Getting a coffee refill is just the same. Leon was walking past the lunchroom when he caught your form at the coffee machine and he practically zoomed to your side. You barely took a sip of your drink before noticing Leon leaning against the counter, one hand on his hip and the other arm pressed up against the top cabinet. There's that cheesy smile again.

"I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?"

"Leon. Please. It's my lunch break."

When you were the one looking for him because you needed a hand with the paperwork you received from his office, you saw him from your peripheral vision. You faced him, flashing a small smile at seeing your fiancé.

"Leon, I need to ask you a quest-"

Leon didn't even look at you and walked past you. You stopped in your spot, confused as fuck at what just happened. Did he just ignore you? What the ever-living fu-

He practically jogged back to you with that stupid smile.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?"

You slammed your face into the files in your hand, sighing out exasperatedly before looking at him, failing to hold back a smile as you attempted to seem unimpressed.

"Leon, we've been dating for seven years-"

"Engaged for three."

"Still, just how many stupid pick up lines do you have stored up in there?"

"Enough to take you out to dinner tonight, 7 o'clock?"

"... Okay, that was a good one."

[peachyunjinnie]

❝MAKE ME STOP❞ lmh ― s.

― summary:

you finally get to meet minho's parents after his proposal at a family dinner but minho has a different idea of what will satisfy his hunger.

fiancé!minho/female!reader | smut | 802

↬ content warnings: clitplay, teasing, fingering, creampie, cumplay, praising, choking.

a/n: requested by anon, i hope this is good for you ;) enjoy!

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"We are so happy to finally meet you in person. The way our little Minho has talked about you is absolutely amazing, he is drooling over you." Mrs. Lee was saying as Minho was just avoiding everyones eyes and his cheeks were getting a pretty shade of pink.

"I am really happy to be here too. Really? What has he been saying about me?" I asked and was very curious on what he has been talking about. His father laughed and grinned at little Minho hiding his face.

"It sounded like he was describing his best friend and lover. His soulmate. My son really loves you." Mr. Lee was proudly looking at his son and I could see the admiration he had for his Minho.

I looked at Minho and noticed the little glare to his dad, he was way too embarrassed. I've never seen him that way before and it made me fall all over again. My hand found itself to his and automatically we intertwined our fingers together tightly.

I took a sip of my wine and we continued to talk about casual themes, when I felt his hand on my thighs slowly sliding up and leaving a trace goosebumps behind it. I was feeling my face turn red and my anticipation for the night growing.

"So Y/N how are your parents doing? We saw them at the mall the other day, so lovely." Mrs. Lee asked politely with a warm smile on her face.

"O-Oh they have been doing great." I had to breathe for a second to get my mind together but all I could think of was his hand still sliding up and now reaching my area. He started to massage my crotch and I lost it.

While Mr. and Mrs. Lee were talking about my parents and how they could maybe go out and grab a drink together I excused myself to go to the restroom, Minho following me instantly.

"Oh honey, your face is completely flushed, are you not feeling well?" Mr Lee asked and Minho directly said that he'll be taking care of me, and that I was feeling sick before we came. I had no thought inside of my head only Minho and his hands being everywhere.

"M-Minho-" He pushed me into the bathroom and locked it. Excitement filled me up, the burning sensation of what is about to happen, any second.

I got silenced by a wild and hungry kiss, his lips telling me more than he could ever say, The need, the thirst and the lust. He sat down on the toilet seat and I immediatley sat on his lap, grinding myself on his growing bulge. I would be lying if I say that I have been this horny before. The soft lips being everywhere now, on mine, on my neck, on my jawline. Everywhere.

I tried not to moan loudly, but as he bit my collarbones slightly I couldn't help myself but to arch my back and rolled my eyes.

"You're mine." He purred into my ear and licked my earlobe as he let his hand get it's way on my neck, gently squishing my windpipe. I couldn't get a single word out, my hopeless shrieks of pleasure making minho chuckle.

"What a good girl you are." "You're doing so well for me." Praises after praises.

He let me go to get the air I needed desperatly. He pushed his croth upwards, meeting my clit in an illegal way.

"Ride me, princess." He breathed out as I got out from his lap as he unbuckled his pants revealing his length. I blushed hard as I straddled him again feeling his dick in the sweetest spots. He kept his hands on my mouth, knewing I would be a moaning mess.

"Minho that's t-too much, please stop." I whined through his lips, my eyes watering from the stretch.

"Make me stop." He smirked as he pushed himself deeper, filling me completley. I rolled my eyes and concentrated not to make one single sound.

He thrusted into my heat and mercilessly hit my G spot again and again.

"Baby, you're so sensitive." He moaned and thrusted deeper and harder. Filling the bathroom with rhythmic slaps. I couldn't keep it in and came undone, the knot in my abdomen bursting. I shrieked and he thrusted harder and faster, cumming inside of me. He growled into my ear as I felt his semen inside of me.

"I love you." He smiled at me, his eyes showing nothing but pure affection.

"I love you more, Minnie." I chuckled as I stood up.

"Turn around for me, princess." He said, knowing what he wanted to see I turned around and showed him my abused and tortured folds, dripping in his cum.

"You're mine and only mine."

[omiscurls]

hi!! could i request a diluc x fem!reader angst where they were childhood friends, and when reader gets a fiancé, diluc tries to confess his feelings but reader rejects him, gets married and moves from mondstat, and every now and then diluc sends reader letters (apologizing, asking how readers day was, hoping they come back). thanks!

unrequited

plot: reader rejects the character

contains: diluc

warnings: angsty and like one curse word, that’s all

diluc was a cute kid.

as the heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful families in mondstadt, he was polite not only to his senior, but also incredibly nice to his friends, as well. different that most boys his age, he didn’t go around yelling dumb, inappropriate jokes, and didn’t take pride in making girls feel bad.

he was always sweet to those doing worse than him in class, be it theory or sparring, and acted like an absolute saint to his adopted brother.

naturally, how could one not adore a kid like that? how could the mondstadt girls not line up to see him each time, how could the boys not want to play with him? how could anyone resist, when he had that charm to him that seemed to draw people near almost against their free will?

finally, how could you not take pride in the fact that out of all those over-the-top girls who fought over each other to talk to him, out of all those boys that never failed to bug him in each little scrap of his free time, he chose to try and get close to you?

you didn’t understand it at first, but it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know you, his eyes looking as though they were studying your expression at all times, a warm smile welcoming you each time you passed him by.

his words were careful and his sentences always strained, as if he struggled to talk, but a sense of honesty and genuine sympathy always seeped through his words, confusing your little childish brain, but also forming a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest. 

over the years, not only did you finally answer to his advances, but also befriend the kid. his rare smiles were reserved for your eyes only, and his mind opened up before you each and every time you talked, no restrain and limitations between you two. 

he’d sit behind you in class, sometimes passing you notes with an answer to questions you didn’t know, or a funny note about the teacher, or just simply asking if you want to hang out after school. 

you’d go to windrise and sit under the tree, talking for hours about the most useless of things, about what you thought the clouds looked like, but also your futures, your dreams and hopes. 

he’d explain math to you before every exam in the dark rooms of dawn winery, hair pulled up and tea made for the both of you, looking at your struggling with unmistakable patience and affection, but what could you know? you were kids, barely even teenagers. why would you think anything of the way he said he’ll “always be there for you” after some simple math tutoring? how could you analyze his kind stare that you never saw him wear for other people? 

and so you didn’t. 

he’d sit with you on the counter of his kitchen, carefully caressing your back as you wet his shirt with tears, quietly telling you that “they didn’t deserve you anyway” after your first ever heartbreak. to hell with the fact that his own heart was breaking a millimetre more with every word he spoke, if what he said calmed you in any way, he’d talk all night, going on and on about how you deserve the world, and nothing less. 

you held his hand at his fathers memorial service, letting him tighten his grip on your fingers harder every time, you wiped away the tears, you listen to his sobs and pleas when the two of you were alone. you offered solace to him over the next painful months, you justified every word he hurt kaeya with, only to make him feel better about himself. 

to him, you were like an angel sent from above. you restored the faith he had lost in the world, you stuck by his side and lighted up his days one after the other, how could he not adore you?

how could he not fall in love? 

and trust when i say, he did really try to avoid it. he tried pushing his thoughts away, he tried focusing on something else, tried avoiding you, tried everything. no matter what he did, his mind circled back to your smile, and unconsciously he smiled as well, even if the next second he’d look in the mirror and wipe it off his face as if it was a crime to smile. 

diluc was a cute kid, and he grew up to be a polite gentleman, whom you called a friend. and as any polite gentleman, he wouldn’t dare do anything to loose the honor you had given him, so he stayed silent. stayed silent since his in-class notes, through talks about the future, through your breakups, through all the times you had been there for him. in no universe would he ever mention how the weight was lifted off his shoulders every time you as much as looked his way, how all the clouds went away at the sound of your laugh, and how he was ready to do anything in the world to keep you happy. 

somewhere in his mind, perhaps he thought you had somehow known all along, and would reward his efforts to not complicate your life with his emotions with loving him back, but how could you know? how, if he kept it a secret that well? 

in the end, his own plan backfired on him, and he realized he had lost when you ran through his door, tears in your eyes, but a smile on your face, showing off a ring, shining in sunlight, resting on your finger.

if he ever thought “they didn’t deserve you” hurt him, “i’m so happy for you!” stabbed his soul a thousand times more painfully. 

to normal people of mondstadt, there was no change in behavior from the gloomy and serious owner of angel’s share, but a few noticed how heavy his presence was, how desperately he blinked back the sheen layer of tears, glistening in the candle light while he was serving drinks, and you were off somewhere in the back, laughing with your lover by your side. 

he had lost his chance, and now there was no way in which he could get you back. no way at all. all his life, he had built up a hope inside that one of these days, he’ll get a happy ever after, and lived with that thought through all the bad moments that came along the way, and now these years of carefully building this scenario came crushing down with the realization. 

in a desperate search of any relief, he came to the conclusion that the only thing to be even remotely at peace with himself was to... simply just tell you. 

so there he was, right outside your door, the watch on his wrist striking ten in the evening, stars shining brightly on your doorstep, as you appeared before him, merely a nightgown shielding you from the cold air of the night, a soft smile adoring your lips from the moment you realized it was him. 

“diluc? what’re you doing here this late?” you said, grabbing a coat from behind the door and closing it behind you. a foolish hope sprung inside him when you joined him outside, as he stared at you with a little grin, working up the courage to speak up. 

“there’s something i wish to tell you about” he merely whispered, gesturing you to come with him.

the walk to windrise was longer than the ones you remembered from your childhood days, and the sharp air nibbled on your skin mercilessly, to the point your legs hurt a bit when you reached the tree.

diluc turned your way and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, but was thirty minutes.

“i hoped not to burden you with the secret i’ll share with you now, and i’m sorry for whatever bad outcome it might cause, but… truth is, i can’t keep it to myself anymore, and if i want to have some peace for myself, i have to trouble you with it.” he said quietly, settling worry in your gut.

“you can tell me anything” you assured calmly “your secrets are always safe with me”

he took one last look into your caring eyes, feeling a little better just having you smile at him, and took a breath before spilling.

“i might’ve been in love with you for the last ten years” he said calmly “and i know this is hardly the time, i really do, but i just-“

“what?”

you looked at him in surprise, blood audibly pumping through your veins as you tried to comprehend what he just said.

“i do understand that you’re engaged, but-“

“do you? do you, really?” you said bitterly, making his heart sink in regret. “because to me it seems like i waited for you all those years, i hoped, and i prayed, and i wished, and after i finally, finally gave up, you decide to mess with my emotions right when i thought i had them figured out?”

diluc was stunned. so you felt the same way about him, once? he could’ve had all he hoped for? he didn’t even comprehend the rest of your sentence fully, focusing on how you just admitted to having feelings for him somewhen in the past.

“no, i’m not trying to mess with you, I’m-“

“but you are! honestly, diluc, i knew you were somewhat insensitive, but this is blatantly cruel! what- i don’t- why didn’t you say this to me earlier?”

“i wish i did, but to me it seemed like you were always chasing someone else, and i didn’t want to-“

“bother me? is that it? you didn’t want to bother me so now you decided to try and mess with my relationship? god, i- i need to be alone right now. sorry.”

and with that you were out of your usual childhood spot, leaving him alone under the tree that shared both of your secrets and plans for so long.

a longing stare pierced through your back as you ran back to mondstadt, not going home right away, but trying to find a spot where nobody would find you.

“fuck” he muttered. he was familiar with the feeling of loss, but the fact that it was nobody’s fault but his own made it a hundred times worse.

diluc was a cute child, and grew up to be a polite gentleman. so he was there to apologize to you on countless occasions, ready to beg forgiveness for his recklessness and lack of thought, but you were never there to hear his pleas.

and so it went on, a huge wedding covered the streets of mondstadt in white while he stood in the sidelines, his friends said goodbye to you as he watched from a safe distance. you left, and so did every remaining proof of his embarrassment.

nevertheless, he sent countless letters, no address on the envelope, save for the name of the city, hoping that one of them would eventually reach you. sorrow and tears almost spilled from the words written in a tidy cursive, but he never had any certainty about wether they reached you or not.

and while he hoped you forgave him,

he knew you didn’t.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR. PURE FLUFF AHEAD!!!

Masterlist

Chapter 24

The doorbell rang Friday night as you were popping popcorn in the microwave for family movie night.

“I’ll get it,” you called out, walking to the front door.

You opened it to see Penelope standing there. She immediately grabbed your hand and started tugging.

“You’re coming with me, soon-to-be Mrs. Reid,” she tried to drag you out of the house.

“Spencer! Code pink! Code pink!” you yelled.

You heard Spencer dashing towards the front door.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Spencer wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It’s bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the day of the wedding,” Penelope stomped her high heel in protest.

“Yes, we knew you would say that so we bought these,” you and Spencer held up sleep masks, “Me and Spence will put these on before we go to bed. I’ll set my alarm 15 minutes before his so I will be up and out of the room, headed to Rossi’s before he even sees me. No bad luck and I still get to sleep with my fiancé, everyone’s happy!”

“I should have known you guys would find a loophole. You even had a whole code name,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Pen,” you laughed, “I will see you in the morning.”

You gave her a big hug before she returned to her car.

“A brilliant idea if I do say so myself, Dr. Reid,” you grinned.

He leaned down to kiss you as Jo shouted “you’re missing Nemo.”

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

You fumbled to swipe your phone alarm off without actually being able to see it.

Once you got it off, you felt Spencer’s arms tighten around you.

“Keep that blindfold on, mister,” you demanded.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled.

“Do you not want us to get married today?” you teased.

You felt Spencer’s arms slowly retract from around you after giving you one final squeeze.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you giggled.

“Bye, love you,” he tried to kiss you but ended up kissing your nose.

You put your hand flat on his face to find his lips and then guided yourself to them.

“I can not wait to marry you,” you whispered after pulling away.

“10 hours,” he whispered back and you could feel his smile as you went in for another kiss.

You slowly got out of bed and crawled towards the door to avoid hitting anything. However, you slammed your head right into the door.

“Ouch!” you rubbed the top of your head.

Spencer sat up in bed, still with his blindfold on, “Love, are you okay?”

“Yep, I found the door,” you laughed, “I will see you at the aisle.”

“I can not wait to be reduced to a blubbering, crying mess in front of my closest friends and family,” Spencer smiled.

You felt around for the door knob and opened it, taking off your blindfold once you were out of the room. You picked up your bag that you had set outside your door with all of your skincare and makeup before heading out the door to Rossi’s.

By the time you had gotten there, the driveway was full of trucks and vans dropping off decorations and setting up the canopy and tables.

The second you rang the doorbell, you were pulled inside by JJ and Emily who were already in their dresses.

“You both look gorgeous!” you exclaimed as they dragged you up the stairs.

“Here’s a muffin,” JJ said as she sat you down.

Emily was already assessing your hair and combing it out.

“Penelope told us what you did last night,” Emily smiled, “I think it was extremely adorable.”

JJ nodded in agreement as she pulled the makeup products out of your bag.

“I would just feel weird if I was away from him for a night now since we are so used to being right next to each other. Speaking of Pen, where is she?” you asked.

“She needed to make sure they put the lattice trellis in the right place so the sun would set directly behind it,” JJ informed you.

You and Spencer would be getting married in front of a lattice trellis covered in vines and an assortment of flowers right at sunset.

“What would I do without her and you guys?” you laughed.

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Spencer groggily answered the door to see Derek standing there, holding both of their tuxes.

“Ready to get married, Pretty Boy?” he grinned.

“Yes,” Spencer rubbed his eyes to wipe away the tiredness, “Let me wake Jo up.”

Spencer walked back up the stairs and opened Jo’s door, sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Time to get up, Princess,” he whispered, “You get to wear your new dress today.”

Jo’s eyes shot open and she got out from underneath the covers, revealing she was already in fact in her dress.

“You got up already?” Spencer laughed, picking her up.

“I tricked you, Daddy,” she giggled.

“Yes, you did,” Spencer smiled, “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Uncle Derek!” Jo exclaimed.

“Jo!” Derek shouted, accepting the little girl into his arms, “Well, don’t you look nice. Auntie Penelope was telling me how excited she is to do your hair later.”

Jo nodded enthusiastically.

“You get ready,” Derek pushed the tux into Spencer’s arms, “I’ll get Jo breakfast.”

-

You stood at the back of the line in front of the glass double doors leading out to Rossi’s backyard.

As the violins and piano began to softly play, you heard Penelope say, “Jo, go see your Dad.”

The doors opened to let Jo out, holding her basket of white rose petals.

You sneakily watched from a nearby window as Jo took her job very seriously, throwing a handful of petals every other step and then taking a seat in the front row next to Henry and Will.

JJ, Emily, and Penelope all proceeded down the aisle one by one, standing on the opposite side of Derek and Rossi who were standing next to Spencer.

You ran back from the window to in front of the doors, grabbing your bouquet from the table. You had decided to walk down the aisle alone. Your parents were in the audience here to support you but you were your own woman, you didn’t need to be “given away” to Spencer.

The doors opened for the final time and you stepped out. Spencer turned to face you and you could see the tears already glistening in his eyes.

You smiled and mouthed ‘I love you’ as you walked down the aisle and he mouthed ‘I love you too’ as the tears quickly began to form in your eyes as well.

You took your spot in front of Spencer and Jo waved to you both which elicited a small chuckle from the crowd.

“Hi, baby,” you waved back.

You don’t even think Spencer noticed because his eyes were laser-focused on you.

“Shall we begin?” Hotch asked and you both nodded.

“I would like to thank everyone for being here to help Y/N and Spencer celebrate this special day in which they attest to their love for one another. Spencer, would you like to read your vows first?”

Spencer nodded, “I have never admitted this to her until now but the first time I spoke to Y/N is because I offered her a sweatshirt. I actually brought that sweatshirt to the library with me that day, hoping the pretty girl who was always shivering would finally have a reason to acknowledge me. That was the single best decision of my life. Unfortunately, a little over a year later, I made the single worst decision of my life by letting you go,” Spencer started to get choked up, “I honestly think my ‘genius’ title should be taken away for that alone. Somehow, I was graced with the opportunity to come back into your life even though I didn’t deserve it. And your life now revolved around one particular little girl that I grew to love more than I thought was ever possible. So, I just wanted to say scientists learn from their mistakes so while I can’t promise I won’t make any more in the future, I can tell you for sure that I will never let go again.”

“Oh wow,” you sniffled, taking a kleenex and your little journal from Penelope, “How am I supposed to top that?”

“I really don’t care what you have to say, you marrying me is more than enough,” he whispered.

“Oh my god, you’re still coming up with better vows than me on the spot,” you whispered back.

“Much like Spencer, I also wrote about our first encounters in college. Spencer and I quickly formed an unspoken agreement that we would always meet at the same table in the library. One night, when he was taking the time to repeatedly explain to me a calculus concept I just wasn’t getting even though I knew he had a paper due tonight, I thought to myself ‘this one is too good to let get away’. So at our next meeting, I ordered takeout from his favorite restaurant and set up a little dinner for us. It was all worth it when I saw him walk in with his textbooks only to be soon lost for words when I asked him if he would go on a date with me. I never really dated anyone in the time we were apart, I just had this feeling that our story was far from over and I’m so so glad that feeling was right. I promise I will never stop loving you, no matter what, because I don’t think I could even if I tried” you stated.

“Spencer, with this ring, do you take Y/N to love and to hold, to cherish and respect her in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward?” Hotch asked.

“I do,” Spencer smiled as you slipped the band on to his ring finger.

“Y/N, with this ring, do you take Spencer to love and to hold, to cherish and respect him in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, from this day forward?” Hotch repeated.

“Absolutely I do.”

Spencer slipped the ring on your finger.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” Hotch smiled.

Spencer cupped your cheeks, pulling you as close as he could and kissing you deeply. Everyone cheered as you both interlocked your hands and headed down the aisle.

As soon as you were inside, Spencer pulled you in for a more passionate, sloppy kiss.

“I didn’t want an audience for that,” he grinned, pulling you back in.

“Bleh,” you heard Derek say, who had Penelope on his arm, “Do you guys need to go home already?”

“No, we can wait a few more hours,” you giggled but Spencer whined.

JJ and Will had offered to take Jo for the night so you and Spencer had the house to yourself. You had opted for just spending one night away from Jo rather than a long honeymoon. You were going to take a family vacation all together instead.

A few minutes later, you heard Penelope and Derek announce on the microphone, “Now introducing for the first time ever, Dr. and Mrs. Reid!”

You exited the glass doors once again, holding you and Spencer's interlocked hands up in the air as everyone cheered under the big white canopy with fairy lights.

“Please clear the dance floor for their first dance together as husband and wife,” Penelope smiled.

Bloom by The Paper Kites faded in as Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist. You rested your head against his chest and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck.

You felt him rubbing small circles on your side with his thumb as he planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you so much, my husband,” you whispered.

“I love you more, my wife,” he smiled.

You swayed gently back and forth until the music faded out. Spencer leaned down and kissed you as you stopped swaying. You completely forgot you were in front of an audience until you pulled away from Spencer and the crowd erupted into a cheer.

You looked into the audience to see Diana twirling Jo around in a circle. Luckily, an aid was able to bring her on such short notice.

After everyone had enjoyed the banquet, Hotch and Emily took the microphone this time.

“Time for the cutting of the cake!” they cheered.

You and Spencer both stood from the main table to go get the first pieces. You both held the knife together, cutting out two pieces.

You grabbed the plate that your slice was on and gently shoved it into Spencer’s nose, laughing as he pulled the plate away, his face covered in white frosting.

“You think that’s funny?” he grinned, grabbing his piece and pressing it into your face.

You continued your giggling fit as he cut another piece.

“Princess, come here!” he called out.

Jo ran up, eager to get a first taste of the cake and you and Spencer pressed another piece right into her face.

Jo stuck her tongue out and licked some off her face, “It tastes good,” she smiled as you and Spencer continued to laugh.

[urimaginespimp]

Ivy

Alfie Solomons x Shelby Sister Reader where she’s betrothed by Thomas for a truce, now her and Alfie’s secret love affair is in thin line.

A/N: Here I go again, associating an Evermore track to Alfie. Sorry not sorry!

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The air was cold at dawn. You’ve been sitting alone in a cemetery since last night, dreading the moment the day was slowly breaking, and how it reminded you of how time of his arrival was getting nearer.

No, you weren’t there to visit a deceased loved one, but might as well have started grieving for yourself. This was the haven where you would often meet Alfie to either stay and talk in each other’s arms, or where he’d fetch you and bring you somewhere you could freely be with each other for a night.

A full year of secret meetups undetected led you both from solely enjoying each other’s company and wits, to being inseparable. Your special spot was a few feet away from the actual gravestones. It was under a huge tree nearby.

You knew from the start that your fondness with each other would never be accepted by your family. And the odds of them actually even coming close to being open on the idea of you both became slimmer every time Alfie would get power in his head and betray your family despite your friendship.

Months would pass of you ignoring his apologies and notes pleading to meet; To be only forgiven when he’s in Thomas’ good graces again. But it became increasingly difficult to be warry of him when you started feeling funny whenever he’d laugh at your jokes, or when he’d offer his coat for both of you to stay under when it starts drizzling and you both forgot to bring an umbrella.

He’s started a goddamn blaze in you.

Now how were you to tell the lone man you’ve ever loved that your brother was planning on marrying you off for a truce?

You only found out last night, leading to you throwing a fit for the very first time towards your brother who tried to calm you down and make you understand the benefit it would bring to the family – much like what he did to John. The way he told you sounded like it was a mere suggestion. But you knew better that he’s already fixed it.

In a fit of tears and frustration from not being able to give him the truth to why you refuse to concede, Polly barging in the study to intervene and ask what was going on was your take to leave and go to your room, shouting loudly that he better leaves you alone that night.

It took you the night trying to write everything down for Alfie. How you were to be married, and begging him not to intervene. Because as much as you love him, you couldn’t risk him and your family being in another war with the still unknown family you were to be part of.

Sneaking out later on, that’s how you found yourself in your favorite spot in the cemetery crying your heart out, and reminiscing all the memories you hold so dear with Alfie.

Taking a deep breath, your hand took the folded page of paper from your coat pocket. You almost crumpled it and wait for Alfie to tell him yourself. But you were a coward and just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. Not when you know you wouldn’t be able to open your mouth without breaking down.

Taking a rock big enough to hold it in place, you placed your open letter under the tree and willed yourself to walk away from both your favorite place and your happiness that morning.

It’s been days and you have not uttered a word to your family. Still crying yourself to sleep every night, it became increasingly harder not to call Alfie and beg for forgiveness and ask him to take you away.

Alfie himself was sending your office missives after missives, asking you to see him at least. But all of it were left unanswered and kept in one of your desk’s drawers.

Tonight, was the celebration of your engagement and the first time you were to meet the man you were to be married to. You’ve learned from Polly that he was from a wealthy Italian family, about your age, and that he’s already seen you before and was actually the one to ask Thomas for your hand in marriage.

What a puss. You thought, He couldn’t even ask you and get rejected personally.

Well at least the dress he sent was decent. But hell were to freeze over before you would even consider wearing it.

Opening your closet, your hands skimmed through your numerous formal dresses, and finally landed on one that meant so much to you. It was beautiful, fit you perfectly, and it was a gift from Alfie.

They don’t know it’s from him, but you had to admit that wearing it in front of your family and future husband would be a satisfying last act of proclaiming your love for the King of Camden town.

The night began rather peacefully. It seemed that you were the only one miserable in the occasion thrown for you.

The man you were to marry was alright. He was polite, charming even. But he was a shy pup compared to a beast like Alfie. Sooner or later, you had to stop thinking about him.  

“What’s the Jew doing here, Tommy?” you heard your aunt ask Tommy discretely.

“I invited him, Poll. All bad blood in the past, he’s a good business partner.” He explained to your aunt.

But the rest of the conversation drowned out for you. He’s here.

For the first time in the entire night of the party, you moved from the corner you were sulking on, looking for the pair of opal eyes you were wishing to see. To hell with the Italian boy.

You were turning on every corner looking for him. If he really were in here, you figured he’d be in a corner somewhere like usual.

“I knew you’d look absolutely beautiful in that dress.” A voice called out just loud enough for you to catch. Snapping to the direction it came from, your eyes met Alfie’s.

He was dressed formally as asked, his beard was trimmed, and he had his hat on.

“Alfie I-“

“I’ll take a dance, yes.” He cut you off, not wanting to make you cry in front of the guests. Taking your hands in his freezing ones, he led you to the dance floor.

“I though you hated dancing in public?” you mused at him, placing your hands by his shoulders, ignoring the lump in your throat.  

“If this were to be our last one, everyone else be damned, yeah?” He answered, looking at you lovingly. You smiled. How could he still look at you so endearingly even after your cowardness?

“The wine’s shite by the way.” He commented, trying to make you laugh. He couldn’t stand looking so defeated anymore. You couldn’t resist breaking into a laugh, and bit your tongue from telling him the drinks are courtesy of your future husband.

Polly and Arthur were stood near each other, looking at the both of you dancing, when your aunt finally spoke up.

“She hasn’t cracked a smile ever since the night Thomas told her.” She told the oldest Shelby brother. “And all it took was for Solomons to dance with her.”

“Yeah, looking at ‘em makes me almost forget the bastard tried to kill me. It’s almost as if they’re…” Arthur didn’t get to finish what he was to say from the sudden realization. He knew that look. Yes, he’d never seen you look at anyone like that, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was - the color coming back to your face, almost as if it actually lit up at the presence of Camden town’s king.

Turning to Poll, she was already smirking at him. “She couldn’t tell Thomas the real reason she doesn’t to be married off for business. But you’re the eldest, Arthur, and when it’s on matters of your siblings’ personal happiness, you have to put your foot down.” Patting the back of his shoulder, she took her drink to go who knows.

“Is there somewhere we can talk, luv?” Alfie asked you quietly, sliding his hand on your shoulder, to your hand where he held it.

Looking around you, relief washed over when you saw that the guests were immersed in their own conversations and dance partners.

“Meet me in my room in a few minutes. It’s the third door at the right hall, and I’ll keep it slightly open.” You nervously told him, trying to keep your voice low.

Letting go of him, you acted natural, smiling at guests your way.

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In your room, you stood fidgeting with your fingers. The light from the crescent moon that peeked through your window was the only source of light.

What if he got lost and mistakenly entered Tommy’s office? Or that he decided to confront that fiancé of yours?

You were saved from the panic attack rising when your door finally creaked open bigger, and the silhouette of the man you love came in.

But before you could talk, his lips met yours desperately. Alfie hoped that his kiss would be able to tell you how much he’s missed you, how the past days felt like absolute hell, and how it led him to be willing in being a mister for you. A mister.

“Are you sure that brother of yours won’t be looking for ya? What if he found us out, pet?” He asked in between kisses to your neck.

“He’s gonna burn this house to the ground” you answered, gasping when he squeezed you in closer to him. You almost hated having to stop him. “Alfie, we came here to talk.” You weakly pushed him off you.

His eyes under the moonlight was glistening. It was only now that you realized he was crying. Taking his face in your hands, you held it gently, wiping his damp cheek.

“Alfie, I love you, okay? Everything that we had – no matter how it was only stolen moments, I’d live and die just to experience them again. But I can’t risk losing you and or anyone from my family for my personal reasons.” You tried to sound brave in front of him, knowing that the second you’d break, he’d take you with him.

He shook his head. “Now that’s just selfish of that brother of yours, pet. You know I could help settle any problem he has with ‘em Italians. He didn’t have to drag you into this.”

“And what, have him figure out why you’d go through great lengths for his sister whom you never seemed to care about?” Whenever Thomas was in the same room as you, the both of you would only resort to a formal greeting and not even try to converse. That was how you were able to keep it up so long. “It’s either I run or we dare come clean to him and see what we’ll become. He’ll find me either way, or he’ll shoot you dead.”

Alfie moved away from you, and walking by the window to take a breath and calm his nerves.

Suddenly the door to your bedroom was kicked completely open, revealing Arthur and Tommy who looked like they were ready to murder.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you immediately stood straight as if ready to block them before they could get to Alfie. But to your surprise, Arthur stayed standing by the doorway, and it was only Thomas who took a step closer.

“Alfie, you have one chance to tell me that what Arthur's saying isn’t true.” Tommy was seething, ordering him. “You of all people know my sisters are off limits.”

“It’s true, Tom.” You answered before Alfie could even open his mouth. If he were to push through marrying you off, at least leave him with the guilt for snatching your life away. “I love him.” Relief from finally being able to say it in front of your brothers washed over you.

“I am not gonna let you use my sister for whatever scheme it is that you fu-

“I was gonna ask her to marry me, you fucker!” Alfie growled from behind you, before finally reaching your side. You stood there gaping at him, having been clueless as well of his intentions.

“I went to meet her in our spot with a fucking ring in my hand, right. And what do I find? A letter from her telling me that some scum wants what’s only mine, and her cunt of a brother is allowing it!”

Arthur having been satisfied from what Alfie said, was smiling at you across the room. “And as the eldest of the family, I give you my blessing, so long as you promise to protect her.” He spoke, nodding at him. You wanted to run into your brother’s arms in gratitude, but Thomas spoke up again.

“Don’t celebrate yet, Alfie." He both looked at you with a stern expression. "There are Italians out there still thinking that there’s a marriage happening in a fortnight.”

Alfie scoffed at your brother’s statement. As if he hasn’t dealt with them before.

Taking your hand in his, he turned to your brother once more. “And what is expected to happen when I call off the marriage?” He asked him.

“I’m gonna start a war” you answered nervously.

Squeezing your hand, he turned to you. “Then it's gonna be the goddamn fight of my life, pet.”

[laedback-taurus]

My Boys – Finale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mother!Reader Warnings: none Word Count: 2394 A/n: Maybe slight spoilers for ep 6. Continuation of “My Boys” part 1 and 2. S/n = Son's Name Part 1 / Part 2

You and Bucky decided you were going advantage of the small amount of quiet time you had before he had to go and do what he does best, save people. The three of you had left Sam’s and made your way back to Bucky’s apartment, your son had insisted that you move Bucky in as soon as you got back, so that’s what you planned on doing. Bucky didn’t have a lot of stuff, so it wasn’t going to be a long process. Once your car was full to the brim with Bucky’s belongings, you set off for your place, unlike Bucky, you owned a small house just out of the busy city. Bucky had been there a few times, but he had never stayed, you just hoped he’d like it there. You had to admit that it felt weird moving Bucky in, you had bought the house with your ex-fiancé with the intention of raising a family and growing old in it, but some things just don’t work out that way.

You watched from your kitchen window as Bucky grabbed the last of his things out of the car after telling you to stay put and insisting on getting it himself. He walked up your driveway, spotting you in the window and sending you a sweet smile. He placed his things in the spare room where you had put the rest of his stuff, just until you could sort through it and find homes for everything. You saw him leave through the back door and walk out onto your deck, watching s/n run around the back yard. You soon followed, appearing behind him and wrapping you arms around his waist from behind, stood slightly up on your toes and rested you chin on his shoulder.

“Welcome home Bucky” You whispered, making him smile. You turned your head slightly to get a look at his face, his eyes were glassy and brimming with tears.

“Bucky! Come and chase me!” You son called out from the yard where he was happily bouncing on his trampoline.

“You’ll regret this little mam” Bucky replied making his way down the stairs of the deck, as soon as he hit the grass he took off in s/n direction, your son squealed in excitement and quickly jumped off the trampoline, running away from Bucky. His little legs didn’t get him very far before Bucky scooped him up and spun him around.

“Gotcha!” Bucky yelled. All you could hear was the ecstatic laugher of your son as you watched your boys run around the yard.

---

You were sitting up in bed, just looking aimlessly through your phone while waiting for Bucky to come to bed. S/n had once again insisted that Bucky tuck him in and read him a story, you desperately wanted to listen to Bucky read a story but apparently it was “boys only”. Right on cue Bucky appeared in the doorway, he had the most adorable smile on his face. You could tell that he loved your son to pieces and s/n loved him so much that he wanted to call him Dad, which you and Bucky hadn’t talked about since you told him at Sam’s. Bucky pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor before crawling into bed next to you, you could sense that he was slightly anxious by how he laid quite far away from you. You put your phone down on the bedside table and shimmied down the bed till you were laying on your back before turning the face Bucky.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly.

“Yeah, it’s just been a big day and with everything else going on right now it just a lot at once” He admitted.

“Should we have waited?” You queried, at this he moved closer to you, laying on his side to face you.

“No, after all this is done…I want to come home to you two. Coming home after the fight with John and finding the two of you there just felt so right…I don’t want to go home to an empty apartment when I could come home to…” You noticed him hesitate slightly. “My family” you wanted to burst into tears, Bucky saw you as his family, something he hadn’t had in a long time, out of everyone, he chose you. You closed the distance between you, catching his lips in a sweet kiss. His right hand found its home on your hip, pulling you flush against his bare chest. The kiss started out sweet and loving but soon turned into passionate and full of lust. Bucky had been without you for way too long, he was used to you being there every night he needed but when he had to leave he lost that for a while and didn’t like it one bit. You lifted your leg slightly and draped it over hip, pulling his waist closer to yours and that was it for him, he quickly and effortlessly flipped you over, pinning you underneath him.

“Let’s make the most of tonight yeah?” He whispered, his voice husky. His eyes were dark and full of lust which made your legs go weak.

All you could do was nod.

---

You woke up fairly early in the morning due to some rustling around your room. You opened your eyes and looked around to find the source of the sound that had rudely awoken you. You soon laid eyes on Bucky who was suiting up, you sat up in your bed and admired him as he dressed, he looked over his shoulder and smirked when he found you checking him out.

“Good morning Doll” He greeted as he was doing up his belt.

“Good morning handsome” You returned, swinging your legs over his side of the bed, you spotted his shirt from the night before and slipped it on.

“Sorry I’m leaving so soon, Sam called. I honestly thought we’d have more time” you could sense the disappointment in his voice. He walked over to meet you at the foot of your bed. Your hands made their way up to his hair, styling away the events of the night before.

“It’s okay Bucky, we’ll be here when you come home and then we’ll have all the time in the world” You finished working on his hair and let your hand fall to rest on his shoulders “just please say goodbye to S/n”.

“Of course,” He planted a sweet kiss on your lips before leaving to go to your son’s room. You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, worrying for the safety of you lover. You left your room and walked a little way down the hall to your sons’ room, his door was now open, and you could see Bucky kneeing in front on his bed, s/n now sitting up in it.

“I have to go Buddy, I’m sorry that I have to leave so soon” He explained. S/n just gave him a sweet smile.

“It’s okay Buck, you have to go save the world, it’s what you and Sam do” your son said as if it was the most normal job in the world.

“while I do that, I need you to do a very important job for me” Bucky looked at him sternly.

“What’s that?” your son asked, excited at the fact that he could help Bucky.

“I need you to look after your mum for me, okay?” this made you smile.

“Of course! I’ll make sure she’s safe until you come home” s/n declared.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else” Bucky leant forward and placed a sweet kiss to your son’s forehead, making your heart skip a beat at the interaction. “I’ll see you later buddy” Bucky ruffled his hair and got up leave, spotting you in the doorway. He smiled at you and you both made your way to the front door.

“please be safe” you whispered to him when you reached the door.

“I will be Doll; I’ve got a reason to be”.

“I love you” was all you could say.

“I love you too” He gave you one last sweet kiss before disappearing through the door.

---

It had been a little while since you had heard from Bucky, the last you were told was that they had won, and Sam had finally taken up the Captain America mantel. You thought that’s when he’d say that he was coming home but he didn’t, he told you that he still had something to take care of, but he’d be home as soon as he could.

You were currently sat in your spare room; you had been organising some of Bucky’s things around the place to surprise him when he came back but you had stumbled across some old photos of him back in the 40’s. There was a heap of him and Steve, him in uniform, him and a few girls that you assumed were some of these flings he told you of, it still made you a little bit jealous regardless. You imagined what it would have been like being with him back then, going on dates with him, dancing with him and just knowing him. You were about to move on the other box when you heard the front door open, you quickly placed the photos back in the box and shot out of the room. Bucky spotted you pop your head out of the spare room and chuckled at your excited expression. You ran to him and he opened his arms to catch you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze.

“I told Yori” He whispered out of nowhere. You could tell he needed to get it off his chest.

“How did it go?” you were afraid to ask.

“he was upset, which I expected but he didn’t yell or get angry with me, he just asked me why. I saw him at the bar later, it hurts knowing that I lost a friend, but I gave that friend closure” you could hear the sorrow in his voice. “I also finished the book, sent it to Doc seeing as I don’t need it anymore”

“You’ve come so far Bucky, I’m so proud of you” Bucky wanted to cry at that statement, his girl was proud of him, his amazing girl that actually loved him, his girl that never gave up on him.

“Buck!” suddenly S/n ran into room and jumped on Bucky’s back.

“Hey buddy, did you do what I asked?” Bucky queried after S/n jumped off him.

“Yes! I protected mum just like you asked me to” Your son looked so proud of himself in that moment.

“I knew I could count on you” Bucky ruffled his hair. “I can’t get too settled in yet and you two have to pack a bag…and maybe cook something” he scratched the back of his head “I’m not sure how these things work”.

“Wait, what? Why do we need to pack? what are we doing?” you asked shocked at his sudden ramble.

“Sam invited us to a cookout…whatever that is” Bucky explained.

“Right, well we better get packed and we’re buying a cake on the way seeing as you gave me absolutely no notice” You pointed at Bucky.

“You heard your mum, lets go!” Bucky picked up your boy and took off down the hall. You shook your head and giggled.

---

When you arrived at Sam’s, Bucky and S/n immediately went to Sarah’s boys, Bucky pretending the let them get a few hits in before threatening them with the cake.

“I’m so glad you made it” Sarah appeared next you, a warm smile on her face.

“We wouldn’t want to miss it, besides Bucky wouldn’t let us” You chuckled watching your boy run around with Sarah’s.

“How are you and Bucky after your confession?” Sarah asked.

“Really good, he moved in and so far, everything is working out great, S/n loves having him there” You smiled.

“Have you ever thought about expanding your little family?” The thought alone made you blush.

“it’s definitely not something Bucky and I have spoken about yet and I reckon its off the table for a little while but…” You locked eyes with Bucky as he spoke to Sam “I wouldn’t mind it”.

You spoke with Sarah for a little bit longer before it was finally time to eat. You sat to the left Bucky, leaning you head on his metal shoulder after everyone had finished, his hand was resting on your thigh as he spoke to some men across the table.

You had found him again after the meal, leaning against the railing of the dock, you stood next to him, looking out at the water. His noticed your arrival and wrapped his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You both just stood there in silence, enjoying each other’s company, you could tell that a huge weight had been lifted off Bucky’s shoulders, after today you were really starting to see the man that you saw in those pictures earlier. Bucky knew he was better, he knew that without Sam’s help he’d still be going about it the wrong way, but he also knew that there’s no way he would be here without you, your love and support was exactly what he needed to find himself again.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you, Doll”.

“for wha-“ you were cut off.

“Mum! Dad! Come here” Your son called out. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing your boy call Bucky dad, you still hadn’t spoken about it but apparently your boy couldn’t wait. You really didn’t know what Bucky’s reaction was going to be, becoming a dad, especially to a child that isn’t biologically yours is surely a scary thing. He could leave you over this. You got up the courage to look up at him, fearing the reaction you’d see but as soon as you cast your eyes on him, all you doubts melted away. Bucky was looking in the direction of your boy with glassy eyes and the biggest smile you had ever seen, his eyes held so much love and pride that it made you want to cry. He looked down at you with the same look in his eyes.

“Our boy is waiting for us”

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Oooh i'm gonna with #3 please! And Valtor as a bartender.

He truly loathed his job.

The disgusting smell of cheap drinks spilled on the bar mixed with the stench of sweat and cheap perfume, from grinding bodies on the dancefloor and humping barely-legals in the corner, made him nauseous. The music was loud to the point his heartbeat developed arrhythmia whenever a bass boosted song played through the obnoxious sound system. To make matters worse, one of the speakers was set directly above the bar and Valtor was sick of buying earplugs every week, because if he didn’t use any protection, he’s pretty sure he would go deaf before he hit 40 and he once again cursed himself for forgetting them at home.

A particularly high note came on, and the crowd cheered while Valtor cringed as he felt the microscopic hairs in his ears, sensitive to high notes, shrivel up and die. He rolled his eyes as he spotted a tall blonde dragging taller brunette towards the restroom. Apparently, couples basically dry humping each other on the dancefloor and sucking their faces off in the corners wasn’t enough, so universe also decided to throw in a couple about to commit an indecent act in a public bathroom?

He was just about to call one of the bouncers when it hit him – he doesn’t care. Oh well. What can you do?

A woman, wearing something Valtor could only describe as lingerie, came to the bar and ordered a fruity cocktail and for the umpteenth time, he wondered how his life turned into this? How did he go from graduating on a prestigious college, having a stable job and a fiancée, to wiping down spit from the counter top on a Saturday night.

He used to be a successful attorney, his yearly salary reaching up to five-zero figure, a stable relationships, loving girlfriend and more, and yet, all of that collapsed under the enormous weight couple of words held.

His hands worked on autopilot, mixing the necessary drinks while his thoughts were miles away.

Now, whatever’s left of his past life lives in a small condo across the town and Valtor chuckled at the irony of life giving him lemons while he chopped one to mix it into the cocktail. He squeezed the juice out of the poor fruit, with probably more force than was necessary, getting some of it on his shirt in the process.

“What are you chuckling about?” The woman was leaning over the counter, her chest basically spilling out of her dress as she played with the ends of her dark hair.

Valtor raised an eyebrow as he bent down to retrieve one of the decorative umbrellas. “Nothing that would be of interest to you.” He saw her flinch in surprise at the rather sharp tone he unintentionally used. “Miss.” He added as an afterthought, hoping it would make him look less abrasive. Unhappy customers don’t tip well after all.

“Oh. Well maybe it does interest me. You’ll never know unless you try.” The woman smiled flirtatiously while her fingers continued twirling the strands of her hair. “I’m Mitzi, by the way.” She offered her hand to him.

Valtor only quirked an unamused eyebrow. “I don’t remember asking for your name.” The smile was quick to disappear from her face and she snatched her hand back like it’s been burned.

He closed his eyes as his tongue, once again, proved to be faster than his brain. It’s what got him into trouble a lot of times and this one might’ve just taken a cake because if the girl went to complain to his boss, he’d be in a world of shit. “I was trying to be nice, but it seems to me you’re too much of an asshole to appreciate it.” Mitzi gritted out with obvious false confidence because a fierce blush was very much present on her face. This obviously didn’t happen to her a lot.

First time for everything, Valtor thought.

“What I would really appreciate, Mitzi,” Don’t do it, “is if you could stop your 36C's, that you stuffed into a 34B bra, from spilling all over my counter.” You absolute moron! “I have to wipe it.”

Now you’ve done it.

Mitzi turned even reader, and Valtor wondered if he should start dialing an ambulance just in case, but she only snatched the drink he placed in front of her and threw a 5$ bill in his face. “Jerk!” And just like that, she was gone.

“Have a nice evening!” Drop dead.

He rolled his eyes and took a glass that needed wiping just to occupy his hands for a minute because he felt like a coiled string, just about to snap and burn everything in its path.

“I have to say,” girl’s voice reached him, “you just fixed my evening.” Valtor lowered the glass to the solid surface and turned to face the owner.

His brain short circuited.

Though her body was mostly obstructed by the counter, he could see that the navy blue slip dress she wore draped beautifully across her slender figure. She was also incredibly short that even standing up straight, in what Valtor assumed were ridiculously high heels, she was at least head and a half shorten than him. But the most obvious, and striking thing about her, was her red hair. Valtor never even thought that hair could be as vibrant as hers.

In his almost 35 years of life, Valtor has never seen someone as interesting as the girl standing in front of him.

When he finally shook himself out of his stupor, and when it became painfully obvious he was making her uncomfortable with his gawking (really, there was no other word for it), he smiled and spoke. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that because it will undoubtedly ruin my life.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her reporting you.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Her ego is too big for her to accept she just got rejected.”

“You know her?”

There was something nostalgic in her smile. “I used to know her… or maybe I just thought I know her.”

Valtor observed the unusual girl in front of him. In his several years as a bartender and even before, he developed quite a knack for reading people. She seemed, to him at least, like one of those lost souls that recently had their world turned upside down but tried despite to appear normal. You and me both. “Would you like something to drink?”

Her head snapped up and her electric blue eyes met his. “Oh! Yes, um,” she fidgeted slightly, her hands wringing together and picking at her nails, “anything with vodka.”

He nodded and turned his back on her to find a bottle of the best vodka the club had to offer. He didn’t know why he suddenly paid so much attention to what he’s mixing into drinks but something pulled him towards this girl like gravity and he was too weak to resist it. “Straight?” He asked without turning around.

“Ummm, that’s a bit personal don’t you think? I mean, I just met you.” Valtor stopped what he was doing and turned his head so she could see the confused frown on his face. “I don’t even know your name. As far as I know you could be a serial killer.”

It downed on Valtor what she was talking about and he chuckled at her adorable rant. “I meant the Vodka.”

Her lips shaped into a silent “O" and he saw how her neck and face turned red from embarrassed. She moaned and buried her face into her hands. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He picked the bottle and turned back around so he was facing her. He extended his unoccupied hand across the counter top. “I’m Valtor.”

She shook his hand, her hand incredibly small in his huge one, blush still present on her cheeks. “Bloom. And yes, straight vodka is fine.”

“I’ve only seen Russians drink vodka by itself.”

“I’m quarter Russian. My mom’s dad is from Russia.” Valtor nodded along as he fixed her a drink.

“Impressive.”

“it’s really not. It only made me the laughing stock of the entire class.” She took the glass filled with clear liquid, their fingers brushing together on accident, and Valtor felt a spark rushing up his nerve endings. “But, I can drink most people under the table so I guess I should be grateful.”

Humor was obviously one of the things she used to deflect the pain and trauma bullying inevitably caused. “Your hair is very… unusual. Natural?”

She nodded. “Yup. This is one of the things I inherited from grandpa.”

“Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention.”

“No no, don’t worry.” Her lips wrapped around the edge of the glass as she took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of burning liquid sliding down her throat. “It’s actually one of the nicest things someone has said to me about my hair.”

Valtor looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “That bad, huh?”

“You don’t want to know.” Bloom tilted the glass and took a large swing of the drink, only a small amount remaining at the bottom. “What about you?”

Valtor shrugged. “What about me?”

“You have an unusual hair too.”

Indeed. His long strawberry blond hair was tied in a ponytail, but unlike herself, he loved his hair and didn’t particularly give a damn what anybody else thought about it. “I don’t really care about somebody else’s opinion and neither should you.”

“I’ve stopped that long time ago.” Valtor nodded towards her almost empty glass and she slid it towards him for a refill. “But you know, scars remain.”

He nodded. “That I do know.” Valtor saw another guy coming up to the bar so he excused himself. As soon as he moved away from her, the unpleasant sensations that accompany prolonged presence in a loud room came rushing back like a rogue train and Valtor felt the onsets of a headache forming. He served the guy and returned to Bloom who was now nursing her drink instead of knocking it back like the first time.

“So what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She quirked one eyebrow. “A girl like me?”

“Not to be rude, but this doesn’t seem like your cup of tea.”

She laughed. “It’s my friend’s birthday. She dragged me here against my will while promising she’ll stay with me the entire time. It took me turning around for her to vanish without a trace with her boyfriend.”

“That friend of yours,” he started, “wouldn’t happen to be a tall blonde dragging a brunette with her?”

“That’s her.”

Valtor made a face. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing a lot of her tonight.” His eyes slid to the direction of the restroom.

Bloom followed his gaze and she groaned when she saw where her friend went to. “Not this again.”

“Again? This happens a lot?”

“Unfortunately, it happens more than I would like to.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Right,” he drawled, “because who doesn’t like seeing their friends going at it.” Sarcasm was dripping from his words.

“How long have they been in there?” She asked while looking at her wrist watch.

“Fifteen minutes or so.”

“Damn animals. I’m never coming to the club with her again.”

An amused chuckle escaped him. “That’s not the first time you’ve said that, am I right?”

She smiled and took a sip of vodka. “Nope.”

Just as he opened his mouth to ask her another question, her blonde friend wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Valtor’s eyebrow did a backflip. How she managed to avoid detection while leaving the bathroom was beyond him.

“Damn Bloom, I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already seducing hot bartenders!”

“Stella! First of all, I am not seducing anybody,” Maybe not intentionally, “secondly, it’s been almost twenty minutes and thirdly, what happened to your promise of not ditching me? And the moment I turn around, you’re already gone?”

Stella, if Valtor heeard correctly, giggled. “Oh live a little Bloom. Besides, it’s not like you were in a bad company.” Her eyes ran over Valtor’s form. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that.” She ogled Valtor like a piece of chocolate cake.

“I’m standing right here.”

“Okay, that’s enough for today! We’re going home.” Bloom grabbed her purse and was about to pull out her wallet when Valtor raised his arm to stop her.

“It’s on the house.”

“But Blooooom,” There was really no words to describe the sound that exited blonde’s mouth, “we just got here.”

“The fact that you're talking about having a threesome with a stranger says enough about your state.”

“I’m pretty sure Brandon wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, time out. Let’s go.” She turned towards Valtor, a small card between her fingers. She leaned over the counter while one of her arms stayed behind, supporting her friend. “Thank you.” She slipped the card into his hand. “Call me if you wanna talk sometimes.” And with that, she spun on her heel and dragged Stella towards the exit.

Valtor stood in shock, not knowing how to react for a few minutes, staring at the business card in his hands.

Bloom Peters MD.

He shook his head, hand safely pocketing the precious cargo before he picked up the glass she’s been drinking from and turning around to wash it. The sound of retching caused him to turn around in time to see some wasted man empty the content of his stomach on an obnoxious red carpet. The stench of vomit mixed with other delightful aromas and Valtor was once again reminded how much he hated his job.

[donutloverxo]

Call it what you want (4/7)

Cowritten with lizzygal

Summary - Picking up three months after you and Steve met on your fateful date, courtesy of a SugarDaddy website, things are progressing. Life continues to move along.

Steve is continuing to adjust to life as a private citizen, doing his work and building a life with you.

You're adjusting to life with Steve, searching for that safe place for the special kids under your care and moving on post-Blip with Steve at your side.

New challenges arise as the two of you discover the depths of your shared passion, what you'll do for the other and exactly how well you and your Daddy are matched for one another.

Warnings - 18+ only, explicit sexual content, sugar daddy/baby relationship, spanking, power imbalance, age gap **Content Warning** for violence and fighting.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Wildest dreams masterlist

Read on AO3

A sneak peak...

It was wrong.

It was so so wrong.

Steve knew it was wrong in so many ways and yet, he couldn’t help himself. He was like one of those men possessed he’d heard about on the TV. Clearly, he’d lost all ability to reason and think straight and function, like a rational human being and why?

Why?

All you had on was a pair of your baggy holey jeans. A t-shirt that had a tiger on it. Far from lingerie, or that really short dress that he deemed entirely inappropriate. Although that wasn’t entirely true. You had on something else.

Laundry basket practically overflowing. When you’d dropped it with a sound noise on the floor, laundry slid off the side. It was a quarter past one so short of waking the sleeping baby in her playpen, Steve figured no one upstairs would have heard it or your swearing that followed.

Spread out on the marble topped kitchen island was a map of the greater upstate New York area. Between him and Banner, the pair had been able to find nearly one hundred property owners, surnames starting with a X, throughout rural areas with over five acres of property and dating back fifty years.

Before any trips were made upstate to go looking for this school, run by the elusive Professor X, that number was going to need to come down significantly. Which had been what the two of you and occasionally Yelena, had been up to over the past few days and nights.

Although on this night, it seemed, you had a far higher calling.

Laundry.

In the brighter colors of your kitchen. Bright pink and copper splashed walls with white marble counters and cabinets, twinkle lights all over, Steve’s attention lifted from the marked-up map and his laptop, where he focused solely on you.

You.

As you reached up to grab the plastic container of detergent pods, muttering about conditions of sanitation up in the bedroom that Kurt and Bruce shared, making your shirt lift up and your loose jeans ride down, to expose a distinct elastic band on your waist.

Hugo Boss.

Naturally, this caught Steve’s keen eye.

You were wearing his underwear.

You were wearing his underwear.

How long had you been wearing his underwear? How often did this happen? Did you enjoy wearing his underwear? How had this not come to his attention sooner?

The next thing Steve knew, he had you shoved up against the washing machine, jeans and his underwear shoved down your hips. What followed was all flesh and tongue and fingers, panting and pleading and now, now, he had you over the kitchen counter. Feet dangling off the floor. Baggy boyfriend jeans and his briefs down around your ankles. Pistoning in and out of you from behind. Your ass lifted to a absolute perfect height for him, allowing him to slide into your wet welcoming pussy, again and again.

A trail of your combined cum ran down the insides of both your thighs.

Wet smacking noises came between the two of you each time he sank in, bottomed out against your cervix, then pulled out, again and again. Fingers stroked your slimy clit knowingly, as they had for your past two orgasms.

Your face was smashed against the counter. Eyes already so far in the back of your head you wouldn’t be shocked if they got stuck there, because Steve was going to make you come again. Around him, your body tightened, clenched, repeatedly kissed his cock as it sank in and out of you relentlessly, almost furiously.

All you could do was take it.

All you could do was cling to the Finding Nemo Cookie jar, arch your back, dig your nails into the colorful ceramic and take it. Take his cock. Take the kisses he pressed against the curve of your exposed neck, since your t-shirt was still in place. For now.

All you could do was take everything he gave you, every last drop that he released into your body and that you could feel dripping down the inside of your thighs.

Steve came so much. In copious amounts. Cum rolled down your thighs. Cum dropped down onto the floor. It squished and squelched noisily. Even his balls slapped against your slippery body. As if reminding you of all he still had to give.

“Gonna marry you one day,” he breathed against your neck, hips powering into you. Fingers swirling around the gooey mess of your pussy.

Against the counter you breathed.

Your breath fogging up the marble. “Yes Daddy…”

Pump. Pump. Pump.

“Gonna put a ring on your finger. Let everyone know you belong to me.””

A cry, a whine.

More fog on the white marble.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Your nails dug into the cookie jar and gained no traction.

Fuck did his cock feel so good. So thick. So wonderful sawing over your G-Spot in this position like you were a fucking log his dick was trying to saw in half.

“Gonna be mine. Mine forever.”

Steve’s tongue ran up your sweaty spine but you were too fucked out to care. By that point, he’d given you two back to back orgasms, you were working on a third and his fingers were applying that exact perfect amount of pressure on your clit

His penis was so damn big you swore it hit the back of your throat at times.

Pump. Squish.

Pump. Squish.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Gonna give you my name. You want Daddy’s name? You want everyone to know you belong to Daddy? Want everyone to know only Daddy fucks this pussy? Only I get to come in it. No one else. No one else gets to flood this cunt like me. Only Daddy’s fiancée gets all of Daddy’s cum.”

Holy Christ on a stick and the saints above, you were almost coming, Steve was slamming into you just right, hitting you in that exact spot…exactly like you needed, strumming your clit in exactly that right way…saying the most absolute filthy honest to god true things you ever heard in your life.

“Answer me princess.” Hips snapped into the backs of your thighs, hard enough to pin your thighs to the cabinets. Making you know for a fact the handle would be imprinted on your hip and you didn’t care. “Do you want Daddy’s name?”

Oh hell yes you wanted Daddy’s name.

You wanted to write out his name after yours, you wanted him to brand you with it like you were property and officially belong to him in every way under the sun. And that was what made you keen, made you start to float on his dick. All while getting pummeled into the counter and feeling like the luckiest girl in the whole world.

“Want Daddy to wear a ring,” you whispered, hugging the cookie jar full of Oreos that you’d be getting into. If you came again, if Steve ever came. Or if the two of you did come again, if you’d ever get tired of saying these filthy things to one another, egging on another, making one another feel so goddamn amazing. “Want Daddy all to myself.” And clearly, you were no better than Steve.

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Cum seeped out of you. It made the insides of your thighs wet. You could feel it drip and dribble down. Steve’s mouth was pressed against your cheek, tasting your skin, nipping at your jaw. His tongue wet. Fingers skillfully plucking away at your clit, as if you weren’t melting down up on the counter beneath him.

“Sweetie you have Daddy,” he assured you. Licked you. Pounded into you like a man possessed on this one thing only. Hitting your inside wall right. Making your legs shake each time. “Daddy belongs to you. Only you.”

Steve’s hand snaked up your shirt, up beneath your bra to clasp your breast tightly.

Against the counter you cried out. Surprised at the sudden touch. Turned on. So turned on. His hand gripped your tit tight and rubbed your nipple hard enough to send hot white fire to your core.

“Fuck Daddy…” you breathed out.

“Tell Daddy. Daddy already belongs to you. Daddy’s only yours. Why would you say you want Daddy all to yourself? Tell Daddy and he’ll fuck you so good, he’ll stick his tongue up in your pussy and lick you clean how you like.”

Oh god.

Oh dear god.

How could he say that? How?

“Stick your tongue in my pussy Daddy. Daddy’s tongue belongs there.” Daddy’s tongue belonged in your pussy all the time. No one could ever put their tongue on you quite like Steve.

And then came a cracking of glass.

A sharp tinkling of glass. A breaking really.

A what in the ever-lasting fuck was that sort of sound?

It had Steve pausing behind you. It had you opening your eyes. It even had Sparky waking up in her cloth playpen by the kitchen doorway. It pierced the absolute bliss of your moment together like a knife in a cake.

What came next was ice cold sobering.

It most successfully killed the mood faster than a Sparky fire, or that time Anna-Marie walked in on Steve going down on you with much enthusiasm.

More glass breaking. Followed by a deadbolt being turned, out in the front entrance area, out around the corner.

It was a familiar sound and had Steve most expediently pulling out of you, yanking up his own jeans and buttoning them. Not that you weren’t a few steps behind him. Your own briefs you’d borrowed when you realized that you were all out of clean undies, or Yelena was out and had raided your dresser for clean panties, that very morning.

Out in the front room, you heard the front door slam open. Hitting the wall out there soundly.

Up next went your jeans and you’d only just managed to secure them into place, because time was something of an issue.

Someone was in the house.

Someone was coming in your house!

All slap and tickle time had come to a stop and right as you were about to have your third orga…and you literally ran into the back of Steve. Steve who had suddenly stopped, at the sight of the beast in your living room. Because that was what was in your living room. A beast. Some type of human animal creature and out from your mouth came in shocked surprise. “What the fuck is that!”

Not who, as you did not give a shit who. The whom was not important. It was the what, because whatever it was, was not entirely human.

Yeah, sure, it was walking around all bipedal on two legs and wore men’s clothing.

However, you noted it had long claw nails on the ends of human hands. Long blonde hair and sniffed at the air, turning, until it set eyes on the two of you. Dark eyes that were most definitely not human. And yeah, sure, this dudes face could have been humanish.

His peopley nose scrunched up as he sniffed, taking both you and Steve in.

Steve actually had the audacity to hold his hand back, as if to prevent you from running forward to fight this cat. Like you were about to go defend Steve from this WWE sized manbeast that when he curled up a lip, you got a good look at teeth that belonged on a tiger.

The audacity!

He was huge. He was absolutely huge and you had no goddamn idea what to do now. What were you supposed to do? Call 911? To tell them that bigfoots cousin catman was in your brownstone? Demand they send animal control immediately?

“Get back.” Steve ordered you firmly. Soundly. It was very much a command and you very much weren’t about to argue with a man who fought the mad titan.

Steve too felt a certain sort of way at the sight of this person in his home. This obviously enhanced man in his home, where you and all the kids were sleeping soundly upstairs. God was he big. Easily five or six inches taller than Steve, at least fifty more pounds of muscle. Whoever this was moved with ease.

As it looked around, it’s gaze lingering over you and then Sparky, Steve felt his own chest kick up, he could feel his body prepare to fight.

Yeah, he was going to have to fight. He knew that for sure before the enhanced person approached, eyes on Sparky in her little playpen.

“Get Sparky. Get behind the kitchen island.”

Something upstairs crashed, broke, shattered really.

Someone was upstairs too, you realized, around the time you grabbed the curious baby.

Wearing her purple onesie. Dark curls nearly long enough to pull up. Her big brown eyes watched with gleeful wonder, as the big hairy man lot out a godawful roar, then ran into the kitchen where the three of you were.

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To the last breath

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Bill Weasley are former classmates, and now fiancé and fiancée, and brilliant Curse-Breakers working in tandem. The future promises to be great for both of you, but the last work assignment turns into a tragedy.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, injuries, death

Word Count: 1350

A/N: Forgot to post it yesterday. Sometimes, I get too hung up on the little things of the characters, but I'm interested in coming up with their own stories for these things. My first angst, don't judge strictly.

"These are the most boring dungeons in my life," your voice echoed off the stone walls. "At Hogwarts, at least, there was Snape in the dungeons. And what's here?"

"The skeleton tried to strangle me," Bill said, rubbing his neck. "This is not enough for you, love?"

"It was in the morning," you answered cheerfully, raising your wand higher to light the way, and twined your fingers together.

You have worked your way through the ruins of the ancient catacombs, in search of another lost goblin treasure. Your last assignment before your wedding and honeymoon. And your thoughts were absorbed by the worries of the upcoming celebration.

"Oh no!" you gasped. Bill twitched, shielding you from possible danger, holding out his wand in front of him. You put your hand gently on his shoulder, soothing him. "It's all right, dear. Sorry, I was just thinking. I promised to choose napkins for the banquet yesterday and completely forgot. Mrs Weasley will kill me!"

Bill let out a sigh of relief and lowered his wand, smiling.

"What kind of wedding would it be, then, without a bride? And mom asked to call her simply by the name. In a week, you will also become Mrs Weasley and there will be a terrible confusion," Bill laughed at the way you blushed, and hugged you from the back, kissing you softly on the temple. "We'll reach the vault soon."

You checked the map and continued on your way. Bill was not mistaken, after a couple of forks, you found yourself in a spacious round treasury resembling a well. Gold coins, jewellery, and weapons were piled up in it. Your trained eye of the Curse-Breaker immediately noticed several particularly valuable goblin-made items for which you will be awarded at Gringotts.

You and Bill cast a Protego charm and split up by going around the room from different sides. You stepped over a human skeleton, heading for the treasure. One of your work duties was to check the safety of everything you found, so you decided to do just that.

A few minutes later you put aside another absolutely ordinary goblet, which has dried blood or wine. Your attention was attracted by a large wooden box decorated with carvings with figures of wild animals. You lifted the lid and held up your wand, examining the contents. The box was full of different-sized bones, you winced, there could have been human ones among them. Taking from there a small, beautiful white fang, you closed the box and returned it to its place. Not cursed — not interesting. But you admired the fang. It belonged to a wolf or a werewolf, or some unknown creature.

"Look, it's so beautiful," you tossed fang to your fiance. "You can make a pendant or a cool earring. Can you imagine yourself with this, huh?"

"I don't have as much fantasy as you, honey," Bill laughed and threw it back at you. "Do you wanna pocket it?"

"Nobody needs this stuff anyway, the goblins are only interested in irons," you replied, knowing full well that he was only reproaching you in jest. Both of you are back to work. You were studying the treasure so that you wouldn't stumble upon some cursed thing. And Bill was examining the treasury itself, he was very interested in the magical writings on the walls.

Some shine on the floor attracted you. Only now you noticed magic circles inscribed in several places with small magic crystals in the middle under the layer of dust and sand. One of the crystals glowed brighter the closer Bill got to it, fascinated by the exploring of the wall.

"These're not runes, I've never seen this before," Bill ran his fingers along the wall. Distracted by his voice, you didn't notice him take another step forward. You looked down in horror when you saw that he had stepped on the edge of the circle.

"Bill!" your Protego charm dissipated when you flung Bill aside with a wave of your wand. A purple bolt of lightning shot out of the crystal, striking the spot where Bill had been standing a moment earlier. He flew off a couple of meters, hitting the wall with his back, but immediately got up.

"Great shot, love," Bill said, taking a couple of weak steps toward you.

"Oh, Merlin!" The curse barely hit him, leaving only a small cut on his arm. You laughed with relief and took a step toward him. "It was so clo— "

A scarlet beam of an identical magic crystal directly above your head hit your chest. You felt as if a thousand blades were simultaneously slashed through your skin and insides. Instead of a cry, a gurgling wheeze came from the throat and your mouth filled with blood. You took a step forward and collapsed into Bill's arms.

"No, Y/N!"

Your shirt instantly became damp and warm, and scarlet spots spread all over it. You were a limp doll lying on Bill's lap, unable to move. Blood mixed with your tears was flooding your face. It seemed like every cell in your body was torn apart. Red and black spots were flickering before your eyes.

"No no no!" Bill pulled a bottle of Essence of Dittany from his bag. He poured half of the potion into your mouth and tried to heal your wounds. But even a whole bath of essence could hardly help you. You felt it. You felt that nothing could stop it. You felt you were dying.

"We need to apparate to the hospital, hold on to me," Bill tried to lift you up, but lowered you in fright, hearing a painful moan.

"Don't," you whispered. He looked into your eyes with excruciating pain and slowly shook his head. He was powerless to do anything while you were dying in his arms.

"No, please." Bill put his palms around your face, warm and wet with your blood, and burst into tears. "Please, get up."

"It's okay," you smiled out of the corner of your mouth, his sight was tearing your heart hundreds of times stronger than a cutting spell.

"Don't leave me," Bill whispered. "Please, Y/N, don't leave me. I love you. I love you so much!"

You tried to smile again, but your face cramped. You wanted to tell him "I love you too." Merlin, how much you wanted to tell him! But each breath was more difficult, you were gasping, feeling your lungs filling with blood instead of air. Your legs went numb right away, and now you couldn't even feel your arms. The pain was gone. The picture in front of your eyes was floating and gradually disappearing as if someone was taking apart a solved puzzle. You opened your eyes wider, trying to see Bill's face once more, but it was all in vain. Darkness has closed around you.

× × × × × × × × × ×

Bill was sitting on the stone floor in a pool of blood, clutching your cooling body to him, and howling softly, choking on his tears. He couldn't tell how much time had passed when he finally put you down to the ground. His fingers, blood dried on them, trembled, closing your eyes with a glazed gaze. Bill kissed your cold forehead and leaned his forehead against it, shedding tears on your face.

He took off his jacket, and tore the unspotted side of his shirt into rags, which he used to gently wipe your face, and then the remaining wounds. Last of all, he straightened the engagement ring that glittered on your finger. A small thing fell out of your hand and rolled on the floor. Bill, almost not realizing what he was doing, picked it up to examine. It was the same fang that caught your attention. "A fang for his cool earring." Bill turned it over in his hands and put it in his pocket. Then he picked your body up bridal style, and, swaying slightly, went to the exit from the dungeon, leaving behind red, like rose petals, drops of blood.

[foodieforthoughts]

Hopeless - Song Fic

Summary: There's always an end to a love affair.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 1339

Warnings: Angst, infidelity

A/N: I was watching Defending Jacob (again) and had also heard this song after which somehow spurred this tiny fic. Not beta-ed so mind the typos.

Tagging: @mariestark @henrythickcavill @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @infinite-shite @madbaddic7ed @toomanyfandomsshreya @mary-ann84 @the-soot-sprite @geralt-of-baevia @klaine-92 @henryobsessed @agniavateira @luclittlepond @hlkwrites

gif credit: @reveriemind

Title: Hopeless

"It has to be the last time, Chris. I can't keep lying to him."

The instant these words left your mouth, you saw Chris's smile falter and his eyes cloud in gloom. The grip of his hands on your arms loosened, until he let go completely. Running a hand through his hair, he turned away from you.

"Fuck! Why are you doing this to me?" You trembled as his voice came out loud and angry. Chris never screamed at you, he never even raised his voice. You watched as he grabbed a hold of his hair in his hands, sitting down on the couch clutching his head.

"Chris," You took a step forward, reaching out with your hand towards him.

But when he looked up with tear filled eyes, you stopped. His eyebrows were knitted together and his mouth pressed in a thin line with nostrils flaring. You had broken up with him before but this was different.

The last time, there had been at least a hope of getting back together. But this time, the break was going to be permanent. Your ring felt heavy on your finger, making the skin itch as the face of your fiancé came to your mind.

"Do you love him?" He croaked, breaking you from the inside.

"It doesn't matter. You know I cannot break this marriage." You took another step towards him, slowly and cautiously. Your eyes glassed with unshed tears as you got closer to him and saw the absolute state of mess he was becoming.

You remembered Chris from years ago when in high school he had claimed that one day his name will appear on the big screen. You had been supportive of everything he had decided to do in his life, even if it meant he would have to leave Boston and fly out to LA as his career bounded forward. The strain of staying separate for long periods of time and the numerous rumors of him being romantically involved with several actresses was wedging a gap between you two.

When he became a household name after he bagged the role of Captain America, his fan following grew ten fold and your relationship reached its precipice. You wanted him to settle down but he wanted more from his life. Chris had asked you to move in with him at his LA house but your career was only just beginning. The realization never struck you before that while you had been pissed at him for asking you to leave your life behind, you had been doing the same to him.

On a cold winter night, you both had fought over the phone. You had been a crying mess by the end of it and had angrily told him that your relationship was over. It had taken months for you to gather yourself and remove yourself from the life that you had woven around Chris. While he had moved on to become famous, you had moved on with your life. You had no energy to invest in love again, too drained to even try, and only because of this sole reason when your parents had set you up with the son of their friend, you had agreed.

Only you hadn't realized that you would be engaged to be married to him. And that in your first six months of engagement, you would bump into Chris while on a business trip to LA.

It had been like a dormant fire had reignited within you. You had felt like you had been endowed with heaven on earth when you heard his voice, stared at his captivating eyes and felt the youthful energy radiating from him, reminded of all the things that you loved about him.

When Chris had invited you for dinner at his house, you had accepted his invitation without a second thought. A few glasses of wine and a trip down the memory lane had you both grabbing at each other before either of you could think coherently.

It was like Chris had memorized every part of your body all those years ago, remembering the perfect spots that could make your toes curl. You had missed your flight the next morning on purpose and had spent the entire weekend curled up with Chris, reaquainting yourself with his body. You noted how he had become more attentive, careful to keep your needs before his.

And had thus spurred on the saga of your secret love affair.

You would fly out to LA frequently, giving an excuse to your fiancé that it was work related. You would spend hours tracing the curves of Chris's body with your fingers while he ran his hands through your hair. It bothered you when he would leave you alone in his house for an impromptu get together since he couldn't risk letting the media into his private life. It is then that you would imagine your life in the future with him, the lies and the pretending you would have to endure.

It made you question if what you had with Chris was even real.

"Do you want me to leave this all behind? If I promise to settle down with you, would you leave him?" You watched as his lips trembled, barely able to complete his sentences.

You kneeled in front of him and took his hands in his. You couldn't control the tears anymore and let them fall past their barrier and flow down your cheeks.

"It wouldn't be fair to you, my love." You felt your heart shatter as Chris looked at you pleadingly. He slid down the couch to kneel on the floor with you. He turned his hands around to entwine his fingers with yours.

"I should have never...let you go."

You pursed your lips from letting the sobs take over. Chris's unshed tears, welled in his eyes and threatened to break the dam. He brought his hands up to his lips and kissed them softly. You watched with glassy eyes as he stared at your engagement ring for a moment, knowing for a fact he resented your fiancé even without knowing anything about him.

It had been your fault too, you had never wanted to talk about the other man in your life. You had never wanted to end what you had with Chris. You were too hung over reliving the lost years, those times when all you had wanted to curl in Chris's embrace and forget the real world.

"I'll always love you." He looked at you, the tears finally breaking free. They cascaded down his cheeks, streaming down to his beard. "And I'll always regret choosing my career over you. Because now I'm all alone."

You pulled him towards you and wound your arms around him, enveloping him in your embrace. Chris crumbled in your arms, sobbing as he held you tightly. You hated yourself in that moment for you shouldn't have subjected him to such pain. You should have walked away when on that faithful day in the bustling street of LA he had entered your life again.

Moments stretched like hours as you both provided each other with the last remnant of your time together. But you had your flight back to Boston to the man who was going to be waiting for you.

When you tried to stand up to leave, Chris caught your hand and pulled in for a last kiss. You closed your eyes feeling the slow, soft movements of his lips against yours. You memorized this feeling for it was to stay with your forever. You breathed in his scent to remember him by. You could only imagine that Chris was doing the same, trying to embed the feeling in his mind of being with you.

"I love you, Chris. I always will." You whispered one last time before you stood up and grabbed your bags. You hurried out his door without turning to look at him.

Because if you would have looked at him again, you would have never left.

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The Art Of Starting Over (Chapter 1)

Pairing. Saul Silva x reader, Andreas x reader

Summary: You’re about to get married but he never shows leaving you humiliated and hurt. That’s when you hear of his untimely death. 

Series Masterlist

A/N There’s a fun fact about Andreas’ fake name if you can spot it 💛 Also, I know this is short but I really liked the ending.

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Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @anreeixcobra @kingunder221b @lflores2008 @alexiapayne12 @quuenofblacks @quarterback-5 @estelmei @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @artsyle​ @baueoud @glowingatdawn @shadowhuntyi

You spend the weekend apart wanting to uphold one of the many traditions of getting married. You never really cared much for traditions when living in the Otherworld but you knew Dan Sear was a traditional man and you wanted him to have the wedding he dreamed of. You’d been surprised just how much he cared about the wedding and doing it right, but you just wanted him to be happy. So, here you are in the powder room getting ready with a swarm of your friends from Earth.

“Just a bit more blush,” Sarah says hitting your face multiple times with a makeup brush.

“You keep going at it like that and I’ll be bruising on my wedding day,” you tease her and she instantly softens her hand movements but still adds: “Well, you’re supposed to wear something blue, right?” It doesn’t take much longer for your friends to declare you ready which is lucky considering the ceremony started five minutes ago. You rush out and Sarah gives the signal for the music to start playing. 

“Cold feet?” she smirks catching you trying to sneak a peak of the aisle and your soon-to-be husband. 

“I’m not hav-” You never finish that sentence. Time freezes when you see the priest stand there but no Dan. Why wouldn’t he be here? 

“Someone get me my phone,” you whisper and Sarah is quick to run back and retrieve it for you. There are no new messages or even a voicemail. You try calling him but he doesn’t pick up. 

“Where is Dan?” you ask. Finally, a question Sarah has no answer for. You call off the wedding that day and you’re mortified by what’s happened. No one has been able to reach him and you can’t shake this feeling that something awful has happened to him. He wouldn’t do this to you. The police say they can’t help since he hasn’t been gone long enough for him to be considered missing which you find absolutely ridiculous. One of the officers even has the audacity to tell you that it’s normal for men to get cold feet. 

“I know my fiancé. He wouldn’t do this to me,” you had said to the officer. But no matter what you said, they couldn’t help you. Dan Sear was not a missing person. You already know what’s about to happen when you get the call five days later. 

“Sarah, I can’t do this alone.” You’re clutching her arm so tightly you’re positive it’ll bruise, but you can’t focus on that right now. You have to identify his body and your gut feeling knows that it’ll be him. She comes with you to the station where the same officer that told you he just got cold feet is waiting to drive you to the morgue. 

“I’m very sorry,” he says leading you inside but you ignore him. Maybe if he’d taken you seriously, Dan would still be alive. 

“It might not be him,” Sarah says still holding onto the hope you’ve already lost. You’re going in there expecting the worst and that’s what you get. He looks so pale. 

“What happened to him?” you ask almost choking on the words. You were supposed to be married by now, you weren’t supposed to be mourning his death. God, it looked almost as if he was sleeping but you knew you’d never get to look into those beautiful eyes again. 

“They’re looking into it but right now, it seems like it was a case of wrong time, wrong place.” Sarah hugs you tightly promising you’ll be okay over and over again but you can’t hear her over the sound of your heart breaking. 

You wake up bathed in sweat trying to catch your breath. Tears are flowing freely almost the same as they did in the dream. You have no idea why you’d start having these dreams again now when it had been four years since it happened last. You look to your side feeling yourself calm down as you watch his chest rise and fall with his breathing. You want to wake him up and look into his eyes but you know he has an early morning and you don’t want to be the reason he didn’t sleep. Instead you tiptoe out onto the balcony eager for some fresh air. You see something shimmer in the moonlight and you try to see what it is. Your blood runs cold when you notice the silhouette. Someone is watching you hidden between the trees. 

“Saul?” you call out confident that whoever is watching you won’t be able to hear you so far away. When Saul stumbles out on the balcony, you take your eyes off of the person for just a second and when you look again, whoever it was is gone. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You want to tell him about the person watching you but you start doubting yourself. It was probably an animal or something as scared as you were. 

“I thought I saw something,” you say eyes fixed at where you felt confident you’d seen someone. 

“Marco is out doing some reckon. Maybe he got a little too close to the school,” Saul says and you’re more than ready to accept his explanation. It was probably the headlights of the car you’d seen. 

“Sorry for waking you up. Go back to sleep,” you say kissing his cheek. 

“Only if you join me,” he replies pulling you with him. You shake your head trying to get rid of the unsettling feeling that’s taken residence in your bones. You want to believe that you saw Marco but it felt different. You knew that silhouette. 

[mintvender]

Hi there! Can I request the boys' reaction to you being jealous? Maybe Y/N saw someone flirt with the boys'? 💓

Ooh yes, enjoy 🌿💚💚

Harem!AU

BTS’s Reaction to You Getting Jealous

Warning: Slight suggestive moments, killing ( please keep in mind that this story is set in a historical setting where killing was considered to be a normal occurrence)

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Kim Taehyung

You and Taehyung were on one of your guys’ rare missions set out by the organization. Even if you are the ruler, your original roots are from the organization so you are obligated to carry a mission when needed. This mission is one of those that is set in a very luxurious brothel. The target is a wellknown business man who has a hobby of meeting up with beauties at night. To say the least, every beauty that is here tonight is more than what meets the eyes. Most would say that they are desperate for money, others would think that they are born from lust, itself; however, whatever way an individual choose to believe, it all comes down to their first night together. Once they have done the deed, those people are forever hooked with those venomous snakes.

Your guys’ organization is very hidden even in the underworld, so all members must wear a covering to prevent exposing their identity. Y/N was wearing a full on mask that represent your alias ‘ Pheonix’. Unlike you, Taehyung chosed to be more revealing and risky, wearing only a thin black veil that can easily be ripped off. Of course, with his not very strong physique, it is extremely risky for him to wear such a frail covering but you decided not to say anything as it is in his right to wear anything he wanted to. But what you are going to do is stick by his side while holding a sword for the rest of the night.

Like any other missions, this one went smoothly. You both managed to finish the guy without anyone noticing courtesy to your deathly abilities and Taehyung’s sharp mind. What didn’t go as plan was that one of the snakes managed to ripped Taehyung’s veil off, revealing his pretty face. Further more, the ‘beauty’ thought that it would be alright to flirt and woo him into her bed. Furious at how daring she was, you decided that it was finally time to end her career. Unsheathing your sword, it only took a few movements of your experienced hand for the deed to be done. Taehyung, confused at what had happened could only offer you a stunned expression. Deciding not to answer him, you sped up your pace, leaving him to run after you. Ignoring him on the way, Taehyung could only pout, trying to get you to forgive him. When he finally managed to forced an answer out of you, he found himself snuggling himself in your hold, trying to persuade you to forgive him; promising that he would not be that reckless again.

“ Y/NNNN, talk to me please? I won’t do it again. I will stick to your side the next time we’re on another mission so forgive me. Please?”

Kim Namjoon

Have you ever have an apprentice that never leaves your side the moment they saw you? Well congratulations, this is one of those scenarios. Recently, you have decided to start enlisting many potential talents for the countless open spots in the various offices. Unsurprisingly, the medicinal department was also short of staff so they were in need of receiving more apprentices. As the head of the department, Namjoon has the final say on who is allowed to enter the department. Lucky for him not for you tho, there are many unpolished gem that wants these positions. Being the wise person he is, he managed to earn the respect of many adolescents on the very first day. All of them were curious children who needed a mentor to help guide them in order to become successful. To Namjoon, there was a particular apprentice that stood out to him. She was very interested in medicine and is highly intelligent in the field so he decided to let her be his private apprentice— who stays by his side every second he is in office and maybe even more.

Anyways, with how much that little girl is staying with Namjoon, it would make sense that she would also accompany him for your monthly checkup as well. The moment you saw that girl walk through the door, you were stunned. Stunned for Namjoon breaking the organization’s rules, and stunned that the girl managed to catch Namjoon’s attention that he was willing to even set his life on the line for her. Before Namjoon could explain the reason of that girl being there, you decided that it was within your right to kick the both of them out. Now, this might be the reason listed above and could be more but for Namjoon, he interpreted your commands as a warning. That if he were to expose his identity, he will absolutely receive none of your help and will have to deal with that on his own.

Acknowledging that you were probably right, he decided to reassigned the girl to another physician after your multiple attempts of ignoring him — not wanting to get in between his problems as it’s too risky. The next time you guys’ had a monthly checkup, the girl was nowhere in sight but your silent treatment still remained firm. Knowing that it was his fault, Namjoon could only apologize and would not do it again. He then slowly walked over to the desk near your bed and began making a concoction of herbs to help calm you down. However, unlike his usual calm self, he had clumsily shattered a few bowls while at it. Y/N could only sighed before bending down and cleaning it up before going over to him to check on his wounds. How could you let your intelligent yet clumsy physician if he were to break things everytime he crawl back to you and apologize?

“ I apologized, Y/N. I was not in my right state of mind to consider the possible risks that it would bring to our organizations. I was too excited when I saw her thesis that I completely lost my rationale.”

Jung Hoseok

Because of his wretched father, Hoseok found himself having to return to his old home every couple of weeks. His father had complained to you that Hoseok was neglecting his maternal family the moment that he was wedded to you. Y/N, not wanting to create a bigger mess, managed to convince Hoseok to return to his home every once in awhile which leads us back to the current situation. Before Hoseok got wedded to Y/N, he already had a fiancé which he has bonded throughout most of his childhood. Of course, Hoseok only saw her as a friend who he has a platonic relationship with or simply a sister, but that was far from what the girl had wanted. His ex-fiancé, Miyoung was studying abroad so she was not immediately notified of him entering the harem but the minute she got informed, she was packing her belongings and heading back.

The trip started out as any other with Hoseok getting greeted the moment he enters the front yard by the matriarch along with his father and countless servants. This time however, the moment he saw Miyoung standing courteously behind his father, Hoseok wanted nothing more than to run for the carriage that had already left. You see, when Miyoung confessed her feelings to him—who did not her and got rejected; she did everything in her power to get engaged to him and that was how she became his fiancé. From that day on, Hoseok’s relationship with her only continued to sour before they were not contacting for months on end when she’s studying abroad. The matriarch—who did not agreed on him marrying Y/N, purposely set the both of them together, wanting the pair to interact together. This idea was not only reckless and unecessary as it it basically threading your position as his spouse and have him cheat on the ruler of the nation. Hoseok’s matriarch had also stupidly decided to invite you to come as well, wanting you to witness the couple’s strong bond personally.

Knowing that you could not deny her offer as they are still one of the major families, you had coincidentally entered the room at the time when Miyoung was being extra touchy. The sight, however, did not stunned you but only made you more confused. Questions began to erupt from your mouth asking about the situation while watching Hoseok desperately trying to escape Miyoung’s grip the moment he saw you. Expectedly, the matriarch’s answer is utter garbage, knowing that this is all a setup. Deciding to just stand there and wait for Hoseok to escape from Miyoung, you observed the main contirbutor’s expressions, silently judging their ability to properly. But the moment Hoseok managed to move within your arm’s length, you could feel his little suprised gasp as you pulled him into your hold before leading him out of the place not before warning to not touch what is yours. On your guys’ way home, Hoseok tried to explain what you had witnessed but instead got the silent treatment. Let’s say that it was extremely daring to touch a assassin’s possessions but a nation’s ruler as well is simply too moronically.

“ It was not what you think, your highness. We may not know each other for long but I’m incredibly loyal! That girl was my fiancé before I got wedded to you but I don’t love her! Please believe me!”

Min Yoongi

You getting jealous with Yoongi would happened on a blue moon as he is frequently seen by your side and that most people inside the palace hate his family too much to hit on him but it does still happen. Like any other day, Yoongi is with you in your office helping you with the minor tasks. Seeing how he was getting comfortable with the tasks you had given him, you decided that it was time for him to interact with some other officers in the smaller departments. Yoongi, of course was extremely nervous but wanted to make you proud so he quickly set off to his destination. The task you assigned was quite simple; getting the finished manuscripts that have been assigned yesterday. Everything seemed to go smoothly but what did not was the officers’ attitude towards Yoongi.

As they were considered to be quite young, they must have not know that the boy that is getting is one of your consorts as Yoongi usually prefers to dress in casual clothing; they decided that it was appropriate to flirt with him during office hours. With him having a more petite and delicate figure, it was extremely easy to turn him into their little doll— well or so they had thought. Sensing their hidden intentions towards him, Yoongi quickly asked for the needed documents before hurriedly making his way back. Unfortunately, before he can make his way past the entrance, a pair of hands grabbed his torso, restricting his movement. The officer began to whisper disgusting words in his hears causing Yoongi to instinctly attemp escape. Thanks to his previous training, he managed to escape their grip and ran out of the office, desperately running back to you.

Unexpedtly the officers decided to chase him, still thinking that his master is some low-rank minister that they could easily persuade. Lucky for them, Yoongi directly ran towards your courtyard but before they managed to realized where he was heading towards, they were caught by the guards that had seen the commotion. The moment that Yoongi ran into you arms, you felt your adrenaline spiked as your poor consort slightly trembles and only offered you faint whimpers as answers to your questions. Deciding that this was not meant for him, you assigned another type of tasks after he ha recovered. To say the least, those officers were never seen again the morning after that.

“ T-t-hey touched me while whispered those erotic words in my ears. I’m sorry, you majesty, I couldn’t acomplished the task when they trapped me in their hold. I began to panicked and...”

Jeon Jungkook

Aside from being a bastard’s child, Jungkook could also be described as an outstanding male from many perspectives. So of course, many girls and eunuchs would be constantly be flirty with the young guard. Many, however, is smart enough to avoid doing said activities around you but there are still some that does not have the brain to think rationally. The longer he is under your teaching, the more polite he becomes. Unfortunately, his seemingly innocent greetings was misunderstood by these brainless fellows which resulted in quite a few episodes of misunderstanding. To Jungkook, he is using the people around him as a tool to help him enhance his logical thinking to not burden you as much but it seemed like his efforts had caused quite the tensions within the harem. Many maids would began to form groups and bet on who would end up with him. The competitions began to become so popular tha it even reaches your ears!

As you became more aware of the gossips within the harem, many are targeted towards your personal bodyguard. As the days goes by, the seemingly pile of gossips about Jungkook became to get bigger until you decided that it would be best to stop his lessons altogether deeming that it was no use to him. As first, Jungkook was quite confused on how sudden you decided to cancel his lessons and ultimately blamed it on himself. Thinking that he had burdened you, Jungkook once again turned into his past self. Hiding his emotions as it does not matter how much he tries to improve on himself if his master does not think that he is worthy.

However, before he gets fully entitled to that state, you managed to come in at the right time and bring him out again. This is however, quite the process as he now want you to be proud of him. His self-esteem would not be as high as before as he had already registered in his mind that he had dissapointed you. Even though the process would take awhile, the end result would be worth it. Jungkook would be his best self yet and is continually striving to make you proud of him.

“ I know that you are dissapoin— you’re not? No, you must be lying! If you aren’t dissapointed then why did you have to stop the lessons. Was I too troublesome? I’m not? Are you sure? You must be accountable to your words and resume our lessons, then!”

Kim Seokjin

As a merchant, Seokjin is known to be skillful in negotiating terms with different customers. Most of the times, it would benefit his business but at the same time, his relationship with you would be on a thin string. As you guys continue to bond, different feelings would naturally develop and jealousy would definately not be excluded.

With the Y/N dynasty being a new dynasty, it would make sense that you have to put in much more effort to gain alliances with the surrounding countries neighbouring you. And of course, one of the princess that was sent as an ambassador had to know the talented merchant in some sort of way. You then found out that the two became friends over their love for jewelry and talking about whatever through the night and into the early mornings. Seeing how closed they were, you decided that it would be incredibly polite for you to ignore them and focus your attention on the rest of your guests and your consorts.

Usually, whenever Seokjin would offer you a flirty comment, you woul jokingly replied back with another one of sort as well but that was not what happened tonight. Your replies towards his jokes were quite distant and cold with you having your attention on someone as but him. Seokjin, who was not used to this treatment soon found out your reasons after the banquet and ultimately decided to tease you which only ended in him whining about how childish you’re being.

“ You’re jealous! Over her? HAH! You must have fallen in love with my handsome face... Why are you not saying anything? You’re ignoring such a handsome face, how could you!”

Park Jimin

Unlike Jungkook who does not care about people who perceive him, Jimin takes the extra mile to make sure that everyone see how beautiful he is. His fame within the harem immediately skyrocketed the moment he took up the title as one of the consort. It was to be expected with how frequent he flirted with the maids whenever he pass by them. Of course, he only think that it was fun to tease them as his main goal is still you after all.

Every year, the entire country would celebrate one of its most important holidays— Seollal, where it is one of the only days where festivals are around every direction you look at, and family would reunite with each other to welcome the new year. Within the palace, however, it is celebrated a little different; a full fledge banquet is arranged on the night before the new year and with Jimin leading the performance. With his skillful moves that had took years to master, everyone can agreed that it was a pleasure to look at. What did not please you was how revealing your consort’s attire was. With every move, the fabric was seemingly getting looser that you would have stop the performance already if you were not the of the highest authority in the room. What made it worse was how much eye contact he managed to make with you during his performance, and to say that you were not angry was simply outright lying.

The moment his performance had ended, you decided that Jimin had been working too hard lately and is in desperate need of relaxing. Thinking that he finally push you off the edge, Jimin happily accept your offer and left. What he had not unexpected was you taking him out on a walk when the banquet had ended. You even had the guts to act like nothing had happened hours before this resulting in him yelling at you before grumpily storming back to his courtyard, sulking in his room. Y/N could only laugh seeing his reaction before running towards his room to comfort the boy, deciding that they have teased him enough.

“ Why are you here? No, don’t you dare enter! GET OUT! Hmph, how dare you pretend like nothing happened and teased about it? Didn’t I say that you are not allowed in here? Hmph, fine, come in.”

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