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ramblingoak · 5 months ago

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To Tease a Cardinal

Cardinal Copia x f!reader

This was a direct result from art done by @ghuleh-recs here, @writingjourney here and @blacktie-whitenoise here. The expressions they gave Copia just made me think of how upset and wound up he'd be if you teased him while he was gone on tour. Thank you for the writing fuel guys!

Warnings: biting, hair pulling, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, a little spanking, copia is kinda mean but also kinda sweet, nsfw 18+ only mdni, 3k words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet for your Italian guides!)

You had maybe gone a little too far.

“Is this what you wanted, demonietta?” He punctuated his question with a particularly vicious thrust and you bit down on the pillow to keep from wailing. You heard him clicking his tongue right before he gripped a handful of your hair to pull your head up. “Ah ah, I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear you.”

“Cardinal, I’m sorry–ah!”

There was no way the entire wing didn’t hear your scream right then. The bed banging against the wall could maybe have been explained away as something else but the desperate sounds now spilling from your mouth? It was clear what you and Cardinal Copia were up to. He released his grip on your hair but instead of letting you drop back down his arm wrapped around your middle so he could pull you against his chest.

“Sorry for what? For distracting your Cardinal? For teasing him day after day for weeks?” He growled the last word out before lowering his face to your neck. Your mouth fell open as he began to attack the sensitive skin there, nipping and biting at it. Leaving marks that would not be fading anytime soon. “Tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m s-sorry for teasing you.” He bit down roughly and you jerked in his grip, trying desperately to get away. “Copia! Please…”

“No, no demonietta. Right now I am Cardinal.” Your breath caught in your throat when he adjusted his grip on you, a gloved hand now sliding down your front until he could rub across your clit roughly. “Now, why are you sorry? Be specific.”

“I-I’m sorry I sent you those pictures.”

Copia hummed into your ear, his fingers not slowing down at all. You couldn’t help but start to move your hips but a nip at your earlobe had you stopping. It was practically impossible to be still with his cock hot and throbbing inside of you and now the warm leather rubbing you just right.

“Ah sì, those pictures. The ones of you naked and wet in my bed.” He moved his hand away from your clit, sliding further down through your wet flesh to where you were stretched tight around him. “The ones where your fingers were buried deep inside of you. Are those the ones you are sorry for?”

“Y-yes, Cardinal.”

“Did it feel good to fuck yourself on them while you were alone in my bed?” You nodded, your sweaty cheek rubbing against his. “Tell me.”

“It did! It felt good.”

“Not as good as my cock though, eh demonietta?”

“No, never.”

“Of course not. Nothing will ever be as good as my cock, will it?” You shook your head frantically, your mouth falling open when he pressed against the edge of your stretched opening. When a finger threatened to push in alongside his cock you dropped a hand onto his, whimpering and pulling at it. “What’s wrong, ragazza?”

“Too much! It’s too much, Cardinal I can’t.”

“I think you can and I think you will.” To your relief he pulled his fingers away, moving them back to your clit to rub your wetness over it. “But you still have much to apologize for before I reward you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Cardinal.” He whispered a few encouraging words in your ear, biting your earlobe when he was done to spur you into answering. “I’m sorry I called you while you were performing.”

“But they were more than just phone calls, weren’t they? Hmm?”

Your head was spinning, the feel of his hot length inside of you and his fingers rubbing your clit just right was making it impossible to think. All you could focus on was him and how he was making you feel. How he always made you feel. Copia said something, his voice dark and commanding, but you couldn’t focus on his words. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you so desperately needed to come, you just needed a little bit more.

With a snarl Copia removed his fingers from your swollen clit and let go of the hold he had around your waist. Without him holding you up your shuddering body fell forward, his cock pulling out of you roughly when you hit the bed. You cried out at the loss, letting a sob out when your cunt spasmed around nothing. His hands grabbed at your shoulders to roughly turn you on your back and when you saw how twisted in anger his handsome face was you began to cry even more.

“C-Cardinal, please! Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Through your tears you saw him grin, a cruel smile that had you squeezing your eyes shut so you didn’t see it. Satanas, what you would do to take all of it back. How different would your reunion have been? Would you be getting sweet smiles and sweet touches instead of what you were getting now? You heard fabric rustle and then felt his mouth on your belly, his tongue dipping into your belly button before he kissed his way to your breasts.

“Why do you cry, demonietta? Shouldn’t you be happy you’re getting what you wanted? That you’re getting fucked by your Cardinal in his bed?” All you could do was nod, still unable to look at his handsome face. His mustache tickled the sensitive skin of your breasts while he kissed them. When you felt his teeth close around a nipple your eyes finally snapped to his and you were surprised to see a teasing look on his face briefly before he pulled off of it. “Well?”

“I-I’m scared.”

“Impaurito? Of me?”

You opened your mouth to answer him but his lips were back on your nipple, suckling at it and teasing it lightly with his tongue. Instead of the ‘Yes, I’m scared of you’ that you were going to say you let out a low moan. A sound full of so much yearning and desire it was embarrassing. Tentatively you moved your hands to his head, your shaking fingers slipping into his hair. The gray strands mixing in with the brown shone in the light of the lamps and like always you felt the urge to kiss every single one of them.

“I missed you, Cardinal. My Cardinal.” He grunted around your breast but didn’t stop giving it attention. As he continued to worship your flesh you felt gloved fingers move down your belly towards your still aching clit. You shimmied under him, your body begging for him to touch you there again. With a trembling voice you continued, practically babbling as you spoke again. “All I could think about was you, all I wanted was you.”

“And did you think I didn’t?” He had pulled off your nipple with a pop, his lips swollen and shining with saliva. The black paint on his top lip now smeared onto your skin. You tried to answer but he had finally started rubbing your clit again, warm leather easily sliding over your wet nub. “Did you think I wouldn’t rather be here with you? Fucking you and filling you over and over?”

“I-I oh yes, yes!”

He chuckled, dropping a nip on the inside of your breast before trailing kisses down towards where his fingers were. You kept one hand in his hair, lightly gripping it while you gripped his sheets with the other. By the time his hot breath brushed across your clit you were panting and shaking with anticipation.

“Did you think I wasn’t missing how you tasted on my tongue?” His fingers were gone then but his mouth immediately replaced them. Copia stroked across your nub with his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure on each stroke. He groaned as your taste spread over his tongue, the fingers that had been rubbing you now drifting down to circle your still aching entrance. You began to squirm more, your legs trembling and kicking against the bed. “Stay still, demonietta. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

He went back to sucking your clit but his eyes were looking up at you, the contact intense and searching. You couldn’t look away, enraptured by how his eyes rolled back as he continued to taste you. When two of his fingers easily slid inside your opening your own did the same, your head tilting back and your body arching up to meet both his mouth and fingers. You were waiting for him to stop and reprimand you but instead he laughed, the sound vibrating against your cunt.

“I suppose I should take it as a compliment, eh?” He started fucking you harder with his fingers, adding a third to spread you open wider. “That I make you lose control. Is that what it is? Do I make you forget yourself?”

“Always, my Cardinal.” You managed to look down, nearly crying when you saw the fond look on his face. His eyes fluttered while you scratched at his scalp, slowly moving your hand so you could cup his cheek. “I’m sorry about the voicemails.”

He let out a bark of laughter you couldn’t help but echo although it turned into a moan when the fingers inside of you curled to rub along your walls.

“I listened to those every night, demonietta.” He pulled your clit into his mouth, sucking hard before letting go. “Every night while I fucked my hand. Imagining it was your wet, needy cunt.”

“C-Copia…”

You winced when you used his name but he didn’t seem to have heard you, so focused on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Listening to your pretty voice moan my name, my title, over and over. È stato delizioso.”

“Copia!” You tried to grab his hair again but he shook your hand off, abruptly raising onto his knees and pulling his fingers out. “No! No, no please don’t, I nee-”

“Quiet.” His voice held that sharp, angry tone from earlier and you bit your lip to stop your begging. As you watched him with pleading eyes he lifted his hand to his mouth and began to suck your juices off of his gloves, the lewd sounds of it filling the air around you. Your legs moved on their own, spreading wider to try and entice him. His nostrils flared briefly before he pulled his fingers from his mouth and lowered them to grip your thighs. “What do you need?”

“You. It’s always you, I need you so much.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now, demonietta? Do you want my cock inside of your cunt?” He moved closer as he spoke, one hand moving from your leg to grip his cock. When the tip touched your entrance you cried out, your desire for him to be inside you making you feel crazy. The both of you let out desperate groans as he slowly pushed in. His thick cock felt perfect, stretching you still despite the work his fingers had done. Copia dropped his head, mumbled to himself in Italian as he pressed all the way inside. “Perfetto, sei perfetto.”

As he began to fuck you harder neither one of you was able to speak. Needy and loud moans echoed around you, his sometimes louder than yours. The both of you were desperate, your fingers gripping and digging into each other's flesh. You’d wear the bruises proudly just like you would the bite marks that were stinging as sweat ran across them.

You felt like crying when your peak began to rush towards you. Too soon, too soon, but it wasn’t surprising. Weeks of teasing him meant teasing yourself. And the second he had arrived back at the ministry he had dragged you to his quarters to teach you a lesson. A lesson that you seemed to have gone on for hours now. You honestly had no idea what time it was. All you could focus on was Copia and how much you had missed him.

And how good it felt to have him inside of you.

“Are you close, demonietta?”

You managed only a nod, your teeth buried in your bottom lip to try to stifle your cries. Copia pulled one of your legs up and pressed down on your thigh, spreading it wide so you opened up to him more. It let him change the angle of his thrusting and when his cock hit you even deeper you wailed, a piercing cry that had him laughing.

His thrusts were quickly becoming more frantic, a wild grunt leaving him at each thrust. Sweat and paint was dripping off his face and into your chest, painting you just like his cum would soon paint your insides. You scrabbled at the sheets when he brought a thumb down to your abused clit, roughly rubbing it but providing the final piece you needed for you to climax.

“Copia!”

You screamed his name like a prayer, over and over as your orgasm rushed through you. In return he said yours, his chest heaving as he panted through his own release. His hips were grinded against yours as his cock kicked and pulsed inside of you, filling you like he had promised. Finally with one last grunt he collapsed on top of you, quickly turning onto his back and taking you with him so you were cradled against his side.

Your hand settled over his tattoo, at first so you could feel his heart settle beneath your palm. But as he relaxed and his breathing slowed you found yourself tracing the lines of the numbers with your fingers. His skin was warm and moist with sweat, his chest hair damp and plastered to his skin. You couldn’t help but turn your head to kiss his skin, enjoying the tastes of his sweat on your lips. When your lips found his nipple it hardened quickly under your touch and you grinned against it.

“You are insatiable, what am I to do with you, hmm?” You turned your head to smile up at him, trying to look innocent but his devilish grin was hard not to copy. Copia looked a mess, his hair sticking all over and his paint mostly gone but he still was as handsome as ever. “Was I too rough with you?”

You shyly shook your head, hiding your smile now against his chest. He had been rough, his frustration over what you had done controlling his passions, but it was what you had expected. What you had secretly hoped for upon your reunion with him. You had wanted him to feel as out of control with love and lust as you did with him gone. You wanted him to be desperate for you, like you were the only thing he needed in this world.

“You were perfect, my love.”

He hummed, his chest vibrating under your ear slightly with the sound. You began to tease your fingers down his chest, running them through his hair. His stomach jumped when you traced around his belly button but he stayed quiet. It wasn’t until your hand wrapped around his soft cock that he spoke.

“What did I say? Insatiable.” He was still wet, his release mixing with yours along his shaft. As you began to stroke him, your touch light and teasing, he began to harden once more. Slowly of course, because even his intense lust had to contend with his age. It made no difference to you, you were patient. After all, working him up was something you had become very, very good at. You couldn’t help but laugh at that thought, laughing even when a hand gripped your hair to tilt your head up towards his own. “Is something funny, demonietta?”

There was an edge of hurt in his eyes so you shushed him, kissing your way back up his chest until you could reach his lips. You continued to tease his cock while you kissed him, enjoying the feel of it pulsing in your hand. The thought of having him inside you again made your sore cunt ache and you flung a leg across him so you could grind against his thick thigh. While growling low in his throat he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue through your mouth before yanking your head away. He stayed silent, his mismatched eyes searching for an answer to his question.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Cardinal.”

His tight grip on your hair lessened enough so you could reach his mouth again. You kissed him once, twice and a third time, your smile growing after each one. He didn’t let you give him a fourth kiss, instead you found yourself once more on your back, breathless and staring up at him.

“Tell me.” When you stayed quiet he lowered a knee between your legs, pressing it hard against your core. You mewled and began to squirm against it, desperate for friction but he placed a hand on your stomach and held you still. “Demonietta, you will tell me why you were laughing.”

“Or what, my Cardinal? Will you punish me some more?”

Copia smiled, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mirth and love. He removed his hand from your stomach, pushing it up your chest slowly. You whined when he avoided your breasts and gasped when he let it rest on your neck very briefly before gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away.

“Tell me.”

“I was just thinking, my lovely Cardinal, that it was a good thing I never sent you any of the videos I made.”

The look on his face had you laughing again and you continued to laugh when he pulled away and roughly turned you onto your hands and knees. You even laughed when he swatted your ass, enjoying the sting far more than you should have. It wasn’t until he had entered you again, stretching and claiming you once more that your laughter turned into moans. Those turned into a yelp when he gripped your hair, turning your face roughly so he could glare down at you.

“Later. You will show me those later, sì?”

“Even better, my love.” He was pounding into you roughly, one hand remaining in your hair while the other was squeezing the mark he had left on your ass. You grinned up at him before continuing, your answer making him collapse against your back, trying and failing to stifle his laughter into your skin, “I��ll demonstrate.”

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leclercss · 10 months ago

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Paris, je t'aime (Charles Leclerc),

a Tainted Love sequel

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plot: it's almost three years since your tumultuous relationships with Lewis and Charles came crashing down. but you find your self in a new city with new beginnings and new ways to fuck up your love life. that's no thanks to a cheeky frenchman who's set you up on a double date with someone oh so familiar.

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating and some swearing

authors note: our amours are back. hope you enjoy this sequel featuring our fave Monegasque.

word count: 4.3k

taglist: @toppersjeep @janeholt3, @princess-siba, @nichmeddar

"Pierre, I just don't get why you can't show me his picture?" you whine, throwing your head back against the sofa. Clearly you need to work on your negotiation (or blackmailing) skills because you've not made a dent in changing Pierre's mind.

"Because, [Y/N], I don't trust you this time. I've seen your love life, if you can even call it that, in the last six months. It's nothing short of embarrassing and from what I've witnessed, I know who the problem is," Pierre retorts.

You snort at Pierre's response. This man doesn't given a fuck and you do your best to not throw a cushion at his face.

"And what do you mean by that?"

"What I mean, [Y/N], is I've seen you make out with random guys in clubs, ugly ones by the way, who you either sleep with or have to spend the rest of the night hiding from. You're also useless when it comes to Tinder. You either fall in love with their pictures, match, have about a two minute conversation with and then ghost them entirely or you spend five minutes analysing everything that is wrong with them."

"That's no true," you growl.

It's Pierre's turn to snort. "Oh, it is! And if you do end up chatting to someone half normal, you just get drunk and show them pictures of your ex husband's dog".

This time you couldn't control yourself and so you launch the cushion at Pierre's head. Your aim clearly needs some work as you miss his head by about half a meter and hit the lamp above his head, causing it to hit against the wall.

"Right, you two! That's enough," you hear a voice yell from the other room. You look over your shoulder and see Pierre's girlfriend, Kika, storm into the living room.

"He started it," you cry out before shooting Pierre some daggers which earns a kick from Pierre.

"I don't care who started it. I care about ending it," Kika growls as she throws herself onto the sofa opposite then one you and Pierre are occupying.

Silence falls onto the living room but only for a few moments before you look at Pierre again, continuing your previous argument. "Pierre, I don't get why you can't just tell me anything about him".

Pierre, aware of the daggers he's receiving from Kika, simply rolls his eyes.

"Ugh, fine! Kika, can you please talk to Pierre?" you plead as you turn your attention to Kika.

She sighs at you, defeated. "I've tried, [Y/N]," she replies. "But Pierre has made some good points".

You narrow your eyes at her, "Traitor."

Pierre can't keep contain himself as he erupts into a fit of laughter. Annoyed, you return the kick that he gave you earlier which results in a loud cry from Pierre.

"Hey! We're the ones trying to help you out here," Pierre laughs as he rubs his shin, tender from your kick.

"I didn't ask for your help," you grunt, throwing you arms across your chest in frustration. You catch Kika in the corner of your eye trying to hold back a smirk.

"Spit it out, Kika!"

Both Pierre and Kika look at each other, exchanging a little chuckle, before you friend gives you a polite reality check.

"Well, we're in Paris, the city of love. And well, your love life since we've met you has been, putting it nicely, tragic. So Pierre and I thought that as your friends in this new city, we would take the trouble out of your hands for you when it comes to love," she politely tells you.

Pierre snorts again, "Nah, Kika. It's called an intervention".

You look around you to find any other cushions you can throw at Pierre but realise that you've thrown all cushions within reaching distance at his head already.

The truth is that, as hurtful as it may be, Pierre and Kika were right. Your love life since moving to Paris ten months ago has been pathetic. In fact, it's been pathetic for the last three years, ever since you had ended both your marriage to Lewis and your relationship with Charles.

Your intention at the time was to only end your relationship with one of them and in your heart and mind, you were going to end your marriage with Lewis. And that was what you did. Despite his last ditch attempts of rekindling your marriage and relationship, you had declined Lewis' offer to leave your life in London behind and join him in New York City.

An offer like that earlier on in your marriage would have been tempting but after yourself and Lewis both agreed to open up your marriage, and before all of the walls came tumbling down, you realised that whenever Lewis was close to losing you he would pull out all of the stops to become the husband you wanted and needed.

He'd done it throughout your relationship. Once Lewis smelt danger or felt vulnerable, he loved bombed you to the point where you fell in love with him all over again. Telling you everything you needed to hear and throwing you grand gestures like a proposal, a new puppy, extravagant gifts, monogamy (looking back, that one was laughable) and finally offering you a new life in the bright lights of New York City. And when he was sure that you wouldn't leave him and were fully committed, he'd go back to the Lewis of old - doing as he pleased without any questions or consequences. That was until Lewis pushed you too far, he'd tested you one too many times during your "open marriage" and pushed you into the arms of another man, Charles.

In a totally unplanned and spontaneous night out, you had met Charles and the two of you had clicked instantly. Charles was the only person that ever led you to doubt your marriage and relationship with Lewis. You developed a relationship which led to you falling in love with one another. It was very real and very serious. He gave you the love and fulfilment you had long yearned for. He was worth leaving your husband for and you were so ready to do that.

That was until Lewis' offer of moving to New York came about. You didn't want to move to New York. It may have been a dream once but not in those circumstances. Not after you'd already taken off your wedding and engagement rings and told your husband you were ready to move on in your life. This was Lewis' next step in life, not yours.

You were free from your marriage and you could continue your relationship with Charles but something weird happened. It all fell apart one night when you went to see Charles at his flat after you had told Lewis that you wouldn't be moving with him. Your intentions were to tell Charles that you were all his and you could finally start to build a real life together.

However, that’s not what happened. You couldn’t get the idea of leaving London with Lewis out of your head. Even in separation the man couldn’t leave you alone. He was in your mind as you spoke to Charles, kissed Charles and even when you made love to Charles that night. Something deep down was telling you that instantly starting a life with Charles just days after separating from your husband of five years wasn’t the right thing for you.

You needed time to mourn your marriage but also to figure out who you really were. You had been in a relationship since you had moved to London at 21 and had never gotten to explore adulthood and your twenties on your own. And just maybe, you needed a little bit of time to be you.

But that’s not how it went down, or how you had tried to communicate it to Charles. After you and Charles had finished having sex, Charles started a conversation about your relationship and mentioned the possibility of moving in together. You guys were in love and it made sense.

But you freaked out, confessing to Charles that Lewis was going to New York and had asked for you to go with him. And when Charles had asked you want you had wanted to do, you froze.

Fuck, why did you have to freeze? You already told Lewis no but why couldn’t you tell Charles that?

You realised over time it was because that you were unable to tell Charles that while you had said no to Lewis, you needed to be on your own for a while. And how could you tell Charles that after he had made love to you and confessed his loved to you once more?

And so when you struggled to find your words, Charles took it as a yes and that in fact you were moving to New York, leaving him behind. You were ending things with him to be with a husband who treated you poorly.

And when you did begin to find your words, Charles didn’t believe you despite the fact that you had already removing your wedding ring. He was fed up. He’d been humiliated by you and Lewis to one too many times and so he asked for you to leave.

You obeyed and left his apartment. Too hurt and stubborn to speak to one another, you both waited for the other to reach out. A text, a call, something to let the other know that this was stupid and you wanted to be together. But that text, call or something never came. And so you and Charles never spoke again.

Not long after you and Charles ended things, a position in work opened up in Singapore. With nothing meaningful thing you to London any more aside from your best friend Whitney, you applied for it. You were successful and so within a few moments you moved to Singapore for two years.

You finally got your new life and spent the last of your twenties in an amazing city. You even had a few casual, no strings attached situationships. But as you turned 30, you began to miss being closer to home and so you moved back to Europe, this time settling in Paris.

You enjoyed the city and while Paris was famed for being romantic and the city of love, your experience so far had been anything but. Which is why you were here now, letting your new friends Pierre and Kika salvage whatever love life they could manage for you.

You had grown close to them over the past few months. You had met Kika in work and over time she took you under her wing. You hadn’t told Pierre and Kika everything though about your life in London. They knew you were divorced from Lewis and that you had an open marriage got wrong but you had never told them about Charles. How could you even begin to explain that you had fallen in love with someone that wasn’t your husband and then, when you finally had the chance to be with him, you chickened?

No, you couldn’t tell them about Charles. It still hurt you when you thought about how things ended between you. With a heavy heart, you still valued your relationship with him and looked back with fond memories. Charles was still very special and important to you. And so, that was one story you wanted to keep close to your heart.

“Can you just give me a name? Not even a name, just the first letter of his name?”

You were back to whining at Pierre and Kika, begging for any details about this mystery guy that they’d set you up on a blind date with. So far, the only details you had gotten out of them was that you were going out with a guy this Friday night.

As Kika went to open her mouth, feeling a little sorry for you, Pierre flashed her a look.

“Kika, don’t! I know what you girls are like. One sniff of a detail about a man and you girls give the FBI a run of their money, Pierre cried. “No, you’re just going to have to shut up and wait until Friday to meet him”.

Finally accepting defeat, you sighed and rested back against the sofa. Pierre wasn’t giving in this time. With last fight in you, you looked over at Pierre and mumbled,

“Did I ever tell you how much I hated you, Pierre?”

“Yes, everyday”.

It was finally Friday and you still didn’t have a single detail or idea about the man you were meeting for dinner. For all you knew, he could be Timothée Chalamet. Pierre and Kika had given you nothing.

Despite withholding all information about this guy, the did feel bad for you and so had brought you out for a drink before you date to calm the nerves. Just one drink, Pierre had said, they didn’t need you showing pictures of Roscoe to another innocent soul.

As you sat in a Parisian bar, you began to bounce your legs up and down, anything to calm you while you waited for 8pm to arrive. With a quick look at your phone, you saw that it was only 6:30pm.

Shit!

You were going to need more than one drink if you were going to get through the next ninety minutes. You were halfway through your first Aperol Spritz but you’d need about two more if you were going to be any fun tonight.

“Can you stop bouncing your legs please? It’s incredibly annoying,” Pierre spat.

Kika, being the peace maker gently placed a hand on your knee to prevent you from causing any annoyance or, in the way Pierre was carrying on, preventing you from causing an earthquake.

You loved Pierre, but the two of you behaved like siblings much to Kika’s despair. The two of you constantly bickered and found ways to annoy one another but did deep the two of you were close and had a solid friendship.

“Children, please,” Kika groaned. As she took a quick look at her phone, you took the opportunity to flash Pierre the middle finger.

Another fifteen minutes had passed and you weren’t any less nervous about this date. While you had been on dates before, it was your first blind date. And while you had faith in Pierre and Kika’s taste, you wouldn’t put it past Pierre to drag Quasimodo down from the Notre Dame and bring him to a Parisian restaurant for your date.

Feeling bad that he’d been taunting you for days, Pierre felt like it was time to give you some reassurance.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried, [Y/N]. Despite being a pain in my side, you’re catch. You’re a good looking girl. You’re funny and smart. You’ve lived in four countries, I mean there’s so much to talk about,” Pierre says as he places a second Aperol Spritz in front of you.

You flash him a grateful smile.

“He’s right! You’ve got so much going for you, [Y/N]. Plus your boobs look great in that dress,” Kika added. “And he already things you’re hot”.

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “Wait, what? He’s already seen a picture of me”.

Pierre flashes Kika a look of what the fuck did you say that before accepting a small defeat.

“Yes, he’s seen a picture of you. And before you tell me how that’s not fair, he’s not a freak like you two”.

“But Pierre,” you begin but Pierre wags his finger out you.

“No. I’m not hearing it,” Pierre says.

Great, out of the four of you, you’re the most clueless about your date.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me anything about him, can you at least tell me what he said when you showed him a picture about me?”

Exhaling, Pierre nodded. “Sure, he pretty much grabbed my phone out of my hand when I showed him your picture. He seemed pretty into it, wanted to see more photos. Asked how we knew you, wanted to know as much about you as he could.”

“Oh, and you told him everything right?”

Pierre chuckled. “Not everything. Didn’t tell him that you were divorced by 30. I thought that it’d be funny for you to do that on your own”.

You thanked Kika as she hit Pierre for you.

“Sorry. That was harsh. He was interested in what happened in your last relationship though. If it’s any consolation, I’ve had to intervene in his love life too. It’s almost as tragic as yours,” Pierre continued.

You frowned at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” Pierre hesitated. “He was in a relationship about three years ago. Things were pretty serious but suddenly things changed. There were talking about moving in together but one day, she told him she was thinking about getting back with her ex. They had an argument and didn’t speak after that. The last he heard through a friend was that she had left the country to start a new life.”

A weird feeling of deja vu suddenly hits you. The story sounding very similar to your own. Except that you didn’t get with Lewis. You pause before asking, “Did she get back with the ex?”

“I think so,” Pierre answered. “Either that or she was a snake who used her ex as an excuse to end things with Charles”.

You feel your blood run cold as Pierre accidentally drops the name of your date.

“What did you say his name was?” you ask, making sure you’re not hearing things.

“Merde, I can’t believe I dropped his name at the last hurdle,” Pierre groaned, burying his head in his hands.

You mind was racing a million miles an hour. Surely this was just a coincidence. There was thousands of Charles' in Paris, let alone in France. And what were the odds of Pierre knowing your Charles? And a Charles who had the same break up story as your Charles? No, this couldn’t be it.

“Are you okay, [Y/N]? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Kika asks.

You force a light-hearted laugh before taking a sip of your Aperol Spritz.

“I’m all good, thanks. Just worried that Pierre is going to go into a downward spiral now that his plan of keeping this Charles a secret has failed,” you joked. But deep inside you were freaking out.

What if this was Charles? You weren’t sure if you were ready to see him. Even though it had been three years since things had ended, it still hurt you to think about your relationship. Even three years later, you knew you still loved him. But what about Charles? Did he still love you? Or did he hate you? According to Pierre’s story, he still seemed bitter about this break up with his ex.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have time to go through Instagram and find him then, you’ve got to leave for your date in fifteen minutes,” Pierre reminds you.

Shit.

This was really happening wasn’t it? You were going to see Charles finally after all these years.

Or maybe you were just being dramatic, maybe this was just a weird, fucked up coincidence.

“Whatever you do, [Y/N], just don’t break my Charlie’s heart, eh? He’s had to fuck his way through dozens of women just to get over her,” Pierre teases.

“Pierre,” Kika squeals, “You can’t tell her that before she meets him”.

But Pierre’s comment goes over your head. Charles’ fucking lots of girls was the least of your worries.

You’re the first one to arrive and the wait is excruciating. You have a look at your phone 8:03pm.

Fuck, it’s been the longest three minutes of your life.

You’re not sure if you want to look at the entrance and see who walks through the door or if you want to keep your head down and pray for the ground to swallow you whole. Right now, the second option feels preferable.

As another minute passes, your phone lights up. It’s a text from Pierre into your group chat with Kika:

Bonne chance! And if we don’t hear back from you by the end of the night, either my friend is a serial killer or you’re 🍆👉🏼🕳️💦

As disgusting as Pierre’s text is, you’re grateful that your mind is occupied for a few moments as you text a:

You’re disgusting 🤮

Once you send your text, you place your phone back down on the table and put your head in your hands, praying for a miracle.

“I’ve thought about what it would be like if I ever saw you again,” it’s a familiar voice coming from behind you, “But I’d never have guessed that it would be the two of us being set up on a blind date”.

Your head shoots up and you turn to the direction of the voice. It’s him. It’s Charles. Your Charles.

“I…,” you begin but that’s all you’ve got. You’re just sitting there with your mouth agape.

Charles smiles at you, he’s much more composed and prepared than you are. How could he not be when he knew long ago that it was you that Pierre was trying to set him up with? He’s probably had days if not weeks to prepare for seeing you in person again.

He takes a few steps towards you before taking your hand in his. Just like the last time, he takes your left one, moving it towards him. He smiles at your hand.

No rings this time around, he thinks to himself before placing a delicate kiss onto your skin.

You feel your cheeks redden at his touch and whatever feelings you’ve harboured for him over the last three years all come rushing back. His touch still feels the same, delicate but purposeful.

He gently lets go of your hand before taking the seat opposite you. You’re still shell shocked that he’s actually here, which is why you can only muster up a, “Hi.”

Charles laughs to himself a little.

“Hi, [Y/N]”.

It falls silent between the two of you. Charles gives you the space to figure out what the fuck is going on while he flicks through the menu for a drink.

You take the opportunity to take in his appearance. He looks good, if not better than the last time. His face is slightly more mature and he’s let his moustache and stubble grow a little longer this time. He’s a little bulkier, clearly he’s been lifting more weights in the gym. His hair looks the same, long and silky. And he’s sporting a tan thanks to the French summer. He dresses better than he did before.

Charles smiles as he’s reading the menu, clearly aware that your eyes are fixated on him, glancing over every inch of his body that you can see. He looks up from the menu and looks at you, still smiling. He’s confident in himself, he knows he’s in control and he seems to be enjoying it.

Embarrassed that you’ve been caught staring, you clear throat and decide to speak your first words of the date.

“Ho-How are you? You look good,” you manage to squeak out.

Fuck, that was embarrassing. Is that it?

Charles chuckles to himself once more before it’s his turn to eye you up. His eyes take in your loose curls that are falling delicately over your shoulders. Your face looks the same, no difference to the last time he saw you. Still so beautiful. You’re rocking a summer tan too. And as for your body, well your breasts look incredible in that peach fitted dress. You didn’t look good, you looked phenomenal.

“I’m good. And you? You’re looking good too but I’m not surprised,” Charles replies.

You blush a little at his comment. “Yeah, I’m fine”.

Taking one last look at the menu, Charles closes it before looking at you. Giving you his full attention.

“How long ago did you find out that it was me you were going on a date with?”

“Erm, about- about thirty minutes ago,” you stutter.

Charles shakes his head. “Fucking Pierre,” he mutters to himself.

“How- how long ago did you know it was me?” you ask ever so quietly.

“About three weeks ago,” he watches for your reaction before continuing, “Look, I don’t want to do this here. And I’m sure you don’t want to do this here either. Let’s go back to my place”.

Without even thinking, you nod. And as Charles stands up from his chair, he puts his hand out for you to hold. His touch is so warm. He smiles at you softly before leading you out of the restaurant into the warm Summer evening.

He’s still holding your hand as he waves down a taxi. As you climb inside, Charles’ hand finds his way to your thigh as he gives his address to the taxi driver.

You can’t help but look at his hand on your thigh. It all feels so surreal. He’s being so nice to you after everything that happened and he’s going against everything that Pierre had said about Charles being hurt by an ex. But maybe Charles had changed, maybe he didn’t hate you that much after how things ended between the two of you.

As your drive through the Parisian streets, Charles’ hand remains on you thigh. And it’s Charles who breaks the silence between you.

“How was New York?”

Your head immediately turns towards him. His expression impossible to read. Confused, you answer him.

“Charles, I never went to New York”.

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loveesiren · 16 days ago

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Doing It All For Us (Pt. 13)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Y/n has a little scare but it's not as bad as what's to come...

Warnings: Fluff, braxton hicks

Word Count: 4.3k+

Rafe blinked awake, his vision blurred as his face was pressed deep into the pillow. He reached for his phone, low growl spilling from his throat as he tried to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and unlocked his screen. The clock read 12:15. "Shit..." He muttered.

"Good afternoon, sleepy head!" You cood from the bathroom door.

Rafe rolled on his side and took in the sight of you. "Beautiful girl..." He hummed. You looked flawless in a flowing white sundress, strappy wedges, and a tan sun hat sitting atop your head. You had neutral colors for your make up today which made your Y/E/C eyes pop. "How are you this perfect?"

You smirked at his compliment. "Get up, baby. Topper and Kelce want to meet at the club."

Rafe gathered his thoughts, still lost in the beauty that stood before him. Shit, he had to meet Courtney to pick out a ring. He got up and pulled on his jeans. "You go ahead, sweetheart. I have to help my dad with something."

"Are you sure?" You asked, putting your earrings in. "I can come with if you want."

"No, sweet girl," He said, kissing your temple. "Go. Eat. Have fun. I'll meet you back here later, yeah? Then we'll put on a movie and I'll rub your feet until you fall asleep."

You smiled up at him. "That sounds perfect."

He places a soft, tender kiss to your lips before crouching down to kiss your belly. "Later kid, be good for your momma!"

You chuckled as you watched Rafe leave the room, continuously glancing back to get one last look at you. You took one last look in the mirror before gathering your purse and making your way down stairs. You set the alarm and locked the door before heading to your Benz Truck. Your car. The car you've barely touched since you moved here. You've had the luxury of being chauffeured around by your fiance and friends all year.

You climbed in and noticed you'd need to adjust your seat as your baby bump pressed against the steering wheel. "Been a while," You laughed to yourself. You adjusted the seat to your comfort and checked all your mirrors. You felt really...independent. And you weren't sure if you liked it. You missed Rafe. You wondered what he and his dad were up to today. But, to be honest, you needed a break from everything going on and lunch with your friends sounded great. You started the car and took off.

Rafe stepped off the ferry and scanned the crowd, spotting Courtney pretty quickly. "Hey Court," He greeted.

"So you really proposed to my best friend on a whim? No plan, no ring? You're supposed to let me help you plan!" She scolded.

Rafe chuckled. "I'm sorry. I couldn't wait."

"So where'd you do it?" Courtney asked as they began walking towards the town.

"In my room at the Bahama house. She puked the whole plane ride there, poor thing. She was so tired when we got there we just went straight to my room." He said, purposely leaving out the part about the gold. He'd save that for another time. "She just looked so beautiful in the late sun, I couldn't wait."

"That girl could turn into an ogre and you'd still call her beautiful," Courtney laughed.

"Nothing could take away her beauty." Rafe said softly, picturing your face in his mind. God he missed you. It hadn't even been two hours.

Courtney grabbed Rafe's hand and dragged him towards the jewelry store. "Come on, lover boy. She deserves a proper proposal and a fat diamond!"

Rafe owned nice jewelry. Gold chains, nice watches, his signature signet ring. But he had never, ever bought jewelry for a girl until you walked into his life. The diamond R necklace he had gifted you was something he stumbled upon on a TikTok. Now obviously, that jewelry was cheap and he'd never let a $5 zinc necklace touch your perfect skin. So he had a necklace custom made for you. But this was different. This was huge. This was a symbol of the love he had for you. Something you'd wear proudly for the rest of your life making it known you were taken. Owned. A Cameron.

He was overwhelmed with all the gleaming rocks reflecting in the glass cases. He didn't know where to begin. He followed Courtney, looking where she looked, trying to take mental notes of things she pointed out on each ring.

"And who are we shopping for today?" The store clerk asked. "Ah, aren't you Ward Cameron's son? Rafe?"

"Uh, yes ma'am." Rafe replied, caught off guard.

"We're looking for the perfect engagement ring for my best friend!" Courtney squealed. "Uh, his girlfriend." Courtney gestured to Rafe.

"Fiance," Rafe corrected.

"Oh yeah, he proposed without a ring. Can you believe that?! Now I have to help him find the perfect one!"

"Well, congratulations! I'd love to help you find the right one. My name is Renee." The clerk said kindly. "Tell me about your fiance!"

"Oh no, here we go..." Courtney said under her breath but still smiling as she looked up at Rafe.

Rafe eyes were bright and he beamed with excitement. "She's immaculate. She's beautiful, like a goddess, especially when the sun hits her eyes, they shine like diamonds. Her voice is like honey, soft and sweet. I could listen to her talk all day. And her smile..wow..out of this world. She brightens up the whole room, no, the whole event! You can feel her presence when she's near. She's strong, like a lion. Vicious when she needs to be. Bat shit crazy and insanely fun. I've never been bored around her. She's resilient. She's like hypnotic when she moves her body and -"

"Okay, big guy!" Courtney says, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm gonna stop you right there."

Renee chuckles. "Absolutely smitten with her, I see."

"She's my everything." Rafe smiles softly.

"Follow me," Renee says, gesturing them over towards a case in the back of the store. "Now, I don't usually show these to our younger customers, this is our priciest collection, but it is also our nicest, and guaranteed to last a lifetime. Longer than a lifetime. If she is buried in this ring, it will still be perfect centuries from now."

Rafe winced at the thought of you buried in the dirt. He didn't like that image. But he knew he'd be right beside you if you were.

"But seeing as you are a Cameron, and absolutely over the moon for this woman, I thought I'd let you take a peek."

Rafe stared down at the absolute stunning 20-karat emerald cut diamond ring that sat before him. It was perfect. It was perfect like you.

"Now, I also have some lovely options over here, a bit smaller, but bold with personality-"

"I'll take it." Rafe said, cutting Renee off and stopping Courtney in her tracks.

"Son, this ring goes for one million dollars," Renee chuckles.

"Rafe, I know you're rich but shit dude you don't have to drop a milli on this ring. She'll be happy if you gave her a piece of string, dude." Courtney said.

Rafe smiled, thinking about all the money he now had. "This is the one. I'll take it."

"So Rafe really proposed? No ring or anything? And you said yes?" Topper asks once again.

You laugh as you swallow the last bite of your salmon. "Sure did! I don't need a ring. I just need him."

"He still has to get a ring though, I mean come on!" Kelce added.

"You know what's funny? Before I moved here, before I met Rafe, I was so materialistic. I suppose I still am with some things. But all the guys I dated in high school always got me expensive jewelry and bags and all that shit. I loved it. It made me feel loved and powerful. Like I was better than everyone else. But now? Now, I don't know. Rafe makes me feel loved in different ways...better ways. If we lost all our money tomorrow and had to live on the cut, I'd be okay with it. As long as I was with him."

Kelce and Topper smile. It took everything in them not to tell you Rafe was out looking for a ring right now.

"Well boys, this has been lovely. But a bitch is tired and I need a nap." You say with a smile as you begin to gather your things and stand up. The boys stand up with you, ready to walk you to your car.

You gasped loudly, falling back into your seat and clutching your stomach. "Fuck!" You screamed.

"Y/n? What's wrong?!" Kelce asked, both boys quickly by your side.

You took a few breaths. "I - ah! I don't know!" You had a sharp pain in your abdomen that you hadn't experienced before. "I-I think something's wrong - ow, fuck! - with the baby!"

"Okay, let's get you to the hospital now." Topper said, scooping you up in his arms and rushing towards the exit. Kelce grabbed your things and followed suit. Topper got you in the car, sliding in beside as Kelce drove as quickly as possible.

You were trying your best to breathe but you were terrified. You weren't even in your third trimester yet. You couldn't be in labor could you? "Call...Rafe..." You said between breaths.

"On it," Topper said as he took out his phone to call Rafe.

Rafe pulled out his phone, signing the last signature on the paperwork for your ring. "It's Top," he says to Courtney.

"He better not of squealed." She sighed as she took the bag from Renee's hand, thanking her for all her help.

"What's up, Top?" Rafe said as he answered the phone.

"Dude! Something is wrong with Y/n and the baby!"

"What?! What do you mean?!" Rafe stood up quickly and ran out of the store.

Courtney grabbed the ring and stored it safely in her backpack before running out after him.

"I don't know dude! Everything was fine and then she just like toppled over in pain. We're on our way to the hospital right now."

"Rafe, hurry!" He heard your pained voice cry out in the background.

"I-I'm on my way! I'll be there soon, baby, I promise!" Rafe said before the call disconnected.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Rafe said, pacing back and forth.

"What's going on?!" Courtney asked.

"Y/n's in pain. Something with the baby. Fuck I need to get there now but the ferry is two fucking hours, I-"

"Dude! I took my dad's helicopter here! It's just a mile up the road, come on!" Courtney said.

Rafe breathed a slight sigh of relief before they both took off running.

"Renaldo!" Courtney called as she approached the helipad.

"Ms. Fields, are-"

"We have to go now! It's an emergency!" Courtney yelled.

"Okay, okay! Let's go!" Renaldo responded. "We'll be there in about 15 to 20 minutes, Ms. Fields."

Rafe's leg was shaking with anxiety as they flew over the water. Extremely grateful in this moment that he was friends with Courtney. Her dad was one of a handful of people on the island that owned a personal helicopter to use at their disposal. 15 minutes. He reminded himself, but it still felt like hours.

"We can land pretty close to the hospital. We'll be there soon!" Courtney reassured him.

Rafe chewed on his finger, a million thoughts going through his head. Was the baby okay? Were you okay? He felt guilty for not being by your side. The one time he leaves the island something horrible had to happen.

The second the helicopter touched the ground, Rafe hopped out and started running. Courtney thanked her pilot and took off after him. They made it to the hospital in record time and Rafe burst through the front doors, almost breaking them off their hinges.

"Y/n Y/l/n! My fiance! Wh-where is she?!" He asked the nurse at the front desk, causing a scene in the waiting room.

"Let's see here..." The nurse said as she grabbed her clipboard and looked over names.

"Now!" Rafe demanded.

"Sir, do not give me attitude. I'm trying -" She was quickly cut off by Topper's voice.

"Rafe! She's in here!"

Rafe discarded the nurse and ran to your room. There you sat, once again in a hospital bed for a horrifying reason. He never wanted to see you in a hospital again unless it was for the birth of your baby. But you were sitting up, smiling and talking to the nurse.

Rafe walked in slowly, chest heaving and sweat soaking through his shirt from the anxiety and running. "Baby...What's going on? Are you okay?" He asked, coming to your side and taking your hand.

You smiled at him. "I'm okay, baby. I promise. So is Wolfie."

Rafe was confused. He had prepared himself for the worst but nothing seemed to be wrong. Still, he checked over you for anything out of place which made you giggle.

"Braxton hicks," The nurse chimed in.

"Brax...what?" Rafe asked, as he leveled his breathing.

"Braxton hicks. They are essentially false contractions. Definitely scary if you aren't sure what they are, but they are harmless. All is okay. We gave her some medicine for the pain. I just have to finish up a bit of paperwork and she should be set to go home." The nurse smiled and excused herself from the room.

Rafe breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his forehead to yours, placing one hand on your swollen belly. "So you're okay? You're both okay?"

You laid your hand on top of Rafe's. "We're okay, baby. I promise. Just tired. I'm about ready for that foot rub." You teased which pulled a smile out of Rafe.

"Topper and Kelce went to get your car."

"Where's your truck?" You ask, wondering how he got here.

"Uh...it's at the dock."

You furrowed your brows. "The dock? Were you on the mainland?"

"I'll tell you later, baby. I promise. For now, let's get you home and keep you off your feet for a few days."

You wondered what exactly was going on, but everything had been so crazy lately and quite frankly, you were exhausted. All that mattered was that Rafe was here now.

Rafe drove your car home while you relaxed in the passenger seat, trailing your fingers over the sensitive skin of your stomach. Wolf was kicking ever so lightly, also tired from his big day.

Rafe hopped out of the car and quickly came to your side, as he always did. He helped you out of the car, grabbing all your things and walking you to the door.

"Are you hungry, sweet girl?" He asked as you entered the house.

"A little." You admitted. "Can we just order in and watch a movie?"

"Of course, baby. You go on upstairs, I'll be up in a minute, okay?"

"Okay," You agreed with a smile and headed up to your room. You worked on getting out of your clothes and taking off your make up before settling into bed and scrolling Netflix.

Rafe took out his phone to order food and call his dad.

W: Hello?

R: Dad, hey.

W: Hey, son. How's Y/n?

R: She's okay. The baby is okay.

W: Good. That's good.

R: Uh, hey dad? The gold is secured right?

W: Yes, son, it is. Why?

R: Ahah..Uhhh I kind of got Y/n a ring today.

W: That's great!

R: Yeah, I'm excited to give it to her, but uh...

W: But what, Rafe?

R: It was kind of....a million dollars.

W: Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck!"

R: Hey a milli isn't that bad now that we have the gold right?!

W: *sigh* Atleast you're marrying rich.

R: I'm not marrying her for money, dad.

W: I know, son. I know. Just, uhh...Yeah. The gold is secured. Just go take care of your fiance and my grandson, okay?

R: On it, dad. I love you.

Rafe hung up the phone and smiled. He walked upstairs to find you in the bathroom, rubbing lotion on your swollen belly while your silky pink pajamas clung loosely to your skin. You were humming softly as you cradled your belly. He leaned his head against the doorframe of the bathroom and smiled as he soaked in your beauty.

"Hey, mamas," He said softly.

You turned to look at him and smiled. He'd never seen such glowing beauty before. Your face was bare, your hair pulled back, there you stood, swollen with his child. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Like a thousand summer sunsets. This was all his. His family. He did everything for you.

"Hi, Rafey," You beamed. You smiled as Rafe stepped behind you and placed his hands on your belly, admiring how much you've grown. "It's funny to think how just a year ago I was the new girl on the island. And now we're about to be a family."

Rafe buried his face in your neck, inhaling your soft scent. "You're a dream come true." He whispered. He slowly removed one hand from your belly and reached into his back pocket. "Do you remember how I asked you to marry me in The Bahamas?"

"How could I forget being proposed to?" You giggled.

"Yeah, well, that's not how I planned to do it."

"Has anything we've ever done gone according to plan?" You chuckled.

"Nope. And I really haven't planned out the rest of our lives yet either."

"Planning isn't for everyone." You reassured him.

Rafe hesitated. He could give you the ring right now. He knew you'd be happy either way. But he paused and thought for a moment. "Are you free this Saturday, my love?"

"Hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule." You teased.

Rafe laughed and picked you up, carrying you to bed. He had ordered some Chinese food but by the time it got there, you were already out. He took out his phone and texted Courtney, Topper, and Kelce.

This Saturday, at the club. Plan a party. I'm going to really propose to her. On the beach. Please help me set it up.

Rafe waited a few minutes before he heard his phone buzz.

We got you.

Rafe had been so weird this week. But not in a bad way. Just very excited about Saturday and you couldn't figure out why.

Rafe was out and Courtney had come over, insisting on helping you get ready. They weren't very good at hiding things. Rafe obviously had a surprise date planned but you played along.

"I think this is the one!" Courtney squealed as she pulled out a deep navy blue, silk dress from your closet. It was a maxi dress that would definitely be blowing in the breeze. A low cut front and long lacey sleeves.

"I'm not sure Wolfie will fit in that." You teased.

"Oh sure he will! Come on!"

You let Courtney work her magic of getting you into the dress and doing your make up. This must be some date Rafe had planned. However, you were happy and excited to see what he had in store for you.

Courtney put the finishing touches on your outfit, including a small tiara that she laced through your hair. "Is all this really necessary?" You asked.

"Yes! You look beautiful!" She said. Her phone chimed and she quickly rushed to check it. "Your ride is here!"

She handed you your bag to match your dress and walked you downstairs. You continued to act oblivious, knowing that one of the guys were here to pick you up and take you to your special date. Once you stepped outside, you did your routine of locking the door and setting the alarm. Courtney walked you to the end of your driveway and you faltered when you took in the site before you.

A horse-drawn carriage sat in the street in front of your house and your fiance stepped out to greet you. "Care for a ride down the beach?" Rafe asked.

You were in awe at the gesture. His slicked back hair and dark navy suit had your knees weak. Courtney handed you off to Rafe and kissed your cheek. "I'll see you later! You two kids have fun!" She said before running off.

Rafe helped you into the carriage and you sat, speechless.

"Rafe..." You began. "Rafe what are we doing?"

Rafe wrapped an arm around you. "Oh, you know, just going on a casual date." He teased.

You didn't question it. You snuggled up to Rafe as the horses made their way to the beach. You listened to the waves crash against the shore and enjoyed the twinkling stars in the sky as you laid on Rafe's lap, enjoying the feeling of his palm against your belly.

Eventually, the horses stopped and you sat up. "Will you join me on the beach for a second?" Rafe asked. You agreed and let him help you out of the carriage. He held you close as you walked down the sand, standing slightly in the water as the waves washed over your feet.

"This is beautiful, Rafe." You told him. "Thank you."

"The night's far from over, my darling." He told you.

You turned to look at him, the moonlight illuminating his features perfectly and you could swear you were melting on the spot at the sight of him, ready for the ocean to take you away.

"I asked you to be my wife on a whim. I truly meant it. I did. But it wasn't what I planned." Rafe began.

You smiled but remained quiet.

"Before I met you, Y/n, I was falling apart. I-I didn't care about anything anymore. Then you came into my life and turned my world upside down. I've never met someone so...insane." He chuckled. "In a good way."

You frowned for a moment, looking back on all the pain you've caused.

"You're the only person I've ever felt true love for. You and our son," He said, placing his hand on your belly once again. "I want to give you the world and so much more."

You smiled up at him, enjoying the breeze in your hair and appreciating the way it messed up his. Rafe reached into his back pocket and slowly got down on one knee.

"I know I already asked..." He began. You took a step back. "But I wanted to do it right. You are God herself, Y/n. I can't live without you. I need you like I need air to breathe. I'm so grateful you chose me and I just want you to know...I'll always choose you. Will you marry me?"

He opened a small black box, revealing a huge diamond. You fought for air for a moment as you took in the sight of it. How did that thing even fit in that tiny box?

"R-Rafe..." You were at a loss for words. "Rafe...what?!"

"Please? Please marry me. I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

You stood speechless for yet another second. "Rafe, yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

The shine of his smile could be seen from outer space. He took your left hand and placed the rock on your finger. You'd never seen such a beautiful piece of jewelry.

"Rafe, you didn't have to-"

"Shut up," He said, standing up and pressing his lips firmly against yours. You kissed him back deeply. You had never been so happy in your life. You could even feel little Wolfie kicking.

You were over the moon about the little family you were creating. Nothing could take this from you.

"Come on, I have one more surprise." Rafe said, leading you back to the carriage and helping you inside. You weren't sure how this night could get more perfect.

You were all over Rafe as the horses took you to your next destination. When you pulled up to the club, you assumed you were about to sit down for a nice dinner. But as you stepped out of the carriage, the sound of cheering patrons led you to believe it was something much bigger.

Rafe helped you out of the carriage and held your left hand up. "She said yes!" He screamed and the whole crowd cheered.

Before you knew it, Courtney was running to you, wrapping you up in a bear hug. "You're getting married, bitch!" She squealed. She was in an entirely new outfit than she was from helping you get ready. You knew she had helped plan this. So did Kelce and Topper by the way they weren't surprised in the slightest, greeting you with warm hugs and praise.

You all walked into the club with smiles on your faces. You clung to Rafe's arm happily knowing that all the people here were supporting the two of you.

"Let me see the ring!" A swarm of women come up to you. You happily showed off the giant rock on your finger.

"Congratulations, you two." Ward said as him and Rose approached you. Rose gave you a hug, Wheezie soon following her as Ward patted Rafe on the back. "Y/n, there's someone here to see you." Ward said, motioning in the direction behind you.

You turned around and your jaw dropped. "D-Dad?"

"Hey, Sunflower," Your dad said softly.

You couldn't help the tears running down your face as you embraced your father in a hug. You hadn't seen him in months and here he was, standing in front of you.

"I can't believe you're here!" You said happily.

"Let's sit, for a second." Your dad said, helping you to an empty table nearby while other guests mingled amongst themselves. You sat back and relaxed, taking a deep breath as you rested your hands on your belly. You realized you hadn't had a moment to breathe in a while. "Look at you," Your dad started.

"Look at me!" You joked.

"A lot happened while I was away."

"Yeah," You sighed. "How do you feel?"

"About you and Rafe? About...this?" He asked, gesturing to your swollen belly. "It's every father's dream and nightmare." He chuckled. "But seeing you this happy...clean and happy. It's great. I see you've been taken care of and that's all I could ever want."

"Thanks, dad." You smiled. "So how was-"

"Rafe Cameron!" You were quickly cut off by Shoupe's voice as he entered the club with two other cops. "You're under arrest for the murder of Sheriff Peterkin!"

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Never Been You

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Warnings: Angst, Demon Dean, Kidnapping, Violence, Mature Themes, Demon Dean Being an Absolute Dick

Following S10 E2, S10 E3 (of course with my twist!)

I got carried away so this is a hella long one for you guys!

"you need to get to Beulah North Dakota now!" I rushed out to Castiel who was on the other end of the phone call.

"I do?"

"yes, Crowley and Dean were there, we have to pick up their trail."

I looked over to see Sam in the truck hunched over in pain.

"good, great."

I felt the emotions wash over me for what felt like the thousandth time since seeing the footage of Dean, our Dean, sporting black eyes. Castiel has no idea.

"Not exactly, Cas, Dean's a Demon." I said feeling the unshed tears slip from my eyes.

"Dean's a Demon? How?"

"It's the mark Cas, it messed him up, I don't know." I cried.

"that's a vast understatement." Castiel grumbled.

"look Cas, I know you're not feeling so hot right now, but I need you, it’s sort of an all hands on deck situation, so…"

"so I'll be there."

I hopped back in the truck I had rescued Sam in and continued to drive to North Dakota. I played through every scenario in mind of how this could go, and none of them ended well.

I needed to find Dean, I needed to help him.

"I got a lead, disturbance at a night club, a rowdy patron beat a security guard senseless. It sounds like a demon thing to do." Sam said looking at his phone.

"I guess let's check it out then."

It was still daytime when we were pulling up to the strip club.

Of course Dean would end up here.

"think that's the guy?" I asked Sam, looking at a muscular security guard who was wearing a sling identical to Sam's and had two black eyes.

"I would say it's a safe bet."

I stopped the truck hopping out, followed by Sam.

"excuse me sir, is this the guy who attacked you last night?" Sam asked straight forward, showing a picture of Dean.

"that's the guy, I called 911 but he was gone before they showed up."

Damn.

I didn't expect him to still be here, but it felt like a blow to the gut to actually hear it.

"that dude get to you too?" He asked Sam referencing his sling.

"uh no, this uh is just a hunting accident." Sam responded.

"would you do us a favor, if this guy shows back up, please give us a call." I said producing a fake FBI business card with my number on it.

"you bet."

"thanks."

I ran a hand through my hair with a huff before getting back in the truck.

"what now?" I asked, feeling the tears prick at my eyes again.

I couldn't bare the thought of Dean actually being a demon.

"I don't know." Sam said in defeat.

I drove the truck to a nearby motel, renting us a room. Sam had been through hell, he needed to rest. I helped him lay down on the bed, noticing his eyes get instantly heavy.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to get something out of the truck." I told him, rushing outside.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard a voice that made my blood boil with anger.

"hello there love."

I turned around to see Crowley with a smirk on his face.

"did ya miss me?"

I huffed in anger, reaching behind me to pull a blade from my belt loop.

"oh so much." I growled.

"easy now, I know you're here for Dean, and I'm here to give him to you."

Is this a trick?

I could never truly trust Crowley.

"I don't understand."

"you see he's bad for business, he's.. he's become uncontrollable, must be the mark.." Crowley trails off with a smirk.

"anywho Dean's your problem now, again, forever." Crowley added.

"then where the hell is he?" I snapped, not being able to contain my anger towards the king of hell.

"ah ah, first there's a small matter of my finders fee."

"nothing ever comes free with you, wouldn't have expected anything less."

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I hesitantly walk in to the bar not knowing what to expect. I didn't even tell Sam where I was going. I knew he didn't have the strength to fight, and I didn't want him to get hurt.

"hiya angel." Dean said looking up at me with a smirk.

I felt my breathing get heavy as I looked at him. It was Dean in the flesh, but this thing was so far from Dean. Dean was brave, he was kind, Dean cared.

"I told you to let me go." Dean said picking up his glass of whiskey and sipping it.

"you know I can't do that Dean."

He smirked, taking another sip.

"by the way, your pal Crowley, he sold you out, didn't take him much." I said stepping a bit closer.

"sounds like him."

"Dean, we can cure demons, don't you remember that?" I asked taking another step closer.

Dean picked up the first blade, walking past me in a threatening manner.

"a little latin, lot of blood, yeah it rings a bell. but did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed."

"Dean that was Crowley, you don't know what you're doing."

"that's what you think." Dean said pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

"well it doesn't matter Dean, whatever happened, whatever went down, we will fix it." I said cautiously taking another step towards him.

"Oh will we? Meanwhile I'm doing all I can to not come over there and rip your throat out."

"Dean you don't mean that."

"I'm giving you a chance to run sweetheart, better take it." Dean threatened.

"I'll pass." I said quickly.

“I'm not walking out that door with you, I'm just not, so what are you going to do angel, huh? Are you going to kill me?" Dean asked.

I felt a chill run down my spine at the way he called me angel. It was laced with venom.

"I didn't come here to kill you."

"why? you have no idea what I've done, in fact I might have it coming."

"I don't care Dean, you're my best friend, and I'm here to take you home. I'm here to save you."

I wanted to admit so much more to him.

I wanted to tell him that it's because I was in love with him and couldn't imagine my life without him in it. I was worried now that I wouldn't get the chance too.

I heard Dean start to chuckle.

"save me? why would you want to save me? it's never been you, you know." Dean said taking a sip.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Dean got up sauntering his way over to me. I instinctively took a step back, not trusting him. I soon found out though, the more distance I tried to put between us the closer he got. I raised my hand up putting it on his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

Dean smirked at me before twisting my arm and bringing his hand up to my throat. He pinned me to the wall a twisted look in his eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine, he was getting pleasure out of this.

"I see the way you look at me, the way you lust for me, you want me." Dean smirked.

I glared at him, trying to turn my face away, his hold on my throat getting tighter.

"you don't want to kill me because you're in love with me, and you have been for quite some time, haven't you?"

I couldn't speak, Dean's hold on me was too tight. I furrowed my eyebrows as if to convey he wasn't right, even though he was.

"and its never been you for me.. you see while you've been trying to find me, trying to save me, i've been fucking everything with a heartbeat." Dean growled.

I could feel the tears brim my eyes as his words cut in to me. I knew he was just trying to hurt me, but part of me wondered if that's how Dean actually felt.

He let go of my throat, shoving me to the floor. I instantly stood back up taking out the handcuffs from my back pocket.

"you really think those are going to work sweetheart?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"well there's one way to find out."

As I took a step forward, the window shattered and the entire room started filling with smoke. I looked to my left to see someone had threw a smoke grenade. I felt the air rush from my lungs as I breathed in the smoke. I put my shirt over my mouth and nose, trying to find an exit. I started to cough, as my vision got blurry.

I finally found the emergency exit, pushing it open. I saw the silhouette of a man on the other side as I collapsed from smoke inhalation. He struck me across the face hard, causing me to fall back to the ground, hitting my head in the process.

I was seeing stars as I sat clutching my bleeding head. Dean came out glaring the man down. I heard them exchange some words, but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.

I noticed myself start to slip in and out of consciousness.

I saw them start to fight, Dean clearly having the upper hand.

I felt like my head was on fire, as I glanced up seeing Dean holding the first blade to the guys neck. He was going to kill him. I was surprised when he dropped him, tucking the blade back in to his pocket. I tried to muster up any strength I could to get up, but my body was betraying me. Dean walked over to me, a sick grin etched on to his face as he swayed his hips.

"Dean please." I choked out.

"time to sleep now baby."

Dean raised his hand striking me, and that's the last thing I remember before my world went dark.

****************************************************

I was in agonizing pain as I fluttered my eyelashes open. I panicked as I couldn't move my body. I looked down to see my arms and legs were bound to a wooden chair. I gathered from my surroundings that I was in some kind of warehouse, but I didn't recognize where.

"oh good, you're awake."

Dean came over crouching in front of me so we were eye level.

"let me go." I growled.

"can't do that angel." He said caressing my cheek.

I quickly moved my head away, causing his hand to fall.

"you don't want to provoke me." Dean growled.

"or what? you're going to kill me?"

Dean gave a sickly sweet smile. He leaned in close whispering in my ear.

"or you're going to wish you were dead."

"I'm not scared of you Dean." I snapped.

Dean lets out a chuckle, standing to his feet.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much, feisty little thing."

"why don't you let me out of these ropes and I'll show you just how feisty I can be."

Dean chuckled again, grabbing a bottle of whiskey taking a sip.

"I don't even know why I'm talking to you, this isn't even the real you." I scoffed.

"oh it's the real me alright, the new real me, the me who sees things for what they actually are."

I scoffed again rolling my eyes at his words.

"hunters, do-gooders, fighting the natural order, well let me tell you something sweetheart people like me, we are the natural order."

"yeah well people like me still gotta do what we can." I growled.

Dean smirked as he crouched back down to my eye level.

"oh don't be so full of yourself baby, cause you see from where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned in to, to what you already are." Dean smirked.

"and what is that supposed to mean?" I growled.

Dean took one hand resting on my cheek, the other on the back of my neck so I couldn't move away from him again.

"I know what you did when you went looking for me, how far you went." Dean whispered, dangerously close to my face.

I felt the guilt sink back in.

I just kept telling myself I did what I had to in order to find Dean. I felt my breathing quicken as Dean came in closer, practically brushing his lips against mine.

"so let me ask you baby, which one of us is really the monster?"

I felt the tears brimming my lashes as Dean stared at me. Dean smirked as he stood back up.

"Now you and Sammy were trying to get a twenty on Crowley and me from any demon you could snag, but Crowley didn't want to be found, and no one showed when you summoned. But you my angel, you found your own way didn't you?"

I was ridden with guilt as I remembered how I tricked Lester in to summoning a demon to make a deal.

"You would've liked to have gotten there before the deal went down but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester did you? Oh and just so you know, I uh killed Lester myself." Dean smirked as if it were funny.

"I never meant.." I started to choke out but Dean cut me off.

"who cares what you meant, that line that we thought was so clear between us and the things we hunted, ain't so clear is it?" Dean yelled.

I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling.

"wow, you know, you might actually be worse then me. I mean you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and his soul, nice work baby." Dean said crouching back down.

I spit in his face, the anger I was feeling towards him boiling over. Dean angrily wiped his face off with the hem of his shirt.

"there's no point in trying to bring your best friend back now." Dean growled.

"oh I’ll bring him back, if it's the last thing I do." I growled.

"In fact, your uh guilt ridden, weight-of-the-world best friend, has been M.I.A. for quite some time now. I have to say though, I'm loving the new model, lean, mean, Dean."

I rolled my eyes turning my head away from him.

"I can't believe you're still trying! I mean, I couldn't wait to get away from you. I chose the king of hell over you! I guess I was just tired of having to coddle you, always having to yank your ass out of the fire. Do you ever stop to think that just your very existence sucks the life out of my life?" Dean said.

I could feel the tears run down my cheeks as he spoke.

"this isn't my best friend talking, he would never say those things." I spoke, more for my benefit than for his.

"you never had a best friend, just an excuse for wimping out, and guess what angel, I quit."

"no, you don't get to quit, we don't quit, okay you and me Dean we're bonded whether you like it or not, and this bond is all that we've got." I cried.

"well then we've got nothing." Dean smirked.

I looked down at the floor, praying that Sam had noticed I was gone. I was praying to Castiel to come find me. I knew if it came down to it, I couldn't kill Dean, even if it meant he'd kill me. I was praying for another solution.

I heard the door open and the sound of heeled footsteps against the floor.

"you brought us a play thing?"

I looked up to see a female, she wore black eyes similar to Deans.

"not us, mine." Dean growled at the girl who took a step closer to me.

"but I want to play too." she smirked coming over to me, brushing a piece of hair off my bare shoulder.

I shivered at her touch, trying to move away with what limited space I had.

"I said no." Dean growled.

I glanced up meeting Dean's eyes and for a second, just a second, I could see he wasn't totally gone.

"have you gone soft on us Winchester?"

"ha, not even, but you see that one's kind of a special project of mine, and I want to kill her myself." Dean smirked staring at me.

"okay, then I won't kill her."

As she said this, she shoved the chair back, causing me to hit my head on the concrete below. I grunted as the air was knocked out of my lungs.

"I'll just hurt her." she laughed.

"Dean please." I pleaded, struggling to breathe.

"Dean's gone." the woman whispered, running a hand through my hair.

"Dean I know you're in there. I'm begging you. I always rely on you because I know I can. Dean you're the most selfless person I know. I know that somewhere inside you still care. I know you don't want to hurt me Dean." I cried.

As I was putting on my show, I managed to wiggle one of my arms free. I reached around to grab my blade that was hidden in my belt loop, but I didn't feel anything.

"are you looking for this?" she smirked, inspecting the demon blade.

"go back to hell where you belong." I snapped.

"nice show, even almost had me fooled for a second." I heard her laugh.

She held the blade to my cheek. I could feel my breathing quicken as she ran the blade down my cheek towards my neck. She pressed in just enough to draw a small trickle of blood. I looked past her to try to reason with Dean again but I didn't see him.

I suddenly felt blood splatter on my face. It was coming from the woman's mouth as Dean plunged the first blade deeper in to her spine. I watched the life leave her eyes in an instant. Dean grunted as he ripped the blade out, her now lifeless body slumping over my own. He threw her body off of me, picking the chair back up.

He started to pace around the room as if he wasn’t sure what just happened.

"look what you made me do!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, let me go, and then I can help you." I whimpered weakly.

Dean glared at me, his eyes going black before flashing back to his normal green ones. Dean growled, opening the door to the room before slamming it shut leaving me alone.

I had to get out of here. I noticed my blade still on the ground, just a few feet from where I sat. If I can get to it, I can cut myself free.

I leaned over as far as I could, causing the chair to tip over sideways. I once again smacked my head on the concrete as I fell. I groaned at the impact but shook it off, using my free arm to pull myself closer to the knife. I reached out my arm, my fingers just barely grazing the handle.

"come on!" I exclaimed, trying to grip it again.

I finally managed to wrap my fingers around the handle of the blade. I breathed a momentary sigh of relief, cutting my other arm free from the ropes than cutting my ankles free. I stood up weakly looking for an exit. I took my sleeve, wiping the blood off my face.

I wasn't sure how much of it was hers, and how much of it was my own.

I finally saw a red exit sign. I mustered up all my strength sprinting over to it. I put my hand on the door, but suddenly stopped.

I couldn't leave him.

I wouldn't.

I was debating with myself when I heard a loud growl. Dean must've come back and noticed I was gone.

"you're coming home whether you like it or not." I whispered, running through the warehouse.

I could hear Dean walking after me, opening doors as he went. It was eery how calm he walked.

"come on baby, don't you want to hang out with me, spend a little quality time." Dean yelled.

I quieted my breathing as I found the keys to the electrical room. I moved quietly against the walls towards the room.

I heard Dean kick down some doors, growling every time I wasn't behind one of them. I managed to get to the electrical room. I fumbled with the keys trying to unlock the door.

"fuck" I muttered in frustration.

I finally got in, and immediately pulled every switch I could, killing the power.

"that's smart angel, but now I know where to find you." Dean growled as he rushed towards where I was.

I hid against the wall waiting for him. I heard him enter quietly, looking around for me.

"come on out angel, you're just making things worse for yourself." Dean growled.

I rushed over to the door, just as Dean threw the switches back, restarting the power.

"now this is me yanking your ass out of the fire." I spit slamming the door and locking him inside.

I heard Dean chuckle.

"this is your big plan, locking me in?"

"Dean, just please come with me and we can cure you." I said holding out my demon blade.

It was completely silent.

"Dean?"

I jumped in fright as Dean banged on the door, slowly splitting the wood.

"you act like I wanna be cured, personally I like the disease." Dean growled, using a hammer he found to break the door down.

"Dean stop! I don't want to use this blade on you!" I yelled holding it out further in front of my body.

"that sucks for you doesn't it angel, cause you really mean that." Dean smirked, hitting the door with the hammer again.

"Dean if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice." I whimpered, choking back tears.

"oh sure you will, and I know which one you'll make, isn't that right baby?" Dean growled smacking the door harder.

I knew the door wouldn't hold him much longer.

"I'm lucky though, cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you, ain't gonna be a choice at all." Dean growled continuing to break the door down.

I felt the tears streaming down my face at this point. I could see the door giving way. I turned around sprinting away before it broke completely. I heard one last loud bang before the door gave way. Dean's heavy footsteps were once again behind me.

"come on angel, lets kiss and make up. I'm tired of playing let's finish this game." Dean growled.

I leaned against the wall taking a deep breath. I didn't have the strength to continue. I knew I was no match for him.

I glanced down the corridor where I thought Dean was coming from. I didn't see him though.

I turned around just in time to see a hammer flying towards my head. I ducked quickly, pushing my demon blade against Dean's throat. I could hear Dean chuckle as he looked at me, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"well, well look at you baby, go on do it." Dean growled leaning in to the knife.

I felt the tears cloud my vision as I slowly dropped the knife.

I couldn't kill him.

I watched as Dean's eyes went black. He gripped my throat throwing me against the wall before slamming me on the ground. I watched him take out the first blade, bringing it above his head.

"Dean I love you."

I closed my eyes, waiting for death to come.

But it didn't.

I opened my eyes to see Dean growling, as if he was fighting an inner battle with himself, a battle for his soul. I caught sight of Castiel sneaking up behind Dean, wrapping him in his arms. Dean growled, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Dean it's over." Cas said his eyes flashing their beautiful blue.

Dean collapsed in CastieI's arms, before I slapped the demon cuffs on him. I felt myself relax as I saw Sam rushing to my side.

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"I'll meet you guys soon, just one thing left to do." I said holding the first blade in my hand.

"Be careful." Sam said placing a kiss on my forehead.

I gave him a nod, watching him get in the impala with Castiel and a still unconscious Dean. I sighed as they pulled away from me.

"you can stop hiding now." I called.

I saw Crowley emerge from the shadows, a smirk on his face as he eyed the blade.

"pleasure doing business with you." He spoke reaching his hand out.

I quickly pulled it out of his reach.

"what are you going to do with it?" I inquired.

"oh toss it in a volcano, leave it on the moon, i'll get creative." He laughed.

I hesitantly eyed him.

"believe me love, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do. he knows I've ratted and he tends to hold a grudge....I don't want to get how you say boned."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"besides a deals a deal."

I huffed before handing the blade over to him.

"I hope you know this doesn't make us square, quite the opposite actually, I swear Crowley if I see you again.." I started but he cut me off.

"oh stop it love, no one likes a tease."

I glared at him one last time before hopping in the truck, starting the drive back to Kansas.

I felt like my head was going to explode from everything that had happened in such a short time. Dean's words replayed in my head on a continuous loop.

It wasn't him, I know that. It didn't make anything he said any less hurtful though.

It's never been you.

You see while you've been trying to find me, trying to save me, I've been fucking everything with a heartbeat.

Do you ever stop to think that just your very existence sucks the life out of my life?

I felt the tears cloud my vision, making the road harder to see. I pulled over to the side of the road and cried. I let out every emotion I'd been holding in.

I cried for Dean, I cried for what he went through. I cried for me. I cried for the strain that this was going to put on our relationship. I just cried.

I didn't know how long I'd been crying but I finally collected myself enough to start driving again. I knew that Sam and Castiel could handle Dean. I'm sure they were already back in Kansas, starting the purified blood cure on Dean.

I didn't even know if I was ready to face him again. I spilled my darkest secret to Dean, fearing that I would be dead and never having the chance to tell him.

Dean didn't kill me though.

He could have very easily, I didn't put up much of a fight.

But he didn't.

I was praying that maybe some part of him felt something for me too.

I managed to make the rest of the drive to Kansas. I pulled up to the bunker, hearing Dean growl as the demon was expelled from his body. I hesitantly walked over seeing him slumped over in a chair, much like I was hours ago. Sam injected another syringe of purified blood in to his arm.

"what the hell are we doing to him guys? I mean even after everything he said he didn't want to be cured, that he didn't want to be human." I spoke, feeling the tears that I was sure I had cried all out, start to rim my eyes once again.

"well, I can see his point, you know, only humans can feel real joy, but also such profound pain." Castiel said staring directly at me while talking about pain.

"I guess this is easier." Sam added.

I was about to respond when Dean groaned, trying to move. He raised his head, showing us his black eyes, before they returned to their shade of green.

Dean groaned hoarsely before exhaling a big breath. He looked at the three of us confused, as if everything was coming back to him.

"you look worried guys." Dean spoke up.

I could feel Dean's eyes stay on me. He stared at me intently. I just hoped I didn't look as broken as I felt.

Castiel, Sam, and I gave each other a look, all wondering the same thing. Was Dean back?

Sam uncapped the holy water throwing it on to Dean's face. I sighed with relief when he didn't have a reaction to it. Sam smiled at us. I was still a little apprehensive as was Castiel.

"Dean, we've missed you." Sam said.

Castiel and Sam unchained Dean, helping him to his feet. I felt like every word I wanted to say was stuck in my throat. Dean stared at me as the boys led him to his room. He was weak, the blood cure taking a lot out of him.

How was I even supposed to talk to him about this?

Castiel and Sam returned quickly after getting Dean settled.

"how's he doing?" I asked the boys.

"he's still a little out of it, but better. I mean I think the blood cure, all of it, it really wrecked him you know." Sam said giving me an apologetic look.

It was silent for a moment.

"on the plus side, he's hungry again so I'm going to go pick us up some food, you guys mind keeping an eye?" Sam added grabbing the keys to the impala.

I nodded my head as he walked out. Castiel was unnaturally quiet.

"what is it Cas?"

"one problem is solved, but one still remains. Dean is no longer a demon, that's true, but the mark of cain, that he still has, and sooner or later that's going to become an issue.”

I knew he was right, Castiel always was.

"one battle at a time Cas." I half smiled.

Castiel looked at me with a sad face. It was no use hiding my emotions from him because the angel always figured it out. Castiel stepped up, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I felt a tear cascade down my cheek as I sunk in his embrace.

"I'm uh, going to get cleaned up." I whispered.

I felt every muscle in my body aching as I walked to the bathroom. I cringed when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like hell.

I sported a hand shaped bruise around my throat, along with a cut from my knife. I had a gash on my head, and my face was still crimson colored from the blood. I could see various other bruises forming all over. I licked over my lip that was busted from being thrown against the wall by Dean.

I definitely looked as broken as I felt.

I sighed as I stepped in to the steady stream of water, the sound of the water slapping against my skin drowned out my sobs. I scrubbed my skin until it felt raw.

I got out wrapping the towel tightly around my body. I tiptoed past Deans room. I couldn't help my curiosity as I heard Dean and Castiel talking.

"thank you, for stepping in when you did... has uh she talked to you? what does she say, does she want anything to do with me?" Dean asked.

I could hear the hurt in his voice. It made me hurt more.

"I'm sure she knows whatever you said, whatever you did, that wasn't really you, I mean it certainly wasn't all of you." Castiel reassured.

"Cas, I tried to kill her. Did you see her? I did that! I can't take back the things I said Cas." Dean said.

"Dean I feel I can be honest with you. You two have been through so much together, you're bonded. It'll take a lot more than you trying to kill her with a hammer to get her to walk away." Castiel said.

"you realize how screwed up our lives are that, that even makes sense?" Dean says causing Cas to chuckle.

"I think you should talk to her, and then maybe you should uh take some time, allow both of you to heal."

I heard Castiel exit Dean's room, closing the door. He gave me a wordless look as he passed, signifying that his words were just as much meant for me as they were for Dean.

Castiel the wise.

Of course I couldn't walk away from Dean.

I sighed as I walked to my room, quickly throwing on some clothes. As soon as I lay in my soft bed, I realize how burnt out I was. I heard a soft knock on my door.

"yeah?" I called out hesitantly.

"it's me, the real me."

I felt the air get caught in my throat.

"come in."

Dean opened the door slowly. I could see the hurt flashing in his eyes at he looked at me. I sat up not meeting his eyes. Dean walked over, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"(y/n), I.."

"you don't have to apologize Dean, I know that wasn't you." I spoke.

"it doesn't make it any less shitty though." He said through gritted teeth.

"or hurt any less." I admitted.

Dean ran a hand through his hair in frustration. I could see that this was really hurting him.

"but you could've killed me, and you didn't, you saved me, you stopped yourself." I said finally meeting his eyes.

"I couldn't kill you. I feel for you too much, even as a demon." Dean whispered, hesitantly looking at me.

I felt my heart swell up at his words.

"what I said, it wasn't true." Dean said, sliding just a bit closer to my body.

"it's okay if part of it was, it's never been me and that's okay." I said feeling my heartache.

Dean looked at me as if I had three heads.

"never been you? It's always been you."

I felt the tears run down my cheeks as Dean put a hand up, caressing one of them.

"Dean I don't know how we move on from this." I cried.

"I don't know either, but we're going to do it, together, just like always."

I smiled at Dean for the first time.

"there's my Dean." I whispered.

Dean leaned in slowly, leaning his forehead against mine.

"did you mean what you said?" Dean asked hesitantly.

I gave him a confused look.

"that you love me, did you mean it?"

I swallowed nervously as I stared at him. I slowly nodded my head adverting my eyes from his gaze. Dean grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

I gasped as Dean crashed his lips on to mine. I was shocked so naturally I was still. Once my brain processed what was happening I pressed my lips against his, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He pulled away slowly, keeping his forehead pressed to mine.

“I love you too, I always have.” Dean spoke.

I felt the tears well in my eyes again, but these tears were different. These weren’t tears of sadness, they were tears of pure love.

Dean smiled as he reconnected our lips together in a heated kiss. It was lustful, neither one of use being able to contain the passion we had felt for each other for far too long.

Dean slid his hands under my shirt, gripping on to my hips as he deepened the kiss. I was so caught up in the moment I ignored my muscles screaming at me to stop. Dean brought my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss just long enough to do so. I felt insecure as my bare chest was now exposed for him. I panted as he brought his lips down to my neck gently kissing over the bruise.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Dean said in between kisses.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt taking it off. I saw the mark of cain glistening on his forearm. I brought his arm to my lips, slowly kissing over the mark. Dean pushed me back on the bed so he was hovering over me. I gasped as his hands slid there way down my body to my shorts.

It was slow and passionate. I felt like my skin was on fire every time his fingertips met my skin. Dean dragged my shorts down my legs, his fingers brushing against my sensitive heat.

I wasted no time putting my hands in his pants yanking them down over his butt and down his legs. I was surprised to feel that he was already fully erect.

“do you want this?” Dean asked kissing my lips.

“more than i’ve ever wanted anything.”

Dean, with my consent slowly slid himself in to me. I groaned as my body adjusted to his large girth. He started to move at a slow pace, savoring the feeling of finally being together so intimately.

“It’s always been you.” Dean said as he thrusted deeply.

I don’t think either of us had the energy for the sex we really wanted to have but this sex was sweet, and full of love. I moaned as Dean picked up the pace, but still savoring the feeling of every thrust inside of me. I brought my hips up matching his thrusts. I was a moaning mess as we thrusted against each other, our lips crashing with each thrust.

“Dean” I moaned signifying that I was close.

Dean thrusted some more, softly but at a steady rhythm. I moaned one last time as I felt myself spilling over the edge. I was gripping him so hard, it cause him to release his arousal too. Dean’s body gave out as he collapsed beside me.

“hey guys I got the… oh god really Dean?” Sam said dropping the bag of food and covering his eyes.

I laughed at him, joined by Dean.

“not even back twenty four hours and this is how you’re spending your time.” Sam groaned in embarrassment.

“blame Cas, he’s the one that told us we should talk.” Dean laughed.

Sam backed out of my room, shutting the door behind him. I gazed at Dean but found out he was already staring at me.

“I didn’t save you, you saved me.” Dean whispered tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’ll always save you Dean.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Author Note:

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idwt-money · 11 months ago

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Sleepless Nights

MDNI 18+

1.5k words, Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

CW: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem rec), slight spit play(??), tiny bit of aggression

“Fuck, Noah..” whispers were almost silent in the room. Words that wouldn’t be remembered in the morning.

It was ungodly hours in the morning and it was the first night Noah was back from tour. He would usually be dead asleep, snoring and mumbling in his sleep by now but you made this tour…especially excruciating.

You would send him pictures of yourself in new lingerie while he was away, forcing him to jerk off in a tiny tour bus bathroom. Having to be dead silent due to the, quite literal, paper-thin walls of said tour bus.

You hadn’t been able to help but giggle to yourself when this happened. He would send you texts back almost immediately. Something along the lines of “I’m going to fuck you until your head is spinning.”

You had never held him to his words as he was usually a shy boy. Although this behavior was unusual, you didn't think much of it. You figured he had gained confidence over the phone.

Once he had actually gotten home, he almost immediately pinned you against the wall of your shared home and took you like a rabid animal.

It took you by surprise, really. Usually you were the one to initiate, but this was nothing you were complaining about.

And here you are now, ass up and Noah having no mercy on your poor body.

“What baby? Didn’t think I meant what I said in those texts did you?” His words were sparse between grunts and huffs from all the pleasure his touched starved cock was receiving in the moment.

He knew you couldn’t respond, not only because your sentence would just be a string of moans and pathetic whimpers, but also due to the fact he had a fist full of your hair, pushing your face into the duvet.

God, you wished and hoped that he would turn you over so you could see how devilishly sinful he looked.

That thought lasted maybe 30 seconds when Noah slapped your ass, with much force, bringing you close to your first orgasm of the night.

You didn’t have to say anything, Noah knew your body better than you did. Your legs began to shake, your pussy tightened around him and your muffled cries and pleas were becoming louder by the second.

“Give it to me. I want it now.”

With Noah’s permission you let your orgasm rip through you like lightning bolts. It made your vision go blurry before you shut your eyes.

It dozed through you before coming to an end. You had never gone for so long without an orgasm caused by your lover.

You both were highschool sweethearts and up until the tour, you hadn’t gone even an entire 2 weeks without seeing each other, let alone fuck.

With no words shared, Noah moved you onto your back and thank god he did. He looked just as you imagined. His hair was messy and falling in his face due to the utterly unforgiving thrusts he had been fucking into you.

“There’s my pretty girl. So so good for giving yourself to me.” His voice was ridden with a tone somewhere between lust and love. He had slowed his thrusts, just long enough to give you a kiss to your lips. It was messy and unfathomably pussy throbbing. Your tongues were swirling around each other as if they were dancing to an unheard beat. Saliva was starting to pool down your chin but when he pulled away, you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away. Noah grabbed your legs, pulled you closer and went at an unrelenting pace. You knew he was close but not this close. 3 or 4 thrusts later he was letting curse words leave his lips and he spilled his load onto your stomach.

His chest heaved and gasped for air as he milked his cock for the remains of his orgasm. The words he was growling out seemed to have come somewhere deep within his diaphragm. Almost like he was on stage screaming for thousands of people. Neither of you cared about how loud you were being or if any of the neighbors had heard you. In this very moment, it was just you two.

You had made eye contact before watching him sink to his knees, off of the bed and dive into your pussy like it was a divine meal meant for the gods. The wet noises coming from Noah’s mouth immediately sent your two hands into his hair. No matter how nasty you two fucked, he always treated your pussy like his last meal on earth, being sure to treasure every lick, slurp and gulp.

“Oh fuck, Noah” When he wrapped your lips around your already sensitive clit, it caused your body to jolt. Your thighs clenched around his head and your fingers to pull at his hair.

Grunts escaped his mouth, his now being muffled due to the position you had him trapped in. In which only caused you more pleasure. The vibrations of his now low moans made your mind foggy. You started to take it into your own hands and grind against his tongue.

Noah seemingly didn’t like the idea of you taking charge and left a hefty slap to your thigh.

“We’re doing this at the pace I want. I waited far too fuckin’ long to taste you. I am in charge. Understand?” His voice was low and husky, causing a rush of wetness straight to your pussy. You nodded, thinking it would give him satisfaction of an answer. It didn’t.

“Use your fucking words y/n” He had a look of the slightest irritation written on it.

“Yes sir.” Your words were quiet but it did the job as he went back down, taking long, thoughtful strokes to your clit. Your mouth fell open and your eyes collapsed closed, taking in nothing the warm, wet feeling of his devilish tongue.

Noah could genuinely go on forever between your legs, he, a couple times, had gone until you were crying and his jaw was sore. It was almost like he enjoyed watching you squirm and shake due to his tongue rather than actually fucking you.

Your moans had now gone high pitched, and the once slow, languid licks of his tongue were now fast and on the borderline of being dangerous.

“Baby- oh fuck! Please keep going. I’m so so so close!” You once again rested your hands in his hair as a poor excuse to try and ground yourself.

Noah didn’t say a word, instead giving you silent praise by swirling his tongue around your clit.

Another orgasm crashed into you and it was almost debilitating.

Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, Noah brought you in closer with a grasp on your hips and you were spent.

He pulled away, licking his lips and slightly cleaning the mess your cunt had made dripping down his chin.

“You taste like heaven itself. Holy shit.” He said in disbelief.

He climbed atop of you and shared a chaste kiss with you, venturing his way down your neck. He left small bites and small hickies here and there, in some sort of proof you were his and no one else could ever have you in the way he does.

Despite what Noah had planned in his own world, you went against it and forced him to lay down, now hovering over his cock.as you sunk down onto him, his nails sunk into your hips.

You softly grinded down onto him, throwing your head back and biting your lip as an attempt to stop yourself from smiling too big.

Once you got comfortable on top of him, you situated your legs and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Noah was now being more vocal with curses, groans, huffs, grunts. Whatever his body could do to help the overpowering sensation of pleasure.

This time, you weren’t worried about achieving your own orgasm but wanted to pull one more out of Noah before you both were too tired.

“Come on handsome. I know you got it in you, give it to me.”

Noah had an undeniable thing for praise and encouragement in these situations, contrary to popular belief.

“Mhm, just like that, just like that. Shit!” His voice was worn out now, giving it more of a soft moan rather than his previous growls.

Within seconds he was unfolding in front of your eyes, his breathing became shallow and his eyes were pinched closed, focusing on getting him to topple over the edge of pure bliss. As his mouth fell open, he released everything into you. As he came, his grip on your hips dug deeper and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you had bruises the next day.

As soon as he was done with his orgasm, you toppled over onto his chest, even though you were dirtied with his previous orgasm. He softly rubbed your back as he whispered soft words of adoration to you.

Soon enough helped you clean off what mess he made in your rendezvous earlier. Once you were in bed, you made a small conversation consisting of how much you missed him while he was away from you.

#bad omens cult #bad omens #noah sebastian #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band #badomenscult #nick folio #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo

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darsynia · 2 years ago

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Hand(s) Off | Ch 2: Ecstasy

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

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Summary: Steve's loved hearing about you from Bucky. He doesn't want anything to derail the progress his best friend has made toward being a whole person again, which is why he's going to use every ounce of his slowly-deteriorating willpower to resist touching you, tasting you, taking you. After all, he's just met you, and his own integrity, not to mention Bucky's trust, is important to him.

Neither of you are prepared for the catch.

Length | Warnings: 2,841 | Explicit sexual situations (they don't succeed in resisting, folks), MINORS DNI

Note: I want to make clear that I’m treating the issues of consent with sensitivity, as you'll hopefully see in this chapter!

Fill: Adoptable 'Pheremones’ from @allcapsbingo

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Excerpt:

“I’m-- wow, this is intense,” you say next.

There’s a little cry to the last word. You are clearly affected by Mistress too, and Steve feels both grateful and guilty about how relieved he is about that. This is a moral catastrophe, but you’re in this mess together, sort of. Anything less and Bucky would demand the right to kick his ass.

Hell, he probably still will.

“Take--” He stops himself. “Why don’t you take it off?”

“Nice catch,” you praise, leading him to buck his hips up. “Only if you take your shorts off, too. Fair’s fair.”

“Nothing about this is fair,” he growls out, getting up. Steve takes everything off because, fuck yes, access is what he needs right now. It’s a testament to how ruled he is by the drug in his system that it doesn’t even feel wrong to be wearing just a shirt in the room with you.

Ecstasy

Steve had known about you for a while now. He had been picturing you as a gorgeous pin-up, a dream woman, someone who could bridge the gap between 1940’s Bucky and the shadowed self his best friend had become. With everything Bucky’s told him about you, that impression had been reinforced.

Now he’s looking at you, your eyes wide, body a shapeless mass under the blanket, and he can’t help but wonder what you’ve heard from Bucky’s stories, from the footage of the attack on New York, from interviews since. Do you think he stands for integrity, kindness, justice? Can any of that possibly survive the unbearable need he’s feeling right now?

“I’m going to cover my face with this blanket, okay? Two layers of it.” You do that, waving a hand in front of your own face to check that it’s fully opaque. “You came here to change out of those wet clothes, don’t let me stop you!” You’re right, but Steve simply cannot picture that. Not with you in the room. “I tell you what: I’ll-- I’ll hum one of the songs I’ve been practicing for this weekend’s set, okay? That way I won’t be able to hear you.”

You’d said ‘hum,’ but the sultry notes resonating from under your blanket shouldn’t be described that way. Steve wrestles himself out of the soaked button-down and undershirt and chooses a white tank top for comfort. His temperature has to be in actual fever territory, and without any… relief, that’s hardly going to change.

When he unzips his pants, the humming gets louder, and Steve can’t help it, he rubs himself with the heel of his hand. He wonders if you’re sitting under that blanket with your eyes shut, picturing him undressing. Recognizing his own lowered inhibitions, he hurries up, stripping down completely in favor of getting every ounce of the drug away from body contact.

He’s pulling on a pair of shorts when you stop.

“Oh, I wanted to say, Cap--”

“Use ‘Steve,’” he says quickly. “I don’t want memories of--”

“Oh, God, you’re right. Sorry,” you groan in interruption.

It takes all his self-discipline not to respond to the need in that groan, squeezing his wet clothes so tightly they drip onto the carpet. You can’t see him, so you’re already continuing.

“I was going to say, you should bury those clothes in the hamper or a drawer or something, because I’m, uh, getting the equivalent of secondhand smoke, here.”

Steve distracts himself from that worrisome development by burying the clothes in his basket as if it were a mission. When he turns around, you’re standing, the blanket draped around you like a shield.

“Is this stuff dangerous at your dose? Should we break you out of here?” you ask, eyes wide.

“Breaking out would kill you.” He’d thought of that already. “The next level of security is enough nerve gas to incapacitate a super soldier. Today’s testing was to find out what’s safe.”

“At least they’ll get some data,” you muse. “Fuck, this blanket is getting hot-- I have an idea of how to survive this, but in case that fails, I’m sure Bucky already told you about my fifteen-minute adoring rave about your ass?”

He cannot fathom why you would say that. “Uh…”

“Never mind,” you say, wiping sweat off of your chin with the back of a hand. It looks like you’re right about being affected by the drug; Banner had said it was capable of being aerosolized. “So, we’re trapped here, yes?”

“Yes, but I have no intentions of touching you,” Steve says, using his Command voice, as much as he hates the cross-contamination. To his surprise, your eyes grow fierce.

“Well, I have no intentions of being the bitch so unappealing that Captain America would rather die than touch her with Mistress in his system, so why don’t you hear me out?”

Stunned and slightly impressed, Steve puts his hands up. “I didn’t think of that. Go on.”

You pull the blanket closer around yourself. You’d said you were too hot, so this is vulnerability, and it makes him feel protective. That’s some cross-contamination too, but it can’t be helped.

“Okay, if we’re not touching each other then we’ll have to touch ourselves, and we’re in this tiny room.” You walk over to the bed and point to the floor on either side of it, saying, “I suggest we each pick a side, flip the light off, and talk each other through it. It’ll be less intimate without the visuals, and maybe we can each pretend it’s a phone conversation on speaker?”

“With the bed as a natural barrier?”

“Yeah.”

Steve can already picture you seated on that blanket on the floor, head thrown back against the mattress, hands moving out of sight. It’s a compelling image. He clenches his jaw, pulling in too much air to give himself a different discomfort to distract himself with.

“Good thought. You stay on the door side. I’ll head over to the other side and stay there.”

“I don’t think you want to ‘soldier’ this, Steve,” you say, your voice softening to a whisper on his name like you have to force yourself to say it.

“Not sure I can stop,” Steve admits, propelling himself over to the wall on ‘his side.’ “Better get the light. This is…” he stops, needing to slow his breathing. All he can see when he closes his eyes is you slowly pulling the fabric of your dress up--

The light clicks off, plunging the room in darkness.

“Wow. I was expecting the darkness to feel comforting, but…” you say.

“Just sit down, shut your eyes,” Steve says-- and it’s all wrong. His voice is harsh, almost annoyed. He is annoyed. He should be better than this, but… “I’m sorry,” he says aloud. He’s apologizing to himself as much as to you.

“Me too,” you whisper, adding a little grateful noise that has Steve setting his forehead on the back wall. “Besides being very glad I can drop that blanket, I have no idea what I’m doing. Do we talk about ourselves? Each other?”

The taboo of the situation combined with the desire running through Steve’s body like wildfire weakens him to a kneel. This is the best outcome of a terrible situation, he tries to tell himself, but it doesn’t feel like that. Not with the prospect of that sultry tone of yours talking him through it.

“Steve?” You sound worried, alone.

“I’m here,” Steve hurries to say. “Got… distracted. Tell me what you’re doing, what you’re feeling? I still have to work on the command tone thing.” He moves to slump back against the side of the bed.

“You realize you’re still taking charge by not taking charge, yeah?” you say, more confident now, thank God.

“Would it help if you pretend we’ll die if one of us stops talking?”

“Spoken like a true Avenger,” you laugh. It’s throaty, affected, and Steve rests his hand on his lap, presses down. Yes. “Okay, I’m burning up. Inside and out. Even with short sleeves and a skirt.”

Steve makes a ‘Mmm’ noise without even meaning to, his palm rocking against his crotch.

“I’m-- wow, this is intense,” you say next.

Hell, he probably still will.

“Take--” He stops himself. “Why don’t you take it off?”

“Nice catch,” you praise, leading him to buck his hips up. “Only if you take your shorts off, too. Fair’s fair.”

“Nothing about this is fair,” he growls out, getting up. Steve takes his underwear off too because, fuck yes, access is what he needs right now. It’s a testament to how ruled he is by the drug in his system that it doesn’t even feel wrong to be wearing just a shirt in the room with you. With some of the last logical coherence he has left, he grabs a tube of lube out of his bedside drawer.

There are condoms there too, but he won’t be needing them.

“No touching yet!” you call out, right as Steve slides a slick fist along his own length. It feels like the first time he’s ever done it right.

“Who’s giving the orders?”

“You don’t want to leave me behind, do you?”

“I don’t, I promise,” Steve groans.

He collapses onto his knees at the bed, practically praying for release. The mattress shakes, and he can see the whole scene in his mind; you’re scrambling to pull the dress off over your head. He almost doesn’t recognize himself in his own thoughts, but that doesn’t stop them. Do your bra or panties have any lace? What color are they?

“What color?” he rasps aloud, before he can stop himself. Despite what you said, his hand falls back to his cock, gripping but not moving. Even that is intensely pleasurable, but it’s the best he can do.

“Are you asking about what I took off or what I’m still wearing?” you ask.

Playful. Steve’s lost. He’s lost, because you sound joyful despite the situation. This is working, your plan, but he can’t help but feel like he’s trespassing. He should know so much more about you before getting to talk about your underclothes. That thought spirals, predictably, to the kinds of things women used to wear in his own time: hidden garter ribbons, the proliferation of skirts, the--

“Steve, if you’re going to ask questions like that, you ought to listen to the answers. It’s only polite.”

“You answered?”

“I described them. What were you doing?”

His hips jerk forward into his waiting fist, and it’s so sweet and hot and not enough that Steve gasps. “I think you know.”

“God, your voice is rough right now, do you know that?” you ask in a voice that’s rough too. “I’m sliding down the straps of my black lace bra so they pull on my arms.”

“Where are your hands?�� One of his is moving slowly, deliberately.

“I’m--” The bedframe shakes slightly, and when you speak again, your voice is muffled like you’d thrown yourself face-first onto the bed. “I’m in flames, but it just hit me where I am and who you are!”

It strikes him that no woman will ever forget who he is ever again, not even in the throes of a mind-altering chemical.

“I’m just a guy, Dee,” he says, turning to sit on the floor again. “I always was. Just a guy who wants to help, to do good.” He’s not doing good right now, saying these kinds of things to someone he cannot drive away from Bucky, but those qualms are fuzzy and indistinct.

“I think I need you to talk now.”

Most of what leaps to mind is filthy, for all that his thoughts move as slow as molasses. “If you slide your hand inside your panties and cup yourself, will both sides of your hand be wet?”

“Fuck, what a question!” Your low groan makes him really want to taste its resonance on the outside of your throat. The mattress moves slightly, just enough to signal to Steve that you’re reaching down. “Y-yes.”

His own hand is moving faster, twisting, the heat of the drug in his system setting fire to every inhibition and replacing the ash with pleasure. “How do you like to be touched?” he manages to ask.

The words hang between the two of you for awhile. Finally, you tell him, using a breathy moan that makes clear that you’re acting out the actions as you speak. His orgasm strikes not long after, and Steve doubles over with the force of it, vocalizing in ways he usually never allows himself to do.

“I loved listening to that.” Your voice has a whine to it, a desperation he totally recognizes.

“It’s your turn,” he says, reaching over and grabbing his pillow to remove the case and wipe himself off with it.

“It smells like-- fuck, that’s so intimate, I--”

“I wish I could smell you,” Steve blurts out, feeling himself harden again. He’d expected that, maybe not quite so quickly, but he's a super soldier overdosing on Mistress.

You let out a gasp, and he leans back against the mattress to feel that it’s shaking, shaking with the rhythmic movements of your arm. You’re right, this is almost unbearably intimate, but right now that’s the best thing ever, with all the possible objections lost behind a haze of hot desire and the smell of sex.

Steve shifts so he’s kneeling at the bed again, his chest and one arm anchored to the mattress so he can enjoy the sensations as you stimulate yourself. “I can feel you move,” he says lowly-- and that’s it, he can hear the change in your breathing.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” you wail, the sound changing as you close your lips on the sound to change it to a ‘Mmmm.’

It’s almost enough to send Steve over again, but he’s greedy for every hitched gasp, every translated shove against the bed as you rock through it. Something tells him that reminding you he’s here will make you self conscious, so though each noise burns from his ears all the way across his body, he suppresses the need to vocalize his own resulting pleasure-pain.

Your next words take the edge off.

“You have to be kidding me!” you snap, sounding frustrated. “That felt great, don’t get me wrong, but there’s no relief! I am still using every single brain cell not to climb you like a tree.”

Steve unabashedly humps against the mattress a bit, at that.

“Yeah, see? You know what I’m going through,” you grumble.

“I never expected camaraderie,” Steve coughs out on a laugh. The levity lifts the musky pall of desperate need, but only for a moment. “I have no idea how long this will--”

“I figured,” you whisper. “That AI, does it have --ahh, I am just so warm and so, god, hang on-- night vision?”

It takes an annoyingly long time for Steve to figure out what you’re asking. “I don’t think so. It monitors everyone, so if one of us gets so hot we need medical attention--”

“Excuse me, but you’ve been that hot since the 40’s!” you interrupt, adding, “You mean you don’t have an override that comes with your rank, or…”

It’s absurd, the way he’s jacking himself off and holding a conversation. “I, ah, turned it off. In case I asked for something inappropriate while my thinking was impaired.”

You sound affectionately amused as you say, “Oh no! Steve, your thinking was already impaired!”

“Yeah, I’m seeing that now.”

“Oh.”

This new tone of yours goes straight to his cock, and Steve just leans over and thrusts into his hand a few times, the ecstasy from each squeeze washing over him in waves. It seems even better than before, but somehow not painfully so.

He recovers enough coherence to say, “What is it?”

“This is-- oh. We might have some data for your other Avengers, here.”

“It’s better now, isn’t it?” Steve pants out.

“Yes!”

Your voice throbs with approval, and he throws out his free hand, grabbing at the sheet to hold on as another orgasm rocks through him.

“Wow, did that send you over?” you ask, sounding impressed.

“It’s dark, but I still see fireworks,” he jokes, immediately wishing he his need-fuzzed brain hadn’t chosen that word. The number of ‘Captain America’ fireworks jokes he’s heard over the past year…

“You know the way to a woman’s ego, telling her you’re seeing stars and she hasn’t even touched you!” you say in an affected, sultry tone. “That’s, god, I’m such a mess. That’s my ‘lounge singer’ voice after I’ve had a few drinks. Don’t get to use it much.”

“So both of us have a not-so-secret identity?”

The bed shakes, presumably with your laughter, and that both sharpens and magnifies Steve’s arousal in the oddest way, more similar to the beginning, when he’d wanted to protect you as much as he’d wanted to touch.

“I hope you don’t mind, but my back is killing me,” you say. Steve doesn’t understand what you mean until your bare leg sweeps across his outstretched arm.

Immediately, instinctively, he clasps it, and both of you suck in a breath. The all-consuming pleasure he’d felt touching himself was nothing compared to this. Before he can realize what he’s doing, what it means, Steve’s climbing up onto the bed, following the contour of your naked leg up as he goes.

“ Steve,” you groan out, and the hint of hesitation in your voice fists his hand against your hip.

“Do you want me to stop?” he forces out through clenched teeth.

“Absolutely not,” you moan, your hand finding his and tugging.

Next chapter...

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obriengf · 1 year ago

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17 and Stewart!! I can picture that one with him perfectly!

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests closed! 17: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” Note: I am very well aware that this isn't the best thing...

SEATBELT

Your vision line was impaired for a brief moment, but you could still feel his eyes on you; the way you were watched closely, your every move waited upon and calculated as if you were a puzzle that he was trying to solve. Your observations were just as canny, if not more, as you took a moment to take in your surroundings within an enclosed cabin of the subway to San Fransisco. The afternoon commute was busier than usual - passengers taking up every minuscule inch of occupancy, bodies feeding into the claustrophobia of limited seating. It was amazing how a sea of people from every platform could filter into such a small space so easily. Fresh air was non-existent and it caused your heart to thump and brows to furrow in distress. The knuckles of your right hand were screaming in pain from clutching the hanging strap too tight, and every bump the cabin passed caused your stature to falter and your footing to become unbalanced. Your time at work was bad enough as it was, but standing and waiting for a seat overtook every stressful event of your day with ease. Your eyes fluttered around for a vacant spot, but were met again with the large brown gaze that hid behind glass frames - the first time you saw them, your cheeks grew flushed, until you realised their motive. The owner, a man with matching annoyance clutching at every facial feature, was making sure that you didn't get the first seat before him. Smug bastard.

It was as if he could read your mind; his body stiffening, ready to pounce despite how his shoulder ached with a heavy bag that slung deeply. His day, too, was challenging - trying to meet quotas on a mind-blank of ideas wasn't something he often faced, yet it had been his daily norm for nearly a week. He desired to sit, to rest his legs and to take that relieving deep breath that was much warranted when the evening came. Nobody else in your peripherals was awake enough for a battle of comfort, which made this fight fit best for the quickest and most cunning.

The next stop was approaching and people began to stand as they awaited their further commute home. Your surroundings shifted, bodies repositioning as they slid around you like Tetris - confined tensions forcing your eyes closed as you drew a deep breath. You loved your job, truly, but the hour commute to and from was less than ideal. You were forced in between strangers and moments away from your throat closing with nervous energy before the train finally began slowing its pace, and you released relieving exhale of panicked breath in time with the opening of your carriage doors.

Congestion was imminent, however, your brief layover finally allowed carriage breathing room - and the possibility of the much-awaited available spot. As people began to vacate, you spotted a free seat and it was as if your heart sang in solace with laser-eyed focus and feet ready to lunge. You held on to your bag tightly as you pressed forward, small pleasantries slipping past your lips as you dodged other passengers.

You could feel the soft seating before you even sat down, you were dreaming of it for the past thirty minutes - but the plushness of the seat wasn't what you expected when you realised that the man with the glasses and observant eyes was where you managed to place yourself. Your own eyes widened in shock, voice unable to emit after you glanced down to his cocky smirk.

With a small growl, your brows furrowed at him, "No, no! This is my seat, go somewhere else."

"Sorry sweetheart, I was here first." His voice was mocking, a daring tone that effortlessly portrayed just how much he didn't care. To further affirm his unwillingness to move, the stranger's body sunk snugly against the padded bench with a loud and restful sigh. His competitiveness continued to shine through with a cocky quirk of his lips, "I'm not giving this up."

Fire burned in your eyes, an anger brewing that started much earlier in your day. You were exhausted and irritated, and games were far from what you were prepared to face at this moment. A pout prompted your lips to purse and brows to drop, and for a second you felt like a four-year-old standing their ground during a tantrum.

"Well, I'm not, either."

The man just nodded, quick to ignore your presence as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and began immersing himself in the small screen. You couldn't decide what was more awkward - the fact that he wasn't acknowledging your place on his lap or the way that you were sitting to the curve of his knees in absolute unsteadiness. One rickety bump and you'd find yourself on the floor.

Fate wasn't on your side; a running gag that life decided to throw at you once again today, in the form of the old train rocking and your legs sliding away from the glasses-wearing stranger. You expected the embarrassment of numerous eyes watching you collide with the cabin floor, but it never came as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

It took a second for you to realise that the outside of your thigh was snug against the stranger's stomach, his hands now flat over your side and against the bottom curve of your ribs as he held you close to him. He was your human seatbelt, holding you back and keeping you safe. It provoked warmth to shoot through your veins, to awaken the butterflies in your stomach and to colour the rosiness in your cheeks. It felt nice, despite the fact that he was a stranger with a stupid smug smile and filled with utter cockiness.

"Woah, nearly lost you there." He mumbled, a softness peeking through. It was easy to follow the caramel swirl of his eyes as they gazed over your face for any sort of discomfort, but you both seemed in the clear, and his shoulders dropped in relief. They looked down for a brief second before he smiled again, "Us googlers gotta stick together, you know."

Your head tilted to the side, every ounce of your focus now directed only toward him, "What?"

"Your lanyard." Hesitantly, he pulled a hand away from your side and tugged at the multicoloured fabric dangling from your neck, a plastic key card with a four-month-old photo of you sitting to the side. When he saw you following his touch, he hastily found his own within his zipped-up jumper and dangled it between you both. "Got a matching one. We're practically family."

Black letters caught your eyes first, the name of the man filling in another puzzle piece as you said it aloud, "Stuart Twombly, software development."

"That's me." He replied, a wink dropping behind his glasses and hold absentmindedly tightening as another small bump disrupted the cabin. Everything was coming together for you; no wonder he seemed full of himself, a handful of people you know from that department certainly have a big head and a matching ego. Your mind awoke from your thoughts when you felt your lanyard tugging again. Stuart hummed, "Y/N L/N, accounting. Interesting."

"How so?" You said quickly, offence already settling in your voice.

"You just got to be really smart to be an accountant for one of the biggest companies in the world."

Your head shook as your body readjusted yourself on his lap, "I'm not an accountant... yet. It's just a paid internship. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of that - "

"An internship?" Stuart's eyes lit up, his smile genuine as the corners of his lips lifted, "I know a thing or two about internships, try me."

#dylan o'brien x reader #stuart twombly #stuart twombly x reader #the internship #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien fic #stuart twombly fic #stuart twombly imagine #meetugly blurbs

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i'll show you different ( Joel miller x reader) part 8

summary : it all started there and now it was going to end there while joel and the other were hoping they weren't too late ...

warnings : mention and involves domestic abuse , knife and guns mentioned , its a violent ass part so if any of this is triggering to you please skip take care of yourself , no outbreak au

previous part

She should be scared of him , she should be terrified at how tight his grip was on the wheel knowing what damage those hands were like. The force of them on her skin when she breathed the wrong way , how those hands have made her cower and fear for her life. She wasn’t scared , she wasn’t anything but pissed off , the rage of her ex husband one that told her things she believed for some long . how she blamed herself for his action like it justified it all . now her grandfather lay fighting for his life because this asshole just couldn’t take no and her leaving . a child throwing a chaotic tantrum to get his own way or a rabid dog that wasn’t going to stop til it was stopped forcefully. She wasn’t scared til she noticed the road they were taking the one she would actively avoid , one she would gladly take the longest route to avoid . He was bringing her home , the one where life fell apart , one where the walls held nothing but haunted and tortured memories and the one that her mom perished in.

“ how the hell did no one see her leave “ sherif stomped around the room .

“ because she didn’t want to be caught i think she wants to face him “ tommy scoffed.

“ i didn’t hear that “ the sherif growled.

“ why the hell would she do this ?” joel gritted his teeth .

“ because she sick of being the victim , she has been one all her life “ a voice called from the door . “ i was afraid of this happening nathan barnes , her lawyer and friend “ he held his hand out as the sherif took it . “ how hell you find out so fast “ .

“ knowing he knew where she was i had to make sure she was safe only to see he’s escalating how is her grandfather” he asked more quietly.

“ not completely out of the woods but stable for now “ joel finally spoke.

“ who are you two?” he asked.

“ worlds shittest bodyguard her father sent” tommy scoffed.

“ her father?” nathan eyes widened.

“ he trying to make sure she safe his way of making amends and hey we were giving lover boy the chance” mike glared.

“ lover boy … i guess we can talk about all that once we found her , if she not afraid he’s going to want to be since he already he took her grandfather out of the picture where else would he take her?” nathan asked.

“ we’ve no idea she not shared much which us “ joel spoke up .

The time withered walls , that sick feeling in her stomach as strong as it was that night and others before it . she tried to fight him off , tried to pull from it walls only for him to hit her hard and again and again til anger turned into submission . she felt the chill in her bones as she could hear their yelling , the smashing off places and glass . she could see if as if it was happening right there and then when she ran to push he away only for his anger to turn to here . how the face of the monster and her fathers merged into one . til her mother attacked pushing him away from her child and to save the one thing she loved most in the world . how her mother pleaded and pleaded with her to run and never look back , the smile when she agreed before she was gone hearing the anger in his voice and the sound of her own mother leaving the world . now she could see it repeating this was were it was going to end whether she was walking out this house or being brought out of it .

“ why can you just listen , why did you run away from me” he spat pushing her to the torn up sofa as she looked at the blood stained floor , it was just soaked in the wood aged with years and years but she could tell , it was last place she seen her mother , that teary eyed smile and almost relief in the tears as she ran out the door . the whole thing was too much , too much pain of past and present in her head as she drowned out the voice of her current monster between what he was calling an apology and yet in the same breath blaming her . like it was all build and building til something snapped within her and the voice of her inner child and past self was coming to the surface and the merciful scream that she unleashed that was already pushing the border of her vocal cords. It was sure to reach the house nearby as she pushed him off of her and kicked him away .

“ you think they will come , you think they would bother helping you” he gritted trying to get ahold of something to shut her up on for her boot to hit him straight into the mouth sending him crashing to through the coffee table .

“ whether anyone comes or not it ends here whether i kill you or you kill me “ she stood pushing her booth on his chest as his eyes widen . “ you monsters have took over every part of my life hurt those i love most and i let it happen by not fighting back , i tried doing it the right way and well law sadly isn’t always on the victims side but if it stops it all i will be the law and i’m not letting your stupid child self centered arrogant and cowardly ass to have control on me or my life again so if i need to go to your level then you bet your fucking ass i will “ she stood pushing her boot down.

“ you don’t have my connections darling you’ll go to prison like daddy” she could hear the waver in his voice.

“ i’ll smile in the fucking mugshot” she leaned down her fist pulled back before it collided with his face.

“ FUCKING BITCH “ He growled diving on her “ you think you can take me down “ he spat hitting her hard she could taste the metallic liquid fill her mouth , his hands wrapped around her throat and her lungs begging for the oxygen . hands scratching any and everywhere fighting to get him one way or another. The world slipping away before it went black .

“ no but i can “ a gun cocked as they looked to see maria standing shotgun in hand . “ now off of her “ she held firm , anger in her eyes , she couldn’t save her best friend all those years she sure as hell wasn’t going to let her daughter suffer the same fate . “ get out of here or i swear to god almighty i will blow your head off of your shoulders “ she turned as he held his hands up watching him leave as she ran to the girl . “ come on baby wake up “ she shook her only for her eyes to slowly open .

“ maria” she croaked.

“ he’s gone “ her voice cracked as she lifted her leaving the gun on the ground as they walked to the door only for her ex to run at them this time something in his hand the metal as she could see pushing maria out of the way feeling it pierce and burn in the skin . as she fell back he pulled it out hitting the ground she looked up to see him turning ready to attack only this time it went so fast .

They pulled up outside of the house the door held open it didn’t help the sherif visibly shudder at the sight of the place . they barely got a chance to even register what was happening when the booming bang went off sending joel out of the car only for tommy and nathan to pull him back .

“ shots fired i repeat shots fired” the sherif called into his radio giving the address before pulling his own gun . just as he got to the ends of the steps he heard the footsteps coming.

“ d-d-don’t shoot” the voice called as the men stood seeing her hanging weakly to a blood covered maria.

“ he’s dead i think “ she gritted holding her side .

“ peach shit “ .

They rushed to her side before tommy could even get to her side joel was lifting her up and carrying her to the cruiser .

“ sherif come on “ was all he said .

“ stay here and wait rest of you “ .

“ i’m coming she needs her lawyer” nathan rushed.

“ i’ll stay with maria “ tommy wrapped his jacket around the woman .

“ h-h-he stabbed her and tried to stab me , we thought he was gone i-i-it it happened so fast” she murmured as tommy led her to the steps to sit .

“ keep us updated” was all he could get out of his mouth .

“ you had to fight back huh “ joel whispered as her eyes began to get heavy crying out at the pressure being put on her wound.

“ i’m tired of being afraid , i tired of running “ she cried . “i thought i would be ok … i-i-i’d be ok going down with the fight but i don’t wanna go joel” she sniffled.

“ hey we’re gonna get you to the hospital and they’re gonna stitch you up and then i’m gonna give you hell for scaring me like that” he wiped her tears .

“ not too loud .. i-it-its a hos-hospital still” she gave a weak smile as they chuckled .

“Not too loudly “ he smiled hand on her reddened cheeks , her beautiful face all cut and red surely to bruise hell if the prick wasn’t dead either of them in that car would gladly finish them off. It felt like hours but it was minutes before they got to the hospital it went in slow motion then so fast as he held her hand before she was gone behind the doors , her blood evident on each man . each pair of eyes locked on the door as until the sherif radio went off .

“ i’ll be back but i’ll make sure this is clear cut “ he spoke up yet he didn’t want to move.

“ i got box of evidence in my car “ nathan finally spoke a bit happy it wasn’t the outcome he thought was coming well least at the moment it wasn’t .

“ drop it by the office when you get chance call me if … if anything happens “ was all the man said as left.

“ she’s a fighter even when she was scared … she’s gonna be ok” nathan said but he didn’t know if he was saying to himself or the stranger who looked like his life was hanging in the balance.

part 9

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daddypriceugh · 1 year ago

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Favourite nurse part. 2

First of all I want to apologise for the late update. I got the flu 2 weeks ago and wasn't motivated to write anything.

I'm really sorry for the wait but I made this chapter longer :) it's smut <3 I'm not good at writing it but I tried. Have fun!!!

Tw: smut

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"It won't fit Simon"

"I'll make it fit"

You may ask how you got into this situation, well let's see:

♤Flashback♤

"One shot for me and the lady" A voice said over the loud music in the pub. A voice you would recognise anywhere: it was Gho- Simon. But he didn't wear a mask this time.

It's been two week since you last saw him because he actually didn't turn up at the hospital. To your suprise.

You had kind of missed him. Especially the way his eyes would follow every move you would make. It made you nervous but also aroused. Would he look the same at you when naked?

You were ripped out of your thoughts by the shot being placed on the table in front of you.

"Didn't think I would see you here, Doc"

A small laugh escaped your red tinted lips.

"Well I love surprising people I guess" He hums in agreement.

"You were able to stay unharmed. Got my respect"

He chuckled at your words, gulping down his shot.

"Well I was forbidden to come back, wasn't I" he turned his head in your direction, eyes staring into yours. There was something calm in them but also something you couldn't decipher what it was.

A small formed on your face. "I didn't forbid it, I just don't want to see you hurt. Can't judge me for doing my job"

He opened his mouth to answer but a chair was suddenly thrown through the bar. A fight broke out.

Simon had grabed your hand in less than a second and pulled you to the exit. The fresh and cold night air hit your face.

"You wanna go to my flat?"

His random question shocked you for a moment. Did he want to continue the talk? Or maybe...

"Yeah sure" ~~~~~~~~~~~ You now sat on his couch while ge was grabbing some wine.

His flat was a bit bland. There weren't many pictures or plants, the furniture was modern yet classic. It all suited him well.

He came back with two glasses of wine and sat down next to you, putting the glasses on the table.

It was quiet.

You looked at him, only to see him already starring at you. Fuck was he hot. You could already feel yourself getting warm. Well more like your vagina.

A minute went by and none of you broke the eye contact, and you couldn't take this tension anymore. 'Fuck it' you thought and grabbed his face between your hands to smash your lips on his.

He didn't seem surprised because he instantly kissed back. The once gentle kiss became faster and more desperate. You lifted yourself on his lap to grind against him, feeling his hard erection in his jeans.

He let out a soft moan at your movement, putting his hands on your waist to help you guide.

"Do you want this?" He asked with a breathy voice. You nodded yes and pulled your shirt off.

You smirked a little at his reaction, knowing it was because of the lack of your bra.

"Dirty girl" he growled, his mouth latching onto one nipple, pulling and biting it a bit. You moaned in response, quickening your pace.

Once he let go of your breast, his hands wrapped around you to lift you up. He carried you to his bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

"Never thought I would see you like that, doc" "Shut up and fuck me already" He laughed at your response.

"Your wish be my comand"

Your pants and panties were down in a second and his fingers were feeling your wet lips. You bit back a moan at the feeling.

"So wet for me already tz tz. Don't even have to prepare you, mh?"

He slipped two fingers inside your folds and groaned. He then began to move them in a slow pace.

"Fuck your so tight, my love. So thight and wet for my fucking cock"

His fingers sped up and he added another on inside. He curled them a bit and looked at you to see your reaction. You were a moaning mess under him. Sweat dripped down your forehead and your nipples were hard. You felt your first orgasm nearing.

"C'mon baby cum for me. I can feel you clenching"

You came on comand and let out a loud moan. You never came that fast before.

He pulled off his shirt and pants to reveal his throbbing member. And damn was it big. Too big. It was long and thick, a bit curved to the right. Twp long veins went from the tips to the bottom. He looked fucking delicious.

Simon crawled on top of you and kissed you. It was gently and full of passion.

"Do you really want this? We can stop if you want" he said as he broke the kiss apart.

Your heart swelled at his worry.

"I want it. I want it with you Simon" You whispered. A smiles formed on his face.

"Then prepare yourself to get ruined"

He planted on hand on the right side of your head and the other went downwards to his dick.

He started rubbing it over your pussy, creaming himself in your juices. You moaned out in anticipation.

♤flackback ends♤

"It won't fit Simon"

"I'll make it fit"

At that he pushed his whole length into your hole. You half screamed at the intrusion, wrapping your legs around his waist, nails clawing into his back.

"You're so fuckin' tight love I can feel you trying to clench around my cock" He groaned.

You stayed in this position and he waited for you to give him the signal to continue. You did.

He put his hand on your waist and stared fucking you at a normal pace. Yet you could swear you felt every single edge and vein of his dick. It felt amazing.

After a while he decided to speed the whole thing up and started rubbing your clit. The moans that left your mouth only seemed to encourage him even more to move quicker.

But he himself wasn't quiet either. He let our small groand and huffs while pumping his dick into you. Minutes went by and you noticed his moved becoming more frantic.

"Fuck I'm close, where do you want it?"

"Inside pl-please"

You could also feel you high coming nearer ever time he ramed into you.

And there it was. Your walls clenched around him and your stomach thighend. You came with a scream which was half muffeled by his mouth capturing yours.

"Fuck sweetheart y-you made a mess" he laughs while trying to chase his own orgasm. He sped his pace up again.

"Fuck fuck fuck"

He then came with a groan and nearly collapsed on you. He pulled out and layed down besides you.

After some seconds of peace you were pulled into his arms, lips touching your hairline.

"You did so well for me. I'm proud of you, my girl"

"Weren't bad yourself, big guy" You said while smiling.

He laughed breathlessly and slowly got up. Your puzzled look at his action made him open his mouth. "I'm gonna grab a towel and clean you up okay? After that we can sleep a bit"

You nodded tiredly "Yeah sound nice" Simon bended over to give you one last kiss before leaving the room.

You breathed out in satisfaction. "Fucking hell"

#ghost x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut

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malum-forev · 1 year ago

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Secret relationship with Rogers!reader or famous!reader please🙏🏻

Hi hiii, thank you for your ask! I really really liked how this turned out, and I hope you do too!

It was no secret Bucky is a private person. He’d once pushed Torres off a plane for asking him what his plans for the weekend were, there was that time Bucky added 200 push-ups to the training routine after an agent asked him why he’d cancelled last week’s session, and finally, the day Bucky ran over Sam’s foot with his bike because he joked about it being Bucky’s turn to host Friday night dinner- they didn’t even have a Friday night dinner! Bucky is private private.

Whispers about him dating someone started when he put in time for a vacation. The man hadn’t missed work in years, decades!

“Where are you going?” Sam asked, nudging his friends shoulder as they watched the agents spar. Bucky only growled in response.

“You can’t expect me to not be curious!” Sam pressed on. “You’ve never even asked for a weekend off, and now suddenly you’re leaving for two weeks!”

Bucky crossed his arms. “I didn’t come into work that one time, two years ago.”

“You broke your leg!” Sam rolled his eyes. “Hospital visits don’t count as time off. And even then, you only missed a day!”

“It’s none of your business.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Can you at least bring me a souvenir?” Sam batted his eyelashes. “Please?”

An uncharacteristic- and honestly, terrifying- smirk appeared on Bucky’s mouth. “I know just the thing to bring you.”

Two weeks later, Bucky came back with a nice tan and a gallon sized bag of sand, which he dumped all over Sam’s desk.

“I’m back.” Bucky smiled.

Three months after his vacation, Bucky was met with the slam of a magazine on his desk.

“A ha!” Sam boomed. “I knew there was something fishy about you!”

Bucky glanced once at the gossip magazine, uninterested, sipping his coffee. “Am I supposed to care about this?”

Sam tapped on the small picture of Bucky on the cover, the headline read: Winter Soldier? More like Winter Cinephile? A source close to the Super Soldier tells us all about Bucky Barnes’ favorite movies.

Bucky was covering most of his face on the picture as he excited the back entrance of a movie theater. What caught his eye was the small sliver of leg that was cut from the photo. Someone walking behind him.

“Last time I checked, it’s not illegal to go to the movies.” Bucky eyed Sam from the ring of his coffee cup, hiding a smile.

“You’re being weird-“ Sam narrowed his eyes. “weirder than normal.”

But the thing that made Sam go insane was the fact that Bucky was wearing a suit. A suit! With a tie and everything! Sam’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets when he saw Bucky walk into the Stark Fundraiser.

“You’re here?” Sam’s eyebrows knit together.

Bucky ordered a single malt whiskey, trying to loosen his starched shirt’s collar. “I told you last week I was coming.”

The crease between Captain America’s eyebrows deepened. “I thought you were kidding, I thought it was a joke!”

“Well, I’m here.” Bucky said, leaning his back on the bar. His eyes scanning the room.

It was filled to the brim with A list people from all around the world. Hollywood’s finest actors, politicians, royalty, philanthropists. Tony Stark would be proud of the guest list.

Where are you, where are you? Bucky thought.

Suddenly, the large double doors opened and there you were. You waltzed in, your dress fit like a glove, highlighting all of your best features. All your features are your best features. You could hear Bucky say.

You floated through the room with your publicist on your left and your agent on your right. You craned your neck left and right, trying to find him- your eyes met his celeste orbs. A calm sea wanting to bring you in.

Bucky sent you a half nod, not wanting to bring attention to him and you responded by tapping the top of your thigh three times. A secret signal the two of you had made up.

Torres appeared next to Bucky and ordered a double shot of vodka neat. He huffed three times, trying to get all the nervousness out of his body.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Sam laughed.

Torres’ eyes were glued to your body. “This is my time to shine.”

Bucky’s eyebrows rose for a second, looking between you and his coworker.

“I’m going to ask her out.” Torres gulped.

“You are going to ask her out.” Sam laughed. “She’s an easy 10 and you’re a-“

“You’re a five, and that’s reaching.” Bucky patted Torres’ back, giving him a sympathetic smile.

Torres looked at the two men angrily. “Chicks dig the soldier look, I’m rugged!”

“Sorry man, not happening.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

Torres snorted. “Like you’d have a chance with her.”

“You’ve got a mysterious vibe but, she’s an A list actor.” Sam threw his head back with laughter. “She’d never look your way.”

A pride filled smile sneaked its way onto Bucky’s face as he saw you chatting away with other famous people in the room. “Let’s make this interesting. If I get a date out of her, you two bozos pick my lunch up every day for a month.”

Sam and Torres looked at each other once and doubled over, howling with laughter.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Better yet, if I get a kiss out of her you will do my laundry and file all of my paperwork for a month.”

“Deal.” Both men laughed.

“Can’t wait to see you get slapped around.” Sam yelled as Bucky walked towards you.

Sam and Torres waited eagerly, they watched as Bucky came up to you and tapped your shoulder. You turned around with a smile. Bucky nestled his head in your shoulder, his mouth close to your ear. They watched as you push him away playfully, giggling nervously with a flushed face, only to pull him closer. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles before lowering his hand to the small of your back. Bucky tipped you backwards holding your knee close to his hip and lowered his head. Smashing your lips together.

The ballroom became quiet around the two of you, low murmurs here and there. When you came back up, Bucky cleaned up the side of your mouth where your lipstick had smudged. He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek and turned back towards the bar.

“Close your mouths, you’ll catch flies.” Bucky said smiling.

“You-how-why?” Torres stuttered.

“We’re dating.” Bucky shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “Coming on a year and a half now.”

“You’re dating her?” Sam asked, his eyes pingponging from your face and your body to his friend. “How? you’re so- you and she’s-“

“She’s amazing.” Bucky sighed, looking back at you.

You tried to concentrate on the person in front of you but Bucky’s never-ending stare made you nervous. When you finally turned to him, he tapped his thigh three times. I love you.

“You mean-“ Torres tried to get words out but he was too stunned.

“I mean,” Bucky said. “That purple mark just below her ear she’s trying to cover with makeup, is my work of art.”

“She’s mine.” Bucky growled, his eyes like bullets as he looked at Sam and Torres. “Understood?”

The two men nodded furiously.

“A month of not doing laundry or paperwork.” Bucky sighed with a smile. “A dream come true.”

Hi hiiii This is part of my 1k Celebration, if you like this please be sure to look at the Bingo Card and ask for a prompt! Love y'all <33

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yunxi-11085 · 1 year ago

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foxian caelus (previous life) x Dan Heng

note ; (Dan Feng is Dan Heng's previous incarnation) he will be refered to as ying yue = his chinese pinyin

tw ; some of the characters may or may not be OOC I'm writing this sleep deprived no beta so good luck 🤞

it's been a week since I last opened Tumblr (ignore the times I went here to look at fics made by others instead)

if you didn't know already! foxians live 300-400 years and according to xianzhou standards; they're a short-lived species. fun fact : yukong is 246 years old meaning she's a kinda old lady now!

I don't know whether to refer caelus to his chinese pinyin name (qiong) like I would with Dan Heng's (ying yue) because I don't think readers would be familiar with it 🥹

let's start then??

"ying yue?" a familiar voice said, it was soothing to his ears as always.

"mhm?" the vidyadhara asked. looking up at the gold eyes of the foxian. sometimes— the dragon might find himself lost in those pretty, gleaming pupils.

"the tea is pleasant, truly isn't it?" the silver-haired man smiled. ying yue felt his heart flutter at that. it was no fair that foxians had the most beauty in all, or every species.

"of course, these are the new tea leaves that are popular as of now" the vidyadhara replied, tapping at the teacup. the foxian hummed, unconsciously his furry tail wagged while his eyes sparkled. it was no surprise when the latter absolutely adored the dragon.

the dragon followed the motion of the tail and smiled, it was adorable when foxians are excited.

qiong, smiled back. he leaned in, while his hands reached out to caress the latter on the cheek, the dragon leaned into the touch.

"it's no fair vidyadharas are so pretty" he mumbled aloud, the mentioned man laughed and replied "if vidyadharas are pretty, than foxians are heavenly"

the silver-haired flushed red at that comment, he huffed covered his face with his hand.

˚ · .

the two chatted on and on that time passed so fast, and it was already time to leave.

qiong mentioned he needed to do something, and no one should accompany him

"make sure you come back safe and sound, qiong"

"I will always come back silly" the foxian laughed like what the dragon had said was a joke.

but—

this time, he didn't come back

the vidyadhara could only wait centuries apon centuries— yet the only thing that remained was that charm. a small little charm that could only be hung on your necklace

˚ · .

a black haired man boarded the astral express, named Dan heng. he was quiet and reserved, and was very secretive about his past. he bore earrings with— a certain charm

when a silver-haired boy wakes up in the herta space station during a crisis,

Dan heng freezes for a second when he saw him— although Dan heng is reborn as well, he still has some memories of his past life. including ones of a certain silver-haired.

no, he shouldn't be thinking this right now. someone's life is at stake here. when he attempted CPR, before they even touched— he awoke

Dan Heng realizes—

caelus doesn't remember, he looks at Dan heng straight in the eye with no reaction and just curiousity— unlike Dan Heng's memories, where a long silver-haired foxian looked at him with affectionate eyes. calling out to him with a somber smile on his face.

he recalled that it was the last time he saw the silver-haired foxian

the more times they spend with each other, the more Dan heng wakes up in cold sweat when he recalls his past

in fact, these memories could mean something. Dan Heng felt his dragon instincts pop out more often than it should be, the times he had to swallow a growl when a stranger— leaned too close for his liking to caelus.

maybe this is something he could stop. but not when the two are alone in a room, the dark haired man couldn't help but bite and mark the smaller and take him as his own.

during the trip to xianzhou, when Dan heng reunited with the 3. march wanted to take pictures with a few props, it was a new stand he recalled that tingyun put up for trailblazers and travellers like luocha and the astral express.

"Dan heng?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the person who called his name. march

"look at caelus! isn't he so cute?" he looked at caelus, who is now bearing— fox ears headband on his head.

he freezes, it's almost like a common occurance to remember his past life because of a certain silver-haired boy.

that day, only the silver-haired could comfort him

okay I might be going a little crazy but I saw a Twitter fanart and I had to write this

I think this just counts as imagines?? I don't have time to write a whole fic so here's smth ig😭 sorry if the pacing is weird I'm slepy

I might plan to write more for the foxian caelus x Dan Feng part because I felt like I wrote too little

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mymoodwriting · 2 years ago

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1.4k, yandere, kidnapping, drugs, manipulation (@starillusion13)

“What?”

You stared up at the boy, perplexed and fearful. Your mind barely registered the pianos on fire behind him. You wanted to ask who he was or how he got in, but that had already been answered. As an arts professor of this institution you were tasked with holding the auditions for potential new students. You had a list of who was supposed to be here, but no pictures, so you just assumed this gentleman was next to perform. Going by the performance itself it became very clear that wasn’t the case, and his behavior told you not to say anything. You were just hoping he’d leave after his outburst, but instead he had taken a bow. He pulled up a mask, his piercing blue eyes staring right at you, and you stared right back.

“Oh, the pianos. I’ve always said my skills are fire, don’t you agree?”

“…”

“Anyway. It was quite difficult to find you, but seeing you in a place like this, it’s fitting. We should go before the fire alarm goes off.”

He spoke it into existence, the fire alarm going off at that moment. The loud noise was what you needed to snap out of your dazed state and run. You jumped to your feet and bolted for the nearest exit, stumbling out into the hall. You saw doors open, students soon filing out of their rooms. You were about to scream for help when there was suddenly an arm around your waist and a rag over your mouth.

“Not that way.”

You squirmed in your captives arms, but that seemed to work against you. Whatever you were breathing was taking effect, and making you weak with every lung full. He dragged you back into the theater, and the last thing you could make out was the burning fire on stage.

🖤

As you came to you felt this weight on your body. There wasn’t anything holding you down, but whatever you had been given really took all your strength. Even opening your eyes was a bit of a struggle. What probably woke you was the low rumbling and rocking of the vehicle you were in. It seemed to be some van and you were laying in the back. You were on a blanket, but it didn’t provide much comfort. You couldn’t even look around, so you had no idea how much time had passed. Although soon enough the van came to a stop, or at least it felt that way. You vaguely heard a door open and shut, and moments later were blinded by light when the back was opened.

“You awake? That’s good cause we’re here.”

“Uh…”

The boy picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style into some building. You couldn’t make much out but you felt yourself get laid down on some table. You tried looking around but the whole place seemed empty. Then again you barely had any of your senses.

“Now, I know you have a lot of questions, but everything will make sense soon enough.”

You laid there, feeling like you were slipping in and out of consciousness, time passing by without any meaning. You could have been left alone for seconds, minutes, even hours, but you couldn’t tell the difference. When he did get back into your field of vision your eyes were drawn to the vial in his hand. It had a strange green glow, and it made you feel uneasy.

“It was quite difficult to get this, but you don’t need to worry. You’ll feel some discomfort, but it’s best you don’t fight it.”

“Wat… what is…”

“Sh, just relax.” He pet your head. “Everything will be okay.”

Even in your state you could understand the fear growing inside you. The green vial got closer to your face, and you noticed the man unscrewing the lid. You were afraid of what would happen next, and that managed to give you some strength. A green fog passed through your field of vision, a strange scent hitting your nose, and you acted instinctively. In the moment you threw your arm up and knocked the vial out of his hand. Then there was the sound of glass shattering.

“You-”

The man growled, clearly upset, but he wasn’t going to take anything out on you. Instead he walked away, and left you alone again. That sliver of strength was enough to save you, and it seemed you were regaining your senses. You couldn’t be sure if the other was gone, but you weren’t just going to remain in place either. Despite the danger you managed to roll off the table. It wasn’t a big drop, but it hurt nonetheless. You took a second to recover then focused all your strength on standing up. Getting on your hands and knees alone was a struggle, but from there you had the momentum to keep going.

You grabbed the table to help you get on your feet. Your legs were shaking, but eventually you had stability. As you caught your breath you looked around, seeing things a bit more clearly. There did seem to be a dark nothingness surrounding you. The only light around was near the table you were holding yourself up on, and another table a few feet away. You couldn’t see an exit, but maybe you could get some information. You took a deep breath and stumbled your way over to the other table. As your hands grasped the edge you felt a headache overtake you. Your legs gave out and you collapsed to the floor, grabbing your head.

A series of images flashed before your eyes. There were a handful of faces, the same ones repeating over and over, but in different scenarios. One moment you could see them all at a restaurant where some of them seemed to work. The next they were on a race course, then out tagging some shipping crates at a dock, and then at some gambling table. So many different snippets. It was so random, yet it all had feelings attached to it. You couldn’t believe what you had seen, but to some degree you felt it was all real. It seemed impossible, since you didn’t recognize any of the faces, but something deep inside said otherwise. Once your headache had calmed down you managed to stand up again, and then you got nervous.

Now you could see the contents of the table, and it sent shivers down your spine. You saw pictures scared around, all of the same people, the same ones you had just seen, and a few of you as well. It looked like your kidnapper had been watching you for a while, watching all these other boys too. You were all the more frightened now, and desperate to escape. Your eyes scanned around again but there was nothing but darkness. At this point it was best to just pick a direction and walk. Surely there had to be some way out. Your captor disappeared, so there must be a door somewhere in the void. You took a breath, and prepared yourself. Although when you opened your eyes and turned around you came face to face with the masked man.

“Are you remembering?”

You yelled. “…you… do I know you?”

“Of course you do, we’re friends, and more.”

“What?”

“It’s complicated to explain, even when things clear up it’ll still be messy. You see we know each other in every possible universe, it’s just a matter of opening your eyes.”

“I don’t… I don’t know you…”

“Not yet, but you’ll remember. It might take longer since you didn’t get a strong dose, but a little is just enough to kick start the whole thing.”

“… why… why me?”

“Cause you’re special. We need you, I need you. Without you the others won’t play nice, so it’s important to have you for stability.”

“Stability?”

“Yup. Once you understand, we can get the others.”

“No… no I don’t-”

Your headache suddenly came back. Your body gave out on you again but the stranger caught you and held you in their arms. More images of those boys flashed before you, a whole bunch of new scenarios, and now your feelings went deeper. You could vaguely make out the context of somethings, as if trying to relive a memory. So this time around the whole ordeal was stronger, opening your eyes to foreign, yet familiar, information. As the headache settled you looked up at the one holding you. A shaky hand reached up and pulled down the mask, seeing the only face that wasn’t on the table of pictures. Despite the confusion and uneasiness there was a small hint of peace and trust just bubbling underneath you. It was certain those types of feelings would grow and beat out whatever concerns you had. And as you saw the face of your kidnapper a name came to mind.

“Chan?”

“Hello again…”

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mackenzielovee · 2 years ago

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protection (11) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf!ari x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of guns/gunfire, sexual innuendoes, kissing, allusions to sex, daddy kink

wc: 4.4k

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The next morning, you wake with a different kind of ache between your legs.

Ari’s arms are both wrapped tightly around you, keeping you pressed to his chest as he snores above you. You smile to yourself and cuddle in, residing to stay close until he wakes up. It could be minutes or hours, but no part of you cares. Not when you’re with him.

Ari more than made up for yesterday when he got between your legs last night, and even though you’re past it, you still plan to give his credit card a workout today just because you can and should.

You turn around in his arms, desperate to see his face, and he stirs. His snoring stops and his nose scrunches. You’re desperate to take a picture of that expression, because he just looks too cute, when his grip tightens around you.

“Go back to sleep,” he grunts in a deep, raspy voice.

“Can’t,” you reply.

With his eyes still closed, Ari hikes up a brow, “What?”

“Just want to look at you, daddy,” you whisper, “So handsome.”

A teasing smirk suddenly appears on his lips, and even though he does his best to push it down, you see it, and you love it. You bring your hand up and trace the creases in his cheeks from his smile, which only deepens it.

“What time is it?”

You peek up just enough around him to see the alarm clock on his nightstand.

“Nine thirty.”

Ari takes a deep breath, then quickly and loudly exhales. He presses you close and then nudges your forehead with his nose, all without opening his eyes.

“Fuck, I have to get up. Nick’s gonna be here in—” Ari’s phone starts to ring right then, and he sighs, “Now.”

You frown, but opt not to argue, “Okay.”

Ari finally pulls his eyes open, and you’re met with that sea of blue you love so much. He smiles as he combs over your features, suddenly in no rush to get up.

“You could come down to my meeting with me,” he grins mischievously and allows his hands to travel down your back and to your ass, “Keep my cock warm while Nick and I discuss—”

“All the ways you want to harm my father?” you snort, “No, thanks.”

Ari’s face contorts, and for a moment, you watch as he fumbles over his words. He has no idea what to say back to that, you’re sure, because he can’t lie to you, but he’s unwilling to tell the truth.

“Alright,” he says hesitantly, “So, what are you going to do today?” You shrug, “Nice day for a pool day.”

He groans again, but this time, it’s for a different reason entirely.

“Fuck,” he swears, “I’ll have to come out and see which bikini you choose.”

You grin, “I’ll even let you take it off of me, if you’re nice.”

He shakes his head, then all at once, grabs your hips and hoists you up. You wind up straddling him, squealing as he pinches your sides and lets out laughs.

“Tease,” he grumbles playfully, pinching your hip again.

“Levinson?”

You freeze and instinctually sink back into Ari’s chest at the sound of Nick at the door. He knocks twice after he speaks, eliciting a low growl from Ari’s throat.

“Fuck off, Fowler, I’m in the middle of something,” Ari shouts, stroking through your hair to comfort you.

“Someone,” Nick corrects through the door, then continues, “Mornin’, darling. Brought you an iced coffee and a muffin.”

You perk up at the sound of that. Ari chuckles at your reaction, and when you look over at him with a grin, he waves a hand up in the air.

“Go,” he mumbles.

“Come with me,” you pout, leaning up to kiss his jawline sloppily, “I’ll give you half my muffin.”

He scoffs, “Thanks.”

You pull him from the bed after a few more minutes and a thousand more kisses. He gets dressed in jeans and a plain white shirt while you toss on leggings and an old Pink Floyd shirt of Ari’s.

He takes your hand and guides you downstairs, where Nick is sitting at the bar on his phone, and Mateo is standing across from him. Nick has an iced coffee and a bagel in front of him, as does Mateo.

When the two notice you, Mateo gives you a small, acknowledging nod, while Nick grins widely and offers you a wave.

“Glad you two finally made it out of bed,” he teases with a smirk, “Can’t even say I blame you, Ari.”

“Shut the fuck—”

“Where’s Javi?” you interrupt, looking over at Mateo.

You watch Mateo’s eyes shoot up to Ari, and when he widens them and shrugs halfway, you sigh and pull your hand out of Ari’s. Nick snorts at the motion, but you ignore him and exit the kitchen without a word. You disappear down the hallway before any of the men can say a word, then stop at the only door you’ve seen Javier come out of.

“Y/N,” Ari calls from the kitchen.

You ignore him and knock against the bedroom door, listening afterward for motion inside.

“Javi?” you call, “Can you come out for breakfast?”

The door pulls open as soon as you finish speaking, and you’re relieved that they unlocked his door, too. He leans against the doorframe in sweatpants and a tee shirt, sporting messy hair and an unsure expression.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks.

“For which thing?” you raise a brow, “The lying about Ari sleeping with other women? Or the inappropriate comments you made about me not blaming Ari for Vick’s death?”

Javier’s lips twitch, “Either one.”

You give him a small, playful smile, then reach for his hand.

“Kind of,” you admit, “Come on.”

He nods and takes your hand, then follows you out of his bedroom and into the kitchen without an argument. Ari’s eyes narrow immediately when he sees your hand in Javier’s, and even though you don’t want to give in, you pull away.

“Morning, Javier,” Mateo greets him quietly.

“Morning, everyone,” Javier replies, “Coffee, bonita?”

“Bonita has been taken care of,” Nick reports smugly, “Coffee’s in the fridge for you, love, and muffin is on the counter. Levinson, bagel and coffee for you, too.”

Ari removes your coffee from the fridge for you, then walks it over to you with a death glare on Javier’s head. You retrieve your muffin, then give Ari a short kiss to his jaw when he places your coffee on the counter in front of you.

All of the men watch as you grab a knife and split the muffin four ways. You don’t say a single word as you grab plates down and place each piece on a separate one, then silently begin passing them out. Mateo first, who gives you a confused but kind smile. Javier second, who stares in admiration and then gives you a thankful nod. Ari last, who clenches his jaw.

“None for me?” Nick asks mischievously.

“No,” you reply, saving the last plate for yourself, and picking up your coffee in your other hand, “You’re the asshole who brought nothing for Javier.”

Javier snickers and pours himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot. Ari, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to find it as funny.

“Dude, I thought we all collectively didn’t like him,” Nick grumbles to Ari.

Ari opens his mouth to speak, to agree, when you whip your head over at him and raise a daring brow. You watch as his mouth closes halfway, and ultimately, he decides to close it completely before shrugging and popping some of the muffin into his mouth.

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned,” Nick grins, “Never thought I’d see the day a woman got Ari Levinson to shut the fuck up.”

Ari reaches over and slaps the back of Nick’s head, “If you got to fuck her, you would, too.”

You smile victoriously, ignoring the way his comment makes Mateo’s ears go pink. All of them watch as you cross the room and step over to the back door. Without so much as a request, Ari comes over and unlocks it for you, then opens it so you don’t have to set your muffin or coffee down to do it yourself.

“Thanks, daddy,” you whisper, just loud enough for him, “Have a good meeting.”

Ari leans down and kisses you softly, then pulls back and whispers against your lips.

“Hold his hand again, baby. I dare you.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Ari stands up straight, looking over at Nick as if he’s said nothing at all.

“Ready?” Nick asks.

“Yes. Mateo, you stay outside with Y/N. Javier, do whatever the fuck. I don’t care,” Ari orders, then turns back to you, “Baby, stay—”

“Within Mateo’s eyeline, I know,” you roll your eyes.

“Prove it, then,” Ari mutters, smacking your ass in front of all of them for your attitude.

You just shake your head and escape out the back door, knowing that Mateo will follow.

After you finish your coffee and muffin, you ask Mateo for a laptop so you can do some online shopping — wanting a bigger screen than your phone. Javier, who also joined the two of you outside, promises to stay with you.

Reluctantly, Mateo passes his gun to Javier, then heads inside to do as you asked of him. The two of you are sitting in the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun. You remember what Ari said to Javier downstairs yesterday — how he told him that the second you’re through with Javier, Ari plans to kill him.

“Javi,” you murmur, getting him to look over at you, “I heard what he said to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

Javier swallows, “You have nothing to apologize for. You’re the reason I’m here.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Bonita,” he sighs, holding up his hand, “Let me just say something. Your father would’ve killed me the day you left if you hadn’t brought me with you. After what I did — what I’ve done — I am astounded by your grace. By you keeping me here. I don’t deserve you and I never have. I’ve been a real asshole to you, and you’ve met me with nothing but kindness. So, you don’t need to apologize for him. As much as I hate it, I understand that you’re in love with him, and I’m not going to do anything further that gets in the way of that. I’m just biding some time, and when things cool off with your dad, and I know you��re safe here, I’m going to leave. I promise.”

You sit up in your chair as you digest his words, then scoot closer to him. He gives you a soft smile but makes no attempt to reach out to you or offer you a hand, which you respect. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the back door opens, and the man you recognize as Patrick slips out of the house.

“Good morning, ma’am,” he greets you as he nears, “I didn’t get to formally introduce myself yesterday.”

“Right,” you smile, standing from your chair, “Patrick. The pasta was incredible. Thank you.”

He grins. It’s an easy smile, a borderline flirtatious smile, and when he holds his hand out to you, you take it.

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed it. I had to make sure it was perfect for you, being Mr. Levinson’s—um—”

He stutters and stops himself, shaking his head. You let out a small chuckle and drop his hand, then wave it off.

“Thank you, regardless,” you murmur.

He nods, then turns to Javier, “Uh, sir, I need the weapon, please. Mr. Levinson’s instructions.”

Javier rolls his eyes and shakes his head to himself, but doesn’t argue. He hands Patrick the gun and then collapses back into his chair, resigning to saying nothing.

“Is that really necessary?” you huff, “Javier’s been protecting me for years.”

“Just following orders, ma’am,” Patrick replies.

You sigh and accept the order, knowing your words won’t change a thing. Patrick waits until Mateo comes back outside with a laptop in hand, then excuses himself and goes back into the house.

“May I ask what you need the laptop for, Miss?” Mateo asks as he settles into the chair beside you.

“Payback,” you reply simply, “If Ari’s going to be locking me in our bedroom, I’m gonna at least make sure I have what I need.”

Mateo and Javier exchange a glance over your head, but both men are smart enough not to say anything.

They sit and chat while you’re busy online shopping; filling up carts in different tabs and pulling an entire room together. You find curtains, a full length mirror, an entirely new makeup kit, an area rug, a new comforter, new pillows, a few new purses, a bunch of new clothes, a new dress, new diamond earrings, and two pairs of Louboutin heels — one nude and one black.

“Do you think these shoes are cute?” you ask Javier, turning the screen around.

He nods before his eyes catch on the price, and his eyes widen slightly.

“He really pissed you off, huh?”

You bite your lip, “He made up for it.”

Javier groans but doesn’t verbally respond, leaving you to type in Ari’s credit card number one more time. Just as you hit the big, green ‘purchase’ button, the back door opens, and Ari makes his way out. He looks down at his phone right as your order goes through, and when he sees the alert, his jaw clenches.

“That’s real cute, baby,” he says, although his tone tells you that it’s anything but, “Enjoying yourself?”

You shrug playfully, “You said to get whatever I need.”

“You need two pairs of Louboutins?”

“Yes,” you answer simply, “But, I mean, if it’s too much for you to handle, just say the word and I can use Javier’s card. Or Mateo’s. Or Patrick’s—”

Ari takes your jaw in his hand and angles you so you’re practically staring up at the sky, but into his eyes instead. His grip is just a little too tight, but you squeeze your thighs together regardless. Something about Ari just does it for you, even if you can’t place it.

“You hard-headed woman,” he mutters, “If I catch you using anyone else’s money, I will shoot them dead right where they stand and make you watch. You want that on your conscience, princess?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Good,” he replies, releasing you before looking over at the other men, “Give us a moment alone.”

Javier and Mateo excuse themselves and head inside without another word. You watch them go, and as soon as the door closes behind them, Ari sits down on the end of your lounge chair. He lifts your legs and places them over his thighs, then traces your ankle bone with his pointer finger.

How, you wonder, can he go from the guy who shot Vick point blank, to the guy who is lightly and delicately cradling your ankle in his grasp? How can this be the same man?

“You shot Vick for less,” you blurt out as you stare at him, digesting his latest threat.

Ari’s eyes narrow, “Excuse me?”

“I just mean, you shot Vick because he was following orders. You killed him right in front of me. So, it’s not like—”

“I’m not going to keep having this same conversation,” Ari grits out.

“We’ve actually never had this conversation,” you remind him, “At least, not the one where I tell you not to kill people just for looking at me the wrong way.”

“That’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to draw my gun,” he argues.

“Ari, be serious.”

“I am,” he argues.

You hike up a brow. So does he. You cross your arms. He rolls his eyes. You sigh dramatically, he pinches your ankle.

Even though you want to be serious, you can’t help but feel, in this moment, that the two of you have been created for one another. In your own messed up, inappropriate way.

“Anyway, there’s a dinner this Saturday night for Nick’s business. I have money invested so I have to go. Now, it’ll give you a chance to wear your new Louboutins.”

You raise a stubborn brow, “Is that your way of asking me to be your date?”

“I didn’t know I had to ask.”

You roll your eyes at him, but secretly, you’re planning the color of your dress and jewelry to match.

“Well, you do. Especially if I’m going to get all dressed up just to come face to face with three women you’ve slept with.”

It’s the first time you’ve brought up that part of the night since being drunk in the elevator with him. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if you ignored it for long enough, you’d forget. Now, the idea of going out in public with Ari makes your stomach flip as you think about all the potential things — or people — you could meet.

Ari looks shocked for a moment, but he collects himself quickly. Clearing his throat, he stands from the chair and takes a step back, which makes your heart cry out.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you for dinner.”

You don’t say a word as he walks away. When he gets to the door, he opens it and says something, then steps out of the way for Mateo to come back out. Ari disappears, and once he’s gone, Javier slips out, too.

Mateo settles in the chair beside you and Javier takes his time walking over, observing your body language and facial expression as he comes.

“You okay, bonita?” he asks softly.

You look down at the laptop screen, which shows a collection of clothes you’d been planning on weeding through. Now, the thought of spending a dime makes you sick.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, slamming the laptop shut, “I just need to take a walk. Do either of you have any cigarettes?”

“Ma’am—” Mateo starts, but you silence him.

“Javi?”

“I do,” he replies, “In my room. I’ll be right back.”

He hurries into the house and comes back out a moment later with a lighter and a box of cigarettes in his hand. He passes them off to you without a word, and when you start to walk around the yard, Javier walks with you. Silently, he requests a cigarette, and you light it for him. Nobody says anything further, but you know they don’t have to. Sometimes, you’re acutely aware that Javier understands you in ways Ari never could.

Ari’s in his office until late, and you don’t bother questioning what he’s doing. Nick is still here, you can tell by the low laughter and the fact that one of Ari’s men has come into the kitchen twice to get a new bottle of whiskey.

Javier stays up with you for a while, but when he can no longer keep his eyes open, he tells you goodnight and slips off to his room. You remain on the couch, blanket pulled up to your chin, watching the movie you put on just to kill time.

“Where is she?”

Nick’s voice carries through the hallway, and you tense on the couch. Not out of fear, but out of the knowledge that Nick brings Ari, and Ari brings confrontation. Especially if he’s drunk.

“Living room,” Ari replies, slurring his words just enough, “Saw her on the cameras.”

“Creep,” Nick remarks with a laugh.

You roll your eyes and sit up on the couch, finding no point in hiding there. The men appear rounding the corner, and your eyes widen. Nick has one arm around Ari, trying to hold him up. Ari’s eyes are hazy and drunk, but when they collide with yours, they soften. A grin forms on his cheeks, and even though the last time you saw him, things were tense, it looks as if none of that matters now.

“Hi, baby,” Ari greets you as he nears the couch — with Nick’s help.

“He has something he needs to tell you,” Nick mumbles, dumping Ari onto the cushion beside you.

You scoot closer and brush hair away from Ari’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear. He smiles at the action and sets a palm on your thigh, doing his best to squeeze. You tense but try to remain calm, hoping that whatever he needs to tell you isn’t serious, or bad, or a crime.

“What is it?”

His expression grows serious, “I love you.”

Your chest deflates, and you exhale the worry. Your hand meets his chest, and even though you don’t want him to, Nick sits down in the armchair across from both of you.

“Ari, I love you, too,” you reply.

Ari’s eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he closes his eyes, nodding his head like he really needed to hear those words from you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, where he lazily sponges kisses along the column of your throat.

Nick clears his throat, “There’s something else he told me, but I don’t know if he can get it out, now.”

You furrow your brows, looking over at Nick as you comb your fingers through Ari’s hair. His hand slides further up your body and his kisses continue, but you don’t attempt to hide any of that from Nick.

“What?”

“He told me that he likes when you fight back. He likes that you don’t just give in to him all the time. And, honestly, I think he needs that, you know? Everyone around here gives him whatever, whatever. But you— well, shit. Look at him.”

You smile as you look down at Ari as best you can. His lips still work against your skin, and he continues to paw at you, trying to get you closer, but you resist.

“Thanks for telling me,” you whisper to Nick.

He nods, “I know he can be a fucking prick, but—”

“Fuck you,” Ari grunts into your skin.

Nick laughs, “But, I’ve never seen him think about someone else the way he thinks about you. Don’t hold the dinner thing against him, okay? He’s trying. He won’t be perfect right away.”

You stare at Nick for a while, unable to believe all of the words escaping his lips and how accurate they really are.

“Who would’ve thought you of all people would have a domestic side?” you tease.

He shrugs, “Hey, you don’t give me enough credit. I know him too well, I guess.”

“I guess,” you agree, then lower your voice, “Was he upset or something?”

Nick grimaces, like he knows, but doesn't want to tell you. Ari’s kisses start to diminish in frequency, and when you feel his nose nudge at your jaw, you know he’s making himself comfortable enough to sleep.

“He’d kill me,” Nick mumbles, “Literally.”

“Nick. Tell me.”

He sighs audibly, and with one last look at the snoozing Ari on your chest, he nods.

“Your father embarrassed him, Y/N. Those women being there in front of you like that, I think it really got to him. He seems to think that if you find out these things, you won’t want him anymore. I mean, you know Ari’s not a saint. But, I think in his mind, if you find out, you’ll leave him the same way you left your father. In his words, it was ‘quick’ and ‘you didn’t even hesitate’. That’s what he’s worried about.”

You pout immediately, because you’d never even considered Ari being insecure in any way with you. He always seems so confident, so sure of himself, that the idea of him being insecure or anxious doesn’t even seem to fit correctly.

“I’ll take care of it,” you promise Nick, running your hand gently up and down Ari’s back.

“Thank God, because I can’t listen to him bitch anymore,” Nick grunts as he stands, “Need help getting him upstairs?”

You know you do, but selfishly, you don’t want it. You shake your head and then slip a hand under Ari’s shirt, feeling his warm skin on your palm.

“Goodnight, Nick,” you mumble.

“Night, gorgeous,” he smirks, “And, hey, if you ever feel like Ari didn’t, y’know, finish the job, you can always call me.”

You roll your eyes, “He will kill you for that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, stepping out of the room, “Night.”

You wait until you hear the front door close and lock behind him. The house falls quiet, even though you know that Patrick is patrolling outside, and Javier is in his room only yards away. Ari stirs on your chest and you lean down to kiss the top of his head the same way he always does to you.

“Ari,” you whisper, “Daddy. I love you.”

You feel him smile against your skin, “I love you more, princess.”

Oh, you think. He’s a cuddly drunk. I love that.

“You okay?” you ask him, running the tips of your fingers up and down his skin.

“Sleepy,” he murmurs, “Can I lay on top of you? Won’t crush you.”

You snicker, “Yes, daddy.”

He shifts and allows you to lay down on the couch, missing his warmth for only a split second before he climbs on top of you. All of his weight comes down, but you don’t care. He’s heavy in the best way possible, because you feel secure. Safe. Nothing could possibly happen when he’s protecting you like this.

“Perfect,” he whispers, kissing your cheek sloppily, “Love you so much. Love buying you everything.”

You chuckle, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” he hums lazily, then presses small kisses along your jawline before he buries his head into your neck once more.

You don’t object, you don’t move, you just let him do whatever he wants. His breathing is uneven, which is how you know he’s still awake, even if his eyes are completely closed.

“Ari,” you whisper, “Do you want to go up to bed?”

“No.”

You nod, “Alright.”

Just as you resign to sleeping the remainder of the night on the couch, snoozing under his weight and his kisses, his voice cuts through the air one last time. It’s hushed, barely there, but you still make out the words right before he falls unconscious.

“Please, don’t leave me, baby.”

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice is drowned out by the loud gunshot coming from outside the house.

a/n: thank you so much for reading if you've reached the end of this chapter <3 can't wait for more! im definitely taking this slow bc im not ready to stop writing for these two yet, so prepare for more parts lmao. sending love to all of you! xoxo reblogs are appreciated

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