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why go out when you can binge watch disparuti fara urma on youtube?
#biiiotch the police and close ones are always behind it like fk this corrupt nation#there is one case in which the mentally disabled sibling said that his mom told him about the whereabouts of the missing brother#when asked about it she didn't know shit and didn't even bother to say welp he invents stuff or i told him that to calm him down#they sold the fking child#or another one like: the mom had an affair with a policemna before during and after the marriage with the missing kid's father#oh btw the dna proved that the dad wasn't the dad#the policeman was the last to see the kid and the mom demanded him to tell her why is he keen on getting revenge on her#and he also failed the lie detector test 4 times and got his ass saved because he is a nepo baby#like i am not saying that the girl was his daughter and he did something to her but... it is obvious
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Disenchanted 5: Second Chance
Male Reader x Karina
Tags: 9k, anal, creampie, dp, oral, threesome
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.
Over the following days leading up to my âmarriage counselling sessionâ as I would like to put it much to Karinaâs disdain, my feelings on the matter slowly turned from quiet apprehension to anxiety.
Throughout the past couple of months, sneaking around like a bunch of teenagers was such a turn on. The impromptu meet ups and rash actions, down to what went down with Hajoon and Yeonjun, all of it was as a whole, extremely satisfying. My affair with Karina was a rush of fresh air, the fact that I had been fantasizing about her for all these years only for everything between us to come to fruition almost felt like fate.
With Jaewook not knowing a thing while their marriage fell apart never really pulling on my heart strings, till now. He was bound to find out, there was not a chance in hell that Karina and I could hide our chemistry at the best of times, let alone while fucking. It was something I tried to mentally prepare myself for, a task that Karina seemed to have resigned to fate. I could tell by the way she acted that week, her only focus was her kids, career and me.
Jaewook was well and truly out of the picture at this point, he was, how did she put it when describing Hajoon and Yeonjun? He was merely a prop to satisfy her new found desire to be filled simultaneously, to feel the pulse of multiple men release inside her over and over again. The night of the foursome unlocked a different side of her, unchained and willing to settle for nothing less but satisfaction, she was insatiable and I loved it. I would do anything for her, even sacrifice a poor manâs heart and pride if I had to.
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I had a brief conversation the night before the meet up with Jaewook. It was for all intents and purposes, the most awkward conversation I have ever had.
âHey... I suspect you have spoken to Karina?â Jaewook said, his voice was sombre, yet hopeful.
âI- yes...well- about that...â I started.
âJust- please...I...we...have run out of options,â Jaewook replied solemnly.
âI mean... do you really think this is a good idea?â I asked, hopeful he would reconsider.
It was a turn on for me to share Karina in this way, knowing I was the one who satisfied her to the fullest but there was something about doing this with her unsuspecting husband that made the whole ordeal wrong somehow.
âK- Karina and I have spoken about it, it was my idea, Iâm thinking if we can get the spark back- perhaps...maybe...â he said.
âI donât get it...there is no turning back after this,â I said.
My words were empty laced with a hefty dose of hypocrisy. There was no way back no matter what, I just did not want to get caught.
âIt- itâs fine, itâs better than what we have now.â Jaewook replied almost defeated.
âI- ok...â I said caving in, knowing I was going to go through with it anyway.
âOK...good...say 6pm, I will send you the details.â Jaewook said with renewed optimism.
I nodded internally, putting down the phone with a sigh, it was really going to happen, this was actually going to go down.
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The morning, my eyes shot right open, my body prepped but my mind was still cloudy. Karina kept telling me to let it go, just let it happen she said. We were like polar opposites at this point, almost like I was the one cheating on my other half. I smirked remembering her outrageous comment a few days before. She wanted me to save all my goodness for tonight.
Basically, a vow of celibacy or anything sexual to make my release inside her that much more pulsating as she put it. She really had changed over the past few weeks, coming out of her normally composed shell, demanding what she wanted when she wanted. I loved her for it, it was an extremely sexy trait. Off course I followed suit, making sure I was primed to seed the fuck out of her married pussy that night. My cock twitched just thinking about it, the guilt from the past few days slowly being replaced by a hunger, a lust for what was about to take place. Feeling my phone buzz beneath my pillow I swiped it open only to be greeted by a scantily clad Karina dressed in nothing but some tiny frill line under wear.
âYou ready for tonight?â It read.
I replied with a cheeky wink before getting dressed and packing my things. The drive up to the woodlands would take just under two hours, miles away from civilization, it was the perfect setting to heal...or in our case...fuck our problems away. Karina had asked me to stay a couple of nights, with the option of a cabin room or a more adventurous tent setting, I had chosen the latter, not wanting to be near Jaewook for the meantime as much as I could help it. After about 45 minutes I was out of the city, the winding roads welcomed me like a snaking entrance to my truth, my darkest desires. It was calling me, my mind almost in a trance like state as I pictured how tonight would go down, how Jaewook would react, his facial expression as I penetrated his wife over and over again. How long would it take for the penny to drop that this was not our first time? That I had flooded Karinaâs cunt with my sticky cum many times over to the point that she would leak from her slit moments afterwards, on occasion going back to him, to his arms. It filled me with trepidation, yet at the same time excitement, almost relief that our passionate affair would be fully in the open.
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âHey stranger...â Karina smiled as I pulled my car up at the cabin.
Jaewook was there waving his hand.
âNo worries, we will all get time to get to know each other.â He said in jest.
His joke fell a little flat, eliciting a sharp jab from his Missus as I grinned awkwardly.
The cabin looked just like the ones you see in the films, dark brown decking surrounded by pine trees that lined the outskirts of the property. Despite its foreboding facade the inside of it was warm, a hearty fire was burning bright in the living room, with one of those thick tartan throws in front. I smiled inwardly at the setting, the wood burning fire, cozy looking sheets, it was a setting for one of those porn sets. Karina could read my mind, shaking her head comically as she hid her laughter from Jaewook.
âSo... drink?â I said tentatively, setting my bags down by the foot of the door.
âDrink it is!â Jaewook replied, breaking the awkwardness, gesturing towards the kitchen.
âKarina, why donât you show Minho his tent...Glamping I am told.â He said with a smile.
Pouring me a whiskey on the rocks, I took it straight down, giving me the much-needed kick for tonightâs events as I followed Karina out into the garden. It was more of a vast wooded space than a garden and my large tent was more like an outdoor wooden hut, its roof shaped in a horseshoe complete with working heating and a shower. This was definitely not camping, it was more like a posh outbuilding which overlooked the wooden cabin, having a perfect view of the balcony above.
âThats...our room.â Karina said, tracking my eyes to the balcony.
The way she said our, making it sound like she was referring to me as she shot me smile before pulling me in for a deep kiss out of eyesight from the main cabin. Her lips tasted sweet, like she had just had a cocktail a few moments before. Laced in sugar, her tongue dove into my mouth, searching my oral cavity with her slickness as I sucked on her soft pink lips.
âRelax...â She said, pecking me on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark smudged on my face.
I smirked, shrugging my shoulders before sighing.
âYou sure you want to do this?â I asked tentatively.
Karina merely smiled, kissing me once more before squeezing my crotch firmly.
âCum in me first...â she whispered, mirroring what she said to me moments before the sweaty foursome that kicked this all off.
She left leaving the door open, brushing her hair behind her ear as she stalked her way back to the cabin, the soft taps of her heels scrunching against the broken stone pathway. I sat down on the bed, the rustic looking accommodation giving off a strong nordic feel, like I was in the middle of Iceland. I had always wanted to go there, maybe after this Karina and I could go? I shook the daydream out of my head, hearing Jaewook call out to me from the back door of the cabin.
âBud, everything ok?â He asked.
âYeah... just- settling in.â I replied.
âEverything...check out, ok?â He asked warmly, popping into the room.
âItâs- perfect.â I replied, clasping my hand on his shoulder as I followed him back to the main house.
âGood- well...Karina and I were wondering if you would like to join us for dinner in a bit, I just need to pop to the shops to get a few supplies.â Jaewook said smiling.
His trust in me was astounding, leaving me alone with Karina knowing what I was here to do was either a masterstroke or a naive move. My thoughts were on the latter as I watched his car snake down the driveway and disappear out of view. Just on cue I turned around to see Karina, her pert rear sticking out slightly as she seductively removed her tight jeans, rolling them down her slender, toned legs, kicking them over to me as she disappeared into her bedroom.
âI need a refill...â Karina called out, shaking her wine glass at me.
We both knew that was not what she meant, she wanted to be filled in other ways as I entered the doorway and stared at her beautiful figure. The smoothness of her skin left me feeling weak at the knees, her bra already removed as the ravishing housewife sat with her back away from me looking back in anticipation.
âWhat will it be?â I asked, raising my eyebrows.
âThe usual...â Karina replied seductively.
âI want to feel you cum inside me...â She whispered, biting her lips.
It was enough to set any man off as I unbuckled my jeans only to be met by her hands running along the length of my legs, tugging at my underwear, desperate to uncover her prize. My cock sprang to attention, narrowly missing her eye as I lowered my hands down towards her exposed breasts, massaging her soft mounds till her nipples stood at attention. Giving her perfect tits a firm squeeze, I rolled my eyes into the back of my head the moment she took me into her warm mouth. It was instant, my dick being deep throated inside Karinaâs moist mouth. Her lips slurped at my shaft, sucking on my meat as she covered me in her silky saliva, covering me fully as my tip rested on her tongue, being teased by the suction coming from her full lips as I ran my hands through her hair. Gripping her head slightly, Karina tilted her face up at me, allowing me to fill her cheeks with cock as the mother of three sucked on my slick dick as sensually as the first time I had penetrated her mouth.
âYou...eghmm...taste...mmphhh...so...mmm...fucking good.â Karina moaned against my length.
âBetter than your husband? I asked with a cheeky look.
âFuck my mouth...â Karina replied, as if to prove a point.
I rested the underside of my shaft on her slippery tongue while staring deeply into her brown puppy dog eyes before pumping my cock between her married lips. I watched in awe seeing my length swallowed up inside her wanting mouth, my tip excreting a few drops of precum on her tongue as I held Karina steady and fucked her mouth.
âMmmphhhh...gluck...gluckk...gluckkk...â Karina hummed, taking my cock inside her luscious mouth over and over again, feeding on my dick.
âFuck Karina...turn around...â I moaned through gritted teeth.
I slipped out her mouth with a delectable pop, all the saliva coating my length now dripping onto the wooden floor as Karina kicked off her nonexistent underwear which I picked up and held to my face, taking in a good breath of her moist sexual juices smothered on the bottom of her panties. She studied me with a knowing look on her face, hugging the white sheets as she lay on her front, lifting her leg for me ever so slightly.
I knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. The feeling of her brown eyes boring into my face signaling she wanted me inside her, deep and hard. I did not want to disappoint, pumping my cock a few times with my fist before spreading her slick labia with my fingers and spearing her married cunt with my twitching cock, stuffing her cunt with my thick meat. The feeling of filling her completely never got old, the hug of her pussy caressing my shaft as I thrust downwards and up into her love channel smashing my tip against her cervix. The force, rocked Karina, grimacing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as I punished her from behind, her slickness creaming all over my shaft as we mated like rabid animals. Sweat was pouring from my face and onto Karinaâs perfect form, pooling in the small of her back where I pressed down, pushing her face into the pillows below, ramming as much of my cock into her tight cunt as humanly possible. The sounds of slapping flesh were permeated by grunts and wails, my balls crashing against her tight rear as I bent over, welcoming her tongue between my lips.
âMmmm...fuck...fuckk...deeper...deeper...please...pleaseee...ughhh...â Karina wailed, her face covered in perspiration as I cupped her breasts, pulling her to my chest.
She was basically kneeling upright, my thick cock still penetrating her precious pussy, stretching her gorgeous pink walls out as I fucked the shit out of her. Feeling her body gradually tense up, her ass was first, then the walls of her womb, followed by the trembling of her bronze thighs.
âshitttt...baby...babyy...right...there...â Karina moaned, gyrating her hips onto my groin as I bottomed out inside of her.
âTell me what you want, SAY IT!â I grunted into her ear.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, she breathlessly whispered into my mouth.
âIn me- cumâŚinside me...â Karina said wearily.
âLouder!â I yelled into her neck.
âFucking cum inside me! dumpâŚyourâŚcumâŚinside me!â Karina screamed in euphoria.
Her body trembled in my arms, stretching and spasming in my grasp as I tamed the her, gripping her hips as I rammed my cock deep inside her womb, erupting with ferocity.
âKarina- FuckâŚâ I moaned exasperated.
My weeksâ worth of cum came sprinting out the gates, peppering Karinaâs married cunt as I continued to feed her tight pussy my salt spunk. She flicked her hips in time with my thrusts as I continued to pump my potent sperm right up inside her slit, jet washing her cervix with my sticky semen as she milked my shaft dry. It was a mess, her snatch was overflowing everywhere, being pushed out with each pump as I pulled her close, seeding her womb and painting her uterus with my cum.
âOhhh god...I can feel it running inside of me...â Karina said with a smirk.
Our kiss was deep and fleeting, hearing the front door unlock and Jaewook place the shopping in the kitchen.
âHoney...â He called out.
âShitâ We both said in unison, Karina smirking cheekily at me.
Karinaâs eyes shot open in fear, yet she still held me close, giving me one final rotation of her hips to suck out the final few drops of thick spunk from my spent cock. Slipping out of her thoroughly fucked cunt, I grabbed my clothes, slinging them in the corner as the remnants of our love affair dribbled onto the wooden floor, Karinaâs grool sticking to my thighs as we disengaged.
âShoot...â I said, scooping it up and tasting her slick sweetness before she ushered me behind the clothes rack.
Karina flipped off the light swiftly, managing to put on her bra, albeit lopsided, before turning away from the door just in time for Jaewook to knock.
âBabeâŚyou in there?â He asked, easing the door open.
âHey- you.â Karina said, rather flustered.
The room was rather dark, as the sun had gone down already but you could still pick out her features in the dim shadows. Jaewook sighed, almost expectantly, I could see his head move up and down slowly surveying his scantily clad wife.
âWhereâs Minho?â He asked, closing the gap.
âHe went for a walk.â Karina replied convincingly, skirting away from Jaewookâs outstretched hand.
âI... have to prep dinner.â She followed up, trying to work her way around towards her jeans sprawled on the floor.
There was a strange tension in the room as I held my breath steady, trying my best to remain silent. It was clear to see observing the couple this close that something was not right at all. Karina almost seemed as if she did not want to be touched by Jaewook who in turn kept pursuing her for some semblance of closeness. It was an endless cycle that I knew only had one outcome.
âKarina...wait.â Jaewook said, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.
They were right in front of me, my face hidden only by a row of coat jackets and a few shift dresses. I could still smell Karinaâs perfume on her hanging clothes, sweet on the senses assaulted by the powerful smell of her sticky sexual juices still smeared on my legs, I loved it.
âJaewook wait, Minho might come back any time now.â Karina said reluctantly.
âPfft...I mean we are all going to go through with this, whatâs the harm in... starting a little early?â Jaewook replied.
I could see the outline of his hands roam her chest, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Almost as if taking the path of least resistance Karina shrugged off his hands.
âJust- make it quick...â She said, peering at me behind the clothes rack.
Even through the darkness, I could tell her face was more apologetic rather than anything else, as if she was ashamed to be doing this right in front of me.
âKarina...I...have...missed...you...so...much,â Jaewook said, his breaths getting shallower as I heard his zipper go down.
There was a slight pause as he held her close, spreading her legs shoulder width apart and easing Karina over. Just like the first time I witnessed them two fucking, it was doggie style, his preferred choice of penetration it seemed. Moving one of the coats ever so slightly, I peered through the darkness, Karina catching the glint in my eye off the moonlight streaming through the window. She took a deep intake of breath as I saw her facial expression change from uncomfortable to a hint of pleasure. Jaewook gently pushed forward, spearing his wifeâs cunt in one motion, bottoming out in her slick, tight pussy.
âGod...you are so wet...â Jaewook said, almost pleased with himself.
âI- uhhh...came...prepared,â She shot back almost immediately.
It was a sordid sight, seeing the woman that I loved being fucked by her husband, each pump of his cock causing my pre discharged spunk to flow so effortlessly out of her. The squelching sounds of his meat irrigating Karinaâs sex of my seed as he filled her precious womb was oddly, a massive turn on. I could feel my member start to grow, unconsciously dropping my hand to rub my tip.
âJaewook- hurry...ughhh.â Karina moaned unconvincingly.
He picked up the pace, the sounds of his hips smashing off her ass now all you could hear, drowning out his grunts of pleasure as he pumped his wife. Karina was rather unbalanced, rocking back and forth as she fell backwards on top of him.
âWait, wait, justâŚjust lie back...let me...â She said, her breathing a little ragged.
âGod baby, itâs been too long... fucking ride me.â He said, lying on the bed with outstretched arms.
Karina pushed her ass out, sitting on his lap, rotating her hips and looking directly at the clothes rail. Gaining a bit of confidence, I stepped out slightly uncovering my cock through the fabric so that she could see what I was doing. We locked eyes as Karina rode her husband in reverse cowgirl now, straddling his lap and flicking her hips.
âUghhhh...ughhh...just...like that...â Karina moaned.
I watched as Jaewook grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, stuffing more of his cock into her primed and well fucked pussy. Taking the opportunity with Jaewook being distracted, I grabbed Karinaâs soaked underwear from the floor, wrapping it around my stiff cock and jerking methodically. Rocking my head back I could feel Karina watching me, her moans were getting loader as I could tell Jaewook was rubbing hard up against her cervix. Staring at each other again, I picked up the pace which she duly followed, riding her husband wildly, fucking more meat into her tight cunt.
The sight of her getting railed was hitting the right buttons, my balls starting to churn as I felt my cum travel up my shaft and shoot from my tip. I was quick enough to catch every drop inside her soft silky underwear, continuing to milk my dick of my essence while watching Karina approach her crescendo.
âUghhhh...Iâm- Iâm...cuming...shitt...ughhhh.â Karina wailed, her arms outstretched towards me.
Jaewook was bucking his hips, pumping his straining cock into his wife. His hands gripping her hips as he reached the point of no return.
âKarina...baby...take it, fucking...take...it...â Jaewook groaned, taking all his frustration out on forcing more of his cum deep inside her womb.
He was still cumming inside her when I stepped forward, pouring my cum down Karinaâs open mouth, pooling on her lips as she swallowed my load sensually, taking my fingers with it as I stuffed her drenched underwear into her mouth. Karina and I locked eyes once more, her hands spearing out to my crotch, giving my spent cock a few pumps before tasting my semen on her fingertips. I knew this was the beginning of a long night, seeing her motion towards the door while still flicking her hips and milking her husband. Ducking low and grabbing my clothes, I slipped silently out the room, making my way to the cabin to clean up.
I had no idea how long I had been in the shower afterwards by the time Karina came knocking on my door. She wore a sheepish smile on her face as I opened the door, only to be greeted by Karina in the tightest little outfit I had ever seen her in. Dressed in a white miniskirt and some sort of crop top bra, she kissed me on the cheek, slapping my balls, before giving me a cheeky little dance routine.
âDinner in five, wear something- comfortable.â She said, winking at me before returning to the house.
I was in utter shock, this evening had been crazy already, in some ways more outrageous that the night with Yeonjun and Hajoon. This was with her husband... and he seemed to be all for it. Walking through the backdoor, Jaewook greeted me immediately with a beer.
âHey man, thanks for... going for that walk earlier, me and Karina had time to reconnect...â He said with a sly smile.
âWhat are you guys talking about?â Karina said, as she popped open a bottle of wine.
âNothing⌠just about our little warm up earlier,â He said, jovially.
Jaewookâs mood had taken a turn for the better, buoyed by his little fuck session with Karina earlier. Unbeknownst to him, I had already... how do we say it... pumped and dumped a weeksâ worth of my pent-up seed deep inside her marital cunt. There was probably a good chance that a few of my soldiers were swimming around in her womb right now.
âWell- practice makes perfect.â Karina, shot back in jest.
âWell...I think you enjoyed yourself babe.â Jaewook said with confidence.
âJaewook? seriously? time and place.â Karina replied, her cheeks going red as we caught each otherâs glanceâs.
âThis looks amazing Karina.â I said, changing the subject.
The table was all laid out, a full-on roast, a bit heavy I thought given what we were about to do. Saying that however we would need a lot of energy so maybe it was the correct decision. It was a strange atmosphere at first, the awkwardness was palpable will we got to the second bottle of wine.
âSo, Minho- are you...excited about later?â He asked raising his eyebrows.
âWho said anything about later, now is as good as any.?â I replied, winking over at Karina as I took another sip of beer.
âEasy, canât have you throwing up all this well-prepared food.â Jaewook said laughing.
The banter continued throughout the night, both Karina and I eye fucking each other whenever Jaewook looked away. It was getting harder and hard to hide our chemistry as I offered to do the dishes, brushing Karinaâs hands as I picked up the dirty plates. The look she gave me almost made me pin her tight frame against the kitchen table and rail her right there. We both knew she would have let me, irrespective of Jaewook being there or not.
âEhh leave it in the sink.â Jaewook said, a slight slur in his words.
âYes...lets...crack open another bottle in the living room.â Karina said, squeezing my hands discretely as she passed by.
The small gesture brought a smile to my face as I followed the couple to the living room, complete with a brightly lit fire and tartan rug on the floor. I remembered my first though of the setting, like a porn set.
âAll we need is a camera.â I blurted out.
Karina looked at me shocked, her expression was priceless as she slapped my arm rather firmly.
âHaâŚI love the way you think.â Jaewook replied, finishing off his drink.
âWhat do you say babe?â He followed up, kissing Karina on the cheek and pulling her close.
âI- donât think⌠no, not tonight.â She said, slightly embarrassed and taking a seat on the far side of the couch.
Jaewook looked at me rather disappointed to which I just ushered my hands down signaling him to drop it. Karina gave me an appreciative smile as Jaewook sat down next to her leaving the single leather-bound seat next to the fireplace for me. From this angle, I could see all the way up Karinaâs bronze leg, my gaze practically eye fucking her next to her husband which did not go unnoticed.
âSo... here we are...â Jaewook said rather suggestively, grazing his hand on Karinaâs knee.
âDo...you like him watching babe?â He followed up, taking another sip of his beer and drifting his hand ever so slowly up her smooth thighs.
âMmm...hmmm.â Karina sighed never leaving my gaze as I felt a tug in my trousers.
This was it, the moment we had been working up towards, for the past week or so. Jaewookâs eyes were filled with lust as he leant over, kissing Karina along her nape, his tongue extending, licking her down her chest, freeing her left breast from her top. I could feel the tension in the room slowly dissipate, replaced my sexual energy emanating from all three of us. Studying every contour of her face, she closed her eyes, rolling her head back the moment Jaewook made contact with her sex, his fingers audibly penetrating her labia as I heard the slickness of her cunt squelch with each thrust of his forearm. Watching Karina, mouth agape, staring back at me while Jaewook sensually fingered her was one which would stay with me forever.
âUghhhh...â Karina moaned gently as Jaewook pleasured her cunt.
âYou see Minho...she isnât as intimidating as you thought.â Jaewook said softly, increasing the thrusts of his fingers.
Karina had her legs wide open at this point, giving me a perfect view of her husband inserting another two fingers into her perfectly slick pussy, the way her lips hugged his probing digits were complimented perfectly by her soft moans and gyrating hips. I felt my cock stir in my pants again, unzipping my trousers to comfort my straining cock, eager to get in on the action.
âLooks like our guest is almost ready...â Jaewook said, his voice in a sex fueled trance.
âLie down for me...â He said, kissing Karina on the neck and feeding her his fingers.
Lost in a drunk lustful haze, Karina lay down, spreading her legs for him as Jaewook positioned himself between her toned thighs. Her head rested on the couch armrest, face turned towards me extending her tongue in my direction. With one swift thrust, Jaewook had fucked his cock right up to the hilt, causing the couch to creak under the force.
âUghhhhh...â Karina moaned; her eyes fixated on my raging cock as I pumped myself to the sordid view in front of me.
âFuck⌠you feel so good baby...â Jaewook moaned, grabbing her by the hips and railing his dick deep inside her womanly cavern.
Each thrust of his cock bringing about a sharp groan from Karina who had now reached out a hand towards me beckoning me to come closer.
âItâs OK bro... come...have a try...â Jaewook said, pumping his cock into Karina once more.
Taking one last swig of my beer I kicked off my trousers and walked over to Karinaâs face. Her head was overhanging on the armrest, perfect for what I had planned. It was almost as if she had read my mind, pulling me in close for a deep kiss before whispering in my ear.
âCum down my throat...â She said, licking me up my cheek as I positioned her upside-down, head between my legs.
Jaewook saw this little interaction but it did not affect him in the way I thought it would. I was sure he must have known there was something going on with Karina and I by how comfortable we were in each otherâs company, the countless stares across the room must have been seen by him at least once. Now a passionate kiss while he was balls deep inside her would be the final straw. Never the less, it seemed to spur him on, egg him forward as he intensified his pumps into Karina, fucking her cunt with reckless abandon.
âMinho...do...it...fuck...my wifeâs mouth...â He groaned through gritted teeth.
Karinaâs eyes were wide and longing, her breasts bouncing up awkwardly with each full force fuck from her husbandâs. Reaching up between my thighs she wrapped her tiny hands around my base and began to jerk. Her thumb running circles along my slit whilst her other hand squeezed hard on my balls as I positioned my tip at the entrance of her mouth. It was such a sexy scene, seeing Jaewook thrust his meat all the way up Karinaâs tight cunt while her face lay upside down between my legs, mouth at my mercy. Not taking a moment to process anything I pumped my hips forward, stuffing her mouth full of my cock till my tip reached her tonsils.
âmmpphhh...gluck...gluck...gluckk.â
Spit was pooling at the side of Karinaâs mouth, her lips wrapped firmly around my shaft as both Jaewook and I pumped her from both ends, ravaging her pussy and oral cavity all at once. It was savage the way we pleasured ourselves without a thought for her comfort, lost in a world of our own as he railed her tight body relentlessly. Grabbing both of her breasts, I squeezed down hard on her nipples making Karina moan around my meat as Jaewook gripped her hips even tighter, eager to stuff her cunt with as much of his cock as he could. The feeling of Karinaâs tongue lapping up my precum dribbling into her mouth was euphoric, her lips providing just the right amount of suction as I skull fucked the housewife on the sofa. I groaned at her touch as she popped me out of her mouth and allowed me to teabag her. Taking each of my orbs between her lips, then both at the same time, while jacking my slippery cock covered in her warm saliva as I continued to knead her perfect tits. Looking up, Jaewook was close, it was strange as Karina had always requested me to cum in her first. It was like we were thinking the same thing as I looked down and saw her eyes pleading with mine, knowing her husband was close she popped me back in her mouth and began to suck me with ferocity.
âFuckk...karina...suck...me...â I moaned, gripping her face and fucking my meat deep into her throat.
She was gagging but did not care, eager for me to win the race to spill inside her first. Karina was good, her tongue finding a rhythm with my penetrative strokes as I pumped her throat, she sucked my tip on exit making my balls churn hard. I could feel I was there, running my fingers through her hair once more I fucked her face deep into the armrest with a loud thud. My cock exploded between her lips as a torrent of cum flooded her mouth, Karinaâs lips remained pursed, sealing my seed inside her oral chamber as I continued to pump her throat full of my warm sticky sperm. The whole sight must have triggered Jaewook, seeing me pulse down his wifeâs throat with ferocity he thrust his cock as far as he could into her tight cunt unleashing his load inside her twitching womb.
âFuckk...babee...â Jaewook growled, his cock spasming with each subsequent follow through as Karina rubbed furiously at her clit.
We were filling her up at both ends, pumping our seed deep inside her pussy and mouth at the same time as she writhed in pleasure. Bending over her face I took her pert and sweaty nipples between my lips and began to suck, rubbing at her throbbing clit as Jaewook continued to thrust his cock inside his wife. My member was still between her lips as Karina continued to keep my cock as a prisoner within her mouth, not stopping for a moment in sucking me bone dry, she wanted to get me hard again. I could hear her swallowing with each suck of her lips, taking down my sperm into her stomach as I felt her thighs start to tense.
âUghhhh...fuckk...minho...minho...fuckkk...baby...â She moaned as I attacked her clit with my fingers.
I looked up between sucks of her tits, seeing Jaewook withdraw his spent cock from her cunt as I felt Karina suck down hard on my cock once more, her tongue working wonders around my meat, bringing it back to life as she climaxed hard around my fingers. Fucking her with my digits with deep strokes, I basically scooped Jaewookâs cum out of her cunt as I fucked her face while rubbing deep inside her pussy, reaching her g-spot and applying pressure.
âBabeee...â She yelled, bucking her hips as she squeezed her legs shut around my hands, twitching in pleasure.
Her juices were all over my fingers, together with Jaewookâs essence which I fed into her waiting mouth. It must be the first time she had tasted his cum as his expression was priceless. By this time, I had already regained my hardness, slipping from her lips with a slurp. She looked at me and I knew what she wanted, kneeling up and extending her hands towards me. Picking the sexy ass up I guided her to the nearby wall, her hands on my shaft, jerking it. With a look of lust Karina looked at me and then nodded, raising her legs for me, before glancing at Jaewook.
Knowing what she wanted immediately I closed the gap, pushing my tip into her wanting sex with ease. Karinaâs pussy juice and grool, together with Jaewookâs cum creating a thick film of lubricant for me to penetrate her aching cunt.
âShit...youâŚfuck...me...good...â She whispered in my ear as she wrapped one of her legs around my waist.
My thrusting starting off slow, building in speed and power, I wanted to savor every moment inside her married pussy while Jaewook watched behind us. The pump of my hips slapping against her groin each time I fucked more cock inside his wife was such a thrill. Having Karina whisper sweet nothings in my ear knowing I was going to seed her cunt while her husband watch, turned her on to no avail.
âCum in me while he watches...â She whispered repeatedly into my ear.
âFill me up baby...just like that.â She followed up.
I picked up the pace, filling her womb with more of my cock as I smashed up against her cervix, my tip attacking, reaching maximum depth as I fucked her onto her tip toes. It was at that point I had an idea, picking Karina up and turning her around.
âHer ass Jaewook...fuck her ass...â I said breathlessly, pumping my dick deep inside her twitching pussy.
âWhat...umm...but...she does not...â Jaewook started.
âFucking do it.â Karina snapped back.
He followed suit, grabbing her waist as I spread her ass cheeks for him. I could tell when he filled her anal cavity by the look on Karinaâs face the moment she was stuffed by two cocks simultaneously.
âFuckk...â Karina groaned into my mouth, wrapping her hands around my neck as her thighs tightened around my waist.
âFuckkk Karina...your ass...it feels...feels...amazing.â Jaewook moaned, rolling his head back.
âOver there, Jaewook lean against the banister.â I said motioning to the stairs.
All three of us waddled over to the stairs as Jaewook leant back on the cool wooden railings. Karina knew what was coming as I pinned her back firmly onto Jaewookâs chest as he continued to irrigate her ass with cock. Kissing her deeply she bit my lip hard as I she held on tightly to my shoulders. Reaching forward I gripped the wooden rails either side of Karinaâs and Jaewookâs head before ramming my cock hard and deep into her cunt. The force withdrew Jaewookâs cock from her ass, slipping out of her tight fuck hole before he recovered and reentered her asshole.
âOhhhh...fuckkkk...ughhhhh...ughhhhh...â Karina screamed.
Her face was all scrunched up, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I fucked my cock deep inside her married pussy, her cervix taking a battering as my crown smashed repeatedly against her insides. The walls of her cunt no longer tight around my shaft, almost relaxed now, accepting defeat as I had my way with her, ramming my cok hard and deep into her wanting slit, stretching her pussy out while Jaewook thrusted up her tight ass.
It was a thing of beauty, perfect teamwork, all three of us working in unison, Karina accepting our meat, Jaewook and I fucked Karina with vigor as we pumped her full of cock. The noise of slapping flesh and groans rung out everywhere as I felt my balls churn once more. I could see Jaewook grimacing behind his wife as Karina moaned desperately in my ear.
âMinho...Minho...Iâm close...fill me up...fucking...dump...it...in...baby...â She moaned in euphoria.
âfuckkk...minhoo...â She screamed, biting down hard and climaxing with two men filling her up.
I had no idea if he heard her say that, if he did, he did not care, too caught up in pumping his staining cock up inside Karinaâs anal cavity to notice, his face now pent up, ready to unload.
âKarina...baby...Iâm...Iâm...coming.â I groaned, kissing her deeply as I thrust my cock deep inside her cunt one last time.
Bottoming out inside her womb I unleashed a flood of cum inside her pink folds, pumping my potent seed into her precious cunt. I could feel her pussy lips struggle to contain my load as I continued to pump her cunt full of my sperm, my sticky semen dripping down my thighs as I painted her pink walls white. All the gyrations set Jaewook off as I felt his hips jerk. He was dumping his load into her gaping ass while I fueled her cunt with my cum. Both of us unloading inside Karina in unison, jet washing her insides with our cums was as seedy as it got. Feeling her scratch at my back as she accepted both of our loads was perfect, her body twitching in my arms while I filled her womb to the brim while Jaewook filed her anally, injecting her with his sticky sperm.
The three of us stayed in this position for what seemed like forever before Karina slipped free of our grasp and dropped to her knees taking both mine and Jaewookâs cockâs between her lips. Seeing Karina suck on both of us, licked and drank up the remnants of both of our loads
âTake me upstairs...â Karina said, looking up at me while pumping my shaft in her right hand and her husbandâs in her left.
Without saying a word Jaewook picked her up and carried her over his shoulders up the stairs. I watched, studying her rear and taking in the utter destruction of her lower half dripping with copious amounts of spunk and sex, smothered all over the back of her thighs and along her ass cheeks. It looked like Jaewook was in the best mood I had ever seen in a while as he turned to me at the top of the landing, waving for me come join them.
âMinho, get up here.â He bellowed enthusiastically down the stairs.
I ran up with a spring in my step anticipating the next steps on our messed-up fuck affair. As I entered, Jaewook already had Karina up against the wall, his face buried in-between her luscious legs as the sounds of his tongue working overtime on her freshly fucked cunt was all you could hear. He must have had my load smeared all over his face but it was too late, Jaewook was too far gone, lost in a mad lust fueled rage, eagerly sucking Karina to completion while she writhed against his face. Stepping forward I planted my lips on her mouth, tasting her tongue while we swapped spit. Moving behind her I lifted her right leg on top of Jaewookâs shoulder, giving him more access to explore her sex with his mouth. I wanted her ass and she knew this the moment she felt my tip brush her rosebud. Karina was still red raw from the anal fucking Jaewook had given her downstairs, his seed still leaked from her asshole as I ignored all notion of morals, resting my crown at her tightest entrance. Karina looked back at me, taking my lips between hers and biting down hard.
âFuck me...â She whispered in my ear.
âTake me nice and deepâŚâ She followed up, drinking down my spit as she pushed her ass back onto my lap, piercing her anal canal with my cock.
It felt tremendous, her tightness coupled with the softness of fucking Karina anally was immensely satisfying. Each pump of my hips spewing Jaewookâs load which rested deep inside her asshole to come flowing out, like a river of seed, dribbling purposely down her legs as I stuffed her ass full of my meat. The sounds of Jaewook slurping on his wifeâs slit was getting louder, my thrusts deeper, stretching Karina out as she rolled her head back on my shoulder.
âOhhh...aahhh...fuckkk...me...ughhh...suck...me...shittâŚâ She yelled, bucking her hips as her climax reached its peak.
Karina ground her hips hard onto Jaewookâs mouth, fucking his face with her cunt as I continued to rail into her rear from behind, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm contract her anal cavity around my shaft, sucking on my slick cock in earnest, begging me to fill her void. I was close, so close, gripping Karinaâs hips tightly as I fed her my meat, ramming my cock hard and deep into her asshole, fucking her raw.
âBabyâŚâ Karina moaned, to which Jaewook released his face from her cunt lips only to be pushed back down by her wandering hands.
âBabe...â She moaned again.
I knew she was talking to me, I knew what she wanted as I doubled down and fucked her ass harder and deeper than before, bottoming out in her anal canal as I felt my spunk building. Karina tensed her walls up just in time, sucking my sperm out the tip as I coated her asshole in my sticky seed, pumping wave after wave of sperm into her bowels.
âFuckk...karina...â I growled like passionately, feeding more of my seed up her tight married ass.
Like a man possessed, I lifted Karina off Jaewookâs face and dumped her face down on the bed, fucking my spasming cock deep inside her ass as we interlocked hands in the prone position. Grinding my hips into her rump, Karina pushed back softly, gagging to be filled up by my load as the last of my cum fired into her ass. I rolled over, absolutely knackered as Karina regained her breath slapping my arm, smiling at me seductively, sweat covering her face her hair all over the place.
I could feel Jaewookâs eyes on us, leering at Karina as he joined her on the other side, rubbing eagerly at her red raw rump while pointing his tip at her thick lips. Just like our time with Hajoon and Yeonjun, Karina was beyond caring about their fractious marriage, the only thing that mattered in this moment was fulfilling her deepest desires, to be filled repeatedly and fucked long and hard, like one massive mating ritual. She opened her mouth, accepting Jaewookâs cock between her lips and began to suck.
âOhhhh...Karina...just...like...that...â He moaned, smiling over to me.
Running his fingers through her hair he forced her mouth deeper onto his length fucking right into her moist gullet as he fed his wife more of his meat. The slurps from Karinaâs mouth were infectious, goading me on to filing her from the other side once more as I ran my finger up her moist labia, slipping my fingers deep into her cunt while she sucked her husband. Her nectar was all over my digits, translucent grool sticking to my palms as I penetrated her cunt over and over again, finding her g-spot once more and stroking her with rapid flicks of my finger.
âYesshmmm...â Karina moaned, on Jaewookâs cock, feeling me invade her cunt with my fingers.
Gyrating her hips on my palms I looked up at Jaewook who had a grin on his face, savoring his wifeâs lips wrapped around his shaft. I placed my spare hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take him into her throat as she looked at me alarmed, eyes watering.
âGod you are a bad one Minho.â Jaewook said chuckling as Karina shot me the dirtiest look before sucking down hard on his cock once more.
âLet me cum down your throat baby.â He moaned, thrusting into Karinaâs mouth with rapid pumps.
She shook her head, comically smiling at me around Jaewookâs meat.
âUhhhh...uhhhhh.â Karina moaned, releasing Jaewook from her mouth and jacking his cock.
The look on his face was one of disappointment laced in a bit of jealousy as he looked at me, Karina massaging my sack with her fingers.
âBut...you let him unload in your mouth, Iâm your husband...â Jaewook said, his voice showing a growing tone of annoyance.
Karina shot me a look of concern at the abrupt turn of events before I chirped in quickly.
âMate I probably put her off with my taste, besides I basically had her pinned down at the time.â I said laughing awkwardly.
âI guess...â He replied, distracted by Karina pressing his slit with her thumb.
I looked at Karina slightly relieved, with danger averted for now, she took it in turns blowing Jaewook and I while frigging her sopping wet sex.
âGod Karina you suck me so good.â I groaned, fucking her face gently with my cock.
âShe sure knows what sheâs doing.â Jaewook said breathlessly.
âMmmmm.â Karina replied spreading her warm spittle along my length while pleasuring me with her lips.
âDance for us...â Jaewook said, suddenly, taking a step back and sitting on the foot of the bed.
Giving me one last, long suck, Karina took me into the back of her throat, nibbling at my crown on exit before slipping me out of her warm mouth and standing up. Karina had something about her tonight, a hunger that grew as the night went on, right now she looked insatiable, her lips pursed as she swayed her body in a trance like slither, swaying to the music playing in her head.
Jaewook and I gave our full attention as Karina gyrated in front of us, reaching out with both bands and jerking slowly at our erect cocks, straining to be inside her once more. Glancing over at Jaewook, he wore the same face that I saw when Karina was riding him earlier tonight, a lustful anger that I could not explain. Partially due to the frustration he faced when doing anything he wanted with Karina physically that was, always rebuffed in some way or another. With me she was as free as a bird, allowing me to take her any which way I pleased, in her mouth, pussy or ass, I was spoilt always for choice.
âKarina baby, do me like you did earlier...â Jaewook said subtly.
She glanced over at me smiling, which I returned in kind, remembering the semen soaked panties I stuffed in her mouth while she climaxed on her husbandâs spurting cock a few hours ago. Turning around seductively, Karina gave us one final wink before lining herself up with Jaewookâs throbbing cock. In one fluid motion the sexy housewife opened her legs and dipped her body down upon her husbandâs cock, impaling her slippery cunt on his meat till she bottomed out.
âOhhh...god...â Karina mewed, feeling Jaewook fill her unfaithful pussy.
I had lost count on how many times she had been seeded, how many times I had dumped my cum deep inside her married pussy, fired into her uterus and pumped into her cunt. Just seeing her with Jaewook knowing I was the one she wanted drove me insane. Their position was different from earlier with Karina leaning back placing her hands on Jaewookâs chest. His palms supporting her weight, gripping Karina tightly by the waist as he pumped his dick right up into her tight cunt.
âFuck baby you feel better than ever...â Jaewook growled, ramming his cock deep inside his wife.
The slap of his balls against her slit really got me going as I planted on long kiss on her mouth, tasting her spit between my lips. Stalking her like a tiger, I walked over till I was between her legs, watching Jaewook penetrate her perfect pussy over and over again. The smell of sex and fresh grool was in the air along with cums oozing out of Karinaâs ass crack and cunt. Looking at her seductively, she knew she was about to get well and truly fucked, my tip grazing her throbbing clit as I fisted my cock head a few times to get myself nice and hard.
âYou ever taken two cock inside your pussy at the same time Karina?â I asked in a sinister tone.
Her eyes shot wide open, mouth unable to protest as Jaewook continued pumping her cunt with his meat, gripping her waist and thrusting as far as he could go within her pink walls. I kissed her once more, squeezing down hard on her breasts as I lined myself up with her slit, Jaewook still fucking her nice and deep. Without a momentâs hesitation I pushed forward, feeling the walls of Karina stretch out, my cock was sliding up against Jaewook, a surreal sensation no doubt. In the cold light of day, I would never even contemplate it, but looking at Karina, in this moment, I wanted to fill her out, stretch her cunt as much as possible, stuff her with as much meat as she could take.
âAawww...ahhhhh...godd...ughhhhhhhâ Karina grimaced as I pushed halfway in.
Jaewook gripped her even tighter, figuring out he was not the only one inside her pussy right now as I also invaded her space, deciding to bury his cock right up inside her womb as we jostled for position. It was a tight squeeze, I could see her labia engulfing mine and Jaewookâs cockâs, we were splitting her cunt in half. With one final thrust I was in, balls deep. Both Jaewook and I resumed our pumping, smashing her cervix with the tips of our cockâs in unison as we filled her womb with our meat.
âUghh...wait...Guys...UGHHHHHâ. Karina screamed.
Her face was all screwed up, hands wavering under the increasing pressure of both Jaewook and I drilling her cunt mercilessly. The slaps of my balls against her red raw pussy now causing her to hyperventilate as I gripped her breasts and kissed her deep, forcing my tongue into her mouth and thrusting my meat deep inside her womb. Karina had now collapsed on top of Jaewook almost like a rag doll as we had our way with her. Every time he pumped more meat into her pussy I followed soon after, double stuffing her vagina, stretching her to the limit. Karina and I locked eyes in this moment, her face glazed over in lust as my palms massaged her abused clitoris while penetrating her depths.
âCum for me...â I whispered into her ear, increasing the thrusts of my cock into her pussy as Jaewook doubled down on his pumps.
âUIghhhhh...ahhhhh...ohhh...shit...shittt...ahhhhhâ Karina screamed.
Her legs were shaking, her pussy just taking the mass penetration. Feeling her walls finally contract around our shafts, she nearly passed out, shaking in pleasure as her cunt creamed all over our memberâs, coating us both in her luscious nectar as I felt my balls pulse.
âKarina...Karina...keep...going...â I said gritting my teeth.
She pulled me close, gyrating her spasming cunt to take us both in.
âKnocked me the fuck up...â She whispered.
It was all I needed to hear, thrusting my cock deep inside her walls as I bottomed out against her battered cervix, my cock exploding inside her as I coated her walls white. Wave after wave of my sperm poured out into her welcoming cunt, seeding her married pussy as my pulsing dick seemed to trigger Jaewook. He started unloading too, spraying his warm sticky cum inside Karinaâs well fucked pussy. Spurt after spurt, both from Jaewook and myself, peppered her unfaithful womb as we flooded her with our warm cums, seeding her cunt as she reveled in the feeling of being pumped full of sperm. We were fuel injecting her pussy for a good five minutes, never stopping in thrusting into her womb as we eventually came to a stop, Jaewook slipping out first to a torrent of cum cascading out of her slit. We were spent, Jaewook was finished, eventually falling asleep on the far side of the bed.
It was in this moment that Karina and I knew the truth, it was truly over between her and Jaewook, this was almost like the final goodbye, only he was not aware of it. Karina looked at me longingly, her face tired, body used and abused. Yet despite this she managed to crawl into my arms and kiss me gently, taking me into her mouth as I caressed her shaking body while Jaewook slept beside us.
âThank you...â She said.
âFor what?â I asked.
âFor doing this, for him, for me...this is it, my parting gift for him...my goodbye...â She replied.
There was a hint of sorrow in her eyes at all the years that they were together which I washed away the moment my lips touched hers once more. Stroking her inner thighs she barely registered I was inside her again, scooping out the messy cum oozing out her slit.
âI guess this is your Truth and Reconciliation.â I mused, kissing her forehead.
âYeah, I guess so.â She said, looking at me playfully.
âWhat...you want more?â I asked, raising my eyebrows.
âWell...heâs asleep...soâŚâ Karina replied.
âSoâŚ?â I asked, amused.
âSo... cum down my throat while heâs not watching already.â She said devilishly.
With that, she was on my cock again kissing me down my chest ever so slowly, slurping down my meat between her lips as her tongue lapped up the remnants of my cum, previously released inside her married cunt. Running my fingers through her head while I fed her my straining cock, I reveled in the feeling of her tongue the underside of my shaft, teasing me with each lick.
âTake it...Karina...all...the...way...â I moaned, letting her gorge on my cock.
âMmmmm...â She moaned around my cock.
Her soft hands massaged my balls in a calculating manner, squeezing my sack softly to elicit my precum to release onto her soft tongue. Each bob of her head allowed me to fuck her face deeper, glancing over to Jaewook sleeping peacefully, unknowingly next to the man who would be pumping his cum down his womanâs throat any second now. It was something she never did for him, ever, a fact I always loved as I cupped her face tenderly.
âYou close...?â She asked between slurps.
âUghhh...yeah...just...a little...more...â I moaned.
âDump your load in my throat...fuck my mouth...â Karina replied, looking up at me wantonly.
I gripped her face and did just that, pushing my meat all the way down her gullet before releasing my seed into her mouth.
âMMmmm...mmghhhfff.â Karina moaned, taking my sperm into her stomach.
She kept sucking, her lips never relenting as she drank down my sperm with an unmatched appetite. I could tell she loved the fact that Jaewook was right next to us as she kept looking at him while sucking on my spurting dick.
âYou suck me so good.â I sighed.
Stroking her face, she showed me the mess I had made in her mouth before swallowing my sticky semen in one go.
âI guess...we better tell him...â I said, with a cheeky smile.
âHmmm...tomorrow...tonight I want you to fuck me some more...â Karina said seductively, jerking my spent cock in her hands.
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You Belong To Me
Summary: You find out about your husband Spencerâs affair with another woman. It's safe to say you donât have the reaction either of them were expecting.
Content warnings: infidelity, voyeurism, facetime sex, humiliation, p in v sex, creampie
WC: 2.3k
âWho is she?â You shudder with disgust as you stare into the sunken eyes of your husband. He looked almost unrecognisable to you now that youâd learned of his betrayal.Â
âHer nameâs Maeve. Sheâs a geneticist whoâs been helping me with those headaches.â He sighs resolutely, knowing there was no point attempting to hide this from you. He didnât mean to let things escalate but youâd been going through a rough patch and Maeve was just so understanding- she embodied all the things you lacked.
âDid you fuck her?â Your voice trembled with anger, goosebumps piercing through your thin blouse as you braced yourself for his response.Â
âNo. It was a purely emotional affair.â He stated a little too coldly.Â
âAh. And I suppose that makes it alright, does it?â You scoffed, getting up from the sofa you were curled up on with Spencer mere minutes earlier before he came out with his crushing confession.Â
âOf course not. There are no excuses.â He looked down, not daring to meet your appalled gaze. âI-Iâm sorry. I donât know what to say.âÂ
âSpencer Reid speechless? I never thought Iâd see the day.â You chuckle darkly, fidgeting with your wedding band. You loved him with all your heart, the day you said your vows was the happiest of your life- now that heâd broken his, you werenât sure how much any of it really meant.Â
âWere you going to leave me for her?â Against your best efforts, your voice broke with a pitiful crack that left Spencer with a pained expression on his handsome face.Â
âNo! No, I promise. I would never leave you.â He interjected, leaving no room for doubt. âShe was just a distraction. Youâre it for me.â
You sunk back into the plushy couch with a defeated sigh, unwelcome tears pricking your glossy eyes.Â
âI donât know, SpenceâŚâ You sniffled, beginning to slide the ring off your finger.Â
âBaby.â He took your hands into his own as he dropped to his knees before you, still in his work suit. âI messed up. I messed up in the worst way possible. Iâm a fucking idiot. But if you forgive me, Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please, my love. Iâll do anything.âÂ
An unfamiliar desperation tinged his voice that made your gut twist into an iron knot. He looked pathetic right now; kneeling on the floor with furrowed eyebrows as he pleaded to save his marriage.Â
âI want you to call her.â You exhaled sharply after an excruciating moment of contemplation.
âYou- what?â His forehead wrinkles deepened with shock.Â
âYou heard me. Call the bitch.â He gulped at your request and his eyes darted around frantically as he analysed every possible outcome.
âA video call. I want to see what the little homewrecker looks like.â You spat as he remained motionless, mouth agape and eyes narrowed. âUnless youâd rather get a divorce?âÂ
âIâll do it.â He shook his head clumsily, rattled by the whole ordeal.Â
âWonderful. Come sit next to me and prop your phone up on the table.â You patted the spot besides you as Spencer stumbled over, still confused by your unpredictability.Â
âWell? What are you waiting for? Start dialling.â You snapped snarkily as he scrolled through his phone with shaky hands. Locating her contact, his fingers hovered above the call button.Â
âDr. Donovan, huh?â You peered over. âThe one you told me had been helping you with a case?âÂ
âY-yeah.â He whispered ashamedly.Â
âNow this I have to see.â You murmured bitterly as the line began to ring.Â
âSpence, hi! Wasnât expecting you to call at this time.â The bubbly voice of the other woman rang out through his speakers. Your eyes zeroed in on the pixelated image of a brunette woman with a choppy fringe.Â
âWhy, do you guys have a set time for your little calls? When Iâm sleeping, perhaps?â You popped into the frame, grinning wildly.Â
âOh. H-hello. Spencer, whatâs going on?â She looked to him for help but he just sat there resignedly, knowing he couldn't appease you both.Â
âSo youâre the one whoâs been helping herself to my husband.â You chuckled disingenously. âI thought youâd be a lot prettier.â You neared the phone to get a better look. âReally, baby? Her?âÂ
Spencer looked away, not daring to say a word to his wife or his lover.
âAnd you? You donât have anything to say?â You opened the floor to Maeve.
âI-I donât know what youâre talking about.â Her cheeks reddened as she stuttered, her nauseating voice ricocheting off the walls and worming its way into your ears.Â
âThatâs okay. I donât need you to talk. Just watch.â You hissed in such a searing way that it made her feel threatened and inclined to obey.Â
Spencer looked up at you in confusion but his doubts were swiftly answered when you loosened his tie and ripped off his collared shirt with a murderous lust.Â
âBaby, what-â
âYouâre not going to say a word.â You smoothly replied, voice barely audible.Â
You observed his sad eyes, entrenched with light crows feet that worsened with the weight of stress and regret. You werenât sure how you were even going to begin to process his betrayal but right now, you had to take care of her first. What better way to drive home the point that he was yours than to show her?Â
Unbuckling his heavy leather belt with an urgency youâd never felt, you glanced over to make sure Maeve was watching. Sure enough, the demure woman couldnât peel her eyes away from the sight unfolding before her.Â
As you pulled down his pleated black trousers, you unbuttoned your blouse and pulled down your skirt, throwing the articles of clothing behind you in a rushed hurl. Trailing your fingers down his boxers with your engagement ring flashing in front of the camera, you settled on his waistband.Â
âNow, Spence. Youâre going to fuck me in front of her.âÂ
His breath hitched as the unholy words left your smirking mouth.Â
âAnd you-â You turned to face Maeve, whoâs hand engulfed her mouth in panic. âYou are going to watch it all.â
âNo! Youâre insane-â
âOr Iâll tell everyone at your work that youâre a home wrecking whore.â You dropped the threat like a hammer and it instantly silenced her.
âThatâs what I thought.âÂ
A twisted grin consumed your face as you looked back at Spencer, who licked his lips at the sight before him- his wife eagerly spread open on the couch, waiting to be filled up. You werenât sure whether it was an anxious tick or a sign of arousal and frankly, you didnât care.Â
âShow me how sorry you are.â You breathed heavily as you hooked your black lace panties and pulled them to the side.
Needing no further initiative, Spencer lowered his boxers and let his heavy cock spring free from its confines. Despite sex being the last thing on his mind, he couldnât help the natural reaction his body had to you- it didnât matter how many times heâd seen it in the last 5 years of your marriage, the sight of you split open for him was always enough to bring him crumbling to his knees.Â
Shuffling closer, he let a long string of spit dribble down to your pussy before smearing it around with his painfully swollen tip. He was in a state of delirium and shock as his body moved as though it weren't his own- whatever the consequences, he knew he couldn't lose you.
âYou see that, Maeve?â You cocked your head to the side. âThatâs all mine.âÂ
You moaned shakily as he pushed himself in, coating his shaft in your wetness.Â
âIsnât that right, baby? Tell her.â You ordered your husband as he grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing against it to go even deeper.Â
âThatâs right.â He groaned as he plunged his cock in as deep as it could go, his skin flush against yours.Â
âWho do you belong to?â You gazed up at him, running your fingers through his messy curls.Â
âYou, baby. I belong to you.â He whispers before turning to face the camera. âI belong to her. She owns me.âÂ
Maeve let out a short huff of disbelief, wanting to look away but struggling.Â
âHarder.â You choked out a whisper as your body trembled under his touch, longing for more, aching to possess and to be possessed.Â
His thrusts sped up in response, his hips smacking against yours fervently as you clawed at his back like a wounded animal.Â
âIâm sorry, baby.â He whined as he took you by the face with both hands, forcing you to look clearly at him. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
âKeep going.â You whispered frantically- the feeling of being perfectly stuffed paired with your volatile emotional state left you teetering on the edge of collapse.Â
âShe means nothing to me.â He grunted between thrusts and you bore a wide toothy grin at the capriciously sweet words. Real or not, you knew they had to hurt her- and that brought you a sadistic amount of pleasure.Â
âWhat were you thinking going for her?â You tutted as he pounded into you like it was the last time, creamy arousal glistening in the dimly lit lounge. âIâm so much better than her. Sheâs so ugly. Isnât she, Spence?âÂ
âY-yes.â He whimpered. âSheâs nowhere near as beautiful as you.âÂ
Satisfied enough with his taunting, you pushed him back with a bitter hand against his chest and climbed onto his lap with increasing desperation.Â
âBet you wish you could ride him like this, donât you?â You sneered as you stroked his wet cock with a couple squelchy pumps. âBut you never will. This dick is all mine.âÂ
You lowered yourself onto him, adjusting to his size with breathy moans as he threw his head back in deluge. Bouncing on it with more force than usual, you looked back to observe Maeveâs horrified face glowing on the screen.Â
âYou got that, bitch?â You jeered mockingly as you reached for his phone and flipped the camera to show Spencerâs exasperated face. âMy husband, my dick.âÂ
With your final act of aggression, you hung up the call and threw the phone behind you. You were fairly confident she wouldnât be inserting herself into your marriage again any time soon.Â
âWhat the hell-â Spencerâs croaky voice rang out in intervals as you continued riding him with stomach-churning speed. âwas that?â
âI was reminding you who youâre married to.â You halted for a moment to catch your breath. âYou seem to have forgotten.â
His firm, calloused hands snaked their way around your hips as he dug his fingernails into your flesh, bringing you closer to him.Â
âI'll never make that mistake again.â He declared solemnly, brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek. âDo you forgive me, my love?â
Your limbs went numb and you felt paralysed at the thought. How could you ever forgive such an abuse of trust?Â
Spencer firmly grabbed you by the jaw before trailing his hand to the nape of your neck. You wanted to wriggle out of his grasp but he guided your head to rest over his shoulder as he settled his touch on the small of your back.Â
âI donât knowâŚâ You slumped into him, feeling immobilised as you murmured mindlessly.Â
He suddenly grabbed your ass and roughly spread it apart to allow easier access to your core- he thrust up into your weeping pussy with a force that had you huffing out wordless squeaks. He set a ruthless tempo, hammering into you as your gushing arousal dripped down his thighs.Â
âIf Iâm going to let that little stunt you just pulled slide-â He growled with a renewed ferocity. âthen youâre going to suck it up and forgive me too.âÂ
Whining, you smacked the side of his bicep in protest but the way he was fucking your brains out left you unable to speak.Â
âI donât wanna hear it baby.â He kissed your temple sloppily as he patted your hair, smoothing it down while he massaged your insides. âYouâre meant for me and Iâm meant for you. Weâre perfectly fucked up for each other.â
âMmph-â You moaned into his shoulder, drool dribbling down his skin as you bit into it.Â
âIâm never letting you go.â He sped up as his force and aggression grew, leaving bruises in the shape of fingertips littered along your hips and ass.Â
With one final thrust, you came undone - squeezing his cock so tight in the process that he couldnât help but fill you up to the brim with his cum. You panted as you tried to catch your breath, creamy wetness pouring out of you as he pulled your sweaty bodies apart.Â
âOkay.â You sighed. âI forgive you.âÂ
Spencer abruptly sat up as the precious words spilled from your swollen lips. âYou mean it?â He trembled hopefully, melting expression tugging at your heartstrings.Â
âOnly if you swear to me itâll never happen again.â You wagged your finger at him as he leapt onto you unexpectedly.
âNever! Never, baby, I swear.â He planted grateful kisses up and down your body as you indulged in a reluctant smile. âItâs only you. You are the only one for me. Now and for the rest of my life.âÂ
You could tell by his adoring gaze that he meant every word. Wrapping your arms around him, you settled into a healing embrace. He was allowed to make one mistake, you loved him enough to let it slide. And if resentment ever crept up on you, you could always fondly recall that drunken night with Agent Morgan. Who said married couples werenât allowed a few secrets?
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hi!! i love your work sm. can i request knight!kĂśnig saving princess!reader from a bad arranged marriage and then running away with his beloved pls!!
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Knight!KĂśnig x Princess!Reader (fem)
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You stand in front of a mirror as help goes around you, dressing you for your wedding day. After a few months of negotiation your father, the King, decided to marry you off to the Prince of France. The thought of one day becoming queen and having even less freedom lingers over you. Even worse is the thought of losing your knight, KĂśnig.
KĂśnig stands outside the door, guarding it as he usually does. The difference is that this time, youâre getting ready for your wedding. Underneath his helmet is a deep frown as his mind runs through all of the time heâs spent with you over the last decade since heâs become your knight. This isnât how he imagined things ending for you both, but realistically he canât marry a princess.
In the back of his mind, he keeps replaying all of the times he had the pleasure of holding you in his arms. The way your tender, supple flesh molded perfectly against his muscular body. His mind focused on the way your breasts felt under the warmth of his soft lips as he would kiss every single inch of you. In the moment, it felt as if your affair would last forever; he felt like you were his. Now he realizes that he was loving you on borrowed time.
Time passes and finally the women leave your room. You stand alone in the mirror. This day was always supposed to be joyous. Never did you think your father would actually marry you off, especially with your other sisters being unmarried and more popular in politics.
Just then your eyes shift to the side as the figure of KĂśnig comes into view, he pulls off his mask. Your frown deepens as your eyes lock with his pale blue eyes. The feels youâve been trying to push down come flooding to the surface the moment you see him.
KĂśnigs eyes travel over your body, admiring how beautiful you look in the luxurious dress. When his eyes meet yours again he can see the shared sadness creep across your expression. He knows seeing each other in this hour only makes things worse.
âYou look beautiful, Prinzessin.â KĂśnigâs voice is low and soft.
âKĂśnigâŚâ Your voice cracks as you reach your hand out to him.
With no hesitation KĂśnig grabs your dainty hand and wraps it in his, holding you tightly knowing full well this is goodbye. He steps forward and takes his time to trace your face, trying to commit every detail to memory. With his thumb, he gently wipes away a stray teardrop that falls from you. He leans in to kiss your quivering lips, his kiss delicate as he lingers almost scared to pull away. Your last kiss.
Two years pass and youâve been living in France with your new husband. KĂśnig has heard rumors from the castle worker about how he treats you; like trash. Itâs as if youâre not a human to him. He speaks down to you and very openly has affairs with the women that work for his court. The more serious rumors of abuse KĂśnig tried to push down, but every second of everyday he is consumed with the fear of him hurting you.
On the day of a royal wedding, you arrive with your husband. Your eyes move all around the crowd of guests, subconsciously looking for KĂśnig. Youâve heard that heâs taken on the duty of watching over your younger sister. Yet, you cannot find him in the sea of people.
You stand with your back to KĂśnig, but he knows itâs you. His eyes travel from the back of your jewel lined bun to the sensitive skin of your exposed neck. Those familiar stirring bubbles up in his chest as he takes a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself. Heâs here to guard the princess, but he canât help but to be a man in love.
You stand fidgeting with your dress as your husband converses with a group of people. The wedding ceremony finished only a short while ago and you still havenât seen KĂśnig, nor your sister. Just then you feel a hand rest on your lower back.
As you turn you look up to see those familiar blue eyes. Itâs like seeing him for the first time all over again. Only two years apart seems like a lifetime, yet here you both are again, face to face. Everyone and everything around you fade into the background; heâs all that matters.
âMeine Prinzessin.â KĂśnigâs voice cracks as he speaks, too many emotions flood him at once. âIâve missed you.â
âIâve missed you too.â Tears pool in the waterline of your eye.
KĂśnig holds his hand out to you, waiting for you to place yours in his palm. You hesitate for a moment, looking over to your husband to make sure he isnât paying attention before slipping your hand into his. A relieved smile crosses KĂśnigâs lips as he turns and walks away with you to find a private area to talk.
Once away from the large crowd he simply looks down into your eyes. He doesnât know where to start, so he pulls his gloves off to be able to caress your hands, your face, and neck. Feeling you again after all of these years is electrifying.
âHow have you been?â
âFine.â You lie, not wanting KĂśnig to worry about your new life.
âDonât lie to me, Liebling.â He whispers as he raises one of your hands to his lips, planting small kisses across the back of your hand.
âI- I hate my life. I think about just killing myself because maybe I might be happier in death.â
âDonât talk like that.â KĂśnig looks at you with a mix of hurt and anger, angry because he knows your husband is the reason for this.
âItâs such a depressing life, KĂśnig.â
KĂśnigâs eyes leave yours to look around, making sure that your husband hasnât noticed your absence yet. He pulls off his helmet and leans in to kiss you, his lips desperately clashing against yours. Being able to feel your soft lips, smell and taste drives him wild. Not caring to waste time his tongue quickly pushes past your lips and swirls with yours. The soft moan you let out causes him to moan in response.
âPrinzessin, run away with me.â He whispers breathlessly between kisses.
âI canât leave.â Your voice comes across with a heavy sadness.
KĂśnig pulls away from the kiss and cups your face in his hands as he gazes down you. His eyes search yours before he speaks. âIâve heard about your marriage. You deserve more. You deserve true love.â He caresses your wet lips with his thumb. âI can build a new life for us.â
âBut-â
âShhh, no buts. Do you still love me?â
âOf course. Iâve only ever loved you.â
âThen please, Liebling. Come with me.â
The thought of leaving the royal life to live as a normal woman soundsâŚterrifying yet tempting all at the same time. You can easily see a future where you are living in the village with a swollen belly in KĂśnigâs arms. Anything with KĂśnig is better than this.
âWe need to go.â You nod your head as you speak, surprising yourself.
KĂśnig puts back on his helmet and grabs your hand, pulling you behind him as he speed walks ahead. His horse is just outside the gate and his feet canât move him fast enough. He looks back at you to make sure youâre okay to be greeted with wide eyes full of excitement for the future.
âWhere will we go?â
âWe will go an old friendâs house.â KĂśnig looks back at you again with a smile hidden under his helmet. âDonât worry, Liebling. Youâre safe with me.â
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This scene in May December broke me because how innocent and pure Joe is, how he knows that's something wrong with his life, he's trapped but couldn't get out and he didn't want anything that happened to him to ever happen to his son. It's heartbreaking to see how young he still is.
I want to give all the award for Charles Melton portrayal of Joe, especially in this scene, when he curled up in his sonâs embrace like heâs the one whoâs younger than his own son because in a sense heâs, mentally heâs, that tremble in his hands as he tried to explain his thoughts, thinking that he would do something wrong to his son, gosh heâs too young to be a father, and Charles Melton just completely nailed this role with his whole mannerisms, that small broken voice when he whispered âthatâs all I doâ. he's helpless, he's anxious all the time, but he bottled up inside because he has no chance to open up.
The way they portrayed Joe's naivety like he's still a young 13 y.o boy trapped in time because the manipulation worked with a vulnerable boy like he was. They showed his youthful spirit still with his hobbies with the butterflies, his timid movement or the way Gracie bossed him around and he didn't even realize it, that he couldn't even be open and honest with his feeling or be validated about what he's feeling because Gracie would just spin those words around and make it look like he's the one who hurt her, twisting his words to her advantage, the abuse never actually end, even after the 24 years of marriage.
Gracie is a predator, an unapologetic manipulative woman that thinks she does nothing wrong because deep down she's just evil that way, the scene in a forest when she met a fox and she look eye to eye with that predator, I feel like she was looking at herself. The way sheâs interacting with her children from the previous marriage, how cold a mother she was, she didnât care much about anyone feeling. Or the way even her children with Joe didnât like her that much, because theyâre old enough to understand that their parents relationship is not normal at all, but they just couldnât say anything about it because at the end of the day she is still their mother.
Also it was incredibly eerie at the contrast love letter that young Joe sent to Gracie, where it was just so innocent, no ulterior motive or whatsoever, he was just a kid, feeling safe and at peace around adult and expressing it that way to her, it wasn't wrong at all, not a sign that an adult should make a move at that! Then compare to the one that Gracie wrote to him, she understood completely the situation they're in, the way she asked him in the letter not to tell anyone about it, she's always been on the upper hand, she took advantage of Joe's vulnerability and used it to her own sick desire. It wasn't told explicitly in the movie but seriously everything just feel so nauseating to watch thinking how young he was.
Now Joe is older and you know nobody can safe him except himself, If he wanted to be saved or not, or if he'd accepted his life just as it's, he's just a victim but he told himself that he didn't want people to look at him like one. It's all in the adult hands that should be the ones who do better because they know better and put a stop to something that's morally wrong, it's the adult responsibility to give the understanding, but the problem is Gracie is not a good person at all or a misunderstood individual or anything, she did everything with full conscience and with no regret because sheâs sick in the head.
Also Natalie Portmanâs character, Elizabeth, whatâs up with her? I feel like her interest for the project itself was so questionable, she looks like a predator herself at the end, was she having an affair with the director that wanted to produce the movie? The phone call she had with the director asking him about his wife was kinda sus, when she was looking at the tape for young joe character and asking for a sexier looking actor, 13 y.o boy? Whatâs up with that?? And that euphoric masturbation?? complete with a laugh she did at the shop where Joe and Gracie supposedly had their first sexual encounter together, itâs all so weird and not to mention she end up sleeping with Joe as well! She was taking advantage of him nonetheless, I know that Joe is older now and should be able to make his own decision but considering that Elizabethâs intention was never actually genuine and lure him in, flirting with him at his workplace, itâs manipulative as hell.
The way Elizabeth keep trying to mimic Gracieâs every movements, I know itâs for the role, but everything that she does also kinda eerie in notion. Perhaps she and gracie wasnât that much different? She just didnât act on it? Or is she such a psychopath in away she wanted to experience all kind of peculiar side of human? Where she's just so detached on human feeling and only sees everything just as story? Thatâs why she wanted to be an actress because that was her motivation? Is she a case of an actor that took method acting in extreme? To the point she lose the way to connect with story in away that still has humanity in it because this is real people lives sheâs adapting and not a fantasy. I really couldnât read her true motives at the end. Perhaps there were two predators in the movie?
Over all May December is a really thought provoking film, itâs a movie Iâd recommend to anyone who just love a kind of movie that makes you think about it long after you watch it. Julian Moore, Natalie Portman and Charles Melton act so brilliantly in their respective roles. I feel like Charles Melton might get his first oscar nomination for supporting actor for this role because how good he was in this. 9/10.
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Something about this whole Lydia thing confuses me a little .
Why did Darcy act alone ? Why didn't he inform Mr Gardiner of his involvement since the start not after the situation is settled ?
When he asked Lydia to leave Wickham, why did he expect her family to receive her when the whole town knew ?
I kept reading posts about how noble Darcy is for asking her to leave him. But honestly just because he does not care about reputation does not nobody else does. Heck, the whole family would suffer from social isolation, he is basically ruining what's left of the girls's chances of marrying well. He is not destroying just his own chances of marrying Lizzie, but with almost any gentleman she would ever come across. What was he thinking ?
At least, while married to Wickham, she has her reputation restored and she can go to balls and parties, if she leaves him she would be banished somewhere far away and for the extroverted loud Lydia, this is HELL.
And if he wanted simply to recover her, shouldn't he bring a relative alone so they would help convince her, surely that would help.
Honestly, the only sensible thing Lydia had done is refusing to leave him.
Darcy acted alone because he didn't trust Mr. Bennet to be a responsible adult so he waited until Mr. Bennet had returned home before approaching Mr. Gardiner:
But Mr. Gardiner could not be seen; and Mr. Darcy found, on further inquiry, that your father was still with him, but would quit town the next morning. He did not judge your father to be a person whom he could so properly consult as your uncle, and therefore readily postponed seeing him till after the departure of the former.
which, good judgment there, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bennet sucks.
As for the other thing, Darcy doesn't know what is going on in Meryton, he doesn't know that Mrs. Bennet is stupid enough to scream their bad news all over town. This whole affair could have been hushed up if Mrs. Bennet had half a brain cell. Lydia has family in London, they could have easily pretended that Lydia went to visit them.
Either way, I think in Darcy's mind, being married to Wickham is the absolute worst outcome for any woman. He hates Wickham and he knows all of Wickham's faults. To him, a sixteen year old being stuck with that sad excuse for a human being, forever, is worse than death or a cottage. Lydia didn't agree, but I don't think she's smart for that decision, she's short-sighted. And I'm pretty sure at this point that Darcy would marry Elizabeth either way, he'd probably prefer to not have Wickham as a permanent brother in law.
As for Lydia and the family's reputation, there must have been options or else Darcy wouldn't have given leaving as a choice to Lydia. He is very rich and very well regarded and everyone in Meryton now knows that Wickham is awful. So Darcy says she was kidnapped and is completely innocent and he saved her. Fortunately for the Bennet family, they never go to London, so this gossip will not spread far either way. No one knows who they are. Darcy marrying Elizabeth will give the Bennets the same reputation boost that it did in the original timeline. Lydia may need to lay low for a while, but having two very rich brother in laws can only help her marriage prospects down the line.
As for bringing a relative, I assume Darcy would have done that too if he thought it would help. As we know, it wouldn't have.
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My Stepsister Seduces My Husband, But What She Doesnât Know Is That...
F/N and Zhongli had their wedding shortly after the Lantern Rite Festival.
Everyone thought F/N found a handsome man, not knowing the truth. They were all deceived by his chiselled face and body; F/N's step-sister was one of those deceived. Because no one, save for the Adepti in Liyue Harbor, knew that Zhongli was the Prime Adepti.
After the most recent 'Rite of Descension', he started to work at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour as its consultant.
A few days after the Lantern Rite Festival, F/N brought Zhongli home to visit her parents. They brought along three large boxes of gifts along with Gaming and a fellow guard from the Transport Agency. It was Zhongli first meeting with his wife's family.
The presence of Zhongli and the two Transport Agency guards scared F/N's biological father and stepmother.
The dinner table was set after Zhongli paid Gaming and his partner for their services.
F/N's step-sister, dressed to the nines, kept helping Zhongli to food, trying to impress him. âMy sister is merely a junior tax agent working at the Ministry of Civil Affairs. And yet she found such a wonderful man like brother-in-law. I envy her; unlike me who works hard training under Director Yun every day, afraid to eat more just to maintain my figure. I might be able to perform alongside the Director some day and may not even find a partner as good as brother-in-law.â she sighed, showing off by pinching her slim waist.
F/N's step-sister, Zhen Yu, was brought by F/N's stepmother; their two families were from divorced and remarried families.
A few years ago, F/N's mother died from a rock slide while working at The Chasm. Shortly after that, F/N's father quickly got together with Zhen Yu's mother after a meeting with the marriage broker.
Ever since Zhen Yu entered the household, the two step-sisters never got along. Zhen Yu especially loved competing with F/N. When Y/N pulled her hair into a bun with a hair stick, Zhen Yu would also bun up her hair the next day with an extra hair stick. When F/N was thirteen, a boy from the neighbourhood gave her a love letter. Zhen Yu then intentionally wore a floral dress in front of him and claiming F/N was dirty and didn't bathe. Seeing the boy flee from embarrassment, Zhen Yu smirked to herself. Later, when F/N approached Yun Jin for an apprenticeship, Zhen Yu followed suit and applied. She cried pitifully, saying she didn't dare to ask for much. And if her real father was around, he would definitely be willing to send her.
The Yun-Han Opera Troupe apprenticeship fees were very high and the family could only afford to send one person.
F/N's father, feared being accused of favouritism by his new wife, sent Zhen Yu to Yun Jin.
F/N gritted her teeth and started working, using the Mora she saved from her salary to pay for her way through law school.
Later, when F/N brought a classmate home to introduce him as her boyfriend, Zhen Yu also stole him from F/N.
At this moment, when Zhongli heard Zhen Yu's words, he put down his chopsticks with a bang. He frowned slightly but didn't say anything, just overturning his bowl on the table. âMy apologies.â he started. âI don't like anyone, except my wife, serving me food. I'm disgusted by the saliva.â
Zhen Yu was stunned, her face flashed with embarrassment. She looked at Zhongli plaintively, âI'm not a stranger.â she whined.
Zhongli did not say a word and just pointed his knee with a finger. âMove your feet under the table away from my legs.â
F/N peered under the table cloth, noticing Zhen Yu's foot was reaching under her chair to try and touch Zhongli's leg.
Zhen Yu was instantly dumbfounded; after all, this trick of hers always worked. It's not something a normal person would point out directly. Seeing everyone in the family glance at her, she was so embarrassed that she quickly explained, âBrother-in-law, have you all misunderstood something? If you don't like me serving food, it's okay. I know my sister is usually petty, but I really don't mean anything by it.â
F/N's step-mother immediately spoke up, âMr. Zhongli, this is Zhen Yu's goodwill. She usually looks down on everyone, never being so gentle and caring. It's just a kind gesture. Did F/N say anything to cause you to misunderstand?â
F/N father also chimed in, âOur table is small. Bumps are inevitable. Don't think so much about it. Zhen Yu is just caring for her brother-in-law.â
As F/N watched her father's and step-mother's behaviour, she couldn't help but sneer. Zhen Yu had done this kind of thing not just once or twice; they had always turned a blind eye and they weren't any different now.
As soon as they finished speaking, Zhongli unbuttoned the top button of his suit with a somewhat amused smile. F/N was about to get angry at her father's words, but he patted her shoulder. Then, he manifested a sharp Geo shard from his palm. Letting the shard twirl above his palm, he said, âF/N has told me everything about the family. Let me make it clear to you all. F/N is my wife. If you still want to bully her in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless.â snarling at the three of them after he dispelled the Geo shard, he added, âRespecting you as F/N's parents, I won't speak any dirty words. If you don't want trouble, don't let your attention wander to my wife.â
F/N's father opened his mouth, his face red with rage, wanting to say something, but he knew he was helpless against a Vision user. Infuriated and trembling, he yelled, âHow dare you... how could you find such ruffians?â
F/N simply cleared her throat and grabbed Zhongli's arm. âRuffians? Dad, don't talk nonsense. Don't you know Zhongli is a renowned consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour?â
Zhen Yu and F/N's step-mother's faces turned so ugly it could have dripped ink. They probably couldn't continue eating that meal.
Zhongli didn't say much as the conversation had ended. âit's getting late.â he started. âYou should rest early. I'll take F/N home.â with that, he wrapped his arm around F/N's waist and walked away.
Turning back to her childhood home as she and Zhongli walked to the walk path, F/N saw Zhen Yu glaring furiously. F/N, it's not over between us. She swore. I must have your man. There's no cat in the world that doesn't steal fish. Just you wait and see.
âLooks like my step-sister has set her sights on you.â F/N turned to Zhongli.
F/N was surprised when her father paid her a visit at her workplace, bringing ham to apologize.
âYour mother's favourite was ham, you know.â F/N's father spoke, picking a piece of Minty Meat Roll at Wanmin Restaurant at lunchtime.â
âAlright.â F/N sighed, knowing her father's underlying intentions. âHere's the address.â she wrote down her current lodging address on a piece of paper.
âLet Zhen Yu bring them over to you.â F/N's father suggested. âShe also wants to apologize to you.â
Using family ties to deceive me. F/N wondered after her father left the restaurant after paying for his share of the meal. Was it just a ploy to get Zhen Yu my address? It seemed like my sister hadn't given up; still determined to win Zhongli over.
Sure enough, that weekend, Zhen Yu showed up at F/N's door, knocking. She was dressed in a figure-hugging qipao and high heels.
Seeing F/N answer the door, she hesitated for moment, collecting her flirtatious look. âYour place is hard to find. My feet ache from all that walking.â she whined.
âThen, why don't you hire a transport agency?â F/N was not amused.
âHow could I?â Zhen Yu complained. âI've come to apologize in person. I wasn't being polite the other day.â
Then, she simply entered without taking off her shoes and gave a glance around. âIs Zhongli not at home?â
âHe's out getting bamboo shoots.â F/N answered, just as Zhongli came in with several bamboo shoots in a basket.
As soon as he saw Zhen Yu, his eyebrows farrowed and he gave F/N a questioning look.
âI couldn't help it.â F/N shrugged. âShe sticks like glue.â
Zhen Yu's eyes lit up when she saw Zhongli. She practically skipped over, but before she could take a few steps, she tripped and fell in front of the married couple. She rubbed her legs awkwardly, âI think I sprained my foot. Honey, could you help me up?â
âYou're an adult and you can't even walk properly without tripping on flat ground.â F/N chided. âMaybe you should get checked up at the Bubu Pharmacy.â
Zhen Yu pouted when Zhongli just walked over her and into the kitchen.
âWhy bother with her?â the Lord of Geo looked at his wife as they prepared ingredients for Oncidium Tofu.
âShe's like a rush that you can't shake off.â F/N replied, slicing the tofu.
Zhen Yu, feeling awkward, noticed that neither of the couple were paying attention to her. After a while, she picked herself up before darting towards the kitchen. âIs Zhongli the one who cooks at home? It must be hard for you; working to support the family then coming home to cook for my sister. When I have a husband, I won't let him cook for me. Cooking is women's work. Men shouldn't be in the kitchen.â
Zhongli poured himself a cup of Chenyu Brew, blew across the tea cup and took a sip to calm himself down. Rolling up his sleeves, he downed the entire cup, revealing his entire sleeve tattoo. âWhat's on the menu tonight? Let's cook this.â he looked coldly at Zhen Yu.
âCook...â Zhen Yu stuttered, her face turning pale at the golden diamond-shaped tattoos decorating Zhongli's arms. âIn our house, both of us handle the inside. Do you have a problem with that?â
âI don't have a problem.â Zhen Yu stammered. âI just feel sorry for my sister. It's not easy for you.â
âYou're not someone to me.â Zhongli replied dismissively. âWhy should I pity you?â
F/N pulled the still shell-shocked Zhen Yu away, âIt's better to just give up. Not all men fall for your tricks.â
âWasn't my brother-in-law just joking?â Zhen Yu recomposed herself with a forced smile as she prepared to leave F/N's house. âHe's really funny.â
âDon't worry, mom.â Zhen Yu assured her mother once she returned home. âThere was a small mistake there. There's no man I can't handle. I'm set on winning Zhongli and making F/N miserable. You didn't visit their house. You don't know they live in a house bigger than ours and they have more antiques than us. It's just her husband seems a bit off but rich people all have their quirks. It's normal. F/N is not as attractive as me. Why should she have such a good husband? She must have tricked him. Wait and see. I used to steal all her boyfriends. Now I will steal her husband too. Men are all the same.â
âNow, what is this about the ex-fiance of yours?â Zhongli breathed, the couple were cuddling in bed after a night of lovemaking.
Acting upon Zhen Yu's instigation, F/N's former fiance had harassed the couple during lunchtime.
âHe's just a cheating scumbag that's not worth mentioning.â F/N replied. âWe cut off any contact a long time ago. Zhen Yu is bothering you, not me.â
âSo, someone's still yearning for your husband and you're not jealous?â Zhongli quirked an amused smile.
âOf course, I get jealous.â F/N playfully poked Zhongli's bare chest. âBut I know not everyone can seduce my man.â
Days later, F/N's relatives begun to gossip about Zhen Yu's dismissal from her apprenticeship. She had bullied her fellow junior troupe members and attempted to seduce the troupe elders' sons to get more prominent roles which backfired when Zhongli made a formal complaint of her misconduct directly to Yun Jin. She was permanently expelled from the opera troupe, ending her dreams of performing alongside the troupe director.
#genshin impact#zhongli x reader#zhongli x female reader#genshin x reader#genshin x female reader#genshin x y/n#jealous stepsibling#zhongli being a protective husband#gaming#yun jin
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Note: these are all yandere characters I had back in 2022. I'm describing them very vaguely. I can't bring myself to spoil even minute details I find intruiging even though it's unlikely I'll make this webtoon-isekai-otome game concept come to life. Shoutout to mochi and harmony. I would've forgotten these men exist if it weren't for them lol
Yan!Butler: People kept mistaking your deceased brother's butler as a nobleman, especially with how you both appear to be best friends rather than master-servant. His butler is one of your greatest allies and critic; not once has he missed his chance to tease you in such âpoliteâ yet convoluted ways. But you at least know his sharp tongue comes from a place of affection, and not from disdain as he would with other nobility. Your older brother took him under the family's care when his small village was brutally extinguished by unknown assailants. That butler thinks all other nobles deserve gruesome ends. There's not a single day where he does not feel paranoid. So when you feel as though the pavement you passed by in your private gardens had splotches of red⌠you turn a blind eye. You trust your brother and his allies. As long as you ignore that what he does is far beyond ensuring your brother's safety, you can go on sleeping peacefully at night.
Yan!Eccentric Immortal: You honestly thought it was so weird for a wandering pink-haired tourist to wear red shades and a short-sleeved shirt with tons of hibiscus printed on it, but whatever floats his boat. At least, that's what you thought at first before you struck a conversation with him out of pure boredom. No matter how⌠âmodernâ he looks, he was dejected enough at the time to confess that he came to see how his hometown looksâ only to discover it is practically unrecognizable. He kept pointing to business shops, claiming some used to be parks, a small forest, his favorite bookstore, and a place his old buddy used to have a successful shoe factory on. And then it hit you. This man you're with⌠is one of your ancestor's mayor turned revolutionary best friend who struck a contract with the devil. There's one small problem... You're involved in said contract.
("Oh, so he's immortal, huh⌠no wonder he was burying his face in his mushroom hat when we were walking around in the museum. On one hand, impressive that he was the first man ever photographed, but he's also the first photobomber ever. He was just cleaning his shoes and got in the wayâŚ")
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Yan!Crown Prince: He is your childhood friend crown prince, who was once a quiet and lonesome kid. You belonged to the very few children who properly befriended him, but in each playtime, he always clung to you tightly. The adult nobles in your life had always made it a point to remind you to be wary of his lineage. âThe royal bloodlineâs first love is their lastâ and such obsession reigns supreme.â There is also a legend of how the first king confessed to his tactician after the war. However, he dismembered & hid her limbs when he faced rejection. The royal family has been plagued with unrequited love and unhappy marriages since then, yet you donât believe him capable of perverse and violent thoughts. He harbors a hopeless puppy-like âone-sidedâ affection on another childhood friend of yours (THE main female lead) but he takes it âlike a champâ, you're sure of it!!! Plus, the prince has grown so mature and independent, always asking for your counsel on politics more than personal affairs. You haven't met a man who enjoyed his duties as much as he does. If anything, he has distanced himself from you⌠Right?
Yan!Doctor: As a child from a loving noble home, you had remained firm in your stance on committing acts of kindness. When an injured kid your age was starving outside your estate, you did not hesitate to order your brother's butler to fetch food and drinks. Since he was nameless and you weren't one to gloss over a book of baby namesâ you gave him one that sounds like a dogâs. Years later, you've fallen gravely ill. No physician across the continent could help you despite your philanthropist reputation. But there was one who had done the impossible. The doctor cured you in under a month, and when you tried to cover his services, he said everything was paid with âthree glasses of milk and a box of biscuits.â Honestly, you should've remembered who he was sooner, considering how strange his name was. Despite such a grand revelation that he apparently owes you his life, there's unbridled hunger beyond his âkindâ eyes. Something lonely and unhinged.
Yan!Ex-Hitman/Politician: There was a boy you've always seen each time you went to church. You see him every week that you both watched each other grow up. Apparently he came from a noble bloodline just like you, but despite being the eldest, his parents greatly favored his younger sibling. Deciding he had no talent to best him, the boy went to the monastery to practice the word of God instead. You always thought he was an ambitious and good-hearted personâ especially since it's not exactly common for someone in their late twenties to aspire for the position of prime minister and appear so incredibly wholesome. On your quest to find someone to help you solve the mystery behind your older brother's deathâ you found out that the kind mint-eyed man who often carved wooden toys and sewed plushies for the orphans was the notorious hitman who killed plenty of corrupt nobles in his prime. Could he be behind your brother's deathâŚ?
#yandere OC#yandere butler#yandere assassin#yandere prince#yandere hitman#yandere immortal#yandere doctor#yandere x reader#$ a vague realization
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Newt x reader Bridgerton AU. Reader, the diamond of the season, is the Duchess of Hastings. She wants to marry someone who likes her as a person and isnât after her money. Newt, son of a widowed viscountess, needs to marry to save his familyâs reputation because his sister Sonya was seen alone with her fiancĂŠ Lord Aris before they were engaged. The anonymous writer Lady Whistledown is Ava, a widowed modiste who has her nose in everyoneâs business, and Aris is the only one who knows.
'foxes and hounds' - newt
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The start of a new social season, although intended, supposedly, to be a cause for joy, feels rather more like a fierce uprising of dread, not celebration. Across the ton, young maidens find themselves new entreesâ or, entrantsâ to the marriage mart. This game of rings and dances, men with ambition and women with more, will end in blissful happiness or deepest discontent. And all will be witnessed by every worthy family from one corner of the country to the next.
If all goes according to plan, an eligible would-be bride will find herself engaged to a man she loves, a man in possession of a handsome fortune and a sterling reputation. If luck slips past her, sheâll settle for someone decent, or someone without any income at all. If nothing goes in her favor, her first year in society will not be her last as a single woman. She will have to repeat her attempt the next year, this time without the glimmering aura of a new arrival, and hope that something within her has changed enough to attract a proposal. Otherwise, she will sink to the bottom of the pile of dance cards, ignored, abandoned, and grown up into a spinster. All that hard work gone to waste.
Youâve heard many young women discuss the marriage mart with nothing short of absolute terror in their voices. A good opening season can seal a girlâs fate forever. Attracting the eye of a worthy man is an impossible task for all but the best of the rosebuds, or so it seems. Most of us will settle for something halfway decentâ a tidy sum per annum but nothing extravagant, a man with casual disinterest but nothing harsh. Something that can be shaped into something good, or at least ignored in favor of not being alone. Such is the romance of a married life.
You, however, hope to extract a little more out of the whole affair. As the Duchess of Hastings, you have no need for money. A marriage would be nice, the final touch on the portrait of a successful lady, but you do not require the financial stability of a husband. You have plenty of money and plenty of friends. You will inherit your estate. If you look for a husband, you will look only for love.
One would think, then, that entering your first season among the eligible women of the ton would be bereft of the panic permeating through most of your friends in search of husbands. However, when you line up with the rest of the young women to be presented to the Queen at the start of the season, you find that it couldnât be less true.Â
Your stomach is in knots, even as you sweep confidently through the corridor to wait outside the door. The white feather in your hair stands tall and proud. Your dress is crisp and finely stitched, the highest of fashion yet never gaudy. You attract stares wherever you goâ from the other girls, envious and jealous and heartsick, from the men, longing and cutthroat and mercenaryâ but pretend they donât phase you in the slightest. As duchess, youâve had plenty of time to grow accustomed to onlookers. You wonât allow them to interfere with you on this all important day.
At last, your name is called, and you enter the throne room, your mother behind you. You keep your steps small but light, and seem to float towards your queen. When the time is right, you sink into an elegant curtsy. The moment seems to last forever, your knees bent, your hands shaking slightly, but when the queen calls you to stand, you look up to find her smiling benevolently at you.
âI believe I have found my diamond of the season,â she announces.
The room erupts in polite applause, and you do your best to smother a smile thatâs entirely too giddy to be proper. As you retreat from the room, you gaze at the faces surrounding you, trying to remember which ones look genuinely happy for you and which seem to be identifying a prize pig for the slaughter. When the town gossips all gather later to share their thoughts on todayâs proceedings, youâre certain that some of them will attempt to discredit you, saying that of course the queen would choose the duchess as her diamond, but you know just as well as all of them that you deserve the honor today. You were the best of everyone here, and itâs plain to see.
Among all of them, your gaze catches on a singular man, almost lost in the crowd from all the bodies packed together but no less entrancing. What strikes you the most is that his face seems kind, and his eyes sparkle with pride as they watch you go. Pride for you, for your accomplishments. As if he couldnât be more delighted that you of all people were named the seasonâs diamond.
Then youâre gone from the room, and the kind man is no longer before you. Still, you puzzle over the encounter long after your carriage takes you home. You donât believe you recognize him, but that doesnât mean anything to sway you towards any decision. An image of the young man swims in your mindâ short, dirty blond hair, an upturned mouth, dark eyes, his face almost spritely. Clever, for sure.
You know better than to mess with clever men. Clever men are the type to try and twist your mind, convince you that they only love you then attempt to make off with your money. You know full well what marriage to you will offer any would-be suitor. This season, you may be looking for affection, but every man in the room will be after your fortune. The task of finding someone who truly cares for you will be a difficult one indeed.
So, clever men or not, youâll have to keep your heart under close guard. When the first ball of the season comes to be, you don one of your finest dresses, and firmly admonish yourself to be careful. The game of hearts is not one that you lose. Either you win, or you destroy yourself.
You time your arrival carefully, so as to make the best entrance, and your efforts are rewarded. From the moment youâre announced, all eyes turn to you. Were it not for your extensive experience with being scrutinized in the grand magnifying lens that is the ton, youâd be nervous to have that many people looking at you. Even still, you canât pretend you donât feel a small flutter in your stomach.
It gets easier once you sweep further into the room, once people start smiling at you again, when the conversation picks up and youâre asked for your first dance of the evening, which you accept. Your partner is a charming man named Minhoâ dark hair, witty eyes, an excellent sense of humor. Heâs athletic and a decent dancer, and by the time the music stops, youâre back to your usual self again. You canât stop yourself from mentally sizing up your dance partner. He seems nice, and you wouldnât be bored around him, at least. His family owns land. Although heâs not of your precise social standing, few are, and heâs close enough to you that it would be a respectable match.
Stillâ still, you think to yourself, as you move away from the center of the floor once more to consider your dance card, itâs not quite enough. You want love, you want a spark, and you didnât quite get that with Minho. There are plenty of eligible suitors here, though, and many more balls to come. Youâll have other opportunities to select a match.
A few dances later, though, your feet are beginning to feel heavy and youâre still no closer to finding someone of interest than you were at the start. A good lady of extensive training such as yourself should have no problem dancing the entire night through with a pleasant smile on her face, but youâre still human, still tired, and your charming demeanor is beginning to pinch at the seams before long.
The music for the latest dance ends, and you curtsy to your partner, praying silently that no one else will be looking to fill your dance card for the next rotation. However, when you turn around, youâre greeted with the sight of many anxious faces. Something inside you wilts, perhaps your endurance.
Before the mobs can descend upon you, however, a figure appears in front of you. You sigh in relief to see one of your closest friends, Miss Teresa Agnes. âTeresa! And here I thought I wouldnât have a single good friend all evening.â
Teresa laughs, her dark hair shining. âI would never abandon you. Certainly not when our diamond is sparkling so spectacularly tonight.â
You smile at her. âIâm not the only one whoâs sparkling, Teresa. You look lovely.â
âThank you,â Teresa says sincerely. âNow, if you donât mind, Iâd like to introduce someone to you. This is Viscount Newt, a good friend of mine. I met him through Thomas.â
You smile to yourself as Teresa turns to beckon someone towards you. Teresa has been harboring a not-so-secret admiration for Thomas since you were all small. This is her first season in the social circles, too, and if she doesnât come out of it with a proposal from Thomas, youâll think the sky has fallen. Even now, heâs watching her fondly from across the room, trying to pretend as if he isnât pining madly while Minho teases him for it.
âHere he is at last,â Teresa says, and all of a sudden you canât think about Thomasâ case of lovesickness for a second longer, because Teresa has brought her friend before you, and you know him. Itâs the stranger from your presentation to the queen. The nice one, the clever one. The one that caught your eye, and then your imagination.
You curtsy automatically, and Newt bows. Once the two of you straighten up, youâre able to observe him more closely. Youâd only gotten a fleeting glimpse earlier, but now you can drink in the sight of him, and you do. His eyes are dark, but catch the lights like stars. His mouth has a habit of twitching up at the sides, as if heâs always thinking of a joke but just barely managing to keep it at bay. When he looks at you, he really looks at you. Youâve been stared at all night by would-be suitors, but their gazes never went farther than surface level. Right now, itâs as if Newt can see through to your very soul, and most intimately of all, appreciates it.
Teresa gives you a confused look, and you realize youâve been standing in silence for longer than is probably courteous. âItâs a pleasure to meet you,â you say.
âI must return the sentiment,â Newt returns. âTeresa has talked about you many times. Iâve been quite eager to meet you.â
âI hope Iâm worthy of what sheâs told you,â you say.
Newt smiles again. âI believe youâre even better than that,â he tells you.
Teresa is looking at you with an odd smile. âI believe Iâd better let the two of you get to know each other, then,â she says, and sweeps away before you can stop her.
Newt laughs. âSheâs been wanting to set us up for ages. For a friendship, I mean,â he breaks in hastily. âApparently, she thinks we have a similar sense of humor.â
âI look forward to finding that out myself,â you smile.
Newtâs eyes flash with mirth again, delighting you. Behind you, the music picks up again. Newt extends a hand towards you. âWould you mind if I shared a dance with you? Unless, of course, youâd rather sit for a while.â
âIâd love to dance,â you say quickly, and itâs true. All of a sudden, the pain in your feet is gone, as if it had never existed at all.
Newt smiles and takes your hand to lead you to the dance floor. The orchestra begins its melody, and you start your dance. You make a mental note to ask Teresa a little more about Newt later; he dances like an aristocrat, but he speaks so freely to you. Itâs nothing like youâve ever experienced in a suitor before.
Newt arches a brow as he steps through the dance. âSizing me up, are you? It may be improper of me to ask, but I do hope Iâm meeting your requirements.â
Your cheeks heat up. âIâm simply appreciating your mastery of this dance. Nothing more.â
Newt laughs easily. âOf course not. Itâs not as if everyone else here is doing the same thing right now. Every dance partner is a strategy meeting. In just a matter of minutes, youâll walk away knowing if I am a worthy wager, and I will do the same. This ball is full of hounds and foxes, my lady. We all know our parts.â
You glance at him, feeling a curious grin tugging at your lips. âAnd which am I? Fox or hound?â
Newt returns your proud gaze. âI suppose weâll find out at the end of the season, wonât we?â
You laugh, feeling oddly triumphant. Newt has this way about him that you find enchanting. Itâs almost breaching impropriety with how candid he is around you, but it only makes you trust him more. The dance ends far sooner than youâd like. Newt relinquishes you to the storm of suitors outside, hopefully with just as much reluctance as you.
The rest of the night passes in a blur. Newt is truly the only one that stands out to you. You donât have a chance to dance with him again, but you keep making eye contact as you dance with other partners. You can practically hear his clever words in your head, catching you in the act of evaluating the suitors in front of you. Fox or hound?
When the ball ends and you return to your carriage for the ride home, youâre blissful, practically dreamy. Youâve had enough time with Newt to dream about it until the next ball, where youâll likely repeat the same cycle over and over again until the season ends.
However, your golden mood is shattered when your chaperone sits down across from you. Her face, by contrast, is twisted with disappointment. âDo you have any idea what sort of trouble youâre getting yourself into?â She asks once the carriage pulls away.
Still caught up in the heady dream of a merry boy who smiled the brightest when he danced with you, you donât realize the trap descending around you until itâs too late. âWhat trouble?â
Your chaperoneâs lips purse. âYouâre meant to be dancing only with eligible gentlemen, my lady. I should hope that youâd be able to recognize the suitable candidates from the unseemly by now.â
The veil is pierced, and youâre beginning to be brought back to earth. âWhat are you talking about? I thought I made perfectly reasonable choices with my dance partners.â
Your chaperone shakes her head, a quick, sharp gesture. âAll but one. Goodness, havenât you heard about the trouble with that one family? I canât believe Miss Agnes had the nerve to introduce him to you, but perhaps the fact that sheâs so besotted with Lord Thomas is upsetting her mind.â
Your heart freezes in your chest. âYou canât mean to say that the Viscount is not a suitable bachelor? What else could he be?â
The other woman sighs. âYou donât know, do you? My lady, I would not interfere if I did not feel the need, but I can assure you, his motives with you are purely mercenary. That man is desperate for something to cover up the follies of his family, and you, my dear, are the perfect gilded shield.â
You feel cold. âWhat follies?â
âHis sister, Miss Sonya, was seen alone with her fiance,â your chaperone murmurs at last. âLord Aris. I would think you would have heard his name, although perhaps not connected it with Viscount Newt. Miss Sonya and Lord Aris were happily engaged, and by all accounts it was a fine union, but they were seen together without a chaperone past dark. Quite the scandal. The Viscount knows it and is eager to get the ton talking about anything but his sisterâs misdeeds. Entering into a courtship with you would do just the trick.â
Sheâs right, and you know it, and you hate it. âHe seemed so genuine,â you whisper, and instantly know how foolish it sounds.
Your chaperone, to her credit, is kind enough to take pity on you. âHe did,â she tells you, âand you looked happy together. You would be less happy, however, when you found out the truth. I would rather you know now and stay away. Men like that are nothing but trouble.â
You nod solemnly, turning your head to watch the dark landscapes rumbling past. The sun is already beginning to rise, a hallmark of a late night out. It had been a beautiful night up until this, and now the entire evening is ruined in your mind.
âI feel for Miss Sonya,â you whisper. âShe was already engaged. They were just talking.â
âShe knows the rules of society, and so do you,â your chaperone reminds you. âWe all have our roles to play.â
And the consequence of setting a foot outside your role is instant public mortification. Yes. What a forgiving world. You immediately plant your exhausted body in your bed when you return, hardly sparing the time to wash and dress, but the only things to bloom from your rest are troubled dreams of the boy that could have been yours. Now that you know the truthâ that Newt was only trying to use you for a better reputationâ every interaction with him is tainted.
Youâd meant what you said in the carriage, though. You did think Newt was genuine. Hadnât he laughed more than usual when he was with you? Hadnât he regarded you with that fierce pride of his, as if heâd finally found a mind that was an equal to his? Hadnât he watched you with something akin to jealousy when you danced with the other men that werenât him?
Hadnât you wished he would only dance with you? And donât you wish that you could truly do what you promised yourself and marry only for love, never mind the rest? It is a simple dream to think that love is easy. Marriage is not simple, not in the ton, not in your lifetime. Every one of your days will be shaped by the whims of society, even when they take Newt away from you.
When it comes time for the next ball, you do your best to strengthen your spirits before you go. You intentionally avoid him, making sure to always have your dance card full whenever the music ends. Itâs easy enough to find a crowd large enough to hide you from him, and yet you still catch glimpses of Newt from across the hall, several partners down, in a carriage many behind yours. You successfully go two balls, then three, without seeing him, but it aches like a knife in your ribs when you think about what could have been.
As it turns out, youâre not the only one wishing you were with him. At the fifth ball of the season, your attempts to distance yourself from the viscount are foiled at last. Newt tracks you down, signing his name on your dance card before you can stop him before leading you out to the dance floor.
âThatâs a rather abrupt way of asking a lady to dance, donât you think?â You ask as you curtsy.
Newt bows. âI felt it was the only way of guaranteeing that you would dance with me.â
âA lady never declines a gentleman in need of a dance,â you remind him.
The music picks up, and the two of you begin your paces. âA lady also never avoids a gentleman as thoroughly as you have at the last few balls,â Newt says. âWere it not for the fact that I know you to be as perfectly agreeable a duchess as there could ever be, I would say that it was personal.â
You canât look him in the eyes, even with his hands on you, guiding you through the steps. âItâs not meant to work out, my lord. Us, I mean. We cannot forget the rules.â
When Newt speaks again, his voice sounds hurt. âWhy not? Forgive me, my lady, but I remember what it was like that first night. You were happy. We were happy, and happy together. What changed?â
At last, you risk a glance towards him, and instantly regret it. Newtâs eyes are filled with genuine hurt. Are you wrong? Did he actually want you as more than a cover-up? âI heard about your sister,â you say as delicately as you can.
Still, Newt flinches as if youâve hit him. âYou donât know the full story,â Newt says raggedly.
âThen tell me,â you beg him. âI would choose you if I could, but everyone seems to think that you are only interested in me to advance your station. Give me a reason to believe in you, not them.â
âI canât say it here,â Newt whispers.Â
âI canât go somewhere with you alone,â you tell him quietly. âEspecially not after what happened to your sister. You must tell me now, or we will never have another chance.â
âAlright,â he says at last. âBut you mustnât breathe a word of it to anyone.â
Once you agree, Newt begins to speak in a hushed whisper hardly audible to you, let alone the other couples around you. âSonya is deeply in love with Lord Aris, and he is in love with her. So much so to the point that he has been battling a deep rage ever since that awful gossip rag, Lady Whistledown, slightly disparaged her last season. He took it upon himself to find out Lady Whistledownâs identity, and somehow, he did. The only problem is, Lady Whistledown is not someone Sonya would consider a friend. He wanted to warn her about the dangers of being anything less than perfect around that insidious writer, and he didnât want to waste a moment. He called on her to meet with him as soon as possible. He didnât think they would be seen, but they were, and of course Lady Whistledown ran with it to discredit them in case they would reveal her.â
You suck in a harsh breath. âIt was never anything wrong, then. He merely wanted to protect her.â
Newt nods. âLord Aris is a good man. He never would have done something like this if he realized how it would backfire. He regrets it daily, even though all he wanted to do was keep my sister safe. The ton knows their characters, too. Neither of them would do anything unseemly. The rumors diminish by the day, and soon, it will all be over. They will be happily married.â
He sighs and looks at you again. âI tell you this to explain myself, and to clear my name. I have nothing to hide from the situation with my sister and her future husband. In fact, it is only because they directly asked me not to spread this information that I havenât gone public with the identity of Lady Whistledown herself to spare their reputations. I have nothing to fear, my lady. Certainly nothing that would make me risk the happiness of my marriage on a good rumor. I would court you because I have never met anyone like you before, nor do I think I ever will. You are utterly entrancing in every possible way. If you do not wish to be with me in that fashion, I would understand.â
You shake your head quickly. âI do want that, my lord. I want you.â
A careful smile slips across Newtâs face. âDo you mean that?â
âI do,â you tell him. âI have wanted you since the moment I saw you at my presentation. I would have found you no matter what lies they spread.â
Newt grins. âI believe I have decided something important, my lady. About your inner nature.â
You arch a brow as he spins you. âAnd what is that?â
âYouâre a hound,â he informs you matter-of-factly. âSharp and bright. Brave, too. But, then again, I am a hound as well. We make quite the pair, I think.â
âI think so too,â you tell him. In the days to come, rumors will abound about the viscount and the duchess. At first, there will be surprise across the ton, but then, even the most tenacious of gossips will realize that this makes perfect sense. The most clever of men and the most ambitious of women, bound together in holy matrimony. Even the best of poets couldnât concoct a story that beautiful.
requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!
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A Private Affair [Husband!Miguel]
Hobie and Pavitr are convinced you and Miguel have a loveless marriage. Gwen insists they just donât watch you two hard enough.
Husband!Miguel x Wife!Reader (just fluffy and playful miguel being flirty w u <333)
âWhat do they even talk about?â Pavitr quipped once as the rest of the team left the room with him.
While opposites attracted, you and Miguel carried a similar energy: serious and stern. Miguel was grumpier and prone to losing his cool compared to you, who was known for your aloof attitude right after being known for being Mrs. OâHara.
âNo clue,â Hobie grunted as he crossed a threshold past a number of anomalies, âmight be a loveless marriage. Never seen âem hug or kiss like couples do.â
Gwen rolled her eyes and scoffed, âOf course you boys donât see the subtlety of it.â The boys paused before huffing at the suggestion that their gender of all things obscured them to any nuance between you two: you never really touched, never dwelled on conversations beyond missions in front of them, and were never affectionate. It was just like seeing two coworkers and no more than that.
âWhat subtlety?â they inquired in unison, matching Gwenâs storter strides as they went toward the cafeteria.
âJust watch them more. Harder next time.â
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âEarth-349âs anomaly is clear. Canon event still occurred at proper time and Earth-56âs anomaly is just awaiting transport. Went smoothly,â you reported, hands across your chest as you looked up at Miguel. His eyes werenât on you though, just the screen. You werenât missing the way he kept glancing though.
âSomething on my face?â
âNothing,â Miguel coughed, that shy way he did when he wanted to be close to you but couldnât be. Smiles are saved for private, the facade of professionalism thinly veiling the tension between you two: you both just really wanted to go back home and get some rest, be close again.
Itâs so hard to not just sink into his arms and coo at him like a cute puppy and coddle him with kisses as his wife but it generally was agreed upon to just be as controlled around each other as possible. It was destined to go downhill if you both got too touchy feely; heâd look like a lovesick fool instead of a leader and the same applied to you. Work is work and home is home.
âYou keep looking at me though.â
âI canât look at you?â
âYou can if I have something on my face,â you retort with the smallest smile in the word - the corners of your lips tense as they slightly rose. He was funny in his shy nature like you werenât married for years. His love was so cat-like, having to let him be skittish before he leaned into you.
âThen you do have something on your face,â he replies typing absentmindedly.
âI do?â you ask, genuinely worried youâd been clambering around with food on your face as a leader in the medical center.
âYeah,â he said, âyouâve got pretty all over it.â
A slightly bigger smile. A professional one. âYou got empanada on yours.â
He stands straight. âReally?â
âNo,â you chuckle, âbut you thought you did for a second huh?â
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The way you stand by each other leaves room for Jesus, Hobie thinks. Miguel has to crane his neck down to look at you and you need to crane your neck up. The banter on the height difference is barely out of earshot when he hears you two as he stands outside of Miguelâs office: your voices all friendly and calm.
âCanât you sit when I talk to you? Youâre hurting my neck, Miguel,â you start, foot nudging the rolling chair to him.
âYouâre hurting my eyes,â Miguel shot back quickly as he grabbed the back of the chair rolling at him.
âCalling me ugly now?â you snort with an eye roll, arms crossing in that closed off pose even with just your husband.
He narrows his eyes, that cheeky smile, âNo. Just hurts to look at the sun, yâknow?â
Hobie thinks heâll throw up.
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Gwen and Pavitr had seen you in the medical bay, Miguel sitting in a chair by your desk with some stitches in his forehead. Gwen and Pavitr only really needed a dash of hydrogen peroxide but you recommended they stay seated and drink water before they headed out. Itâs just adjacent to your desk, separated by the thin hospital curtain - thin enough to hear you. Gwenâs fingers pressed to her lips as Pavitr went to speak (as he always did) and she gestured to the direction where your desk was.
You and Miguel were whispering⌠just loud enough for them to make out what you both were saying.
âYouâre getting real old⌠coming in here with that gash,â you murmur, âswing faster. I never wanna see you bloody again.â
âThought you said you wanted to grow old with me. Swinging slow so the arthritis doesnât kill me,â he scoffed shortly.
âHysterical,â you snip back in a low voice before pausing and saying, âbut I just hate to see you hurt. Even if I get to see you in my unit.â
The murmurs stop as some shuffling is heard, the sound of little peppering kisses to his hair barely audible. âI just need a magic kiss and I feel better though. Get right out of your hairâŚâ he chuckles lowly.
They canât see you smiling.
âI wonât give you one then,â you start, âjust cause I want to take care of my husband a little longer.â The little giggles and cooing from across the barrier are just a private moment overheard but it does enough.
Hobie and Pavitr just fake gag behind your backs now when they see your hands or shoulders brush against each other. Itâs the little things of a marriage that are the most important, at work or at home.
#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman 2099 x you#spiderman 2099 x y/n#miguel oâhara x y/n#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel oâhara x you#nana writes spiderverse#nana writes
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jjk men in bridgerton universe (fem!reader)
characters: geto, gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna
Dearest gentle reader, the enchanting season of balls and soirees has once graced us with its presence, and with it comes the ever-present hunt for the most elegible and desirable bachelors. This year, the competition is fiercer than ever, as six distinguished gentlemen have captured the hearts of many a lady and become the talk of the town. Their charm and refinement have set the social scene ablaze, leaving many a heart affluter. Join me as we delve into the charms and virtues of these gallant suitors.Yours sincerely, Lady Whistledown
suguru geto was raised alongside the prince gojo satoru. he inherited his title (duke) from his father, a humble doctor who earned his nobility by saving the king's life. suguru arrived in London at the request of satoru, who sought his loyal friend's support in the quest for a suitable bride
he wasn't in search of a wife; his primary purpose for being there was to assist his best friend prince!satoru
he met you in the first ball of the season, where he witnessed one of your suitors behaving disrespectfully; so he rescued you from him
after that memorable everning, where you spent hours engrossed in conversation, duke!suguru began to reconsider his stance on marriage
he courted you with thoughtful yet extravagant giftsâlimited edition books with author's notes, flowers not commonly found in London, and equisite dresses crafted from the finest materials
long, leisurely promenades during mornings and enjoyable dances at the balls during nights
on evenings without balls, you would share your dreams, secrets, and intimate thoughts under the soft glow of the moonlight
he gathered the courage to propose, and upon receiving your "yes", he sought for family's blessing for your hand in marriage
private but enchanting wedding, attended by your family, his mother, and prince!satoru
as a token of his love, duke!suguru gave you the ring that had been worn by his grandma and mama during their marriages.
he purchased a charming house next to the castle, so both of you could live there happily
you had three kids, two boys and one girl
âIt has always been you and i cannot do nothing but offer you all what i possess, including myselfâ
satoru gojo who considered suguru to be both his brother and trusted advisor, often seeks his counseld and important matters. he is widely recognized for his charismatic and charming Casanova-like personality, having lots of affairs. As the heir of the United Kingdom he embarked on a journey to London with the singular goal of finding a suitable wife.
his aim was to marry the diamond of the season, yet sadly, she showed no interest in him at all
fate itervened when he encountered you in the royal gardens, where you were gazing at the stars and engaged in an animated conversation with your suitor. finding your enthusiasm amusing, he felt drawn to your charm
he asked suguru to gather information about you. it turned out you belonged to one of London's wealthiest families
recognizing your humility and profund influence your family had in the kingdom and in other kingdoms, satoru made the bold decision to seek your father's permission for your hand in marriage
despite the fact you did not know him at all, you found yourself abroad a trip bound for your new home
extravagant and luxurious wedding, featuring an abudance of guests that lasted an entire week. unfortunately, the celebration became awkward, as you had yet to truly interact with prince!satoru
satoru chose to end his love affairs the moment he married you
at first, interactions were solely focused on the purpose of ensuring a royal heir for the Gojo family through pregnancy
as time went on, he felt guilty for leaving you alone in the castle all day. he began inviting you to join him in his tasks, discovering your passion for astronomy and realizing you were more than just a pretty face from a wealthy family
within just a month, you had transformed into a pair of lovebirds who could scarcely bear to be apart
satoru is delighted in bringing you thoughtful gifts from his travels, each one intricately connected to your passion for astronomy
you had five kids, three boys and two girls
âmaybe the stars were the reason why we met, but i am going to be the reason for you to stayâ
kento nanami whose family is highly respected throughout London. He is a viscount who enjoyed a long standing connection with the royal family, being even close friend to prince!satoru and duke!suguru. As a result, he is often seen at all significant events. At the age of twenty-eight, prompted by his father's wishes, viscount!nanami decided it was time to find a wife.
had a notebook with the names of ladies he thought he might have a chance with
he was taken aback when he discovered that one of his childhood friendsâyourselfâhad emerged as a debutante. he almost had a heart attack when he knew you were the diamond of the season
with the intention of reconnecting rather than courting, nanami approached you for a brief conversation
you confided in him about exhausting pressure of having numerous suitors vying for your attention.
in a moment of genuine kindness nanami offered to court you, suggesting that it would provide you with an opportunity to realx from the encounters of the other suitors
what began as three leisurely promenades a week quickly transformed into a daily ritual
every suitor you had gradually withdrew, as your connection with viscount!nanami deepened
the undeniable chemistry and bond between you were simply too intense to ignore even for both of you. with the season drawing to a close, he formally asked for your hand in marriage
the wedding was a momentous occasion, capturing the attention of London. even prince!satoru attended this grand event with his wife, who was carrying the heir of the kingdom
you had four kids, three boys and one girl
âdarling, you have nothing to envy to diamonds. you worth more than all diamonds in the worldâ
choso is a baron hailed from a modest family but well-respect family withing their country. as the eldest son of nine, he carried the responsibility of taking care of his family. In pursuit of expanding the family business baron!choso traveled to London to sought new partners.
one of his potential business associate informed him about the prestigious opening ball, and with little else on his agenda, he decided to attended
his sweet, gently and polite demeanor quickly capitvated everyone he met. in the span of a single night, choso trasformed into one of the most sought-after suitors in the room
one morning, while strolling through the park and trying to evade the eager mamas and their daughters, he inadvertently collided with you, causing you to tumble to the pavement
concerned for your well-being, he chose to remain by your side for the rest of the day. his frequent visits during your recovery turned into cherised moments, and love began to blossom
he admitted his main goal was to increase the company's earnings enough that his family would no longer worry about financial issues
you shared your desire to travel the globe, having had fragile health and being rarely allowed outside by your parents
eventually, he mustered the courage to ask for your hand in marriage, promising to fulfill your dream of traveling the world together
wedding was a modest affair, attended only by close family members
in the first three years of your marriage, you and baron!choso traveled around the globe; allowing him to expand his business internationally while you explored the amazing world you had always longed to see
by the fifth year, choso purchased a charming house in the wealthiest street in London; where you both settled down to start a family
you had seven kids, four boys and three girls
âyou will make me the most fortunate man if you let me make your dreams come trueâ
toji fushigiro is the most esteemed warrior in the United Kingdom's army. He escaped his abusive family by enlisting, quickly gaining notoriety for his reckless and individualistic battle style. He ascended to colonel in just a year. After sustaining injuries in combat, toji arrived in London.
he crossed paths with you in the red light district. emerging for a cabaret, he spotted you as you passed by, searching for him. knowing his past as a hitman, you approached to him with a mission, help you find your sister. he accepted the mission
your sister and you were bastards, leading your father to deny both of you, and your mother sold you. fortunately, you were taken in by a kind farmer
now an adult you had decided to spend your savings to travel to London in hopes of reuniting with your sister
toji and you moved together into a humble apartment, to make the search easier
as your shared late-night drinks, a unique friendship began to blossoms, with both of you opening up about your pasts
eventually, you and him discovered that your sister had managed to escape with a painter two years prior. on the same night of this relevation, he received a call to defend the kingdom
for the first time, toji felt genuine empathy for your plight, as you were left with no money and without your sister. in a moment of compassion, he proposed marriage, knowing that this would elevate your status and provide you with a modest home on the outskirts of town
his benevolent gesture made you fall in love with him
after two years of war, he returned home with two children, a boy and a girl. you embraced them as your own
your kindness and nuturing spirit towards both the children and him made him realize what a remarkable partner you were.
you fell in love first but he fell harder
you had three kids, two girls and one boy
âi wonât be able to thank your sister enough, if it wasnât for her, i wouldnât have the chance to met you and call you mineâ
sukuna rules the Ottoman Empire with a reputation of his cold-hearted yet rational approach to governance. Despite his stern demeanor, he commands respect from other kingdoms and empires. Determined to secure a worthy wife to bear him respected heirs, he travels to London on a quest for a suitable partner.
you first encountered him as he was stepping out of the first ball, visibly defeated by his failure to find anyone worth of his stature. just then, you were defending a debutante from an inappropiate suitor
sukuna intervened before the man could lay a hand on you
grateful for his chivalry, you thanked him but insisted you could have handled the situation on your own
he found your attitude cocky and thought you would need a punishment to know who you were talking to
after investigating you, he discovered that you found the process of courting and being a debutante frustrating and pointless. your deep annoyance with the system often made you feel ill whenever a gentlemen attempted to court you
he decided to punish you by courting you. you recognized his playfull intentions and decided to match his wit by accepting his expensive gifts while demanding even greater offerings in return
dynamic of enemies to lovers
sukuna soon realized you were everything he sought in a partner, a powefull lady excelling in various disciplines. music? you mastered five instruments effortlesly. art? your hiperrealism paintings left onlookers in awe. manners? everyone envy your poise, grafecul expressions and sharp wit
you began to see him in a new light. he was a wealthy man who wasn't uncomfortable with your honest opinions or strong personality
he demanded you to marry him, you demanded him to ask it in a nicer way
greatest wedding of the century, a lavish celebration where he proudly displayed his new bride to every kingdom and empire
you had one kid, a boy
âdo you know whatâs better than a king and his empire? a king with his powerful queenâ
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk imagines#geto x reader#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#choso x reader#toji x reader#sukuna x reader
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Swanqueen fanfics recommendations:
note: ngl iâve been wanting for someone to ask me this. also all the recs are multi chapters⌠donât get me started on how many one shots i saved or how many are in this post đ
Every secret it keeps - Two years into emma and regina's loving marriage, emma discovers that she's somehow, impossibly, pregnant. Unfortunately, no one in this family is naive enough to believe that true love can make babies, and the swan-mills family is thrown headlong into a situation that will strain at the seams of their familyâ or tear them apart completely.
Dusk til dawn - what happens when the evil queen returns to a post-swan queen storybrooke? How will regina and emma's former relationship affect her pursuit of a happy ending with the savior? (warning: elements of mommy kink, ageplay/regression, and a bit of everything in between; even if youâre not into that, i would still give this one a read! itâs so good and super cute! .)
Storybrooke scandal - Regina Mills and Emma Swan have a long lasting sexual relationship with each other, but they got married along the way, however not to each other. Behind closed doors their relationship still continues, but what will happen when their respective husbands find out about their secret relationship and what will such a scandal do in the small town of storybrooke?
Making exceptions - No magic. Multi-chap. College AU: Emma Swan is a culinary arts student. Regina Mills is her English teacher.
Whispers in the night - AU: Emma's plagued by grief over the loss of her best friend. She joins a support group and meets Regina Mills. They share their heartbreaking stories and come out as friends. Can they find a way to become more than that?
Nine months to love - Regina overhears that Emma is pregnant. As the months pass, she is frequently at Emmaâs place, and Emma at hers. Emma and Regina grow emotionally closer as the pregnancy goes through ups and downs. 10 chapters.
Project wingman - Regina has a secret admirer. Unknown to her, this mystery person has been standing right before her eyes all along.
We'll always have hope - âAre you saying I seduced you? âRegina frowned. âIf I remember correctly, it was you that pinned me against the bed. It was you who kissed me. It was also you that pulled my panties down using your-â Emma had messed up. She had messed up badly. There was no way she could choose between her best friend that she had been in love with for years and her husband who she just kind of tolerated. After their impromptu trip for their son's graduation, A few positive pregnancy tests changes Emmaâs life forever and makes the decision for her.
Could you escort the maid? - Emma Swan is a 28 yr old aspiring writer who happens to be a professional escort. On a night out with a client Emma obtains a chance to save for her dreams when she is hired by a respected rich couple Robin and his wife Regina as their new maid.What happens when Emma soon realizes their marriage isn't as it seems and what will Robin do when he sees that she is falling for his wife
Darkness Falls - The story of how Emma and Regina discover they share true love is a rocky one. Snow White interferes stripping Emma and Henry of their will and Regina is on the run from a town that has turned on her. With few allies, how will the Queen restore her family and what will be the fall out of Snow's magical manipulations?
Bridges of storybrooke county - Based on the plot of the movie/novel 'The Bridges of Madison County'. Regina is a married and unsatisfied housewife living on an Iowa farm, Emma is a globetrotting photojournalist. Their fateful meeting begins a love affair neither of them is ready for. (And if you want to know whether Francesca gets out of the damn truck this time? You'll have to read the whole story.)
The choices we make - Would you give up the love of your life in name of a dream? Emma Swan and Ruby Lucas have a hard decision ahead and this will change their lives completely, and everyone around them.
What we could of had - Emma breaks up with her high school sweetheart, Regina out of the blue.Ten years later, Regina gets a visit by two adorable kids claiming to be hers.
Someone will remember us - On day one of her junior year at Boston College, Emma makes a fool out of herself in front of the most beautiful woman sheâs ever seen. She tries not to dwell on it, though â after all, itâs not like the woman is going to end up teaching one of her classes.
A date with destiny - Regina Mills is a 35 year old, rich business woman who is also a virgin. Emma Swan is a 28 year old friend and roommate of fellow business man Robin Locksley and works for Killian Jones. Regina's assistant is tired off suffering from the backlash of her boss's stress and decides to set her up on a blind date with Robin but he can't show and so sends Emma instead.
Circumstance - Emma is an owner of a renowned Fitness Club called Swan Fitness and is also a grad student seeking a Master's in Counseling. Regina is one of Emma's professors and soon to be a member of her club. Will they allow their circumstance to prevent their feelings from evolving? Or will they fight to have their chance at their happy-ending? (TW!!!!)
Indecent Proposal - Emma Swan, a single mother, struggling to pay for her son's medical visits along as his medication, gets more than she bargains for when she meets Regina Mills. New York's bachelorette billionaire who offers her the solution to all her money problems: 2 million dollars and a signed contract stating her companionship for an entire year. One year, where anything could come into play.
Miss Swan goes to storybrooke - Regina Mills is running an underdog mayoral campaign when her hapless partner in crime, Neal Cassidy Gold, hires his new girlfriend to be a part of it. It's hate at first sight. Emma Swan is infuriatingly attractive, infuriatingly competent, andâ most infuriatinglyâ will absolutely bring down their entire campaign if Regina doesn't get rid of her first.
Hi, i'm calling to answer your craigslist ad - Emma, Just like every 18-year-old foster kid, just aged out of the system. With nowhere to go, Emma searches Craigslist's Ads in hopes that she may find a job. While Browsing the "live-in housekeeper" section Emma comes across a post titled: "Seeking Live-in Pet/housekeeper". Starts off as OutlawQueen, ends with SwanQueen.
Chronicles of eris - After bringing back Marian from the past, Emma is left to deal with the consequences and repercussions of that decision. Two months of silent treatment from Regina is enough to push Emma completely over the edge. Together she and Ruby jump into a portal to the Enchanted Forest in order to figure out where they belong in the world.
To woo the queen - Emma Swan finally confesses her love for Regina Mills but as soon as she does, Regina pulls away. If it was just a casual fling Emma wanted, Regina thought she could have done with just that, but an admission of love and feelings scares Regina. Will Emma be able to woo her lady love and change her mind?
Bridges - Emma Swan has always run from everything and everyone; make no connections and no one can hurt you. But one night, something stops her from running. She meets Regina standing at the edge of a bridge, and everything changes. Major TW for suicide, depression, rape/non-con, abortion, child abuse, baby conceived by rape
The Girlfriend Experience - Emma Swan is a successful soccer star who was born with a dick. Regina Mills is the escort she hires to give her the 'Girlfriend Experience' but it turns into more. Little does Emma know, Regina is actually a victim of Mr Gold's sex slavery trade. What will they have to risk to be together? Smutty G!P! (last time i read this, it was still getting updated..)
What have you done - Regina is not speaking to Emma over Marian's sudden appearance. Emma decides she's had enough. Set at the end of Season 3, before things got "frozen." The beginnings of Swan Queen. So what started out as a simple one-shot, expanded and will continue for four chapters.
Lawyer vs. love - Regina Mills is a hard-ass lawyer from New York. Her life is nothing more than work until one day she meets Emma Swan, a barista with a troubled past. But, when a jealous ex comes to town, everything seems compromised and when Emma is sent away she asks Regina to do something that seems impossible.
A moment of truth - After Emma and Regina finally confess their feelings for each other, the dam breaks. This is the story of discovering their love for each and realizing that it had been there all along. This story is low on the angst but high on the feels and does contain plenty of magical sex.
Safe in the arms of love - Storybrooke AU. After an attack, Regina is forced to confront a past she spent her life burying. Can Emma help her find her way back before the darkness threatens to consume her? SQ ending. Trigger Warnings: Rape, assault, child abuse, violence, sexual content, stalkin
Group therapy - Emma Swan meets Regina Mills in group therapy. Contains potentially triggering content such as self-harm, drug use, and discussion of eating disorders. SwanQueen.
One touch - Emma is in therapy, and Regina Mills is her therapist. Eventually SwanQueen. Warning: this story contains mature themes that may be triggering to some individuals. Please read with caution !!!!!!!
In sickness and in health - As if being in an accident wasn't enough, now she's being told she's forgotten the last 3 years of her life? And in those 3 years, she got married...to her? Just great.
Bait and switch - Henry Mills is sick and tired of his motherâs skating around the truth and not realizing that they are perfect for each other and that they belong together. So he has a plan to bring them together and convinces his grandmother to help.
Broken together - After experiencing a great loss, Emma leans on Regina for support. Can she get through this with the help of Regina and Henry? (TW!!!!) (will squeeze the fuck out of your heart)
One more try - Emma and Regina are having relationship issues. (this will eat your heart out!)
Reservation for ms. mills - Senior Henry Mills tries to set up his daughter Regina and Emma because he thinks they'll be perfect for each other. One way or another. (major romcom vibes !!)
Out - Regina breaks up with Robin after returning from the NY road trip. She begins to question her sexuality and decides to test the waters with a familiar face in town. Emmaâs jealously rages and Killian is confused. Some Red Queen. Mostly Swan Queen.
Lost time - Emma gets accidentally sucked into a portal to a realm where time works a little differently and when she comes back she's got a little surprise with her. (crazy shit. read it.)
Love undefined - Itâs been eight years since the last time Regina and Emma saw each other, eight years since Emma lost part of her happiness, her family, and everything fell apart. But she hasnât forgotten those three years in New York, or any of what Regina had brought into her life. And if she can be honest with herself, she might even admit that she wants it back.
Whatâs wrong with emma swan? - Since Emma's return from the Underworld she is a shadow of her former self. Snow seeks Regina's help to get to the bottom of what's wrong with Emma. When Regina discovers the truth their lives are destined to change forever. An unexplained pregnancy and their evolving relationship leads to a future that neither of them saw coming.
A million tiny little things - emma swan doesnât seem like the kind of person youâd leave in charge of your kids, but somehow sheâs landed the job of nannying the mayorâs son. no matter her rebellious streak, sheâs more than a little concerned that sheâs breaking the cardinal rule of nannydom: do not, do not, start sleeping with your employer. swan queen romcom au.
The staircase - Regina could still smell her cologne and feel the cheap pleather pressing into her back. The brunette sucked in a breath. She was still lying on the floor at the staircase's base and she stared back up at it. Everything was different now. Changed. She felt broken by what had just happened, appalled and enraged, dirty. (TW!!!! very very fucking dark. probably the first dark fic iâve ever read)
Villains donât get happy endings - It had been her sacrificeâthe price she had to pay. Save everyone she had cursed for 28 years while simultaneously losing the one person she loved the most. Villains, after all, didn't get a Happy Ending. That was reserved for Princesses and Saviors. A 'what if' story where it's Regina, not Hook, who visits Emma in NYC at the beginning of 3B.
Miles to go - Everyone has their own story, this one is theirs and it paints the picture of a love story that spans over two decades, with all the ups and downs and everything else in between. (so fucking amazing!!)
Little match girl - Emergency circumstances lead Emma to move in with Regina and Henry, and the unexpected attraction between the two women stresses their current relationships. At the same time, someone is targeting Storybrooke's children with deadly consequences. (TW!)
The story - Takes place after 3x22. After everything they've been through... After everything that was said between them Robin leaves Regina for Marian and Emma is there to pick up the pieces. Swan Queen Angst and Romance
Oops - Emma and Regina get together at the mansion after they break up with Hook and Robin. Obviously, they get drunk and well...things happen. After one night of pure passion what will happen between the mayor and the sheriff when that night changes their lives, and their relationship, forever.
Skinny love - What are you going on about?" Regina swallowed harshly, really looking at the only person she has been able to bare her soul to. "You don't want me anymore because you found somebody else. Somebody better." Emma looked blankly at Regina. (a-fucking-mazing)
Memento Mori - Regina rejects Emma to stay with Robin after they've slept together. Emma winds up pregnant and tries to win the Mayor back. When the pregnancy is revealed, Snowing forces Emma to Underworld to save who they believe is the baby's father. The Underworld could prove fatal for Emma and her baby. Will they survive or will Regina lose her chance at having true love forever? (the fucking best- iâve been looking for this..)
Crazy changes - A chance encounter in a bar changes Emma Swan's life forever. One of those changes is the arrival of Regina Mills in her small town. But there's more to the newcomer than meets the eye and when Emma finds out the truth behind a family feud, she must re-evaluate everything she thought she knew.
For endings are where we begin - Regina Mills is your average working mom - she spends long hours at her bakery, loves her son Henry with all that she is, and can touch dead things and bring them back to life. Emma Swan is an orphan, an ex-convict, and a bailbondsperson residing in Massachusetts. She is also currently dead. This is the story of how they meet. [a Pushing Daisies AU]
Forget me not - Tired of feeling heartbroken after Robin's death, Regina takes a Forgetting Potion to eradicate all memories of her True Love. However, things don't go to plan as she can still remember Robin, but has no idea who the blonde sheriff, who goes by the name of 'Emma Swan', is.
Direct and linear relationships - Emma Swan is a barely 17 year old senior. She just has to worry about getting through the year, but a new Physics teacher might make her last year in high school much more interesting.
A single kiss - Emma is only a teenager when she falls madly and irrevocably in love with Regina Mills. She is convinced that Regina is "The One" for her, but it's a love that cannot be. At least not at the time. When Emma returns home years later will they finally find love and a happy ending?
Flu loveâs kiss - Magic returns to Storybrooke bringing back magical illnesses as well. 'Love Flu' is going around and it's catching. Swan Queen.
Temporary Distractions - It's been a month and Regina won't speak to her, until she does and Emma is left pretending to be in a relationship with her so that Regina can get through a dinner invitation with her pride intact.
Not going anywhere - Emmaâs life was finally starting to come together. She has her parents. Her bond with her son growing. Reginaâs walls have slowly started to fall, their friendship blossoming. This doesn't settle well with a select few townspeople that believe there is no hope for The Evil Queen, so they kidnap Emma. They will make her see things their way at any cost. Emma is found beaten and left for dead with no memory of who she is. The ones that took her still at large, Emma is left in the care of the only one who can truly protect her and the only person she allows near her. (tw!)
Reckless abandon - After Regina and Emma spend a night together, Emma is left to deal with the fall out, and a life-altering event, all alone as Regina changes her mind and decides Emma is not what she wants, after all. Will Regina realize what she's done before it's too late? Angst and Swan Queen. (the fucking best!!!!!!)
Casual sex - Emma and Regina begin to have nothing but casual sex diving head on into a friends with benefits, well more so enemies with benefits what will happen when one or both begin to start actually feeling something for each other.
Lattes & lace - Regina's a successful, focused businesswoman running a burgeoning lingerie line that is just starting to gain international attention. Until one winter, an irritating woman opens up a coffee shop next to her studio... and generates constant distractions. But not all of the distractions are a complete disaster. Only few.
Take a chance on me - As Emma recovers at the mansion from an encounter with Storybooke's latest threat, nightmares start to plague her from the trauma she suffered as a child. As Regina comforts her, the women grow ever closer. When Regina is attacked, Emma vows to do everything she can to protect the now terrified and vulnerable mayor.
Teacherâs pet - Emma Swan is starting her senior year this year and she's got a pretty easy schedule. But as her friends tell her about the Creative Writing teacher and how no one has passed her class with an A, what will she do? And who exactly is this 'bitch' as they claim her to be? Swan Queen-Student/Teacher AU
The reason why - Emma Swan never stopped wondering why she left without a word, not even a goodbye. She was used to being left behind and abandoned but when Miss Mills her favorite teacher/mentor of three years disappeared without explanation it still stung. Now over ten years later and a chance run in she might finally find out the reason why.
The crush teacher - Emma Swan's life was easy. She was constantly hanging out with her friends and was dating the most beautiful boys at school. But everything changes when a new teacher starts teaching her at school. Feelings and sensations that Emma had never felt before begin to appear.
A fortunate mistake - After Emma and Regina share a night of passion and a morning of misunderstandings sprinkled with some amnesia, Emma ends up getting married to Hook. But when Emma realizes sheâs pregnant, their worlds get turned upside down. With Reginaâs unwavering support and Emma slowly piecing her memories together, will their love prevail?
Iâll be home for christmas (with my fake girlfriend) - When her girlfriend dumps her the week before Christmas, Regina Mills needs a date to placate her motherâs insistent badgering. Emma Swan, whoâs never really spent Christmas with an actual family, steps up to the plate. Throw in a very pregnant woman, her two children, and a Christmas Eve party? Emma and Regina experience a Christmas weekend they wonât soon forget.
You again - Emma and Regina have known each other since they were kids, and it's amazing how they just can't stand each other.
Has anybody ever told you - After a night on the tequila Emma Swan drunkenly causes mayhem in Grannyâs leading to a few home truths for our Madame Mayor.
The rain came pouring down - Emma and Regina have spent the past year working on Operation Mongoose. Emma has fallen in love with Regina and is sure Regina loves her back... until a surprise shows up from the recent past.
A date to remember - AU. Regina is a very successful architect who runs her own company in NYC. She has no time nor need for love. Although, to spice things a little, she allows herself to indulge in a date per person, in order to get some action â no strings attached. Would she change her own rules after meeting a beautiful blonde? Swan Queen (No!Magic)
A month and a half of wednesdays - 40 weeks is ten months not nine... They have it all wrong.Emma spends every Wednesday night at the mills Manor, and has made a little discovery after one wild Wonderful Day with The Mayor.
Waking up - Emma wakes up in the hospital with no memory of her life in Storybrooke with her family. When she sees Regina, though, she suddenly feels a connection between the two of them and feels like she knows her. But how?
Always & forever - Regina Mills is a 34 year old widow who lost her husband Daniel just 4 years after they married. Not only has she lost Daniel but she's lost her 4 year old son as well; Henry. Before their sudden deaths she saw herself as the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. Now that the two people that she's loved most are gone she's afraid that whoever she ends up meeting next will vanish from her life forever. Now to avoid that pain again she's completely shut everything and everyone around her out. Family included.
Pixie dust never lies - A revealed secret, a broken heart, and a stormy night lead Regina and Emma on a path of self-discovery. In the end, they will have to make a choice that will shape their lives forever.
A new perspective - Regina disowns her mother and moves to London. Cora takes Emma under her wing and cultivates a business and a personal relationship. Regina and Emma meet after Cora's death and the fireworks start!! Slow burn SwanQueen and SwanQueen Family. Don't worry, dears, our ladies are alive and kicking through the entire story!!
There goes the neighborhood - SQ AU: Emma Swan has recently relocated to a neighborhood just outside of Quantico, VA after the death of her husband (Neal). She and her twin adopted daughters are just trying to find happiness again. Meanwhile, her new neighbors Robin & Regina Mills have a less than happy household. The women clash from the start, but through a marital betrayal the two women begin to see each other in a whole new light.
Stolen darkness - What started with a dream had revealed to Emma who she really was, upon the confessions of the Charmings' past sins, Emma embarks on a journey of self discovery. Dark Swan, Maleficent, and Swanqueen.
Mirror, mirror. - Emma is working her side-job as a mover when she finds the mirror, shattered in the back of a wardrobe. She takes it home, drawn to it for some reason. Regina finds the mirror in the back of her mother's old wardrobe. It was once broken and put away in a time of duress. Yet the mirror she is holding looks as good as new. When Regina speaks into the mirror one night, Emma answers.
Shadow Haven - Emma Swan is a PR agent who is sent on a holiday by her boss. Regina Mills is the owner of a private island named Shadow Haven. There is more to Regina than initially meets the eye. Swan Queen romance / BDSM story.
Feather of a swan - Emma Swan also ended up cursed in Hyperion Heights. With absolutely no memories of Storybrooke, she gets by working as a bounty hounter. After a particular long day, she just longs for a drink, and goes into Roni's Bar to get just that. But after she meets the bartender, nothing wil be the same again.
In it together - After both Hook and Robin are killed (and Hook doesn't come back in my story!), Emma and Regina grow closer. At first it's about getting each other through the grieving process, but eventually it turns into a much deeper connection.
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Too Late to Apologize?
Five x fem!reader wc: 1,518 Tag: Angst
After 45 years of marriage, Five confesses to cheating on you with Lila. Heartbroken, you storm out ready to abandon your old life. Filled with regret he seeks you out years later, but it's too little, too late
Five and Lila's infidelity hit you like a truck. Sure your marriage was rocky at times but wasn't everyone's? You never thought it was that terrible that your husband would rather find comfort in the arms of another woman. He didn't even need to tell you. The moment you saw the two in the room, their eyes speaking in a language of their own, you were able to piece it together. Five and you had known each other since apocalypse #1, and your relationship had stood the test of time.
You couldn't breathe when Five confessed his affair. It was like the world had stopped, his mouth was moving but the sound of blood rushing in your chest was deafening. Thump, Thump
Your head hammered in your chest. Filled with overwhelming sorrow, anger, and...embarrassment. Your face grew warm, hot tears threatened to spill. You had given your whole life, everything you had to this man and it wasn't enough. Was it ever enough? How much did the world want from you. You turn and ran, ignoring the calls from him and his siblings. This was much easier than confronting the truth. Your chest burned, your skin felt like it was on fire. Your long nails clawed at your wrist trying to scratch off what was left of his lingering touch. It felt dirty. You felt dirty. You wanted to rid every part of him from your life. The phone in your back pocket was buzzing with life, but you couldn't care less for the feigned sympathy or the pathetic attempts at pity from the rest of the Hargreeves. You called a cab back to the downtown apartment you shared with your former lover. The state of your ruin made the cab driver turn back twice. He was used to giving rides to women scorned by ungrateful men, you weren't any different this was the city after all. But the look in your eye was clouded by something other than revenge but a sort of blood lust that sent shivers up his spine. You booked it up the flight and threw the door open to the place you once called home. You shoved all you could find into a small suitcase. by the handful. Clothes, money, all the charges in the house, good luck finding a way to charge your phone Five. A creek was sounded at the entrance. You turned slowly to look at your betrayer. Five held his hands out in an attempt to calm you, but his pitiful stare only intensified your rage. "(y/n) " he whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you but Lila-" That was enough. You didn't want to hear his sick stupid love story. Your memories flash back to the day you and Five got married at the commission, then to the moments in Dallas where he held you in his arms whispering sweet nothings in your ear to help you sleep. You forced your eyes shut pushing tears out, letting them streak down your face. Holding up a hand you spoke, "I... I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear anything. I will be out of your hair, you won't need to think of me, you can pursue the life you want. I'm sorry I wasn't enough to make you happy. But please, save me from the sorry excuses and let me go." Five was torn, he didn't want to let you go but looking at the state you were in and the choice he made, what could he do? He stood there like a blank wall as you pummeled past him with your ratty brown leather suitcase slamming the door shut. He took a look at his life now without you and started to clean. He picked up the stray pieces of clothing you left behind.
A red polka-dotted dress, the one you wore when you forced him to go dancing with you. He remembered hating it back then but now looked back fondly as your bright smile imprinted his memory. He moved to the kitchen, the sink was full and there was trash around the counter. He looked at the cake dish sitting on the stove and remembered when you celebrated his birthday. You baked a delicious chocolate cake with marshmallow fluff and gifted him a new watch. The watch, a gift from 2 years prior was broken. The glass was cracked and the hands of the little clock were stuck. Moving back to the living room, he sat in his chair, putting his head in his hands. He hoped that all this would blow over, that Lila would realize her and Diego's marriage was unfixable, and that you would forgive him. Had he taken the time to really think he would have realized he just made the biggest mistake of his life. The next three years went by fast for Five. To him it was the same routine every day, wake up make coffee go to work, get stuck at work, come home late, go to sleep repeat. Lila had gone back to Diego to try to make their marriage work. When he thought of his oldest niece's eyes and the twins' angelic faces, a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. The rest of the family fell out of touch with him, even Luther the man that was so keen on keeping them together, stopped calling. And then there was you. Not a day passed without him thinking about you. The last memory he had was the look on your face clouded with anger, eyes lit up like lightning in a storm and filled with betrayal. He began stalking you, seeking you out in person and online. You weren't too hard to find, not many people your age didn't have social media. You looked good. You seemed to be working out, living your life. It was evident in the photos of you and Allison at the bar or you half-naked on the beach on some island. But there was one tagged photo that caught his eye. It was an obscured picture of your hands holding a bouquet with the caption "Love this girl đš"
Love this girl?! Who the fuck was this. Upon further research, the account user went by the name of Alexander.
But there was no indication that you two had a relationship other than this picture that you didn't even like! He'd have to go find out himself.
The next day Five took off work early to see what you did during the day. He had discovered you became a sculptor, best known for your Greek-like full-body pieces. It was amazing, you were so talented...how come you never told him this? Maybe you brought it up before when he wasn't listening? Or did you just discover this recently? Regardless of your profession, he found that you were always couped up in your studio, not many people visited either. He stalked your gallery openings. Your face shining with pride as you presented your works. The space was filled with admirers of the arts. Compared to the retail worker depressing person you were years back Five couldn't help but think that he was your baggage not the other way around. You had built this life for yourself without the burden of his emotions and putting his needs first. He admits he was selfish at times. Hard days at work ended with lashing out at you but knowing that your heart would welcome him back in the end.
It wasn't until next week he was enjoying lunch at a local dinner when you came strolling in, intertwined with the arms of Alexander. He swallowed the hurt feeling that bubbled its way up. You looked happy. Your presence was youthful and bubbly, like in your younger days. It wasn't fair, he thought. But in the back of his mind he was reminded of his faults, You did this.
You sat near where he could smell your luxury perfume, Miss Dior. He turned so you wouldn't see him. Glancing back a small sparkle caught his attention. While laughing loudly at a joke, you raised your hand to take a sip of water and there it was. a Bright glimmering diamond on a silver band. Its predecessor was a small silver ring that had vines twisting around your finger to encapsulate a small sapphire gem. You replaced him.
Like he did you only you didn't even replace him because he left you.\
Instead, you had found someone new, someone better. This guy was in top shape he wore an expensive suit and looked... well in his opinion "more manly."
The sound of a spoon hitting glass rang out in the diner. The man you came with stood up. "Hello, I'd like to make a toast to my wife. This is our 1st anniversary and we are celebrating where I first met her, this very diner. (y/n), you are the 8th wonder of the world and I knew that you'd be mine the minute you walked into this place with nothing but a suitcase in hand." You cringed memory. It felt so long ago, the day that Five confessed he cheated. "Anyways, you took a while to let me in your life and I enjoyed every moment I spent with you as your friend. And I will enjoy every day of my life as your husband. I want to thank you for loving me and may we have many more years to come."
Cheers erupted throughout the bar. You were brought to tears at your husband's speech. A moment passed when you were distracted by a small-looking Greek man who rushed out of the diner. Ignoring it you turned back to Alex pushing down the familiar feeling of pain in your heart.
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A Psychological Affair Analysis: A Detail I Noticed from the Church Scene
When Beetlejuice reveals his marriage deal with Lydia, Rory turns to Lydia and asks, "Lydia, what's going on?" And you just know what Rory and all the influencers are thinking in that moment- that they're watching some scandalous affair unfold in front of them. The detail I noticed is right after Rory asks his question.
Instead of looking at Rory or answering his question, Lydia LOOKS at Beetlejuice. There obviously wasn't an affair of a phsyical kind, but you would think she would care more about proving to her fiancee that she's been faithful to him. Yet, her focus is on Beetlejuice in this moment.
Beetlejuice only fuels the "affair" idea by saying "Awkward." lol He's just gaslighting Lydia in this scene. He could've been like "Well, we weren't hooking up but I definitely am stealing your fiancee if you haven't picked up on that yet."
Everything Tim does is always intentional, and even if it's not romantic (yet), he purposely had Lydia looking at Beetlejuice who is currently standing at the altar (theres symbolism here), where she should be standing. And we got the line from Lydia where she said Dr. Glickman had told her that she wouldn't be able to move forward in her relationship until she tackles the "one thing that's been holding her back."
She then immediately starts telling Rory about her experience with Beetlejuice. So Beetlejuice has literally been standing between them and the altar for a while now. At least "psychologically", Beetlejuice IS the "other man".
Especially if you take into account Rory thinking the Therapy Room Scene was a dream. Before he said the BJ chant, he was talking to Lydia about BJ being a "construct" because all he understood from Lydia's story is "some guy tried to force me to marry him" so he likely understood it as "Oh, she used to date some weird guy named Beetlejuice who tried to force her into marriage."
Once they're in the Therapy Room Scene, if you look at it from Rory's point of view, he sees Beetlejuice and Lydia being familiar with each other, Beetlejuice magically have Lydia get pregnant and give birth to a baby that looks just like him (Beetlejuice throws Rory a quick smile to make sure he's watching this) and sees the baby instinctively crawling toward its "mother".
"Spill your guts"= Rory worrying about his lies being exposed.
"Figment of your imagination"= Rory scared that his "figment" will manifest into something real where another man will marry Lydia and have her have his baby and beat him to the cash and life style he wanted before he has a chance to trick Lydia into going through with the ceremony.
Lydia has been running from her fear of marriage, but did not hesitate to toss her upcoming nuptials aside to marry Beetlejuice. And I'll mention it again- she looks BJ's way. For help? Most likely. Because how does one explain to their fiancee that she's moments from marrying the "one thing that's been holding her back" from marriage.
The "one thing that's been holding her back" is also the one person that was able to help "push her forward" by helping her save her daughter and saved her from a gold digging boyfriend. As a result, she quit her show "to start living" and to find herself again.
A person wouldn't really be able to consider a second marriage before they find themselves first. It's funny because she was late to her wedding with Rory but was "on time" for her wedding with Beetlejuice. Third time's the charm. Beetlebabes is fated.
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nothingâs gonna hurt you baby (carmy x f!reader) - bonus post-epilogue chapter
Note: Â I randomly wanted to write a wedding, but I don't actually include the ceremony, so this is more like a "pre-wedding/post-wedding" story if we're being honest ! Also it takes place about 2 years after the epilogue :)
Warnings/Tags: 18+ Content! (Explicit Language/Sexual Content).
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Sydney held the wooden spoon toward you and the scent of the honey and ginger glaze tickled your nostrils. Earlier in the afternoon, she rolled the sleeves of her dark green sweater to her elbows and the beaded bracelet (a gift from Richieâs daughter, Eva) slid partway down her wrist.
âAlright, itâs your entree. You get to try it first.â
âI thought that was the chefâs honor?â
âYeah, well, youâre the bride soâŚâ she trailed off, shrugging. âI think that superimposes chefâs honor.â
You smiled and raised both eyebrows at Syd. She didnât have to help, especially considering how busy The Bear is nowadays, but she offered and you gratefully accepted. Wedding planning â as it turned out â was a stressful affair. You and Carmy had your location set, but the guest list, wedding registry, and menu were woefully incomplete. You tangled yourselves into knots over the planning, but the goal remained firm in your mind; a celebration with Carmy and your friends mixed with the legality of marriage. You would overcome any hurdles you needed to cross because all of it would be worth it in the end.
Wordlessly, you closed your mouth over the spoon. Your lips puckered and your tongue recoiled to the safety of your back molars.
âOh, oh shit,â Sydney said emphatically, âyou hate it.â
âN-no!â You coughed, swallowing, and grabbing your glass of water. âThe acidity is just a little...strong. It needs to be adjusted, thatâs all.â
âFuck,â she said, slapping her palm on the wooden countertop. âOkay â uh â thatâs okay. We can â I can totally fix this. No biggie.â When she tasted the glaze, her expression pinched before she stuck out her tongue and gagged. âYeah, nope.â She released a forced, short laugh. âThereâs no saving that one.â
You loved Sydâs earnest, anxious awkwardness. Her blunt nature had been the first foundational stone of your friendship. You liked that she didnât let Carmy off the hook, regardless of his experience and talent, and their partnership was an integral component to the Bearâs continued success.
âBack to the drawing board,â you said, drumming your fingers on the countertop. âMaybe ginger is too sharp? Do we lean more savory?â
âInteresting idea coming from the baker,â she teased.
âHey!â You pretended to be offended and infused your tone with as much indignation as you could. âJust because I run a bakery doesnât mean I have a sweet tooth.â
Syd laughed. âThere is literally a bowl of candy by the entryway.â
âItâs for Halloween.â You crossed your arms and said, âThere are a ton of families in this building.â In truth, your lack of nicotine intake after quitting smoking had manifested into a ravenous sweet tooth and, the lollipops â although bad for your teeth â were monumentally healthier than cigarettes.
âDude, Halloween is seven months away.â
âWeâre prepared.â
âWhat for like kids who donât know how to like tell time and show up a few months early?â
âObviously.â
She finished scraping the glaze into the trash. âYouâre fucking ridiculous.â Her bright smile faded and the light entered her dark eyes. You recognized it as her âI have an idea faceâ and your mood liftedâthe overly sour glaze quickly forgotten. When Carmy said he wanted The Bear to cater your wedding, you had been shocked, and concerned about the additional stress it would add to your lives. However, with Syd in your kitchen, the pan gripped in her hand and her expression rapt with wonder, you realized that you had nothing to worry about. The weddingâs menu and food preparation were in the best hands.
âDo you have any soy sauce?â she asked, âWorcestershire sauce will work too, or liquid aminos if weâre desperate.â
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Carmy watched as your fingers held aloft over the keyboard and the spreadsheet glared menacingly in a harsh blue-white glow. The guest list had been easy to start. The obvious ones were Syd, Natalie, Peter, Richie and Eva, and your best friend, Taylor. The harder choices were family and how to arrange the tables. Your eyebrows angled in confusion and you drew your hands away.
âIâm not inviting my dad,â you said after a momentâs pause.
Carmy nodded. âOkay.â
His neck prickled uncomfortably. It wasnât the flushed heat that arrived when he felt embarrassed. No. This discomfort traveled from his neck to his fingers. It raked across his skin like a thousand needles, pricking every nerve, and drawing blood. He thought about going to his coat pocket and withdrawing a crumpled pack of cigarettes. The quick, cold rush of nicotine would ease his headache and calm his nerves. But, if he smoked, then heâd need to walk downstairs and into the blustery sharp gray wind of March. And he didnât want to bail on you. The puzzle of who to invite and who to sit with whom was a project for the both of you to untangle.
âI dunno if I shouldâŚâ He cleared his throat and looked away when your eyes met his over the laptop screen. âI dunno.â
âYour mom?â you correctly guessed.
Carmy sniffed, scratched the side of his nose, and nodded. His heart thumped into his ribs. Maybe he should take a walk. Maybe the March air would clear this dreadful feeling from his skull. His stomach hardened into a pit at the idea of his mom coming to his wedding. But, at the same time, his dread and fear congealed into a sharp guilt that curdled his stomach acid. His mom was a force to be reckoned with. A hurricane of a woman. He loved her. He didnât know if he wanted her at the wedding. He knew sheâd be upset if she werenât invited. But, both of you decided to keep the guest list small. The careful cuts were necessary, and not just due to the frugality aspect, but in terms of everyoneâs enjoyment.
âSheâd make it about her,â he said, âremember Sophiaâs second birthday?â
You placed your hand on the middle of Carmyâs back, right between his tense shoulder blades, and he forced a harsh exhale through his teeth. They almost called the police, Carmy thought with a frown. His mom showed up and seemed fine, and then shortly before cake and presents, she buckled little Sophia into her car and claimed that Natalie hated her and didnât want Sophia to have a relationship with her grandmother. His niece, at the age when separation anxiety often occurred, cried so much that she threw up on her special birthday dress.
âI do,â you said and your eyes softened.
âIâm a terrible son,â Carmy said, âIâm a fucking asshole. We have to invite her, donât we? She deserves to be there.â
âCarmy, youâre not.â You rubbed his back. âDo you think Iâm an asshole for not inviting my dad?â
He quickly said, âNo.â The pit in his stomach gnawed at his smoke-deprived lungs. âItâs different.â
âHow so?â
âHe has another family.â Carmy stood, raking his hand through his hair. âMy mom only has Nat and me.â
âSo you have to sacrifice your happiness and comfort for hers?â
âYes!â he said immediately followed by a quick, âNo. I donât know.â He reached into his coat pocket hanging by the door and fished out the squashed packet of cigarettes.
You trailed after him and wound your arms around him, pressing your face into his back, your hands coming to rest over his heart. Carmy froze. The pressure of your hands on his chest made him realize how fast his heart was beating. He squeezed the cigarette packet and it crinkled beneath his clammy fingers.
âRemind me,â you said, voice faintly muffled by his t-shirt, âwhat was the possible diagnosis your therapist gave her?â
âBorderline personality disorder.â His therapist also said his mom could have narcissistic personality disorder, but BPD was more likely, based on his descriptions of childhood. It helped to have a name for it. It gave him a better understanding of everything he went through.
âWhich defines her behavior but doesnât excuse it,â you said as you circled around him to face him. âCarmy, I love you.â You cupped his face in your hands. âI will support you if you want to invite Donna and Iâll weather any storms she brings with her. Who knows...maybe itâll be a good day for her.â Your tone toward the end of your sentence became dubious.
Carmy sighed. âI donât think I want to invite her, but I feel like I should.â He frowned. âThat doesnât make sense, does it?â
âNo, it does. You feel an obligation as her son to share this big moment with her. I get it.â
âDo you feel guilty about not inviting your dad?â
âA little.â Your lips pursed. âBut, if I visualize our wedding, the thought of my dad standing beside me doesnât make me happy. I donât feel excited about it. I just feelâŚâ
âDread?â he guessed.
You smiled faintly. âItâs more annoyance and anger for me.â
âMm, yeah. Makes sense.â He leaned his forehead and touched it to yours. How did he get so lucky? He imagined the wedding. He imagined seeing you across from him, sliding the ring on your finger, and stuttering through his vows. The usual nervousness bubbled up inside his chest, but it was smothered by the overwhelming warmth and affection he felt for you that bled across his skin like thick honey.
âI donât think I can invite her,â he whispered.
âThatâs okay, Carm.â You kissed him softly. âThatâs okay.â You repeated against his mouth. A sensation of cool and blissful relief extinguished the last lingering remnants of his dread.
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âSomething is weird,â you said, leaning forward in the passenger seat. âWhy are there two florist vans? Did we accidentally get two?â You didnât recognize the name on the second van either. Must be a local shop, you thought, although that doesnât explain why theyâre here.
âI donât think so,â Carmy said.
As everyone poured out of their cars, their garment bags slung over their arms or over their shoulders, a sharply dressed black woman emerged from the entrance and strode purposefully toward you and Carmy.
âYou must be the Berzattos,â she said breathlessly as she shook your hands. âItâs good to meet you. My name is Vivienne and Iâm afraid I have bad news.â
âWhat sort of bad news?â Richie said, âThe kind that gets us a discount?â He grinned at Carmy and your husband-to-be rolled his eyes.
âPerhaps.â
Richie whispered, âOh shit.â
âWeâve had some technical issues with our new scheduling program.â She wrung her hands together. âThe venue has been double-booked.â
âOkay,â you said slowly, noticing all the additional staff buzzing to and fro across the manicured lawn.
Vivienne said, âIâm so sorry for the mistake. If youâd like, we can reschedule you.â
Your stomach dropped into your shoes.
âAbsolutely not,â you said, âpeople flew out to be here. We canât reimburse flights and accommodations, and nor should we have to considering this is your error.â You sighed, feeling a headache press into your temples. âWhy didnât you notify us?â
âHow about a discount and you can split the venue?â she offered, âwe only realized the mistake when the two catering companies showed up.â
âWell, thatâs convenient,â said Richie.
âFuck,â Syd said.
Natalie crossed her arms. âIâm sorry did they say double-booked?â
âMommy!â Sophia pulled at Natalieâs pant leg. âMommy, look! Sunflowers!â She pointed at the floral van carrying out their arrangements.
You shared a glance with Carmy. âCan we have a minute?â
âOf course. Again, weâre so sorry.â
You and Carmy broke away from the group of your closest friends and family. You rubbed your hands down the length of your face.
âWe canât reschedule,â you said, âbut how the hell are we going to share the venue? They have one kitchen and we paid for our guests to stay the night.â
âMaybe the timing works out,â Carmy said, taking your hand in his. âYou want to stay here?â
âYes.â
âThen fuck it. We stay.â
âOkay, fuck it.â You smiled. âLetâs negotiate a good discount.â
âSay the word and Iâll send Pete in,â Carmy joked.
You laughed. âGod, we might need him.â
The organization was a cluster-fuck. The venue manager, Vivienne, assured and promised that the space was large enough and that the other party â the Carmichael's â were having a noon wedding with a 2 PM reception and everything would be cleaned up for your 4 PM wedding and 5 PM reception. But, you noticed the proverbial cracks in the foundation. The necessary kitchen prep work, the clashing decorations, the intermingling guests, and the underlying stress and confusion permeated every interaction. You practiced intentional breathing and hoped youâd make it through the day without bursting into stress-induced tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The zipper was halfway up when it broke. You felt the snag, then the tug and pull, and the abrupt separation. You pressed your hand to your mouth and muffled the noise of discontent and frustration that threatened to break free.
Taylor pushed her long, thick dark braid over her shoulder and pursed her red lips at you. âWe can work with this,â she said after a long moment of contemplation. âWe can fix it.â
You released a strangled, âcan we?â You blinked back your burning tearsâyou didnât want to ruin your makeup.
âYeah, most of these places have emergency sewing kits,â your best friend said while digging through the drawers, âalso, this might be a bad time, but is the chef single?â
Despite everything, you laughed. âWhich chef?â
âThe tall blonde one with the accent.â
âLuca?â
Taylorâs eyes brightened. âYes!â
âIâll find out for you,â you said while reaching for your phone. You smiled at the sight of your phone background, a black and white photo of you and Carmy, and Taylor snickered.
âI remember when you told me about him,â she said.
âYou do?â
âYeah, you were all tied into knots about it...and now look at you! Tying the knot.â She winked. âIâm glad you guys figured it out.â
Your chest warmed with pleasure. âMe too.â
âAha!â She held the little sewing kit aloft. It had the venue's name printed on the front of the bag. âDo you think they write this so nobody steals it?â She asked while tapping the swooping decal.
Before you could answer, your mom bustled into the room, her billowing lilac sleeves trailing after her arms.
âOh! Look at you!â She grabbed your chin and kissed your cheek. âIâve got something for you. A little tradition.â
âMom, I donât know if I can stomach any more surprises.â Taylor began to fix your zipper and the cold metal teeth periodically kissed your skin.
âYouâll like this surprise.â
Your mom removed a potted plant from her purse. The dark soil clung to her fingertips, the plant likely got knocked around more than once, as she set it down on the vanity. You recognized the wide, verdant leaves.
âA basil plant?â
âNormally, we give a flower of some type, but I chose a basil plant instead.â She smiled, pleased. âNurture the plant as you nurture your future and itâll thrive.â
Your throat tightened. âThanks, Mom.â Your shoulders jerked as Taylor finished zipping and she whooped in triumphant delight.
âThere we go, crisis averted,â said Taylor, ânow we donât have to worry about walking down the aisle naked.â
You rubbed your fingertips along the basil leaf and smiled at them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
âGod,â Richie said, fixing his tie, âI canât believe youâre getting fucking married, cousin.â
âYeah, me either.â Carmy scratched the side of his nose.
âI always thought Mikeyâd get married before you,â he said, âhe was just more charminâ, you know? He had a way with people, women especially, GodâŚâ Richie shook his head. âHe couldnât walk down the street without getting some chickâs phone number.â
Carmy stared sullenly at his reflection. âYeah, well, maybe itâs a good thing he didnât? âCause then heâd have an ex-wife, or a widow, or a kid or somethin, I dunno.â
Carmy wondered if heâd forever be in rooms with Mikeyâs shadow stuck to the corners. It didnât suffocate him as much anymore. Mikeyâs memory lurked within every conversation â like slivers of light through the paneled window shades. Today of all days though, Carmy suspected those slivers would blind him. Mikey shouldâve been here, couldâve been, and he wasnât.
âYeah, good point.â Richie turned the side and smoothed his lapels. âStill, it should be him.â
Carmyâs neck flushed with indignation. Did Richie seriously have to be such an asshole? His brow furrowed. It was his fucking wedding day for fuckâs sake!
âCousinââ Carmy began.
âStanding here, I mean, as your best man,â said Richie. âLook, thereâs no takebacks and this would be a hell of a time to change your mind but it shouldâve been Mikey. Not me. I get that, okay? Thatâs all Iâm trying to sayâŚâ He fixed his tie again. âAnd Iâm gonna do everything to make sure that this day doesnât go to shit. I can promise you that, alright?â
Carmy blinked, at a loss for words at Richieâs admission. It had been six years and counting since Mikeyâs death and Richie had been with him for every one. If he was being honest with himself and not caught up on nostalgia, if Mikey was here, then Carmy wasnât sure he would have trusted him with all the responsibility. Hell, Richie organized a pizza-making bachelor party for him. He offered to trash the other coupleâs wedding.
âWho else would it be?â he asked softly, âyouâre family, Richie.â
Richie sniffed, nodded, and clapped his hand on Carmyâs shoulder, jostling him. When Carmy met his eyes, they were glassy and bright.
âI know.â His lips twitched up into a grin. âLetâs get you fucking married!â He pulled Carmy in a one-armed, half-hug and shook him. âPut a fucking smile on that face, Carm. Come on! Come on!â
He affectionately pinched Carmyâs face in one hand, squishing his mouth, and Carmy shoved Richie away, annoyed, but laughingâin the same way heâd get annoyed and laugh whenever Mikey goofed around with him.
âFuck off,â said Carmy, without any heat.
âHey,â Syd poked her head into the doorway, âyou ready? The photographer wants to see all of the groomsmen.â
âShouldnât you say grooms-people? To be like politically correct or whatever,â Richie asked, âor groomsmen and women considering youâre among us.â
Syd made a face. âRichie shut up and come pose with us.â
âHey, Iâm just trying to be inclusive,â he said loudly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If someone asked you to recount all the details of your weddingâyou didnât think you could. It was the busiest and most stressful day of your life. Youâd always remember the finer details like Carmyâs thoughtful, flustered vows, Richie starting a limbo competition, or Sydâs dad dancing with Taylorâat least for a while until she disappeared with Luca in tow. Good for you, you remembered thinking as you watched her form retreat down the hall.
But the rest of the day was an exuberant blur. It had been long and you were grateful to relax into the lush pillowcases with your short silk gown kissing your skin.
Carmy climbed into bed after showering and peppered kisses along your nose and jaw, his hands finding your hips beneath the covers and holding them.
âI canât believe youâre my husband,â you said with soft laughter before chasing his lips with yours.
âAnd youâre my wife,â he said, lifting your wrists and placing them over your head, âkeep those there.â
You said, âWeâve been married less than twelve hours and youâre already bossing me around?â
Carmy chuckled and his breath puffed over your peaked nipples. His tongue laved over the silk, and moistened it before he drew your nipple between his lips. The soft silk and warmth of Carmyâs tongue was a heady, back-arching mixture.
âOh, fuck,â you whispered, plunging your hands into his damp curls and scraping your nails over his scalp.
âYeah?â His calloused palm felt its way down your thigh, âAre you wet for me already?â
âA little,â you admitted as you parted your legs for him.
âGod,â he muttered before mouthing along your breasts and wetting the silk with his tongue and lips. He held one of your breasts in his hand and squeezed, pushing the mound into his mouth again and sucking your hard nipple. The sensation turned to liquid, sticky heat between your legs. You moaned, pushing upward into his grasp and gyrating your hips in askance. His hand was frustratingly close to your cunt, but not close enough. He rubbed up and down your inner thigh from knee to apex, letting his knuckles occasionally brush your pussy, before drawing away without adding any pressure. The fucking nerve of him!
âMy wife is so fucking hot,â Carmy said, and hearing the words sent a hot, fresh thrill trembling through you.
âAnd my husband is a fucking tease,â you said, digging your fingertips into his hard, sculpted shoulders.
Carmy pulled his mouth away from your wet breasts. The silk had darkened where his mouth had been and you could faintly see your nipples through the semi-translucent fabric.
âAm I?â He drew his hands away from you and grabbed your wrists again, pinning them above your head, âI thought I said to keep these here.â
You snorted. âWhen have I ever listened?â
âYouâre a great listener,â he said honestly.
âI want to touch you, Carmy,â you said, matching his honesty with your own, even as his praise sang through your ears and warmed your skin.
He softened. âOkay.â He pulled your wedding ring-adorned hand to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. The moment he released your hand, you slid your fingers down his chest, smiling at the way his eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks darkened. You wiggled your fingers beneath the tight waistband of his boxer shorts and found him hard and pulsing within your grasp.
âFuck.â He shuddered. âI feel like I could come just by looking at you.â
He jerked his hips into your touch as your fingers encircled him. You craned your neck upward and kissed him, finding the familiar rhythm of tongue and teeth, and moaning wantonly into his mouth when his hand cupped your wet folds. He hissed when his index finger pledged into you and your mind went white-hot and blank.
âDo you think the stress of the day has manifested into being super horny for each other?â You asked, your other hand cupping the back of Carmyâs neck, pinning his face close to yours so you could kiss him. His pretty blue eyes blinked at you.
âMaybe. But, I think I just want to fuck my wife.â His cock twitched in your hand and you grinned.
âIt turns you on to call me your wife, doesnât it?â
âIt does.â
His admission made your walls clench around his index finger. Maybe you liked it too. Maybe. You felt Carmy smile against your lips. âCanât wait to be inside you,â he muttered, âfilling you, listening to you moan.â
You gasped and your eyes rolled back into your skull. It wasnât often that Carmy engaged in dirty talk, so when he did, it was a rare and special treat that never failed to drench your core. Carmy ran his tongue along your neck, tasting your sweat before a second finger speared between your folds and coaxed that inner fire.
âKeep this on,â he said, dragging his teeth across the strap of your gown, âwhen I fuck you.â
âMm â fuck. Okay,â you groaned.
âActually, Iââ his words were suddenly lost to a moan as you adjusted your grip on his cock, your fingers slicked with pre-cum. âFuck, baby. I need you on top of me.â
âGladly.â
Carmy rolled onto his back, yanking his shorts down, and you smiled at the sight of him â as desperate as you were with his chest heaving and his wet curls falling onto his forehead. Your walls clenched in anticipation as you hiked the hem of the dress over your hips. Carmyâs hands settled on your thighs and he watched hungrily as you held the base of his cock and slowly lowered yourself onto him. Your spine convulsed and the sensation of him stretching you and filling you wiped out every lingering thought in your mind.
âGod,â his voice was strangled, âyou feel so fucking amazing.â
You cupped his face, resting your forehead on his as you rode him, and said, âso do you.â
âI love you so much,â Carmy said reverently, âso goddamn much.â
Your heart threatened to break and regrow the from sheer tenderness of his words. Carmy, you learned over the years, expressed his love with acts of service and he said âI love youâ most often while having sex. However, something about this âI love youâ was different. It was more intense on your post-wedding night. You buried your face into his sweaty neck, your bodies and hearts joined, your futures intrinsically linked.
âI love you too.â
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You tilted the watering can over the thriving basil plant and smiled.
âAuntie.â Sophia, freshly eight years old, held something in her hands. âI found a worm.â
You blinked at her. âPut it back?â
âOkay!â She replied cheerily and dropped the worm back into the potted rosemary. She spun when the balcony door slid open. âHi Uncle Carmy! Do you want to see the worm?â She pointed.
Carmy smiled, first at his niece, and then at you. âLet me see,â he said, crouching. He balanced his wrists on his knees and the sunlight gleamed off his wedding band. Your heart skipped. My husband. You wondered what your grandfather would say if you could tell him that his death led you to your soulmate, a second family, and a range of new friends. Knowing him heâd tell me that he wouldâve died sooner if he knew how happy itâd make me. Your grandfather had had a wry sense of humor.
Carmy stood and put his arm around you. âWeâre going to need to re-pot the basil if it keeps growing like this,â he said absentmindedly.
You leaned into him and kissed his cheek.
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First Light ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2
Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)
Word Count: 4.4k
CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, verbal abuse by parents, physical abuse by parents, psychological abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, eventual smut, virgin reader
Let me know if I missed any CWs.
Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.
Chapter Synopsis: You and Ghost have grown more comfortable with each other as both of you got used to a new routine. However, a sudden party announcement along with a marriage proposal from a new bachelor drives the both of you to become even closer.
Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7
Itâs been a couple weeks since Ghost was introduced to you as your new bodyguard. The first few days were rough as Ghost spent most of his time understanding the palace layout and your daily schedules. Once he got more familiar with the entire place, though, he was much more relaxed. He got used to following close behind you all while understanding where to go if things went south. He took his job of protecting you very seriously, especially after getting to know you little by little.
You settled into the new addition to your routine nicely. While it was awkward trying to figure out what to talk about around bedtime, you always ended up finding something to open up about. Ghost always listened carefully.
At the end of the day, you both still managed to keep your distance. Besides the occasional stolen glances, the both of you were good about maintaining some professionalism. Even during tea time when he would accept your offer to sit with you. You normally didnât speak about anything too specific since you didnât want to get in trouble, so most of that time was enjoyed in complete silence. Ghost never minded. He understood that you had to be selective with your words. Sometimes, he admired how seriously you took your responsibilities as well.
It was a rainy day when you were given a revised schedule to follow for the next few days, one that had you raise your brows as soon as you saw how even more unusually packed it was. Your independent study time was scrapped. You didnât have to attend piano lessons anymore either. Instead, they were replaced with etiquette-type classes. Table setting, conversation practice, ballroom dancing. Everything pointed to the preparation of a party.
As you looked over your schedule, the room was silent save for the patter of rain against the glass. Thunder lightly rumbled in the distance. Your mother sat across from you, giving you time to drink it all in. Ghost stood behind you near the shadows, watching everything unfold.
When you were done comprehending your schedule, you looked up at your mother inquisitively. âWhat is the occasion?â
âThere is a gentleman that we have been communicating with who has recently entered the country for a trip abroad. He is an exceptional bachelor with the money and status to support a proper lifestyle. He sent an invitation for tea with us, but we figured that an important man like him needed a more memorable experience in Stuoca.â Your mother cheerfully explained, clearly excited for this party. She sipped her tea, proud of herself for orchestrating such an event to happen.
You picked up your favorite teacup and gripped it firmly. The warmth of the tea passing the porcelain and into your palms provided you comfort as your head swirled. Your mother wasnât explicit in her intentions of this party and it bothered you. Reading into her words, you knew what she intended for you, though.
âYou are marrying me off.â You revealed, your eyes widening at your little slip. You meant to choose better words, but perhaps you were growing too bitter to think straight. Ghost, who was listening intently, was now fully at attention like he was called by his captain.Â
At first, he listened for information. An outside party needed to be investigated in order to keep you safe. He didnât pick up on what your mother was implying in the midst of it. When you exposed this truth, thatâs when he grew rigid.Â
âCome now, you shouldnât say it like that. We are securing your future. If you want to maintain the life that you have, then it would be good to marry. Besides, you are not getting any younger.â The queen jabbed with a bright smile. Her implicit insult stung.Â
Your mother was always like this. She was even more subtle in front of your father, so this was actually rather explicit of her. You had to bite your tongue to avoid letting your bitterness seep out once more. âMy apologies. I am just surprised that this is happening so quickly.â
Her gaze sharpened as she graded your sincerity. It wasnât like you had lied, but you avoided telling the full truth on how you felt. Your mother scoffed as you failed to exchange more grateful words with her. âThis is for the best. You should be appreciative of this effort. Most women your age have to search for their security all by themselves. They rarely find the perfect one on the first try too. You're lucky that you wonât have to go through the pain of that.â
You bit your cheek hard to avoid an outburst, a metallic taste on your tastebuds. You didnât say anything as your mother got up and left the room, allowing you to finish your teatime all by yourself. This was her idea of a punishment. If you couldnât be grateful for her time, then she would give you only a little of her time. Little did she know that you preferred it when she gave you none of her time at all.
As soon as the door was completely closed and her heels clicked further down the hall, you buried your face in your hands. You didnât know if you wanted to cry or break the throw the expensive teapot out of the window. The stinging in your chest grew to a malicious weight, making you feel like you were drowning. You already had so little control of your life. Now you were expected to give up your life to a man you didnât know.Â
âPrincess?â A deep yet soft voice called out. You looked up only to find Ghost sitting on the couch across from you. Lightning flashed from the window followed by a bellowing rumble. Your breath caught in your throat as he looked at you with a patient gaze. He wanted to say something, but he didnât know what to say.Â
Actually, he knew exactly what he wanted to say. He wanted to go up to your mother and rip her a new one. It wasnât like you were withering away from old age like your mother seemed to think. You were young, intelligent, skilled. For someone that dedicated your schedule on a regular basis, she sure didnât know a thing about you. From what Ghost had seen from you in the past two weeks, you were very much capable of handling yourself or learning quickly how to.
Ghost could say a million things. The problem was that none of those words may be the right words you needed. Your world was different from his and he was still trying to figure it out. Saying what he wanted to say from his perspective may not have been appropriate or helpful to you.
Finally, you spoke up. Your tone was quiet and grave. âMy apologies that you had to overhear that conversation. I shouldnât be surprised that my parents are ready for me to marry. I just never expected that I would be the one having to do the impressing.â
You were right. Why should you be the one having to dance for this stranger? It should be him that should be trying to impress you. Ghost poured himself some tea, thinking about how backwards this all seemed. âYou donât know anything about this man, right? Your parents have never mentioned him before today?â
âNo. They donât usually say anything to me until events are just around the corner. I donât have much of a social life outside of the palace walls either, so there wouldnât be any way for me to really know this bachelorâs true character.â You began thinking more clearly, Ghostâs questions actually helping you approach this much more tactfully. It was like he was helping you come up with a plan.Â
âYou donât want to marry this guy or just in general?â He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. It was a rather personal question, one that would have to be kept secret between the both of you.Â
You paused, thinking about his question very carefully. Once again, he was trying to get to know how you really felt about things. Ghost seemed to be the only one in the palace that genuinely wanted to know what you thought. After a sip of warm, slightly sweet tea, you gave him your truth.Â
A truth that a princess would give too. âI want to marry who I choose and I would choose out of love. I refuse to marry someone that I do not love. This potential bachelor. . . who is to say that I would not fall in love with him the moment I lay my eyes on him? Though, I do doubt this. I am unsure if I could trust his potential personality if the only people who could vouch for him are my parents. Their values in a partner may not reflect my own.â
Ghost has been getting better at deciphering your cryptic princess language. From what he understood, you didnât reject the idea of marriage. You just wanted it to be out of your own choice of love. A reasonable answer. A bit romantic too. Like a true princess, you believed that love at first sight was possible. Ghost didnât think he could agree with that. Though, your hint at valuing certain characteristics in a potential spouse piqued his interest in a way he couldnât explain. âWhat do you value?â
For a moment, you looked out the window, another flash of lightning illuminating the rainy gray outside. As the light hit your features for a brief moment, Ghost felt his heart skip a beat. Now, you were giving a daydreaming, sweet smile. âI value courage, ambition, and openly high morals. Someone that isnât afraid of pursuing their passions, satiating their curiosities appropriately, and standing up for what is right. Someone that I could grow alongside with their complete support. Someone that would not only see me as a lover, but as my own person too.â
He couldnât help but feel his face grow a little warm as you described your ideal man. Though he couldnât say he checked off all of those boxes, a part of him did feel like you were describing someone like him, even if you didnât know it. At the very least, you obviously wanted someone that could put their money where their mouth was. Someone with bark and bite.
Not that he would actively pursue you. He lightly shook his head while you werenât looking, ridding his thoughts of the idea of him being the perfect man for you. âIt sounds like you know what you want.â
Those words gave you courage for some reason. Confidence. It surprised you to be filled with such confidence from that simple sentence alone. You looked towards Ghost, your breath hitching slightly as he stared at you with those blue eyes of his. âYes, I do know what I want.â
âIâll help you however I can, then. Iâm going to run background checks on this guy. Checks on everyone that received an invite as well. Iâll make sure that you are only present at the party for strictly one hour. I still have my job to protect you, after all.â He promised you. If you couldnât speak up against your parents due to decorum, then hopefully this would give you what you need to fight back instead.
âThank you, Lieutenant Ghost. I truly do appreciate it.â You gratefully beamed. Who knew that when you were given a bodyguard that you would be given a friend as well.
~
The next few days were busy. While Ghost followed you around to your now tighter classes, he was also doing background checks on every single person that your parents sent an invite out to. Which was a lot. Jesus, when he saw the list of people he wanted to smack them both. It was incredibly dangerous for them to have so many people at the palace at once considering the threats against them and their daughter. It became clear that your parents were more concerned about protecting their public image or parading you around like a doll than about your true safety.Â
You felt that classes were a little easier to handle with Ghost being so focused on his laptop. Normally, he would be watching you carry on with your classes. Now that he was preoccupied with his own work, you felt less like you were giving a performance and like you were genuinely learning. Though, you did wish that he would look at you once you were finished with a successful new dance. For some reason, you craved some of his attention now that you had less of it.
Nights were different as well. While you had grown accustomed to talking yourself to sleep with Ghost listening to your every word, he had to focus on getting all the background checks complete. He also took it upon himself to tighten up some security detail. He was extremely busy making sure that you were safe, so it was hard to be upset with him. Yet, you still felt a bit lonely.
One night, you just couldnât sleep. You laid awake for hours, trying to drift off to dreamland to no avail. Part of it was nerves over the upcoming party. Part of it was fear of being assassinated or kidnapped. Part of it was bundles of creative energy that needed to be released. You usually got it out of your system during independent study or piano, but now that it was gone for now, your fingers were itching to do something you wanted to do.
Quietly, you sat up in bed, listening carefully outside the door. You knew that Ghost usually spent his time guarding you out there. You wondered if he was still there or borrowing an office somewhere to complete his work. Either way, you wanted to be a little sneaky with or without him.
You opened the bedroom door a smidge, looking along the hallways to see if Ghost or anyone was up and around. Moonlight shined through the large windows, illuminating the halls brightly in a white light. You stepped out, now seeing Ghost situated at a small oak desk that was placed out in the hall for him right outside the door. His attention was already on you, having noticed the small opening of the door. âCouldnât sleep?â
âI have too much energy.â You explained briefly, fearful that he may tell you to go back into your room. Thankfully, he seemed to understand.
âYou usually sneak out in the middle of the night?â He teased, catching you off guard. You didnât realize that Ghost could have such a playful tone.
âSometimes, yes.â You answered honestly. Ghost was a little surprised by your answer. You were more defiant than you usually looked. Sneaking banned books, sneaking out of your bedroom at night. Not that you were doing anything bad. You just did what you could to explore your true interests.Â
Ghost closed his laptop and picked it up, ready to follow you to wherever you wished to go. âWhere to then?â
Swiftly, you led him to a far part of the palace, a room that was far from your parentâs wing. Without alerting any palace staff, the both of you snuck into the room. In the middle of the room was a pure white grand piano. There were some shelves lined with books about music along with piano sheet music. There was a couch with a table as well, which would allow Ghost to continue working while you tired yourself out.Â
As you situated yourself in front of the piano, the lieutenant got himself all set up on the couch. For some reason, you were calm. Comfortable. You thought that you would be nervous with Ghost being your audience once more, but that wasnât the case. In fact, you have never felt more secure than you did then. Even as you had the chance to play the music that you werenât normally allowed to play.
You started up with warm-ups. Simple scales, listening to the tune of the piano. Feeling the weight of the pedals under your feet along with the weight of the keys under your fingertips. Ghost has grown familiar with that scale. He didnât have any particular musical talent, yet he still appreciated it. The classics and simple songs you played were good.
As Ghost worked to the sound of your playing, the both of you fell into a comfortable groove. With your playing, Ghost felt more efficient in his work. You felt more confident in your abilities. Along with this, you began to branch out a little more, practicing classical songs that you were familiar with.
However, you played them. Truly. Not how your instructors guided you to play or how the sheet music dictated. No. You felt the emotions in each note. Each sound was played naturally as if it was second nature to you. Full of passion like the songs were intended to be played. Classical music that Ghost had admittedly grew bored of listening to just about every day, no matter how well you played, was now completely enthralled. Even songs heâs heard before meeting you seemed to breathe new life as you played with your heart rather than your head.Â
Before Ghost knew it, all of his attention was on watching and listening to you play. He saw how you closed your eyes, your fingers naturally finding each key without the use of sheet music. How you swayed as your hands moved. How you beautifully smiled to yourself as you heard the wonderful sounds your hands made.Â
It only got better when you began to play songs that werenât of the classical variety. Songs that would have you banned from playing the piano in the palace. Hell, banned from music in general. There were some modern songs that Ghost recognized, now given your own flair. He didnât even know how you knew some of those songs, but that didnât matter.Â
You had talent. Real talent. A clear love for music and the piano.
An hour passed by of him neglecting his work just to watch you play. When you finished a final song, you were breathing heavily as if you had just worked out. Your heart was beating hard in your chest. Once you managed to catch your breath, Ghost spoke up, unable to remain just the silent audience. âWhy donât you play like that during classes? You only play the basics with your tutor.â
You nearly had forgotten that Ghost had been there. You werenât even aware that he had been listening to you play the entire time. A blush spread across your cheeks as you grew bashful all of a sudden. âIt is believed that I am slow at learning the piano. I donât correct this assumption since I donât want to be pressured to play even more songs that I donât find much joy in. At least, not the way they want me to play. I. . . I also donât want to give my parents another party trick that they can exploit.â
His fists clenched at the mention of your parents. With each passing day, heâs come to resent your parents more and more. How they treat you, control your life, and regard you like a pet rather than a daughter was making his blood simmer more each day. It was getting harder for him to hold his true opinions back. âYou deserve more. You deserve to play whatever you want whenever you want.â
Your eyes grew wide at his open criticism. This was the first time he spoke his mind like this. Ghost was careful in his words just as you were up until this point. It was actually rather refreshing to hear him not hold back for once. âThank you. I hope that I can someday get to that point.â
It felt like a wall between the both of you had crumbled down. As the moonlight fell upon your soft features, your optimism for the future bright in your eyes, Ghost felt himself choke up. This was you at your rebelliousness. You were a princess that snuck around in the night to enjoy forbidden knowledge. And he wanted to be part of that.
For a moment, he understood how people could fall in love at first sight.
You began to toy around with the piano again, this time playing a little more quietly and simpler so that Ghost could get back to work. While it was hard to focus on what he needed to do because he wanted to take in more of the beauty he was in the presence of, he managed to finish what he wanted to do for the night.Â
He finished his background check on this bachelor that your mother wanted you to marry. Ghost read everything that he could find on the guy. Net worth, news coverage, social media, and even criminal history. Kate was a massive help in finding more confidential information too. Everything was compiled into a report that he wrote himself. When it was done, he got up from the couch and sat down beside you on the piano bench.Â
âWould you like to hear the report?â He simply offered, not wanting to break your light playing.
With a nod, you prepared yourself for what Ghost found. He took a deep breath before reading. âRoyal background. A duke. Only a couple of years older than you are. Owns a lot of land and has a lot of wealth-â
âI donât care about any of that.â You interrupted, your tone suddenly a bit colder. As Ghost looked at you with slight shock, you turned your head away. He didnât expect you to speak up like that. The fact that you did meant that you were getting more comfortable with him though. You were taking this seriously as well.
âWhat would you like to hear then, Princess?â He offered, giving you more control that you deserved.Â
When he spoke back to you so softly, you met his eyes once more. The piano bench was decently big, but Ghost was a big man. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him. As you looked up, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The way he looked at you like you deserved the world made you feel lighter than air. When you gazed into his eyes, you felt like you could see his genuinity.Â
You trusted him. You trusted that he was an excellent judge of character as well. Much more than your own parents. âBased on the values that you know I am looking for, is he a good fit for me?â
Ghost bit his tongue hard, stopping his immediate response from escaping. He wanted to say no. Based on everything he read, this guy seemed stuck-up. Seedy. He had quite a few exes under his belt, not even counting just one-off flings. He didnât have a criminal record or seemed to be dealing with anything particularly shady, but he did take advantage of his wealthy and royal status to experience certain things in life, regardless of how others may feel.
Then again, Ghost felt like his brain was foggy. Like he couldnât really make a fair judgment because he wanted to reject him immediately. He had a bias against him. Where it came from exactly, he wasnât sure. All he knew was that he didnât trust him to be the one for you. He didnât want you anywhere near him either.
For now, he decided to be earnest yet nice. âI donât think he would be a good match based on his track records, but whoâs to say that he isnât better in person. Youâll have an hour to judge him at the very least.â
Your heart fell as you heard his answer. It wasnât that you were disappointed over this stranger probably not being the best for you. No. You were disappointed that Ghost wasnât more blunt with what he thought. You appreciated how he was trying to preserve your feelings, but you didnât want that right now. You wished that he could protest some more, any excuse not to meet this stranger and play into the hands of your parents.Â
As he saw the flash of anguish on your face, Ghost felt his heart break. He could tell that you were really hesitant about this man. You didnât even want to meet him if you had the choice. Without thinking, he took up your hands and squeezed. His hand was so much bigger than yours. Rougher, sturdier. Hands that have done things that you would never be able to fully comprehend. And now, they were holding yours.Â
âOne hour. Thatâs all. However, if you tell me that you hate him, even within the first second of seeing him, Iâll make sure that he wonât even get to touch you.â His tone was resolute, unwavering.Â
As he put the control back in your hands, you squeezed his hands right back. Your heart swelled again as if on a rollercoaster. The moonlight cutting across the skull mask you have gotten used to only to brighten his deep, blue eyes made you melt. âThank you, Lieutenant.âÂ
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