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had a really shitty and like. not scary but disturbing dream and i hate it :///
#sometimes this happens where it’s like. intrusive almost? idk#trying to go back to sleep without thinking about it is proving difficult i hate it :/#i feel like disturbing isn’t quite the right word bc that still sounds like a typical nightmare#but i don’t know another word and to explain it i’d have to describe the dream and i do not want to do that#ivy rambles
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come over?
luke hughes x reader
summary: you and luke have a secret/not so secret relationship
a/n: no warnings really, this is cute i think and very cringey fluff tbh. not proofread.
word count: 1.3k
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Keeping your relationship with Luke a secret from your friends was a hard enough task as it is, but having to keep it a complete secret from your family was proving to be an even more difficult task. It has been over 6 months of you and Luke being together now and everyday you just want to shout from the rooftops just how much you love him.
Although you knew being in the spotlight was 100% not what you wanted, it was so much harder than you thought to have to sneak around and pretend to be single around some of your very closest friends. And Luke knew how much it meant to the public for you to be known solely as ‘Luke Hughes’ Girlfriend’ so you had both agreed on the whole keeping-things-a-secret thing until further notice.
Because of this, It had been almost 2 weeks since you had last seen your boyfriend. Both you and him being respectively busy, and also having absolutely nowhere to spend time together as your two roommates had not been out of the house for any extended periods of time lately. And in the midst of that, Luke and Jack had a guest staying at their condo since the beginning of the month, making it nearly impossible for you to spend any time there at all.
This had you up late at night thinking about Luke for what felt like the millionth night in a row. wishing he was beside you instead of just your childhood stuffed animals. Wishing he was rubbing your back, soothing you to sleep, kissing your neck gently, tracing shapes on your skin - there were so many little ways he showed you his love and you missed every single one of them. And as much as you hated what was at risk with you sneaking him over - laying in bed dreaming about it caused absolutely no harm at all.
Pulling you out of your daydream, you hear buzzing begin to come from your phone that is left charging on your nightstand as you are trying desperately to fall asleep. You look over to see that it is Luke calling you, at almost 1:00 in the morning. You wonder if he had been up thinking about you too.
You reach over and grab your phone to answer him, “hi baby” you whisper into the phone, not wanting to wake up anyone else in your apartment.
“baby I cant sleep. I miss you so much” he says with a tired rasp in his voice. He lets out a sigh on the other end of the phone and its almost like he is right beside you. You can hear the longing in his voice and can just sense how frustrated he is with the single sigh.
“I miss you too lukey. I literally cant sleep either - ive just been up thinking about you” you say honestly.
You have always been super honest with him about everything. Weather it be you telling him every single detail about how horrible your period is that week, how you absolutely dread doing the dishes and let them pile up for days before getting to them, how you refuse to go out past 5pm by yourself because you are terrified of being kidnapped, or explaining to him word for word why you love the movie ‘love rosie’ so much and how much it means to you when he agrees to watch it with you. Luke knew you so well and you knew him just the same. Because you always communicated with each other. about everything. No matter what.
Thats why what he said next came as such a shock to you.
“Ive been thinking too..’’ he trails off, his tone quieter than before
You stay quiet on the other end of the phone, curious about what Luke is about to say and suddenly extremely aware of the fact that it is so late at night and he decided to call you without warning. After your silent thinking, you hum a quiet ‘mhm’ in response, urging him to continue.
“Ive just been thinking.. maybe I regret keeping things, with us, a secret for so long. I know I- We agreed to hold off, especially because of how it would affect your life and everything. And I know thats a really big deal. I dont want you to think im being selfish..” he begins, but waits for you to chime in with your thoughts.
Things have worked well this way for so long, that it surprised you he felt this way. Especially because Luke is a very private person in general, you assumed this is how he wanted things. It broke your heart if you made him feel like this was all your idea in the first place. You just thought it would be best for the both of you.
“Luke I dont know what to say. Honestly i thought we were on the same page so I didnt offer to change anything…”
“How long have you felt like this?” you add, trying to speak loud enough but still with your voice in a whisper.
“I mean. I dont really know?” he says almost as a question
“Luke…” you urge him, hoping he will answer your question honestly.
“Well I guess - about a month now I guess? I know i shouldve said something sooner but I just didnt want to ruin anything. I know thats kind of..shitty..” He says regretfully
Theres the honest boy you know.
“I..I didnt know” you say. Honestly you ddnt know where to go from here. You wanted to tell everyone everything about your relationship at this very moment, but werent sure if thats where Luke was going with this.
“I- What are you thinking? I understand if you want to keep things the way they are. I wanna be clear that I really dont want to force you into changing anything. I just i couldn t keep it to myself anymore”
It was so exciting to you knowing how much Luke cared about you. The way he cares for everyone around him has always been something you admire about him. He has the biggest heart in the world and you only hoped to be at least half as caring as him. Clearly this has been on his mind for a while and he cared so mch about your feelings towards it that he didnt want to let his feelings ruin what you have.
“Luke I love you, obviously as long as you know that, thats enough for me. But i do want everyone to know that too.” you say as the lump in your throat grows and tears well in your eyes.
You honestly didn't know why this was making you emotional. But the combination of missing him, hearing him so delicately approach you with this, and knowing this might be the moment you get to share your love for him with the world, is making it hard to get your words out right now.
“I love you so much. and I want everyone to know I do too” he says matter of factly and your heart melts completely.
You both sit in comfortable silence over the phone for a moment as your slight sniffles fill the quiet air.
“I dont know why im crying..” you say through quiet laughter and hear Luke share laughter in response. He was so used to you being emotional over the most random things, this not surprising him one bit.
“What can i do baby?”
You dont even have to think twice of your next response but pretend to be contemplating anyway,
“hmmmm, come over?” you respond hopefully. It thrilled you to think he might actually say yes. Even at 1:00 in the morning.
“Absolutely,” he says with a laugh and you grin ear to ear with giddy excitement,
“give me 20 minutes”
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Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?
It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖
thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!
aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)
promises
aegon wakes up to an empty bed.
he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.
it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.
aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.
you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.
"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.
"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.
"it's still early." you say.
"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.
you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.
aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.
you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.
he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.
"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.
"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"
you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.
you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.
he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.
"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."
"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"
insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"
he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.
"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."
he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"
the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."
"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."
he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"
"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."
aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.
"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."
"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.
he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.
you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.
"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.
"can we stay like this?"
you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.
he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.
"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.
he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.
you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."
aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."
"i'm not teasing you!"
"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.
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achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas
day ten: sleigh ride (ft. donovan rocker)
summary: 20 squad and 50 squad compete to see who can decorate the best armoured vehicle, which proves difficult for you; torn between your team, and your boyfriend.
word count: 1.9k
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a/n: i’m like 99% sure that they only have one armoured vehicle instead of two, but simply ignore that for plot purposes<3 i’m so sad this series is almost over it’s been so fun, and also christmas is almost here?? i still need to go shopping for gifts (oops lol). anyway, enjoy<3
warnings: allusions to smut but nothing insane, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader
You love being on 20 squad. Hondo is a great team leader, and you love all your teammates dearly; you never have to wonder if they’ll have your back, they always do. It’s like a family; one that you’re extremely grateful to be part of.
The only downside about it, though, is the stupid rivalry your team has with 50 squad; your boyfriend’s team.
You know they don’t really hate each other, that it’s more of a healthy rivalry with no hard feelings between them. But, on occasions like this, it’s difficult to be in the middle of their silly competitions.
This year for the holidays, 20 squad and 50 squad have decided to have a competition on the best decorated armoured vehicle, and the winners will be decided by a local class coming for a field trip right before Christmas. This competition had been decided about a week prior to the date of their visit, and you haven’t heard of anything else since then.
At work, Hondo and Luca have been bouncing ideas off of you, and at home, Rocker has been trying to get you to spill some details about your team's plan. You usually love Christmas, but this competition is beginning to get on your last nerve.
Two nights before the class’s trip, you’re lying in bed with Rocker, both of you propped up on pillows as you read your book, and he continues to research Christmas decorations. You’ve tried to speak to him a few times, asking about his day, or telling him about various drama you heard about at work, but each time he had merely mumbled a quiet “mhm, wow.”
Finally, you huff and close your book, placing it on your bedside table before you get comfortable. You lay facing away from him and turn off your lamp, and when he continues to type away on his laptop, the noise and the light keeping you awake, you sit up quickly, eyes narrowed.
“Donovan.” you say sternly, shooting daggers into his back.
“What’s up, baby?” he murmurs sweetly, his eyes not daring to leave his laptop screen.
“Don’t you think you should get some sleep?” you ask, your voice coming out softer. He hums softly, waving his hand slightly as he mumbles that he just needs another minute.
You huff, and continue to sit there, staring at his bare back for a minute or two. When you realize that he’s definitely not going to bed anytime soon, you figure that you’ll have to try something else to get his attention.
You move towards him, now sitting beside him, and just slightly behind him, leaning your chest against his arm as one of your hands runs down his chest.
“Maybe you should take a break, my love.” you purr, your lips just inches from his ear.
This action seems to stop him, just for a moment, and he looks ahead of him as if contemplating your suggestion.
“In a bit.” he finally says, eyes dropping back down to the various pictures across his screen with lights, garland, and tinsel.
Did he seriously just turn you down, you think? You let out an exasperated sigh, then without another word, you take your hand off of him and move away.
He’ll have to pay attention to you after this, you think.
You stand up beside the bed and pull your oversized shirt over your head, letting it drop to the bed beside you, then round the front of the bed, standing right in front of him.
You slowly crawl onto the bed and up towards him, a devilish look on your face as your tits sway with each movement. You move right up to his screen, your tits almost brushing against the top of it.
“You don’t think you need just a little break?” you ask suggestively, keeping your eyes on him as a smirk grows on your face. When he doesn’t flinch, you sit back on your knees, grabbing your tits and massaging them with your hands gently. “Something to take your mind off things?”
Your eyes narrow when Rocker’s eyes still don’t move up to you, like he’s in a trance, and you laugh in disbelief when you realize that not even this will get his attention. He has got to get his priorities straight.
Finally, you take the laptop from him and close it, quickly throwing it out of his reach before he can react.
He finally looks up at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your tits, and the protest dies in his throat before it can make it up to his lips. He swallows, a small smirk forming on his face as he watches you continue to crawl up to him until you’re straddling his lap. His eyes are glued to your soft belly and your chest as they move with each movement, and suddenly, he’s laser focused on you.
“Okay, you’re turning me down now. This has officially gotten out of hand.” you say, keeping a teasing edge in your voice despite your growing frustration.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just- I really wanna win this thing. You guys win everything.” he tells you, a hint of insecurity laced in his voice as he massages your thick thighs.
Your eyes soften at his words, and you sigh as you raise your hands up to cup his face. You run your thumbs along his skin, feeling the soft tickle of his stubble against your fingers, and you smile softly when you see him melt into your touch.
“This is really important to you, isn’t it?” you ask in a quiet voice.
He nods quickly, the side of his lip quirking up in a slight smile.
“It is, I don’t know why. It’s not just winning, either. I wanna give the kids an awesome experience, I know the area the school is in, and I know a lot of those kid’s families don’t have the means to create a special holiday.” Your heart breaks at his words, and you can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him gently.
Rocker tries to keep up a certain image at work, but you know that this is how he really is most of the time. At work, it’s all about beating 20 squad, but here, with you, it’s not really about that. Not completely, at least.
He meets your lips eagerly, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck as he guides you into the kiss, and the other gripping your thigh firmly.
You finally break the kiss after a moment, eyes taking in his features as you think for a second. Then, you let out a heavy sigh. Your team would probably kill you if they heard what you’re about to tell Rocker; Luca most definitely would.
“Okay, fine. 20 squad’s plan is only focused on the outside of the truck. What if you decorated the inside of it, too? Blankets, lights, maybe some cookies or hot chocolate. Maybe Hicks would let you take them around the block in it, or something. But either way, they’d be able to get into the truck and be part of the magic.” you tell him, feeling increasingly guilty.
Your guilt disappears quickly when you see the grin erupt on Rocker’s face, however. He pulls you against him, hugging you tightly against his chest and definitely not focusing on your bare tits pressed against his chest as he kisses the top of your head.
“You’re a goddamn genius.” he mumbles against your skin, rocking you both back and forth as he hugs you. You giggle softly, rolling your eyes.
You can’t believe you just guaranteed your own team’s loss just so you could see your boyfriend smile.
“And you can thank me by taking a little break, maybe do something to get your mind off things.” you repeat your words from earlier, raising a brow as you lean back and smirk down at him.
He smirks as well, eyes roaming your bare skin, and letting a low groan escape his throat.
“Yes, ma’am.” he murmurs before crashing his lips to yours, then flipping you over on the bed and crawling on top of you eagerly.
The day of the class’s trip has finally come, and you and Rocker’s teams are placing final touches on your armoured vehicles before the students arrive. Chris and Street are fixing the wreath on the front of the truck, although from where you’re standing, it looks like Chris is fixing and Street is just standing there. Deacon, Tan, and Hondo are standing in front of Luca, rolling their eyes and laughing as he gives them last minute things to fix.
Finally, the kids arrive, and once they’ve had a tour of the inside of headquarters, you each take your turn showing them the vehicles. Your team goes first, Hondo taking the lead and showing them the lights and sirens, and how Luca had somehow found a guy to make the Christmas lights flicker in time with the police lights.
The kids love it, and you can’t help but smile as you watch their big smiles and wide eyes as they take in all the lights on the truck. All of them want a turn hitting the button for the lights and siren, and Hondo lets them, lining them up so they can all get a chance in the front seat.
Then, it’s 50 squad’s turn, and you watch with a warm smile as Rocker shows them around the truck almost the exact same as Hondo.
He finally opens the back of the truck, revealing blankets, lights, and garland covering the entire back seat.
“And now, for a special treat, we all get to go in and go for a drive around the block!” he tells them with a smile, his eyes darting to you and giving you a quick wink.
Your smile widens, and you’re glad that Hicks actually allowed Rocker to do this with the kids. It sort of makes you think about having your own children with Rocker someday, but you push the thought to the side, more focused on the care Rocker is putting into making a group of random children’s Christmases a little bit better.
“How did we not think of that!” Luca says with a huff, throwing his arms up in the air as you all stand in a group and watch the kids laugh and jump up and down excitedly.
“I guess we’ll know for next time.” Street mumbles with a roll of his eyes, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.
You don’t say anything. You try to keep a straight face as Rocker holds the door open as the kids all climb in. Right before he closes the door, he turns to look at you again with an appreciative smile and mouths “i love you,” which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hondo and Deacon.
“What? Come on, you gave him that idea?” Hondo says, nudging your arm. The grin finally makes its way onto your face, and you shrug, trying desperately to stop the smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you reply with a slight shake of your head, and your teammates all groan. You even see Street making a fake throwing up sound.
“Oh, shut up. It was to help the kids.” you say, and they all groan again, rolling their eyes at your lovesick expression.
“More like one kid.” Luca mutters as he glares at Rocker, and you laugh, turning back and watching the armoured vehicle driving out of the parking lot as the lights and siren come to life.
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My Blessed Son—Chapter 23
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Summary:
For years, Jack Marston dreamed of killing Edgar Ross, the man who had taken everything from him, who had ruined his life. His obsession with revenge had given him a reason to keep going. But now, after it was done, he was left lost, depressed and without purpose. He was left to navigate life alone with the unforgiving eyes of the law slowly narrowing in on him. Though he soon comes to realize that perhaps he isn’t quite as alone as he thought he would be. A continuation from the end of Red Dead Redemption 1.
Word count: ~11k
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Jack chewed on his lip as he watched the clock on his desk tick away, showing no signs of slowing down as it inched closer and closer to two o’ clock. His stomach churned as he realized that in a couple of short hours, he’d be sitting across from Archer Fordham.
Lilly had returned from her trip to town with Tommy late last night. She informed him that they were able to convince her friend at the hotel to help them out, no questions asked as long as she was paid well for her time.
Jack was admittedly somewhat disappointed to hear that. A part of him had hoped that they wouldn’t be successful— that they wouldn’t be able to find anyone to help and then the meeting would have to be canceled. Of course, he couldn’t be that lucky.
He hadn’t gotten any sleep after that; his head was reeling with too many thoughts and anxieties about everything that lay ahead. About the fast-approaching meeting with Fordham. About what Charles had said about leaving things unsaid with Lilly. It was all too overwhelming.
When the sun rose that morning, he pulled himself out of bed, realizing that continuing to try to sleep was pointless. To keep himself busy— and in an attempt to quell his racing thoughts— he returned to his desk to continue his efforts from the day before.
He had spent the morning trying to get in touch with Leigh Johnson, which was unfortunately proving more difficult than he’d expected. Apparently, he didn’t own a telephone, so there was no easy way to reach him.
Jack wasn’t fond of the thought of having to make a trip up to Strawberry to find him. He hated it there. That area never brought back good memories. So before he resorted to that, he decided to try calling around to various shops in the town and see if one of them could get him on the phone.
He spent a few hours doing this until eventually, he was able to get ahold of someone who was familiar with Marshal Johnson— a man working at the post office who’d seen him around town and chatted with him nearly every day. He promised Jack that he would try to have the marshal call him back on the office’s phone whenever he came to pick up his mail. That was over an hour ago now, and he was still waiting to hear back.
Drumming his fingers on his desk, he glanced at the clock again.
11:56.
Why did time have to pass by so fast?
As if on cue, the telephone on his desk rang, startling him out of his thoughts. A jolt of energy rushed through his body, and he snatched up the telephone to answer it.
“Hello?” he said, almost shouting in his excitement.
“Hi, this is Hector from Strawberry. Is this… uh…” His voice got quieter, as if he’d pulled back to speak to someone else. “Ah, hell, I forgot his damned name.”
Jack thought he heard someone groan and then there was a scuffle, sending loud popping noises through the telephone. Finally, a different voice asked with an edge of suspicion, “Who is this?”
Immediately on the defensive, Jack echoed back with a similar harshness, “Who is this?”
“I recall askin’ you first.”
His instinct was to argue back, but he tempered himself. If this was the marshal, he couldn’t afford to mess things up. With a breath, he calmly explained, “My name is Jack Marston. I—”
“Marston?” The recognition in his voice filled Jack with hope.
“Yes,” he said. “Are you Leigh Johnson? I think you knew my father, John Marston.”
“I am. And I did,” the marshal replied, his tone calmer. “I heard about what happened to him. After all that….” He sighed. “Ain’t right.”
Shoving down any emotion that statement brought forward, Jack got straight to the point: “Right. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“It is?” He sounded somewhat wary.
“Yes. A friend of mine— no, an acquaintance—” Stop calling Tommy your friend, he chastised himself. He is not your friend. “An acquaintance of mine told me that them bureau agents weren’t even allowed to do a bunch of those things they did. It weren’t lawful.”
There was a long pause on the other end, and through the silence, the sound of a car engine approaching outside reached his ears. It made his stomach jolt a bit; he had been dreading that sound.
“Well…” the marshal began, regaining his attention. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “There is a reason we were all threatened not to talk about it.”
“So it’s true?” Jack asked, a slight shake creeping into his voice as the car grew closer.
Marshal Johnson sighed. “Where is this going?”
Jack hesitated, his breath hitching as he heard the car enter the ranch. Shaking off his rising anxiety, he answered, “Long story short, my… acquaintance told me I need some kinda proof of what they did. Otherwise, I can’t do nothin’ about it. Someone told me you might be able to help me with that. You kept some kinda record.”
“Who told you that?”
He impatiently bounced his leg. “Someone in Armadillo. Does it matter?”
“Yeah. A little bit.”
“All I need,” Jack said, ignoring his response, “is for you to let me borrow whatever you have. That’s it.”
The marshal grunted. “I don’t—”
“Please,” Jack said, resorting to begging as he didn’t know what else to do. “I don't want them to get away with what they did. I swear I’ll never tell no one you helped me— if that’s the problem.”
The marshal took a long pause once again, and Jack noticed the sound of the car had stopped. Footsteps made their way up the porch, and then, the front door opened and slammed shut again. A figure strolled into his bedroom doorway.
He didn’t bother looking up to see who it was— he already knew it was Tommy. He stayed focused on the telephone, waiting for Marshal Johnson to speak and praying that he’d agree to send him what he needed.
Tommy rapped on the door frame. “Uh, hello?”
Annoyed, Jack glanced over at him, noting what looked like a folded-up suit draped over his forearm. He pointed at the telephone and then held up a finger to tell him to wait a moment.
Tommy snorted at the gesture and leaned against the door frame. “Okay then.”
Several more agonizing seconds went by, the ticking of that infernal clock mocking him through the silence. Jack started to worry he’d been hung up on, but that fear was dashed when the marshal let out an acquiescent sigh.
“Fine. I’ll do it,” he said. “I never did like those bastards.”
Jack sat straight up, nearly tipping his chair backwards. “Wait, really?”
“So long as you really don’t tell anyone about it.”
“I won’t. I— I swear.”
“Where do you want it sent then?”
Jack told him to send whatever he had straight to Beecher’s Hope— even things that he didn’t think would be useful. Everything could help. He thanked the marshal profusely and once again swore never to tell a soul about it.
As he hung up the telephone, he bounced up and down in his seat, silently thanking whatever powers that be for how well that went.
From the doorway, Tommy asked, “What was that about?”
Jack startled and turned to him; he’d almost forgotten he was there. Composing himself, he answered, “I was talking to someone who knew my father.”
“For what?”
“To get proof of what the bureau did to him,” he said, as if it were obvious.
“Oh,” Tommy uttered, “you’re actually doing that?”
Jack’s brows drew together. “...You told me to.”
“What? No, I—” He cut himself off and looked up at the ceiling, huffing. “Okay, I did say that, but I said it flippantly. I didn’t think you took me seriously.”
Jack frowned, a hint of irritation cutting into his excitement. He should’ve known that Tommy wouldn’t actually encourage him to seek out the proof he needed; he didn’t believe Jack’s stories at all. But it didn’t matter what he thought. Jack’s efforts were already proving very useful. He was getting what he needed, and soon enough, he would make Tommy eat his words. He wasn’t going to let his doubts discourage him.
“Well, I did,” Jack responded matter-of-factly. “And I’m doing it, and it’s going good so far.”
“Really?” Tommy asked, raising a skeptical brow.
“Yes, it is,” he affirmed, raising his chin. “I have a bunch of things coming. They’re gonna prove it. You’ll see.”
Tommy snickered at his confidence. “Alright…” he said. “Well, keep me posted, I guess.”
“I will,” Jack said, not letting his confidence waver.
Tommy held his gaze for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Anyway,” he said, “we need to get you ready; we’ve gotta leave soon. I got here later than I wanted to.” He sighed, put his free hand on his hip, and studied Jack for a few seconds. “You look a little less greasy than usual, so I’m assuming you actually did bathe like I asked.” He smiled. “I appreciate that.”
Jack pursed his lips, unamused.
Tommy held up the stack of clothes he was holding. “Here.” He tossed them at Jack, who lurched forward to catch them. “Put those on and then come meet me outside, okay?”
“Okay…” he replied.
Tommy left the room, and Jack stood up from his desk, keeping his arms wrapped around the now crumpled-up pile of clothes he was given. He placed them on top of his bed, spreading out the individual pieces of the outfit: a gray suit jacket, vest, and pants and a silky, burgundy necktie. It looked a lot like what Tommy was always wearing.
He picked up the jacket and shook the wrinkles out of it, catching a whiff of some spicy fragrance that was embedded in the fabric. As he examined it more closely, he realized that it didn’t just look like one of Tommy’s suits— it was one of his suits. It was practically identical to the one he’d seen him wearing a moment ago. Jack was shocked he’d been willing to lend it to him.
He tossed the jacket back onto his bed and stripped out of the clothes he had on, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
Since Tommy hadn’t given him a shirt, he picked out the nicest white shirt he could find in his dresser and slipped it on. He put on the tie next, fumbling with it as he tied it around his neck— he couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn one. He doubted he got it on correctly, but he didn’t think it mattered. It would be hidden underneath the rest of his clothing; no one would notice.
Finally, he topped it all off with the vest, pants, and jacket. The jacket smelled even more strongly of perfume once on, and it fit too tightly around his shoulders, restricting the movement of his arms. He squirmed and tugged at it, but the movement only increased his discomfort. He hated the way the coat’s silk lining scratched against the fabric of his shirt; it sent a shiver up his spine.
Giving up on trying to make himself more comfortable, he walked stiffly to the mirror to take a look at himself. The getup didn’t look as awful as it felt, but as he gazed at himself in the mirror, he felt awkward and out of place. He wasn’t made to wear such fancy, expensive clothing, and boy, did it show.
He didn't understand why he needed to dress up for this meeting anyway. It wasn’t like he was going to fool Fordham into thinking he was a respectable member of society by dressing like one.
Growing sick of looking at himself, Jack left the mirror and grabbed his father’s old, beat-up hat. He knew that it would clash horribly with the rest of his attire, but he put it on anyway. With a final anxious glance at the clock— 12:28 — he headed outside.
He looked around as he stepped out onto the porch. He didn’t see Tommy, but he did spot Lilly once again standing in the gazebo, looking out at the ranch. His lips involuntarily curved into a small smile when his eyes landed on her, but as he watched her, he felt a pang of sadness. He remembered what she’d said about her father— how he’d always loved the birds. Unfortunately, there didn’t appear to be any hanging around the gazebo for her to watch that day. Jack wished he could get them to come around more often.
He perked up as an idea came to him. She’d also told him that her father had had a little birdhouse when she was growing up— a little red one with a black roof. Maybe he could build her one just like it for the ranch. Birdhouses were pretty simple to build; he’d made significantly more difficult things in the past. And she’d done so much for him. He wanted to repay her for it.
He made up his mind. The moment he had the time, he was going to do it. Maybe after this meeting with Fordham, assuming he could scrounge up the cash for supplies. And assuming said meeting doesn’t go horribly wrong….
That thought hit him with a wave of dread, and the feeling increased as he realized how close he was to having to face Fordham. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool autumn air, his chest growing heavy. When he opened them again, he refocused on Lilly. His feet propelled him forward, eager to get to her.
She didn’t notice him as he approached, seemingly too lost in her thoughts. “Hey,” he said, his anxiety making his voice crack.
She turned around, and her eyes were immediately drawn down to his new outfit. A little laugh escaped her lips, and she covered her mouth with her hand.
Jack sheepishly looked down at his clothes. “It’s that bad, huh?”
She met his eyes, the amusement falling from her face. “No!” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You just look so different from yourself.”
He nodded stiffly, breathing out an awkward chuckle. “I’m aware.”
Her expression softened, and she looked him over again. “You look nice though. Very handsome— not that that’s anything unusual.”
Jack snorted, turning his head to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks.
She giggled, her face pinkening as well. “I mean it.”
Jack snorted again, not knowing what to say. He looked around, nervously fidgeting with his hands and searching for something else to focus on. “Uh, where’s your brother?” he asked. “He told me to meet him out here.”
“Last time I checked, he was sitting on the porch.” She stood on her toes to look at the house and then pointed towards the right side of it. “Around the side of the house. You can kinda see him.”
He followed her finger, squinting until he was able to spot the toe of Tommy’s shoe, along with a barely-visible cloud of cigarette smoke.
“If not,” Lilly continued with a chuckle, “you can just go over there and follow the smell of the smoke.”
“No, I see him.” He balled up his fists and took a deep breath, blowing it out in a sigh. “Guess I should go over there…” he murmured, his hesitancy clear in his voice.
When he made no effort to move, Lilly stepped closer to him and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll come with you.”
He uncurled his fists and responded with a grateful nod. “Thank you.”
With Lilly trailing closely behind, Jack hopped out of the gazebo and headed back to the porch, dragging his feet all the way. As they approached, the strong smell of cigarette smoke filled his nose, mixing with the fragrance that emanated off of his fancy new coat.
Tommy looked up as the pair rounded the corner, his eyebrows raising when he spotted Jack. “Wow,” he said, “you actually look kinda okay for once.”
“Wow, thanks,” Jack replied flatly.
He laughed. “You’re welcome!”
Slapping his free hand down on his knee, Tommy stood up, took a final puff of his cigarette, and tossed it into the bushes. He put his hands on his hips and stared at Jack, his eyes slowly scanning him from head to toe. This went on for a lot longer than Jack was comfortable with, and he started to squirm.
Finally, Tommy beckoned him closer with a single finger. “Come here.”
Jack stiffened. “Why?”
“Just come here,” he said with an impatient sigh. “I’m not gonna bite you.”
After a brief hesitation and a glance back at Lilly, Jack took a tiny step towards him.
Rolling his eyes, Tommy closed the distance between them and grabbed the lapels of Jack’s coat to tug him closer. Jack flinched away and pulled out of his grasp, smacking his hands away when he tried to get close again.
“Quit flinching,” Tommy demanded. “I’m trying to fix you.”
“I don’t need to be fixed!” Jack spat back. “Don’t touch me.”
Huffing, Tommy stepped back. “That tie is fucked up,” he said, pointing at Jack’s chest. “Fix it.”
Jack frowned down at his sloppily-tied tie. So much for no one noticing….
Lilly cut in, “It’s not a big deal, Tommy. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“It’s—”
“Get over it.” Her voice came out harsher.
Tommy opened his mouth to argue again but seemed to think better of it. “Fine,” he huffed. “You wanna look like a fool— or more of a fool than usual— you do that.”
“Okay, I will,” Jack mumbled.
Tommy rolled his eyes, and with that, the three moved on to going over their plan a final time. Said plan was a lot more bare-bones than Jack would’ve preferred. They were going to drive to Blackwater and go into the police department to meet with Fordham. Tommy would talk to him while Jack kept his mouth shut unless told otherwise. Lilly’s friend would get Fordham out of the room so Tommy could snoop around. And then… who knows?
All Jack knew was that he dreaded all of it. When the clock hit the hour of 1:15, and they all piled into Tommy’s car to make their way to town, he felt like he was going to throw up.
———
The closer they got to Blackwater, the sweatier Jack’s palms became.
As they rolled into town, the car received curious glances from the ever-nosy townspeople in Blackwater. Jack slouched in his seat and stared down at his feet to avoid their gazes.
Tommy came to a stop along the side-street across from the police department, coincidentally— or maybe not, knowing Tommy— right beside the old gallows. It did look somewhat unassuming that day though; the platform was stacked with wooden crates, as it had been a while since it was used. Jack closed his eyes and swallowed a lump in his throat. Hopefully it would stay that way.
Jack was the last one out of the car, and his knees almost buckled the second his feet hit the pavement. Lilly and Tommy moved to stand on the corner of the sidewalk, and Jack managed to drag himself over to join them.
Putting his hands on his hips, Tommy scanned the surrounding area. “Where is…”
“There she is!”
Lilly pointed to a woman standing by a lamppost across the street. She was dressed in the typical get-up that all of the working girls in Blackwater wore. Jack had never seen her before— not that he could remember anyway. There were plenty of nights at the saloon that he had almost no memory of; hopefully this girl wasn’t one of the ones he’d yelled at back then….
The woman noticed them looking and gave them a little wave.
Tommy nodded at her in response and then turned to Lilly. “Alright, you head over there with her,” he told her. “Have her come in ten minutes or so after we go inside. And don’t be late. I know how you are.”
Lilly rolled her eyes. “I won’t.”
He dug in his pocket, pulled out a small stack of cash, and handed it to her. “That’s half of her payment for you to give her. Tell her I’ll give her the other half after.” He pointed at the long alleyway that snaked behind the shops. “See that back alley? We’re all gonna meet up there afterward.”
“You got it,” Lilly said, taking the cash and stuffing it into her pocket.
With a satisfied nod, he turned his attention to Jack. “Now you,” he said, pointing at his head, “take that hat off. You’re not going in there with that thing on.”
Jack reached up and fiddled with the brim of his hat but hesitated to take it off. “Why didn’t you tell me that before we left?” he asked, ticked off. “Where am I supposed to put it?”
“Just toss it in the car.”
Jack glanced at the car, noting how wide-open it was, and frowned. “I don’t wanna leave it in there; someone could just reach in and take it.”
Tommy gave a derisive laugh. “No one’s gonna take it. Believe me. No one wants that hat.”
Jack’s frown deepened at his tone.
Lilly interjected, “I can hold onto it for you.”
“Okay…. I guess that’s fine.”
He took the hat off and ran his fingers through his hair before extending it out to her, his hands shaking slightly. She took it from him and put it straight on her own head, flashing him a goofy grin. Despite his anxiety, Jack couldn’t help but crack a laugh at that. Her grin widened, and she laughed along with him.
When their amusement died down, he looked down at the ground.
“Hey,” she said softly, making him look back up at her. She reached forward and took both of his hands in hers, gently squeezing them. “It’s gonna be alright.”
Giving a slight nod, he murmured, “I hope so.”
She squeezed his hands tighter. “I know so.”
Tommy interrupted them with an impatient clear of his throat. “Is this really necessary? You’re going to a meeting, not off to war.”
Lilly turned her head to frown at him but didn’t otherwise acknowledge his interruption. She squeezed Jack again. “I’ll see you really soon, okay?”
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
With a final reassuring smile, she let go of his hands, and he immediately wished she hadn’t. They continued to shake as he let his arms fall back to his sides, and he balled up his fists in an attempt to still them.
“Great, you’re finished,” Tommy said, startling Jack as he clapped him on the shoulder. “Now let’s go. Lilly, go do your thing, please.”
Lilly snorted and mumbled, “As you wish, your highness.”
With that, she patted Jack on the shoulder and left, crossing the street to meet up with her friend.
“Alright, now or never, Jackie.” Tommy clapped him hard on the back, making him stumble forward a bit. “Let’s go.”
‘Since when was ‘never’ an option?’ he thought as they started towards the police station, Jack trailing behind Tommy as he dragged his feet. If never was an option, he would’ve picked it in a heartbeat. ‘Never’ wouldn’t make him feel like he’s going to spew his insides all over the sidewalk. ‘Never’ wouldn’t risk getting him immediately thrown in jail.
Tommy stopped at the bottom of the stairs that led into the building, waiting for him to catch up.
“Are you good?” he asked once Jack finally reached him. A smirk crept onto his face, and he held out his hand. “You need me to hold your hand while we walk in?”
Jack scowled at him and slapped his hand away. “No.”
“Alright, let’s get this over with then.” He nodded at the door and then climbed the first stair leading up to it. Before going any further, he looked over his shoulder, giving Jack’s appearance a final once-over. “Stand up straight,” he said.
Jack did so, squirming in discomfort as the fabric of his too-small suit became even more taut against his skin.
As he straightened up, Tommy did a double-take and turned to face him. “Wait,” he said, looking him up and down with an almost offended look on his face. “You’re not taller than me, are you?”
Jack stared back at him in disbelief. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now?”
The look of offense remaining etched onto his face, Tommy responded by getting a bit closer and standing up as straight as he could until his heels began to come off the ground.
After a moment, he huffed and plopped his heels back down. “I changed my mind. You can keep slouching.”
With that, he opened the door and slipped inside, holding it open for Jack. Jack took a deep breath— fearing it might be the last breath of fresh air he’d ever take— and followed him in.
The air inside felt heavy, and Jack’s breathing turned shallow, rapidly making him lightheaded. As Tommy informed the man at the front desk of their meeting with Fordham, he stared blankly at the wall, unable to hear much over the pounding of his heart in his ears.
The man behind the desk led them up the stairs and down a hallway until they stopped at a door with a shiny plaque that read, Archer Fordham. Jack held his breath as the man knocked on the door, and his stomach lurched when he heard someone inside shuffling towards it.
The door opened, revealing a somewhat tired-looking Archer Fordham, a marked contrast from the man who’d accosted him on the street a while ago. His eyes landed on Jack first, where they lingered for a brief moment before darting over to the man who’d escorted them upstairs. He gave him a single nod, which the man took as his cue to leave.
“You’re Archer Fordham, I presume,” Tommy said.
“That’s right.” He nodded and extended a hand out to him. “And you are?”
Tommy grabbed his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Thomas Schuyler. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“All good things, I hope.”
“Oh, of course.”
Fordham didn’t seem to notice his sarcasm— or if he did, he didn’t care. He shifted focus to Jack. “Marston,” he greeted, extending his hand out to him as well, albeit much more stiffly.
Jack stared at the hand, offended that he’d had the nerve to offer it and having no intention of accepting it. Tommy noticed his hesitation and nudged him, giving him a warning glare. Biting his tongue, he begrudgingly shook Fordham’s hand, his wrist limp and unenthusiastic.
“Glad you finally decided to come talk to me,” he said.
That makes one of us, Jack thought. Outwardly, he said nothing.
Fordham headed to his desk, and the second his back was turned, Jack furiously wiped his hand against his coat. He paused when Tommy clicked his tongue and nudged him again. Jack met his eyes and scowled at him.
“Behave,” he mouthed.
Fordham sat down behind the desk and motioned for Jack and Tommy to come in and sit in two chairs placed neatly in front of him. They did so, shutting the door behind them, leaving Jack feeling like he’d been encased in a tomb.
Fordham didn’t say anything as they settled in. He busied himself with flipping through a file sitting in front of him. Jack assumed it was the file Tommy had mentioned— the one he was after. A quick glance at Tommy confirmed this.
He continued flipping through it for several uncomfortable minutes. As the silence went on, Jack looked around the office, trying to distract himself from the anxious thoughts running wild through his head.
It didn’t help. The walls were covered in awards, certificates, and medals— trophies to commemorate all of the torment that Fordham had had a hand in. How many of those did he win for using his father? For murdering him?
It made him sick. It wasn’t much different from a hunter hanging the head of his kill above his mantle. He wanted nothing more than to get up, rip them all down, and shove them up Fordham’s ass.
His anxiety was beginning to turn to anger.
Fordham looked up from his file and stared pointedly at Tommy. “So, why are you here?”
“Me specifically?” Tommy asked, placing a hand on his chest.
He nodded.
“Well, Jack here told me there’s been some kind of misunderstanding between the two of you. I’m here to help rectify it.” He punctuated his sentence with a smile— possibly the fakest smile Jack had ever seen.
“Don’t know if I would call it a misunderstanding…” Fordham muttered under his breath. “But is that all? It has nothing to do with that girl who’s been running around town with him?” He nodded in Jack’s direction. “You have the same surname as her.”
“Oh, my mistake.” Tommy’s lip twitched, but that plastic, polite smile stayed on his face. “I thought you were asking why I’m here in this office, not why I’m in this city in general. I didn’t realize that was relevant.”
“I’m just trying to understand.”
“She’s my sister.” There was the faintest sign of a crack in his cool demeanor. “And you don’t need to worry about her, alright?”
“Actually, I do,” Fordham countered, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “They’ve been looking for her up north. I told them I’d look into it.”
Tommy looked down in thought, rubbing his chin. “Well… you can tell ‘em you found her.” He raised his head. “Just don’t tell our mother just yet. Let me handle that part. It’s a very delicate situation.”
Fordham paused, mulling over his request. He sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll consider it.”
Tommy only nodded in response, and Jack could sense the irritation in his silence.
“Anyway, moving on….” Fordham’s eyes shifted to Jack, making his heart skip. “I, as you know, have been wanting to talk to you about Edgar Ross. He’s— um—”
He faltered over his words as a commotion started to erupt downstairs— directly underneath them by the front entrance. There were several loud voices reverberating throughout the building, the loudest being a woman’s. Jack relaxed a little, thanking his lucky stars for her timing.
Clearing his throat, Tommy commented, “Well, that sounds fun.”
Fordham shook off the interruption and tried to continue, “He’s recently been found in the river on the border. He was—” He paused and pursed his lips as the shouting got louder, now seeming to be coming up the stairs.
“Miss! Miss, you can’t be up here!”
Heavy footsteps rushed down the hall, stopping in front of the office. The door was opened forcefully, and the sheriff popped his head in, panting. “Hey, Fordham, we got a problem.”
“I’m in the middle of something.”
“I see that, but this woman is very upset. She’s—”
“You can’t handle a single woman by yourselves?”
“She won’t—”
He was cut off by the woman, Lilly’s friend, shoving past him to get into the office. She scanned the room, quickly narrowing in on Fordham. “You!” she said. “Are you the one in charge around here?”
Fordhan shifted in his seat, sharing an uncomfortable glance with the sheriff. “I am,” he answered, “but I’m sure the sheriff here is more than capable of helping with whatever you’re—”
“No. He isn’t,” she snapped. “If he was, he would’ve done something the other thousand times one of us girls came up here.” She threw her hands up. “Every day. Every day, some john robs one of us or beats us or harasses us. And you’re all content to just let it happen! I am so sick of you all sitting up here in your fancy little offices, with your fancy little suits, doing nothing!”
Fordham stood up, holding up his palms, and tried to get a word in, “I—”
“For once,” she said, her voice quieter yet somehow more menacing, “you are going to hear us.”
The room went quiet as her words hung in the air. Even Jack was taken aback by the passion in her voice. He didn’t expect her to be this convincing of an actress— assuming she was even acting at all…. Maybe there was some truth to her ranting.
“Okay. I hear you,” Fordham said, coming out from behind his desk to get closer to her. “I’ll talk with you if you want, but I’m meeting with someone else right now.” He pointed to where Jack and Tommy were sitting. “You’ll have to wait until we’re finished.”
The woman shook her head. “I’ve waited long enough.”
Tommy leaned forward and raised his hand to interject. “Please, go ahead and help the woman,” he said. “We don’t mind waiting.” He turned to Jack. “Do we?”
Jack shook his head.
The woman huffed. “Finally, someone with a little courtesy.”
The sheriff spoke again, reminding them of his presence, “Yeah, I think that’d be best.”
“Fine,” Fordham said, sighing as he was outnumbered. “Give me one second.”
He returned to his desk and picked up the file he had been referencing, quickly shoving it into a drawer. Pulling a key out of his pocket, he locked it inside. Excusing himself, he hurried out of the office, leading the woman into the hallway with him.
When the door shut behind him and the sound of their footsteps got farther away, Jack huffed a breath of relief.
Tommy dropped his polite facade, slapped his hand down on his knee, and whispered, “Damn it!”
Startled, Jack asked, “What?”
He gestured at the drawer Fordham had placed the file into. “The fucker locked it.”
“So? Just pick the lock.”
Tommy scoffed and looked at him like he had three heads. “I don’t know how to pick a lock. I’m not a fuckin’ degenerate.”
Jack rolled his eyes and grumbled, “I’ll do it.”
He stood up and made his way over to the desk, careful to keep his footsteps light. Tommy followed, hovering behind him as he scanned the desk in search of something he could use to pick the lock. He kicked himself for not thinking to bring his satchel with him; he had a proper lock pick in there. His father had taught him to use it after he’d gotten locked out of the house one day, much to his mother’s displeasure.
The closest thing he could find on the desk was a letter opener of a similar shape. He grabbed it, resolving that he’d just have to find a way to make it work. He knelt down to be eye level with the drawer and shoved it into the lock.
After a few minutes of fumbling— and Tommy impatiently tapping his foot— the lock clicked, and he was able to slide the drawer open. He straightened up and was immediately shoved to the side as Tommy grabbed the file sitting inside.
“Go stand by the door and listen out for anyone coming,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” Jack grumbled.
“Don’t start.”
Jack set the letter opener back down where he got it and tip-toed to the door. Once there, he gently placed his ear against it.
The room went quiet, Jack honing in on every minute sound coming from the hallway and making sure no one came too close. Meanwhile, Tommy began to silently read through the file.
This went on for a few minutes until Tommy broke the silence by humming. “Wow. He was shot six times— twice right in the face.” He glanced up at Jack. “You kinda overdid it a little bit there, I think.”
Jack ignored him, annoyed with him for running his mouth while he was trying to listen out.
His annoyance must have gone unnoticed because Tommy continued to list off points as he read, “He was pulled out of the river by a fisherman from Mexico. Fisherman didn’t speak English and didn’t seem to know anything.” He flipped a page, and his demeanor instantly changed. “Is that…” He squinted and brought the file closer to his face. “Is that him?”
Jack pulled away from the door this time, his curiosity piqued. “What?”
“They’ve got a photograph of him in here,” he said, grimacing. “Man, people do not look pretty after they’ve been floatin’ in a river for weeks, do they?” He shook his head and then looked up at Jack. Holding up the file, he asked, “Wanna see?”
“No,” Jack answered immediately, his stomach turning at the thought.
Tommy lowered the file and smirked. “Not one for admiring your handiwork, eh?” He sighed and resumed scanning through it. “That’s probably a good thing. I’ve met a few too many people who were way too happy to see things like this. It’s very off-putting.”
Jack mumbled, “I think you bein’ so nonchalant about it is a little off-putting.”
“Nonchalant?” he asked, flipping the page again. “Hm. That’s a big word for someone like you.”
Jack frowned. Why did he even bother saying anything? He turned and rested his head back against the door. “I’m going back to listening.”
“Good plan, Jackie.”
They returned to their separate tasks, Jack focusing in on a conversation he could hear from the other end of the hallway. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but it made him anxious nonetheless. What if they came closer? What if they overheard Tommy rooting around?
As if to mock him, Tommy suddenly snapped his fingers, nearly making Jack jump out of his skin. He turned to glare at him, but he was too absorbed in his reading to notice.
“Here we go,” he said. “This part’s about you.” He, still not getting the hint that Jack preferred the silence, listed off more points aloud as he read: “Jack Marston— son of notorious outlaw, John Marston. Has adequate reason to want to harm Ross. Agent Howard Sawicki identified him as the man who asked him where to find Ross.
“Emily and Phillip Ross could not confirm or deny if it was him who spoke to them too. Was notably absent from Blackwater at the time of Ross’s disappearance.” He paused and snickered before reading the last point: “Very disagreeable. Refuses to talk to anyone.”
“Is that all it says?”
“That’s the jist of it. There’s also some boring stuff about them watching you farm. Some about Lilly but nothing we don’t already know.” He scanned over the page again. “Oh, and they fired that one guy for telling you where Ross lives.” He lowered the file and pouted. “How tragic.”
“So, what do you think?”
“Well, I can see why they haven’t just arrested you yet,” he said. “They haven’t got anything of much substance against you.”
Jack perked up. “Really?”
“Yup. Two outta those three people you talked to are pretty much worthless to them,” he answered. “That one bureau agent who recognized you is the problem. Or former agent, rather. Since they canned the poor asshole.” He hummed and rested his hand on his chin. “I wonder if we could find him….”
“Find him for what?”
Tommy waved the question off. “Don’t worry about it; I’m just thinking.”
He returned his attention to the file, quickly flipping through it again. “I think we’ve read enough,” he said, closing it and slapping it back down into the drawer. “Come on, we need to hurry up and sit back down before he gets back.”
Tommy closed the drawer and returned to his seat, leaning back and crossing his legs. Jack left the door and sat back down as well.
“You coincidentally not being seen in town around the time he died doesn’t help either…” Tommy murmured after a beat of silence— Jack wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or to himself. That was, until he tapped his shoulder and asked, “Do you know anyone who’d be willing to say you were with them that day?— someone who isn’t Lilly. They wouldn’t believe a word she says at this point.”
At first, Jack couldn’t think of anyone. There were a few people he was friendly with, but he doubted any of them would be willing to lie to the BOI for him. Besides, he wouldn’t trust them enough to tell them about the situation with Ross anyway.
That reminded him— there was one other person he told about Ross. Bonnie Macfarlane. And he had stayed at her ranch recently. Maybe she’d be willing to tell them he was there a little earlier in the year than he actually was. He couldn’t see any reason she wouldn’t.
“Yeah, I think I know someone,” he said.
“Who?”
“Bonnie Macfarlane. She lives in Hennigan’s Stead; she was a friend of my father’s. And she knows that I… you know….”
“I have no idea where the fuck Hennigan’s Stead is, but good. We’ll tell him you were there that day,” Tommy said. “But after, you’ll probably wanna let her know you told them that.”
“I will.” He dropped his voice and added, “If I ever get out of here.”
Tommy snorted at his pessimism. “You are gonna get outta here.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
The conversation died out, and Jack took to quietly examining the awards hanging on the wall again. He glared at them as if they, personally, had wronged him. He considered whether Fordham would immediately notice them missing if he were to get up and take them down. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his chances of getting out of there in one piece, but it would heal a part of his soul to toss those stupid things in the trash.
Or better yet, throw them in a fire. Melt the metal down into a pistol and shoot Fordham with it. Wouldn’t that be poetic?
“Y’know, I have to say,” Tommy said, once again interrupting the silence, “I didn’t expect this guy to be such a fuckin’ jackass.”
“I did,” Jack replied flatly.
“Yeah, but you have bad judgment; how was I supposed to know you were right?” He shook his head. “Seriously. Why did he start out questioning me? I didn’t do anything. I’m being polite, but I feel like he’s sittin’ there, lookin’ down on me.”
Jack just shrugged. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to Tommy vent. He talked too much— it was grating. Although, it did give him some satisfaction to know he wasn’t the only one in the room who hated Fordham. And the words ‘you were right’ felt especially sweet coming from Tommy, even when they were paired with an insult.
When he realized that Jack wasn’t going to respond, Tommy huffed and slouched back in his seat.
Another moment of silence went by, and this time, it was broken by the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Jack’s heart skipped a beat, and he tensed, hoping the footsteps would go past the door. Unfortunately, they stopped right in front of it.
Tommy sat up straight as the door opened, and Fordham came back inside. Tommy smiled at him as he returned to his desk— the exact kind of smile that screamed, ‘I just called you a jackass while you were in the other room.’
As he settled back into his chair, he let out a heavy sigh and said, “I’m sorry about that.”
Tommy waved his hand. “Not a problem at all. We’re nothing if not patient.”
Jack had to suppress a laugh at that.
Fordham took his key out of his pocket and leaned over to unlock the desk drawer Tommy had just been rifling through. His brows furrowed when he grabbed the drawer’s handle and it slid open a crack before he’d even put the key in. Jack’s heart stopped as he paused, clearly contemplating why the thing wasn’t locked.
By some stroke of luck, he moved on without saying anything about it. Although a hint of confusion remained on his face, he just put the key back in his pocket and pulled his file out. Maybe he assumed he’d just forgotten to lock it. Or that the lock was broken. Whatever the reason, Jack was grateful for it.
Without wasting any time, Fordham picked up where he left off. He explained how Ross had been missing for a long time, and then how he had been fished out of the river recently. He told them that he had been shot to pieces, emphasizing how angry someone would have to be to do something like that.
Finally, at the end of his explanation, Fordham looked straight into Jack’s eyes and asked, “What do you make of all that?”
Jack froze, his heart jumping into his throat. What did he make of it? He had no idea how to answer that— at least not in a way that wouldn’t make him look suspicious.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. Tommy answered for him, “We think it’s awful. We both read about it in the newspaper. It’s very distressing that someone would do such a thing— and to such a respectable member of the community, at that.”
Jack knew he was talking out of his ass, but those words ticked him off nonetheless. ‘Respectable.’ What a joke.
“Really?” Fordham asked skeptically. “You were unhappy to hear he was killed? Why? From what I understand, you hated him.”
Tommy countered, “Well, hating someone and wanting them to be murdered are two very different things, Mr. Fordham.”
“I suppose,” Fordham agreed, “but he was also asking around to find Ross around the time we believe he was killed.” His gaze honed in on Jack again. “Why were you looking for him?”
Tommy started to answer, “He—”
Fordham held a hand up to silence him. “The question was for Marston.”
Tommy gave a strained smile. “Right. Pardon me.” Folding his hands in his lap, he looked at Jack. “Jack?”
His stare was intense— it told Jack that he better not mess this up. Swallowing his anxiety as best he could, he answered with what he assumed he was supposed to: “I wasn’t looking for him.”
The subtle look of relief on Tommy’s face confirmed that that had been the right answer.
“You were,” Fordham stated matter-of-factly. “That agent you talked to specifically named you as the person he believed asked him about Ross. He gave a very detailed description of you too.”
“I didn’t talk to any agent. He was mistaken,” Jack muttered. “I’ve told you that before. I never talked to any of you. About Ross or anything else.”
“He was very confident that it was you. I’m not sure how he could make a mistake like that. ”
“Incompetence, maybe?” Tommy suggested, shrugging. “And, perhaps, attempting to cover up that incompetence by pointing a finger at the most convenient person to blame?”
That made Fordham falter a bit. He didn’t seem to be able to argue with it. The guy apparently was incompetent; they wouldn’t have fired him otherwise. “Well, even if that were true,” he said, annoyance starting to seep into his voice, “he was still also positively identified by several other people he talked to.”
According to what they’d just read in his little file, that was a blatant lie….
Tommy called his bluff: “Really? Who?”
“I can’t disclose that.”
Tommy hummed. “Alright then….”
The dismissiveness of that response appeared to increase Fordham’s irritation. He took a moment to reference his file and then changed the subject. “Um, you were also notably absent from Blackwater around the time he was killed,” he said. “People normally see you around town often, but there was a week or so where no one knew where you were. That’s an odd coincidence, don’t you think?”
“Jack, where were you around that time?” Tommy asked. “Do you remember?”
Jack was caught off guard by the question; he was hoping Tommy would speak for him. Still, he took the hint to mention Bonnie. Avoiding eye contact, he quietly answered, “I was staying with a friend.”
“Who?” Fordham asked, his tone making it clear that he already didn’t believe him. “That girl?”
“No,” Jack said, his voice coming out a bit snippy. “A friend of my family. Bonnie Macfarlane. She has a ranch in Hennigan’s Stead.”
“Okay….” He grabbed a pen and a pad of paper and scribbled something down. Then, keeping the pen ready on the page, he asked, “And what exactly were you doing there?”
“I went there right after my mother died,” he lied, his voice cracking at the mention of her. “Because… I didn’t want to be in the house alone.“ At least that part was true….
Fordham squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with that answer. Jack might’ve even thought he felt bad, but he knew better than to think a bureau agent could have any kind of remorse. He set his pen down, not bothering to write any more.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Okay. Is that also where you were when we knocked on your door looking for you a few weeks ago?”
Jack paused and stared down at the floor, not knowing how to answer that. The question felt like a trap— it was asked in a way that suggested Fordham already knew the answer. If he lied and claimed he had been at Bonnie’s when they came knocking, it might discredit everything else he’d said. If he told the truth, he would look guilty for hiding from them. There was no winning.
“It’s a yes or a no…” Fordham said impatiently.
When he still didn’t say anything, Tommy answered for him, “No, that’s not where he was. From what my sister told me, he was in the house with her when she answered the door that day.”
Widening his eyes, Jack snapped his head up to look at him. Why would he just admit that?
“That’s what I thought.” Fordham clicked his tongue. “So…” he drew the word out as he referenced his file, “you weren’t in Boston at any point in the last month either then?”
Tommy answered for him again, “No. He was not.”
“Have you ever been there?”
“No, he hasn’t.”
“Then why, when we came knocking, did your friend claim that you were there?” Fordham asked, leaning forward against his desk and clasping his hands together. “The way I see it, if you did nothing wrong, there would be no reason to hide from us— and definitely no reason to lie to us. All you had to do was cooperate, and—”
“Cooperate?” Jack repeated, his eye twitching. “You mean like my father did? Before you killed him?”
Fordham’s brows rose and he stuttered a bit, clearly caught off guard by Jack’s sudden boldness. “I didn’t have anything to do with that,” he said, the words dripping with defensiveness.
Jack narrowed his eyes, and his cheeks began to turn hot. Was he serious? Was he really going to pretend like he was completely innocent in everything that happened? “Yes, you did,” he said through gritted teeth. Clenching his fists, he raised his voice. “All of you did! You—”
He sucked in a breath as Tommy’s foot landed down hard on top of his, effectively silencing him.
“I believe what he’s trying to say,” Tommy said, shooting him an irritated glance, “is that given certain past events, he wasn’t comfortable interacting with law enforcement. So he had his friend talk to them. That’s all there was to it.”
“That doesn’t explain why his friend would feel the need to spin some ridiculous story about where he was.” His voice had risen slightly.
“Well, she—”
Jack interjected, “She did it to get you pieces of shit to leave me alone.”
Fordham scowled. For the first time since they’d gotten there, he looked genuinely angry.
Tommy gaped at Jack. “Do you need to step out for a minute?” he asked, the horror in his voice barely restrained.
Jack pursed his lips, taking deep breaths through his nose to calm himself. He opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted before anything could come out.
“Go ahead. I think you should,” Tommy said, nodding towards the door. He quickly shifted his attention back to Fordham. “Please forgive his outbursts; he’s—”
“You know, I think we’re done here.” Fordham coldly interrupted. ”I don’t see this going anywhere productive from here. I thought he was coming here to be cooperative. It’s clear that’s not the case.” He sighed and murmured, “I’m not going to waste my time on this anymore.”
Jack wasn’t the slightest bit upset to hear that; he’d wanted nothing more than to leave the entire time they’d been there. As far as he was concerned, they got what they needed— Tommy had read their stupid little file. There was no need to waste their time on this asshole anymore.
“He can leave,” Tommy said, trying to salvage the situation. “You and I can keep talking things out without him—”
“I’m not interested in talking to you,” Fordham said curtly. “You can both leave.”
Tommy blinked at him, a look of offense plastered onto his face. He quickly shook the look off and pressed his lips together, his nostrils flaring. “Very well then.”
He stood up, motioning for Jack to get up as well. Jack didn’t have to be told twice; he was at the door before Tommy had even taken two steps away from his chair.
“One other thing,” Fordham called to them as Jack opened the door. “You have a fine due at the end of this month. A hundred dollars. For dueling.”
Tommy froze and turned to face him. “Oh? I wasn’t made aware of that.” Pressing his lips together, he shot Jack another look of disdain.
“I— I forgot,” Jack stammered.
He narrowed his eyes and murmured, “I’m sure you did….” Rubbing his forehead, he composed himself and looked back at Fordham. “Well, we appreciate the reminder. That won’t be an issue.”
Tommy approached the desk, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a thick clip of cash. Unclipping it, he carefully thumbed through the bills, mouthing to himself as he counted them out. Once he finished, he slapped a stack of bills down onto the desk, sliding it over to Fordham, and returned the rest to his pocket.
“There you are,” he said, flashing a stiff-lipped smile. “A hundred dollars— plus an extra fifty for your… consideration.”
Fordham stared at the money for a few seconds before pushing it back to the edge of his desk. “You can pay the hundred dollars at City Hall,” he said coldly. “We don’t take payment here.”
“Oh.” Tommy’s smile became closer to a sneer. “Right. My mistake.”
He scooped the cash back up and shoved it into his pocket. After, he nodded at Fordham and said, a hint of contempt seeping into his voice, “Take care.” Sighing, he turned away from Fordham and grabbed onto the back of Jack’s bicep, his grip uncomfortably tight. He pushed him towards the exit. “Let’s get outta here, Marston.”
They shuffled out of the office and finally, out of the building. As they walked away from the police department, Jack expected Tommy to start yelling at him for his outburst. Surprisingly, he didn’t. He didn’t say anything at all, in fact. He just kept his eyes forward, heading straight for the alley where they were meeting Lilly and her friend. Jack didn’t know whether to be relieved by his silence or wary of it.
When they slipped off the street and into the alley, Jack was pleased to see the women already waiting for them at the far end of it.
The instant he laid eyes on Lilly, his father’s hat still sitting atop her head, he was flooded with relief. Nothing that had just happened in Fordham’s office mattered to him anymore. All that mattered was that he made it out— fresh air was filling his lungs again. None of the horrible things he’d feared would happen had even come close to happening.
As he and Tommy got further down the alleyway, the sound of their footsteps made the women look up. Jack’s heart swelled when Lilly’s eyes met his, and a huge grin spread across her face.
“There you are!” she said, hiking up her skirt to jog the short distance between them. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him in a tight hug, which he happily returned. Pulling back, she looked him over. “And completely unscathed, just as I thought you’d be.”
“Physically,” he quipped, unable to keep himself from mirroring the grin on her face.
She laughed, wrinkling her nose in that way that he always adored. Her eyes flitted up to the top of his head. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “This belongs to you.” She took his hat off her head and plopped it back onto his where it belonged.
He adjusted it and gave her a grateful nod. “Thanks for lookin’ after it.”
“Anytime,” she said. “I had fun playin’ cowboy for a little bit.”
Jack chuckled.
Their banter was interrupted when Tommy scoffed and pushed past them. He approached the working girl who’d helped them; she had been standing aside patiently, probably waiting for the rest of her payment.
“Did everything go alright on your end?” Tommy asked her, his voice flat.
“Sure, honey, I’m just fine,” she replied. “That man was real polite to me, actually. He even gave me ten dollars to make up for something I said was stolen from me.” She crossed her arms and sighed. “I almost feel bad for lying to him now.”
“You shouldn’t,” Jack blurted out.
Her eyes darted over to him, and she gave him a look of confusion.
“Ignore him,” Tommy grumbled. He pulled a stack of pre-counted cash out of his coat pocket and handed it to her. “Here’s the other half. Thank you for the help. We appreciate it.”
“Of course. Thank you for the opportunity. It felt good to get those things off my chest— and get paid for it too!” She grabbed the money, quickly counting it and then stuffing it into her corset. Leaning in very close to him, she asked with a coy smile, “Anything else I can do for you, honey?”
He drew back a bit, stiffening. “No, that won’t be necessary.”
She shrugged. “Okay. Well, if you change your mind, you just let me know.” With a wink, she stepped away from Tommy and shifted her gaze to Lilly, giving her a small nod. “I should get goin’. Bye, Lilly. I’ll see you around.”
Lilly thanked her and returned her goodbye, and she left, giving them all a little wave.
Once she was gone, the alley went unnervingly quiet. Tommy started to pace about, his arms folded behind his back. Jack stiffened and braced himself, expecting him to speak, but once again, Tommy remained silent. He shared a glance with Lilly, who mirrored his expression of concern and confusion. He cocked his head, silently asking what was going on with him.
She shrugged and then cautiously called out, “Tommy? Everything okay?”
He didn’t acknowledge her.
Leaning in to Jack, she whispered, “Did something happen?”
He fidgeted as he recalled how their meeting ended. “Kind of….”
“Oh, boy.”
“He got what we went there for though,” he spluttered. “More information. I don’t know why he’s—”
Their quiet conversation died when Tommy stopped his pacing, his back turned to them. “So,” he said, followed by a pause to let them stew in their anticipation. “You didn’t think that it might’ve been useful for me to know that you shot some other asshole in a duel?”
Jack squirmed, staring at the back of his head. “I for—”
He whipped around. “Bullshit, you forgot. No one forgets shooting someone.”
Unable to argue with that, Jack froze and snapped his lips shut.
“Also, what happened to not saying anything unless you’re told to?” he continued. “You made this big deal about not wanting to talk to him, but you sure seemed to have a lot to say at the end there.”
Jack’s face grew hot, and he clenched his jaw. “I was mad.”
“Well, now I’m fuckin’ mad,” Tommy spat. “You just burned every bridge you could’ve had with that guy. I hope you’re pleased with yourself.”
“I didn’t even say that much! I—”
“You said enough.”
“Well, I don’t care!” Jack shouted, his breathing now heavy and uneven. “I don’t want ‘bridges’ with that guy. I don’t want anything from him. I hate him! You even said yourself that he’s a—”
Leaning in, Tommy hissed, “Keep your voice down, dumbass.”
Jack clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. God, he wanted to hit this piece of shit.
“Tommy, why are you so upset?” Lilly interjected before things got any more heated. “It could’ve been a lot worse. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? All that information?”
“No. I didn’t get what I wanted,” Tommy snapped back at her. “What I wanted was to talk things out— just have a simple conversation to make this problem go away so I can be on my merry fucking way. But evidently, Mr. Fordham over there is too good for that. Too good to talk things out, too good for my money….” He cut off his rant with a huff and grumbled, “Pompous fuckin’ asshole….”
“Calm down—”
“You calm down.”
“I am calm,” Lilly retorted. “You’re the only one here who isn’t calm.”
Breathing heavily, Tommy looked between them a few times and then down at the ground. His shoulders relaxed a bit, but the bitter scowl remained on his face as he examined the concrete. Jack and Lilly stared at him, the uneasiness heavy in the air as they all fell quiet.
After a moment, Tommy took a deep breath through his nose and raised his head. Addressing Jack in a tone that was strained but much calmer, he said, “Here.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out the wad of cash that he’d offered Fordham earlier, and shoved it into Jack’s hands. “Go pay your stupid fine. I’m going to the car.”
Jack clutched the cash against his chest, a bit taken aback as Tommy turned and stormed out of the alleyway.
Lilly sighed and crossed her arms, watching him stomp away.
“What’s his problem?” Jack asked her, a hint of anger remaining in his voice. “That meeting went a lot better than I thought it would. Why’s he this mad about it?”
“It didn’t go exactly the way he wanted it to, so as far as he’s concerned, it was a complete shitshow.” She shook her head. “I’ll go talk to him. You should go pay that fine; we’ll wait for you back at the car.”
Keeping her arms crossed, she began walking out of the alleyway. Jack stayed put and flipped through the cash in his hand. His brows rose when he noticed that Tommy had given him that extra fifty dollars on top of the hundred for his fine. This brought his plan to build a birdhouse for Lilly back to the forefront of his mind. Fifty dollars was more than enough to get the supplies he needed for it.
Whether Tommy had meant to give it to him or not, Jack wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to ask. He didn’t want to lose the opportunity to do this for Lilly; he could always ask for forgiveness and pay it back later if he wasn’t supposed to spend the extra money.
“Hey, don’t bother waiting for me,” he called out to Lilly, stopping her in her tracks. “There’s some other stuff I wanted to do in town while I’m here. I’ll take a coach home.”
She turned back around to face him. “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
She gave a short nod. “Alright, I’ll see you later then. Stay safe out here, okay?”
Jack snorted. “I’ll try.”
She started to protest, “No, you—”
“I will,” he corrected in unison with her.
A grin spread across her face, sending his heart fluttering as always. “Good.”
With that, she continued walking out of the alleyway. Jack lingered for a moment, becoming acutely aware of his racing heartbeat as he watched her disappear around the corner.
He needed to tell her how he felt. Before he lost the chance to. But he didn’t know how. He didn’t know what to say or how to say it; saying things wasn’t his strong point. Knowing him, he’d only mess things up somehow.
He sighed out his frustration and slapped his hand against his forehead, as if that might knock some sense into him. He could dwell on what to say later. For now, he just needed to focus on building that birdhouse for her. If he couldn’t tell her he loved her, he could at least show her.
With that plan in mind, he took a breath and strolled out of the alleyway, heading towards City Hall to pay off one of his sins.
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El día que perdí mi juventud.
[the day I lost my youth]
For her birthday she decided they would go back to her parents house. She hadn’t been there since her mother’s funeral two years back, where she’d taken all her things to her own house. As a twenty year old, this depressed her terribly.
The road was longer than expected, although it might have been the unbeatable dread she couldn’t avoid. James was helpful enough, he’d sing the stupidest songs and make the dumbest jokes he could think of only to make her force her smile.
Petunia and Vernon were nice enough not to bother them too much, only casual pleasantries and small talk. This also depressed her, losing her sister had been a rough stone in her road, and this was only making it bigger. Petunia showed her the changes they’d made with a fake smile on her face, one which she mirrored. She hated them. The house was perfect before, why’d they change it? She also showed her the room they previously shared, the one where she and James would sleep in. It looked exactly the same, completely taken over by her sister, as if she’d never even been there. It was terrible, and was somehow worsened by James’s comments on how nice it was. He used to love her house, he loved her pictures and her parents plants all over, how could he also love this one? How could he not see these changes and resent Petunia for them?
At Five o’clock they had tea. Vernon bragged about his comfortable job and mentioned they were trying for a child. They wanted to turn her room into a nursery, but didn’t want to get ahead of themselves. Petunia came and went from the kitchen, trying to impress them with her hostess skills. James laughed at the stupid jokes Vernon made and reserved his comments, intent on proving how amazing he was. Lily also “listened”, she laughed when James laughed, smiled when she remembered and sipped the tea when she wanted to cry.
After some time, she excused herself and went to cry in the bathroom. Then the hallway and finally, in her old room. She smelled the pillows for some sense of familiarity, but even that was gone.
When James found her, he took her for a walk. She reminisced her old life, took him to the Snape household, the park, her dad’s old job, and finally the school. She stood before it and smiled. James kissed her cheek ever so softly and put his arm around her. Had she always been crying? Would she ever stop?
“I don’t get it.” She sobbed. “When did it all become so difficult? Why can’t we be like them and live a normal quiet life, where we celebrate having a boring job instead of surviving? How can my life be so different from hers if we’re sisters?”
James comforted her quietly, caressing her back and kissing her hair.
“Why do we have to be surrounded by such tragedy when we could just- be good? Why do we have to suffer through a war? Why us?” She weeped.
“I know darling, I know.”
“I try and keep my spirits up, but its so hard waking up thinking which one of my friends is going to die next! I always knew it was a possibility, but I never believed it could be us! And then, oh then-“ She bawled and bawled.
For a second she thought James was crying too, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it if he was, so she just cried into his chest.
“James, there’s another reason why I wanted to come back here.” She said breaking away from him and seeing his face completely dry. “I’m pregnant.”
He scanned her face in amusement and chuckled until he was laughing. “What?”
“I am. I went to the doctors a week ago, I’m pregnant.”
“Lily! This is amazing!” He jumped before hugging her and making her spin around.
“No it isn’t! James, we’re in the middle of a war! How can we have a child during this! I won’t be able to fight, and what if it doesn’t end?”
“Oh darling, how can we not? We are going to be the happiest people who’ve ever fought in a magical war ever! Imagine flying around with a child! Imagine dinner without the dread! Oh Evans! This is the best news ever!” He smiled. “And if it doesn’t end, I’ll end it myself before Harry turns three I promise.”
“You promise?”
“I do.” He said kissing her softly. “Wanna head back?”
“Not really. I kinda want to leave.” She smiled sadly.
“Let’s leave then, make a little brother, yeah?” he smiled.
“James! That’s not how it works!”
James sprinted down the road and back screaming: “Who cares? I’m gonna be a dad!”
#marauders era#the first wizarding war#james fleamont potter#harry potter marauders#james and lily#marauders fic#jily#jily au#jily microfic#evans sisters#evans family#lily evans#angsty marauders#angst with a happy ending#heavy angst#Spotify
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@headstrongblake said: “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you think you're a monster. ” / octavia & grant
from the moment he left, grant had blocked their numbers, all of them. kassy, rev, bellamy, nick, octavia... he couldn't have them trying to contact him but another part of him couldn't just delete them. being back on the road with garrett after the life he had began to live with people who treated him like something more than a pet or a soldier, it made going back to this far more difficult than he could have imagined. he knew garrett, he knew what to expect yet the aching of his heart was inconsolable. this was far more painful than the loss of his dog and garrett knew that. used it to torture him in nearly every conversation they had. always a dig about the fiesty brunette, about the idiot he saved, how that girl killed his agent.
that evening at dinner had been incredibly difficult and grant could barely look at garrett while he spouted off between nonsense and tearing him down and everything he had built for himself. he could just kill him here, his hands had flexed around his utencils and garrett of course had noticed, pointed it out, even taunted him. your little buddy thought you were going to kill me, you going to prove him right? his jaw clenched painfully. he would kill him, but he had to bide his time, he knew garrett was apart of something bigger, that if he were to kill garrett without taking that into consideration it could create an even bigger problem in the future. so he would bide his time even if every second away from octavia, from nick and the family he had made with them slowly killed him inside.
he couldn't sleep that night, or really any night since he got the call from kassy, but tonight was particularily bad. sitting on the balcony of the hotel he was in he stared down at his phone, octavia's number glowing back up at him. his thumb hovered over the unblock and he sucked in a breath, taking a long drink from the bottle in his other hand. fuck it, he thought, it wasn't like the second he unblocks her she'll call him anyways. hitting the button he placed the phone down beside him, leaning back in the tacky chair as he closed his eyes, the tightness in his chest only growing in anticipation, in a swirl of desperation and desire to get that call but fear for if she does. she shouldn't. she wouldn't. she probably hates him, she should.
a shaky breath escaped him and as an hour went by, despite the heartbreaking longing in his chest to hear her voice, he was relieved. reaching, he picked up his phone to reblock her name when the phone rang. it was on silent but her name popped up and his heart stopped. dark eyes widened as his jaw clenched tightly and his heart then kicked into overdrive. he stared, frozen as he watched it ring and ring and ring and--- he was going to just end the call, force it to stop but he picked up. slowly he brought the phone to his ear, blood pulsing through him so hard he could hear it and was afraid it would be all he could hear. grant...? he heard her voice sounding so hesitant on the other end and it broke his heart further.
grant... she spoke again and tears welled in his eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. as she spoke to him, her voice soft but he too could hear the tears in her voice. he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as his hand tightened around the phone. i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. she told him and his head tilted back as he looked to the sky, pain radiating through him as he shook his head. he didn't deserve her love. how could she say this to him after all he had done? i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. she continued and all she could hear back was a shaky breath. god, why did this have to happen? and why couldn't she just hate him? it would be so much easier if she hated him. everything he did? and leaving with garrett? he was a monster. lashes fluttered as tears streaked his cheeks and it was as if she read his mind. i don’t care if you think you're a monster.
he set down the bottle of booze before his hand lifted to a fist, pressing harshly against his lips as he tried to keep them from trembling in despair. i love you, i miss you, he so badly wanted to tell her. move on, forget about me, too. but he already had and grant couldn't trust himself to speak, couldn't trust that garrett wouldn't be listening. he shook his head, hanging up and blocking the number once again as he sucked in a shaky, pained breath. he couldn't do that again. he wouldn't. it would break him. exhaling sharply, he tossed his phone down on the table beside him as he harshly wiped at his face. snatching the bottle by its neck he downed whatever was left in it but it would never be enough.
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infodump away, my good friend — 1) guilt for silas, 2) midnight for charlotte, and/or 3) hunt for leo
:^) Oh boy!
Silas
As you know extremely well, Silas is the embodiment of Catholic guilt. I am not exaggerating in the slightest that he's convinced he's damned. The fact that he died and is currently Schrodinger's Zombie is not helping. He does think that God has given him one final chance but the only way he's salvaging his life is by making some sort of incredibly grand sacrifice that nobody else could possibly do. He's not sure what it is, but he's sure that God is going to guide him to it.
Being that he's damned, it logically follows (at least in his own head) that he can't become more damned on the path to being not damned, and that's why this keeps involving him committing nonviolent crimes (he doesn't want to actually kill anyone because if he does, they might die without getting a chance to repent for anything they did wrong, which is bad.) That aside, he is exceptionally perfectionistic when it comes to his behavior, down to never swearing, but this is more trying to prove to God that he really genuinely means he wants to be saved and is willing to do whatever it takes.
The extreme tl;dr of how this all started is he got dragged into running some errands for a local crime syndicate when he was young and desperately trying to keep his family out of poverty. He was gullible enough he didn't completely understand what he was getting into until it was too late and they didn't take him trying to do the right thing and back out well.
They didn't expect him to come back, of course. :V
Charlotte
I'm not going to dance around the issue, Charlotte has borderline personality disorder. So the questions around what her anxieties et al are is...a lot, and she does in fact tend to sleep pretty poorly because she's in a near-constant state of agitation despite not looking like it. This can be more "positive" in the sense of her hitting a grandiose phase where she's busy with working and plotting, or negative in the sense she's collapsed into a self-loathing lump.
Charlotte is exceptionally concerned with coming across as sensible, no-nonsense, and generally someone who both is taken seriously but also is the kind of person you aren't afraid to approach with your problems. There's some element of brutal practicality to this, because she knows that knowing everyone else's dirty secrets is worth its weight in gold and also she does kind of deal in acting as a ringleader for a third-party whistleblower who can silently release information about social parties (whether they be corporations, politicians, or anything else) who would otherwise be too dangerous to speak openly against for a single person.
She really, really, really, really is invested in this idea of herself as a clever above-it-all social manipulator. On some level, she expects everyone to be completely transactional in their relationships with her
Unfortunately, she is very aware that she has actual emotions and that they're pretty difficult to control. She hates the general fact that there is a seething core of anger, fear, and frustration that's constantly boiling beneath the surface because it's so contrary to what she wants to think of herself as being like and because she knows people won't like it if they see it. Like a lot of people with "quiet" borderline, she tries to bury her emotions until she has an implosive episode. She's still incredibly petty and vengeful when she feels slighted and fantasizing about revenge is something she's very prone to do.
(Side note, she's a lot easier to manipulate than she wants to believe she is and she's very easily won over by flattery, it's not a coincidence that her two most consistent partners are very effusive in their affection, which is good because she needs near-constant reassurance but struggles with actually asking for it, so someone who's going to show it without her actively prompting it helps. A lot.)
...oh, and she can't have nightmares. Like, literally. It's impossible. So that doesn't really keep her from sleeping but everything else does.
Leo
So. Leo's dad is a piece of work. Here's his theme song. Anyway, they aren't outright trying to kill each other but they're both strongly considering it.
Leo's dad (hence, Elijah) works for a subsidiary of Cheiron Corp called Maranatha and is currently Maranatha's CEO, a position he inherited from his father/Leo's grandfather. Maranatha takes a more biblical approach to Cheiron's usage of monster parts-- specifically, they believe that humans were meant to inherit the Earth and are allowed to have full dominion over what's in it. Monsters are trying to take that birthright from them...and if humans are allowed to take all resources of the world that God gave to them, it's only right that they take power from monsters in order to ensure the world remains in their hands.
(EXTREME oversimplification here but we'll be here all day if I give the full theological details, it's essentially a Christian dominionist worldview.)
Leo grew up extremely sheltered (technically relevant: they're DFAB, I always assumed this was implicitly obvious but it seemed like it flew over the heads of a lot of people in the game they were in? I guess you need an understanding of typical gender role dynamics within American evangelical subcultures) and their future was always kind of decided for them. They never knew what kind of wetwork their dad was involved in until it was too late.
Maranatha had developed a new, highly experimental procedure and they needed a host for what they believed was a new and heretoforth unseen relic, a part of God's body itself. If you ask Elijah Giles, he'd prayed long and hard on the matter, and giving up his eldest child was no easy feat. Men are usually the one on the front lines, anyone else getting the chance to take up the sword of judgement is rare indeed. Still, he was sure he'd made the right choice. Leo was devout, pure, the perfect servant of God. They'd earned it in a sense, even if they were an unconventional choice.
Still, it's a little suspicious he didn't choose his trueborn son over his daughters when they'd tried so hard for so long to have a proper heir, isn't it? Especially given how dangerous it'd have been.
The procedure failed in a way that absolutely nobody expected when the Dark Mother pulled the metaphysical equivalent of "I licked it, it's mine now" which is why Leo is both a Stigmatic and a Beast. They did not have a good time and it's going to be everyone else's problem, especially Maranatha. Leo's been hunting them down with single-minded dedication and their secondary focus is on the God-Machine itself, which they have internalized an extremely odd theology around (I think I've mentioned the Church of the Night Angel on this blog before, so...they are an extremely devout member of it to the point that more senior members have been desperately trying to keep a metaphorical leash on them so they don't do something stupid in the pursuit of the Church's goals.)
Leo is...less paranoid than you'd expect because they have absolute faith in the Dark Mother to lead them down the right path. They are absolutely desperate to trust people, in fact, and while they can be a bit wary of others at first they try their best to be friendly, the problem is that their "friendly" is deeply offputting for reasons that are very complicated to explain but long story short they are incredibly socially awkward and only part of that is from being so isolated they only had extended contact with their family and a few other people within the Maranatha inner circle until they were ten.
#beast as a metaphor for pwpd yayyyy woooohoooo#then i just gave them pds anyway yayyyyy#well leo just kind of reads as slightly schizotypal but i wouldn't say they've got a clinical case of it#a lot of their symptoms are more accounted for by neurological damage#anyway i love charlotte and my weird little religious guys#oc tag#leo#charlotte#silas
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loveless — bucky barnes
synopsis: hating Bucky Barnes is easy. Sleeping with him and keeping the feelings away proves to be much more difficult.
warnings: swearing, slight mention of anxiety symptoms, SMUT (oral: f&m receiving, PinV sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial, degrading language (not to reader), kissing)
His eyes are darker than usual today.
That’s the first thing you notice as you sit across the table from him, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. He’s glaring right back, neither of you trying to pay attention to your boss as he goes through the quarterly figures.
“Got it, Barnes?” Tony’s voice brings both of you out of your hateful gaze.
You watch as Bucky clears his throat and looks over, nodding his head, “Yeah. Got it, boss.”
“I’m sure you do. You looked very engaged,” Tony mutters sarcastically.
Bucky laughs at that, “Oh, I was. In fact, Y/N’s got some ideas to increase sales this quarter. She was telling me about them last night—”
“When I was working late,” you cut in, not wanting to give the wrong impression, despite knowing Bucky’s actively trying to make you look bad, “Bucky came into my office to drop off the expense reports, and—”
“And, we got to talking,” Bucky takes over, “Tell him your great ideas, Y/N. I especially like the strip poker idea. For charity, of course.”
“That’s enough,” Tony glares at Bucky, “Y/N, any real suggestions?”
You swear your blood stops in your veins, because no, you didn’t have any real suggestions. In fact, part of this job makes you feel like you’re drowning, and the ability to think outside the box is far out of your reach when you can barely think inside of it.
“Um,” you stutter, listening to Bucky chuckle victoriously across from you, “Sir, I—”
“No, then. Great. Let’s move on. Rogers, how are things on your end?”
Your eyes close under the embarrassment and you're sure you look about as incompetent as anyone can get. After a moment, you look over to Steve, who’s preparing to speak. He gives you a compassionate smile, which you return. He’s always been nice to you. Your first day on the job, he walked you all the way to Tony’s office. He brings you coffee from the breakroom frequently, and he always backs you up in meetings when he can tell you’re nervous. Your favorite part about it all is that he doesn’t have to do any of it.
Bucky rudely clears his throat, earning your attention back. You narrow your eyes, trying your best to show your annoyance in one glance. He just smirks and raises his elbow up on the arm rest, waving his metal fingers at you.
Once the meeting clears, you take your time collecting your things. Bucky escapes without a second thought while Steve hangs around, giving you a gentle and reassuring smile when you stand from your chair.
“Strip poker, huh?” he teases.
You roll your eyes, “I never suggested that.”
Steve laughs easily, leading you out of the conference room. He holds his arm out, allowing you to walk through first, and the blush that rises to your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed, you’re sure.
“I know you didn’t. Bucky’s brain is… unique.”
He watches you smile as he walks by your side down the hall, where you spy Bucky himself, leaning against the wall and flirting with Tony’s intern. Your eyes roll once again as he leans in closer, grinning like a fool as she smiles up at him with hopeful eyes. You’re sure he’s loving it.
“It sure is,” you mutter, “How’s Sam?”
“He’s good, you know, he’s spending some time with his sister and nephews…”
Steve’s voice trails off in your head as you pass by Bucky and his beloved intern. You catch his eye as you pass, glaring at him. He smirks, his eyes shamelessly checking you out even while he’s in the middle of flirting with another woman.
“Excuse me, sweetie,” Bucky mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and following behind you. With a smirk, you start swaying your hips a little bit as you walk just to fuck with him. You hear a groan from behind you, which widens your smirk greatly. “What are you two gossiping about up there?”
Steve sighs, “Do you have to be a dick every second of your life?”
“Makes things more interesting,” Bucky shrugs, “Hey, great idea in the meeting today, Y/N. I really enjoyed that panicked look on your face at the idea of disappointing Tony.”
Before you can muster up a response, Steve stops and turns around, setting his wide palm on Bucky’s chest.
“I think that’s enough, Buck,” Steve warns, “Come on, man.”
Bucky’s jaw clenches as he looks from Steve down to you, trying to stand tall even though both men tower over you — even when you’re in heels.
“You come on, Stevie,” Bucky mutters, “She can take it. Can’t you, Shortcake?”
“Stop calling me that,” you snap.
Bucky laughs, “It’s all friendly fun. I embarrass you in meetings, you get to sit across from my handsome self—”
Your eyes narrow, “You really don’t know how to apologize, do you?”
“Of course I do,” Bucky scoffs.
“Sure,” you mumble, spinning around and preparing to walk away, “You embarrassed me, Bucky. When you’re ready to apologize, I’ll be waiting.”
As you walk away, your heels against the tile being the only thing breaking the silence, you smirk when you hear Steve speak.
“Nice, Barney.”
A few minutes later, Steve drops by your office with a full mug of coffee. He’d perfected making it the way you like it, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. You thank him and then get back to work, stopping only when Bucky sticks his head in your office as he passes. His white button down and baby blue tie work wonders for his eyes, even though they still look darker than usual to you.
“Pizza or Chinese?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Chinese,” you reply, not bothering to look away from your computer screen.
He taps your doorframe with his hand as a signal that he heard you, then hurries away as quickly as he came. The smile that graces your face is the only thing that sticks around.
“Fuck. Oh, my God. Right there.”
You pull on his hair as he buries his face in between your legs, expertly switching between tongue-fucking you and sucking on your clit. You arch your back even further, dying to get closer somehow. Your moans grow louder as you feel his scruff brushing against your thighs every time he switches positions, which only fuels him to continue.
“Jesus— please don’t stop. Let me cum, please, I’m so close. So fucking close—”
He pulls back then, a smirk plastered on his face as his lips glisten with your slick. You whine, trying your best to pull him back down to your core by his hair.
“So, you forgive me, Shortcake?” Bucky asks.
“Yes, I forgive you, please, Buck,” you beg.
He grins and yanks your body down even closer to him, settling your legs over his shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss right above where you want him, listening to you cry out for more.
“God, I wish the guys at the office could see how you fucking beg for me,” he mutters, more to himself.
“Prick,” you mumble.
“What was that?” he questions, sucking your clit in his mouth for a second before he pulls away again, listening to you groan, “I don’t think I heard you.”
“Bucky,” you mewl.
“Alright, I’ll let you cum. But only because I’m so fucking sorry,” he remarks.
“Thank you, thank you— fuck.”
With one swipe of his tongue over your clit, you clench your thighs around his head as you release. Your eyes roll back and you have no idea what noises you’re making, but you’re too blissed out to care. He holds your hips steady as he continues tongue-fucking you through your orgasm, not faltering or stopping even once.
You come back down slowly, soft moans escaping from your lips as Bucky continues. The overstimulation sets in, and when you whine and push him away, he snickers. With one last gentle kiss to your core, Bucky pulls back and licks his lips clean, smirking as he does so.
“I fucking love the sounds you make when you cum, Shortcake,” he grins.
You sigh, “God, I wish you weren’t so good at that.”
“Why? Then you’d have an easier time not wanting to fuck me?”
“Yeah, actually,” you reply, sitting up on your elbows. Bucky had stripped you naked and then himself, although you hadn’t so much as touched him. He owed you, first. “I’m hungry.”
“Pizza’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, standing from the bed and sliding his boxers back on.
You frown, “I told you to bring Chinese.”
“I know,” he grins, earning a swat on the chest. He tosses his white button-down to you and watches as you cover yourself, lazily buttoning a few buttons before you stand.
He follows you out into the kitchen, where you collect the plates while Bucky grabs two beers out of the fridge. You open the pizza box and start tearing the slices apart to put onto the plates when Bucky leans his front to your back. He buries his face in your neck and presses his boner into your back, which has you swallowing harshly.
“Can we please have dinner like civilized people?” you grunt, doing your best not to arch into him.
Bucky scoffs, “There’s nothing civilized about the things I want to do to you, Shortcake.”
For a second, you consider giving in. You consider letting him bend you over this counter and fuck you before he feeds you. You fight to gain control of yourself, and when you do, you elbow him in the chest.
“At least let me eat before you get your fill and leave,” you mutter, shoving him off of you and grabbing your plate and your beer. You walk over to your kitchen table and sit down, centering yourself before he joins you.
Bucky grabs his plate and walks over, gripping his beer bottle tightly. He drops his plate down on the table like he would junk mail; his eyes beading into the side of your head.
“What does that mean?” he questions, “You’re the one who kicks me out every time. You stand up from the bed and say ‘You can go, Barnes’, then go shower me right off of you. Don’t think for one second I’m using you when it’s obviously the other way around.”
“Whatever,” you mumble, “Don’t yell at me.”
“If I was yelling, you’d know,” he replies, finishing off his beer and grabbing another, “Maybe you should apologize to me, now.”
“Fuck off,” you wave him away.
He takes his seat across from you and collects his plate, taking a huge bite of his food once he has hold of it. You keep your eyes focused down on your pizza, amazed that even after all this time, you never know what to say to Bucky. You don’t talk to him the way you talk to Steve — you never have.
“So,” he breaks the silence, his voice muffled through his food, “How long are you gonna let Rogers bring you coffee before you suck his dick?”
“Jesus, Bucky,” you shake your head, pushing your plate away from you, “Are you serious?”
“What?” he laughs, “You know that’s all he’s after, don’t you?”
“It is not,” you protest.
He snorts, “Okay. Finish your food.”
You just shake your head and finish off your beer, but don’t bother with another. Bucky finishes eating and sets his plate in the sink, then makes himself comfortable in your living room. The room is visible from the kitchen, and you watch as he flips on the TV from the couch.
“By all means, make yourself at home,” you call sarcastically.
He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. Come ride me.”
You ignore the shot straight to your center that comes with those words. Imagining riding him makes your stomach flip, but doing so while he drinks beer and watches TV just feels like you’re any other girl. With how often you and Bucky fuck, you don’t want that to be the case.
You enter the living room and snatch up the remote, turning off the TV. He furrows his brows and looks up at you with an accusing expression, to which you shrug.
“My house, my rules.”
“Fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “Come here.”
He wraps his arm around your waist while remaining seated, his need practically plastered across his face as he pulls you closer.
“We need a condom,” you remind him.
“No,” he growls, “Let me fuck you bare. Just this once.”
“Fuck no. I don’t know what you might have—”
“I’m clean,” he promises.
“Or who you’ve been fucking—”
“I don’t fuck anyone else, Shortcake,” he admits, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes, pulling away from him to go get a condom, “Good one, Barnes.”
“I’m serious.”
He’s gripping your waist like his life depends on it, dying to keep you still. He maintains eye contact, and when you look at him, you know he’s telling you the truth. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about it; the idea of Bucky inside of you with nothing between you an intimidating thought.
“Bucky—”
“Please,” he continues, “We’ve been doing this for how long, now? I want to cum inside you. Mark you as mine. Just this once.”
Mark you as his?
As far as you’re concerned, this is just about the sex. You’d never pegged Bucky as into that type of shit, and before now, you thought you knew all of his kinks. Even though you hate to admit it, hate to give in, the thought of satisfying every single one of his kinks excites you.
“Okay,” you practically whisper.
He grins, and without wasting any more time, he pulls you on top of him. His mouth meets your throat in a frenzy as he frees himself from his boxers, then tugs his dress shirt up, the one you have on, bunching it at your hips.
“Y/N, can I–” he stops himself and meets your eyes, feeling your warmth as you hover over him and wait for him to enter you, “Can I kiss?”
Kissing is rare in your sex with Bucky. The only times he really kisses you are in the office when he finds you all alone in the break room, not having enough privacy to shove his hand up your skirt. Occasionally, he kisses you before he leaves, but that’s only if you don’t get up from the bed first.
“Mhm,” you hum, rocking your hips back and forth, “You can kiss me.”
You see his smile for about half a second before he kisses you, tongue invading every inch of your mouth immediately. He swallows your moans as he guides you down onto him, moaning himself when you grind your hips.
“Holy shit,” he pants as you start to bounce, “God, you look so pretty when you ride me. Need this shirt off.”
He fumbles with the buttons and eventually gets so frustrated that he tears his own shirt open, tossing it away from you like it’s personally offended him. He pulls you in for another kiss, seemingly unable to get enough now that you’ve given him permission.
“Feels so good like this, Buck,” you tell him.
He grins, “It does, baby, it does. You’re perfect. Take me so fucking well. I have to cum inside. Who knows, maybe I’ll get you pregnant. What would people at work say then, huh?”
“Fuck, you just want Steve to know you’re fucking me,” you pant.
“Hell yes, I do. I can feel you squeezing me, Shortcake. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”
He shoves his hips up, his tip prodding that perfect spot inside you and forcing a gasp from your lips.
“Yes, Buck. Please.”
“Need you to say it,” he demands.
You’re close. So fucking close. All you need is his thumb to press lightly on your clit, and you’re sure you’d explode right here. That feeling, that desperation, would lead you to say anything to Bucky if he asked, just as long as he throws you over the edge afterward.
“Cum inside me, please,” you beg.
“Oh— shit, shit shit, cum for me, baby, now.”
His thumb meets that bundle of nerves right as he finishes inside of you, filling you to the brim as you ride out your own orgasm. The sex with Bucky has always been great, but something about this feels next level. It feels different. You don’t pinpoint it until you collapse on his chest, panting wildly as your brain catches up with your pleasure. He’s not treating you like any other girl. He’s making you feel special, cared about, praised. He’s never done that before — at least, not that you’ve noticed.
“Wow,” he mutters, “That was our best yet, I’d say.”
“Yeah,” you agree softly.
“You let me kiss you,” he observes, “Surprising.”
You swallow, hiding in his chest, “It’s a sex thing, Barnes. Don’t get cocky.”
“Right,” he remarks, “So, I guess you want me to go, then.”
He’s still inside of you, his cum slowly dripping out around him, and he’s talking about leaving. You frown and sit up, catching the vulnerable expression in his eyes.
“You could—” you start, watching his eyes light up, “I mean, if you want—”
“I want,” he says eagerly, “You have the softest fucking sheets.”
You laugh, and before he can help himself, Bucky leans up and pecks you on the lips. You’re taken aback by it, and for a moment, you don’t react. He pulls back and purses his lips, letting his eyes roam around the room so as to avoid yours.
“Um,” you swallow, “We could shower. I have some decent movies recorded.”
Bucky playfully rolls his eyes, “Legally Blonde does not count as a decent movie.”
“Hey,” you pout, “It’s a really good one. Just for that, we’re watching it.”
He grins, “Fine. But just so you know, Shortcake, I’m a cuddler.”
That shouldn’t make you smile, but it does. The butterflies that erupt through your chest should make you uncomfortable, but they don’t. In fact, the only thought your brain holds on a loop is how okay this all feels. Like maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to be just sex with him.
“I can deal,” you tease, “But, seriously. Shower. Your cum is dripping out of me.”
You watch Bucky’s face fall into seriousness and shock at once. He opens his mouth to speak, then presses his lips together, and gradually, his eyes fall to your center, where his cum is, in fact, dripping around him.
“Oh, my–” he stops, shifting you to his right so you lay out on the couch. Gradually and carefully, he pulls out of you and watches as it comes gushing out, leaking onto the couch.
“You’re gonna ruin my sofa,” you groan.
“I’ll buy you another,” he waves you away, eyes wide as he takes in the sight, “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Bucky.”
“Alright, alright, come on,” he takes one last look before he lifts you up, carrying you to the bathroom without a care in the world about the stain he’s left on your couch.
Bucky had certainly been right when he told you he’s a cuddler. You wake up with your back pressed into his chest, both of you taking up only about a quarter of your bed. His arm is tucked tightly around you, palm grasping your breast like it’s keeping him in place. Your alarm wakes you up, and for the first time in forever, you don’t want to get out of bed.
“Turn it off, Shortcake,” he groans, his morning voice waking you up more than any coffee could.
“Sorry,” you mumble, turning around to crawl over him to grab your phone off the nightstand.
“Mmm, stop moving.”
“You’re whiny in the mornings,” you fire back, shutting off the alarm.
“Let’s call out of work,” he decides, his eyes still plastered shut as he manipulates you back into your original position, “Nobody would catch on.”
“We’re not calling out,” you insist, “And you should go if you want to swing by your house and get clean clothes.”
He shakes his head, “I’ll wear what I wore yesterday. Steve will call me a slut, but I don’t care. Know why?”
“Why?” you indulge him.
“Because I came inside you last night, and that’s way more than he’ll ever get.”
“Jesus,” you mutter, sitting up, “That really went to your head.”
He smirks and turns on his back, sliding his left arm under his head. He flexes his muscles and watches you stare, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of him. You resist, given how you'd awakened in the middle of the night and kissed his neck until he woke up too, ready and willing to fuck you back to sleep.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks teasingly.
You narrow your eyes, “Which skirt Steve will like better. The blue one really shows off my curves, but the pink one makes my ass look amazing.”
“Mhm,” he nods, and without warning, he pounces on top of you, pushing you back onto the mattress. You squeal and giggle uncontrollably, squirming to try and break free.
“Teasing,” you say.
He smiles from above you, “Better be. I want you in that white dress today.”
“It’s at the dry cleaners. Try again.”
“That sexy white top and blue pants. White heels. I love that one on you.”
You bite your bottom lip to hide a smile, “Okay.”
Bucky’s eyes glisten with emotion, and when his gaze moves down to your mouth, you freeze.
“Can I kiss you good morning? Or is that against your rules?”
You swallow, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“Neither have I,” he confesses, “But with everything I’ve ever done to you, that’s hardly the most inhumane.”
He watches you purse your lips, waiting patiently for you to give him the go ahead. With an impatient sigh, you nod, pulling him down for a kiss.
His kiss feels more gentle, more passionate than it has before or did last night. By the time he pulls back, you’re desperate for more. He laughs when you whimper, already trying to pull him back in.
“If you’re ready for work by eight-fifteen, I’ll give you more,” he promises, “Go shower.”
His laugh fills the room when you hop up from the bed, shamelessly rushing into your bathroom and turning on the water.
At eight-eleven, you wonder when you became such a softie for Bucky Barnes. Thinking about where the two of you were yesterday versus today, you almost don’t believe it. At eight-thirteen, you don’t care how you got here, you just want more of him. At eight-fourteen, you rush into the kitchen with your heels on, smiling when you see him holding two thermos’ full of coffee.
“One minute to spare,” he smirks, standing in the same exact clothes he wore yesterday. His blazer is buttoned up, you notice, though it wasn’t before.
“I’m good,” you grin, “We have to get all this in now, because the second we walk into that building, I hate you again.”
“Same here.”
You smile, glancing down at his jacket, “Why is it all buttoned?”
He smirks again, “I may have ripped a button or two off when I gently removed it from you last night.”
“Oh, my God,” you deadpan.
“Come here. We don’t have a lot of time.”
He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth the second he has the opportunity. Quickly, his hands wander down to your ass and he palms it gently in his hands, grinning into the kiss as he does so.
“What?” you ask him.
“I’ve always wanted to grab your ass in this outfit.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re such a boy.”
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing you again, “We should go before I suggest moving to the couch.”
He waits for you while you collect your things, and it’s not until you stand in your driveway that you realize two things. Bucky’s car was parked outside your house all night — not too big of a deal, but still feels weird when you think of it — and the two of you have to go separately to work.
He walks ahead of you, unlocking his car and tossing his belongings onto the passenger seat.
“See you at the office, Shortcake. Don’t you dare come onto me,” he jokes.
You laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Barnes.”
He grins and gives you a semi-shy wave before he climbs into his car. He drives away the second you get into your own car, and you wait a few minutes for him to get up the road. You process the events of the past twenty-four hours as you drive to work, trying to figure out when exactly Bucky put those butterflies in your stomach. You push one thought in particular out of your head, wondering if, maybe, he’ll spend the night again tonight. It’s Friday, after all, so no work tomorrow.
By the time you park your car in the lot, you’re determined to ask him. He’s not fucking anyone else, right? That gives you confidence that he won’t reject you.
Bucky parked across the lot from you, and when you climb out of your car, he gives you a fake-friendly smile and wave.
“Morning, Y/N. How are you today?”
There’s one other employee walking from the lot to your building, so you know he’s just putting on the show to be funny. He watches as you roll your eyes and lock your car, heels tapping against the pavement as you walk.
“You’re getting a pretty early start with annoying me, Barnes,” you call over your shoulder.
He laughs, “Given how my morning went, I actually think I’m pretty far behind.”
He follows you into the building and both of you scan your badges, then head for the elevator. Steve’s standing, waiting, hands in his pockets and navy blue tie tight around his neck. At the sound of your heels, he turns and grins, earning a loud sigh from Bucky behind you.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets you.
“Good morning, Steve,” you reply.
“Good morning, Bucky,” Bucky mutters, narrowing his eyes at Steve, “Hey, buddy. I’m here, too.”
“Morning, Buck,” Steve laughs dryly, “You’re earlier than usual. Is this all a part of your plan to apologize to Y/N?”
Bucky snorts, “Oh, I apologized to her many times. She even forgave me. Loudly.”
You elbow him in the ribs then, giving Steve a fake smile, “He’s already pushing it.”
Steve laughs, “I can tell. Hey, did you get a chance to look at that loan file I sent you? It needs approval as soon as possible.”
“Not yet. I’ll look at it first thing,” you reply.
The elevator dings and the three of you file in. Steve motions for you to go first and then he walks in behind you, leaving Bucky last. Steve settles in to the left of you and Bucky to the right, where he takes advantage of Steve’s position. His knuckles skim your own, and when you yank your hand away, he grins.
“How was your night, Stevie?” Bucky asks, “Get laid?”
“No,” Steve replies, “I texted you, actually. Never heard back.”
“Oh,” Bucky shrugs, “I was getting laid.”
You choke on your own spit, earning both of their attention as you cough. Steve places his hand on your back, and if you weren’t choking, you’d see how Bucky tenses.
“You alright, Shortcake?” Bucky asks, a teasing hint to his voice.
“Fine,” you grunt, “Just not sure who would want to have sex with you.”
Bucky grins, but when Steve laughs, his face falls, “You’d be surprised. She’s pretty insatiable.”
“Right,” you roll your eyes.
“In fact,” he continues, “She woke me up in the middle of the night begging me to—”
The elevator doors open, and you step out before Bucky can finish his sentence. You take a deep breath and give them both a tight smile, then hurry away to your office before Bucky’s words can get to you even more.
It’s after lunch when you hear from Bucky again. He sent you an email, one which you took a while to open.
Y/N,
If you can find the time, please come to my office after your lunch break. I require your assistance on a very hard task. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.
Respectfully,
James B. Barnes
You knock on Bucky’s office door, noting how he closed all of his blinds. Part of you is nervous, the other part is desperate for a glance, a touch, a kiss, anything.
“Come in,” he calls.
You open the door, watching as he smirks when he sees you. His eyes skim over the outfit he asked you to wear, to which his smirk only grows.
“What is it, Barnes?” you question.
“Come in,” he repeats, “Close the door.”
You do as told, and once the door is shut, you smile at him. He ushers you over, pulling you into his lap. You’re barely comfortable when you feel him guide your ass over his boner, telling you exactly what he needs.
“Buck, we can’t,” you mumble.
“Yeah, we can. I have a meeting with Rog in ten minutes.”
You furrow your brows, “So, I’ll come back later.”
“No,” he grumbles, “I want you under my desk when he comes in. I want you to suck me off while he’s in here.”
“Oh, my God, so it’s a power thing?” you sigh, “That’s ridiculous.”
“Don’t like how he looked at you,” Bucky mutters, kissing your jawline, “Please. I’m so hard.”
“I have to get back to work—”
“The meeting will take twenty minutes. Fifteen if you make me cum. Please.”
“Of course I’ll make you cum,” you remark, “What if he sees me?”
Bucky’s desk has a slit in the middle at the bottom, allowing air to flow up where his legs rest. If Steve were to look down, granted he’d have to get very low to look underneath, he could see you.
“He won’t. He won’t see you. I promise.”
“Fine, but—”
A knock sounds on Bucky’s door again, and Steve’s voice rings through, “Barnes?”
“Under my desk, Shortcake,” he commands, helping you off his lap and onto the floor, “Come in, Steven.”
Bucky tucks himself under the desk, careful to leave room for you, while you hear his office door open. You reach up and work open his belt, feeling him tense already. You know this will be fun if he’s already so sensitive.
“Hey, man,” Steve greets him.
Bucky lets out a scruff laugh, “I’m really comfortable, Rog, I can’t stand and shake your hand.”
You freeze, wondering if you should zip his pants back up.
“Fair enough,” Steve replies, and you hear him sit.
As they start to talk business, you take Bucky out of his pants. He’s red and throbbing, clearly in need of some assistance. You spread his pre-cum around, and when you lean forward to kitty lick the tip, his hips buck.
“You alright, Barney?” Steve questions.
Bucky’s voice comes out harsh, “Fine.”
You grin and grip him tighter in your hand as you work him up and down, finally taking him into your mouth and sucking. You work your hand along the area you can’t take in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks every so often just for laughs. Bucky’s shoe taps your leg, as if a warning to tell you to slow down, but you pretend like you don’t understand him.
“What the fuck is your problem, seriously?” Steve asks him, “You’re sweating, dude.”
You know it’s because he’s trying not to fire off his load into your mouth too soon, which only makes you braver. You take him deeper, smiling around him when his palm covers the top of your head and tries to yank you back.
“Shit—I’m fine. Just a little, uh, anxious.”
“About the numbers?”
“Um, yeah, sure, about the numbers,” Bucky replies, “Fuck.”
“Hey, Buck, didn’t you wear that tie yesterday?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, I, uh, told you I got laid last night.”
You can’t see Steve, but you slow down, shifting your weight and tucking your legs under you from where you sit.
“Yeah, but you don’t usually spend the night, do you?”
Bucky groans, “I don’t know, man.”
Steve seems to let it go, and with another few words, you hear his chair shove against the floor.
“I’ll see you later, Barnes— uh, is that Y/N’s heel?”
You freeze, pulling your leg up closer to you, and listening as Steve audibly gasps. You free your mouth and peak your head forward enough to catch Bucky’s expression; his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide.
“Oh, shit.”
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You Deserve The World - Patri Guijarro x Reader
I love Patri and there's not enough of her out there! Trying to work on writing shorter fics, but it's proving difficult, so here you go.
Reader's girlfriend breaks up with her over the phone, Patri wants to treat her right since she's liked her for ages.
You were sat down next to Claudia, Ana-Maria and Patri sat opposite the both of you, with Patri facing you. Training had been long and gruelling, but you’d made it. Food was calling your name. You were happily eating and laughing at the girls’ jokes when your phone rang.
You reached for your phone in your pocket, seeing your girlfriend’s name on the screen. The both of you had been fighting over the last few weeks. There was always something that would anger her, always something that you’d done. You had no energy for it anymore. It hurt to fight with someone whom you cared a lot about.
You answered the phone quickly, not thinking it would be anything important. Although, it was odd for her to phone you while you were training. The three girls looked over at you, wanting to know who it was. They were your best friends and knew how tough the relationship had been for you over the last few weeks. They were there as a shoulder for you to cry on, and a sofa to sleep on when she’d kick you out. They were nothing but supportive. As they got back to their food, their heads snapped up when they heard your voice raise.
“Why would you do that now?! Are you kidding me?!” You got up from the chair, as the three girls stared at you. Patri got up to join you outside, but Ana pulled her back down to sit.
“Leave her. It doesn’t sound too good.” She said, with a mouth full of salad.
“More reason for me to go out to her.” Patri said.
“Leave it for a little. It sounds like a conversation that needs to be had.” Ana shrugged.
“You think that was her girlfriend?” Claudia asked.
“Almost definitely.” Ana leaned back in her chair, trying to get a better look at you through the window, but she couldn’t see you.
“She’ll be fine, Pats. Don’t worry.” Claudia tried to calm Patri’s nerves. Patri always had a soft spot for you. She loved being around you and hated the way your girlfriend treated you. She would constantly be lost in her daydreams of imagining the both of you together. The things you’d do as a couple, the things she could say to you without a worry, and treating you the way you deserve to be treated.
A part of her was happy that you were fighting with your girlfriend. It gave her some hope of a break-up. She hated thinking that way, especially about you. The other part of her was angry. Angry at your girlfriend for even thinking of yelling at you, for criticising you for little to no reason in her mind, for kicking you out multiple times, for making you cry, and for making you feel as if you weren’t good enough. Patri wanted to show you what it’s like to be treated right.
It had been ten minutes since you’d left the room to take the phone call. Patri had been unable to sit still, needing to know if you were okay.
“I’m going to see her. She’s taking too long out there.” Patri got up, not giving a chance for the other two to answer her.
Patri left the building, looking around for you. She found you sitting cross legged on the last step leading to the car park, playing with a stray piece of grass sticking out of the pavement. As she walked closer to you she noticed the small sniffling and tears streaming down your face. She sat next to you, waiting for you to start, knowing you needed time to wrap your head around something upsetting.
“She broke up with me. Said she couldn’t see a future with me in it. That I wasn’t enough for her and she couldn’t count on me. She made me feel like it’s all my fault for the breakup. Even if it was inevitable.” You sobbed as Patri could only pull you into her, not knowing what to say to you. She was so angry that she knew the words would be unfair on you at that moment. She just kept you close, kissing the crown of your head every few minutes until you calmed down.
“I knew it was coming, so I don’t even know why I’m crying. I was so unhappy in that relationship.”
“It doesn’t mean you can’t miss what it used to be.” Patri wiped the tears that came from your eyes as you looked up to her, the words hitting you harder than they should’ve. You gripped into her shirt, as your head hit her chest.
The both of you had stayed out on the steps until the tears subsided.
“Are you okay?” Patri asked quietly, knowing it was the stupidest question on earth.
“Feeling a bit better.”
“How about we get our stuff and go back to mine. I can make you some food and we can watch whatever you want, and have a sleepover.”
“What about the meeting?” You asked.
“I’ll say you were ill and I drove us here so I have to take you home. Let me worry about it, okay?”
You nodded. Patri told you to wait on the steps as she quickly ran back in to collect your things, along with hers. She didn’t bother telling Ana and Claudia the both of you were going, she’d message them later. Patri spoke to Jonatan who understood the circumstances, and was back out to you in no time.
You couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness, jogging back out to you in what felt like record time. She held her hand out to help you up off the floor, which you gladly took. You didn’t let go of her hand until you got to the car, something which had Patri smiling more than she probably should’ve.
—-
The both of you spent the evening watching films, eating Patri’s famous paella, and Patri telling you jokes to make you laugh. You’d almost forgotten about the trauma of the afternoon. As you were watching the TV, Patri chanced a look at you. How could someone treat you so terribly? She watched you as you took a sad sigh. Patri sat up.
“You okay?”
“I will be. You’re just amazing for doing this.”
“I know you’d do the same for me. I just wish I could beat her up or something for you.”
Laughing because you knew it was true, “you just always know what to say and what to do. You’re an amazing friend, Pats.”
Patri gave you a tight lipped smile as you made yourself comfortable on top of her. Her arms pulling you in as much as they could around your waist. She faced the TV, couldn’t help but be disappointed. But what did she expect? You’d just come out of a relationship, you wouldn’t just jump into her arms and announce your love for her. Even if Patri would love nothing more. She’d wait for you.
——
Patri treated you with so much kindness and love that you had realised what it felt like to be loved again. She never pushed you to be anything other than yourself. You could be your true self around her, something you could never be with your ex. You were constantly walking on egg shells around her, but not with Patri. If something was out of its place, Patri wanted to talk about it. However small it was, Patri wanted to find a solution. She was always there for you whenever you needed a hug or just someone to talk to. Not only was she just there, but she wanted to be there for you.
——
Almost a year later, Patri was still waiting for you. She never knew when there was a right time to bring up the fact that she genuinely loved you. Did you feel the same way? That was a question on her mind a lot. Patri couldn’t find the right words at the right time. Whenever it was just the two of you, she would shy away. Could never bring herself to say anything.
She knew the answer to the question after you’d accepted to go on a date with one of the Espanyol players, Nadezdha Karpova. You’d told her, Ana and Claudia that you’d decided to move on and that it had been too long since you’d gone out on a date. Nadezdha had asked you out confidently after the game against Barcelona, so you took her number and after thinking about it had decided to text her to say yes.
You weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted. You’ve been in your head for a while. You didn’t think Patri liked you back. It would be too much for your to expect. Not only had she been there for you since the breakup, but every day since. You had developed feelings for her, but thought it was impossible for her to feel the same. So you said yes to Nadezdha. She was nice, you thought. She wasn’t Patri, but it could be a way for you to get over Patri. She was your best friend.
——
Patri was at home that night. You said you’d message her when you got home. Patri was sitting on the sofa, watching whatever it was on the TV. She wasn’t paying much attention, not when the only thing catching her attention was. Why didn’t she stop you from going on the date? She could’ve told you how she really felt. Ana had given her a look of sympathy after you’d said you were off on the date. Patri gave a short smile back, berating herself for waiting so long.
She heard a knock at the door. It was only 9.15pm, but she wasn’t expecting anyone. Opening the door, she was shocked to find you there. Standing in a beautiful black dress finishing at the middle of your thighs. It took a second for her to control herself.
“Y/N. What are you doing here? Did the date finish early or something?”
You walked in, used to the other girls home now, “I’m an idiot. And I’m just going to say this now otherwise I’ll explode. I like you. A lot. I really like you. I think about you all the time, and every time I’m not with you I want to be with you. You mean the world to me, and while I was out on the date I realised that. I was sat there wishing it was you who was sat opposite me, wishing it was your voice I was listening to instead of hers. I just wanted to say that.” You took a massive breath out, “I’ll go. You’re more than welcome to delete my number and ignore me for the rest of our lives.”
Patri stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. You’d said it. You’d actually said it. It wasn’t until you were closing the door that she realised she hadn’t said anything back to you. She ran out of the door, wearing a pair of shorts, socks and her sports bra.
“Y/N! Wait! Same.”
You turned around, seeing a smiling Patri. You looked her up and down, the cutest human being stood in the corridor of her flat’s building.
“Same?”
“I feel the same as you. I’ve liked you for ages. I hate how your ex treated you because I knew I could treat you better. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. So I waited until you were ready. But then you said you were going on that date, but I wanted you to be happy. And whenever you’re happy, I am too. You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give you as much of it as I can.”
A single tear escaped from your eye. How could you be so blind? The girl of your dreams was right in front of you. Not in your ex, not in another football player, but in your best friend. You walked up to her as her arms went around your waist, automatically now as they had done many times before.
“I’m sorry I never told you sooner.”
“I promised myself I’d wait for you.” She smiled as you looked down to her lips and back up to her glowing brown eyes. You leaned in, hoping she’d meet you halfway, which she was eager to do.
Your lips met. Your stomach filled with butterflies as she pulled you closer, your hands reaching up to her face needing more from her. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this moment. Patri backed you into the wall opposite her flat, her tongue asking permission to enter, in which you gladly granted. Both of your breathing ragged, as her lips travelled down your neck, biting and licking. Patri returned back up to your lips, pulling you by your dress towards her front door. She pulled back from you with wide eyes.
“I forgot my keys.”
Your hair a mess and your eyes black, of course this would happen. You both laughed. Patri stood there in her evening wear while you were definitely overdressed for the occasion.
“Mine it is then.” You said. Patri held your hand as the both of you made your way down the street towards your flat. Patri regretting just closing the door and running out with nothing, but she wouldn’t change the way it had ended.
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wait draco fucking his arranged marriage wife on a couch after she admitted to still seeing her ex (not knowing he has feelings for her obviously) and he’s like oh? can he fuck you like this tho?
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
warning(s): 18+, adultery, arranged marriage, slight degradation
word count: 3.0k
a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it ran away from me as i started writing. this is the longest thing i’ve written on tumblr so far and i hope you all enjoy it! one of my own person favorites.
Another day felt like another day wasted in the walls in the stuffy Manor you called home. Except it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t another day.
No. After weeks of trying to get your husband to open up to you, you had had enough. It was an arranged marriage, and although you were no fool and had no pretenses of pretending to love him, you’d at least like to get to know the person you called your husband.
Back in school you had always thought the infamous Draco Malfoy was rather handsome, anyone would be a fool to deny it. He was confident and popular, great at Quidditch, and seemed like the perfect gentleman - everything you could want in a husband. Turns out it was the opposite. All the feelings you thought you might develop for him were unrequited, and he ignored you at every turn.
So you took it into your own hands to get what you were so desperately craving: physical affection. It didn’t take much, truly. All you did was send an owl to your ex boyfriend from your school days and one thing led to another until you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and rocked to your core with pleasure.
But now you were back in your ‘home’, wasting away within the walls of the Manor with your husband nowhere to be found.
It wasn’t until hours later, when you were getting ready to push yourself up from the couch to head to bed, did the fireplace flash green, signaling his arrival home.
“Hello. How was your day?” You asked politely, hoping just this once he might fall into a normal conversation with you.
“Fine,” he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at you as he emptied his pockets and put down his very important briefcase that was a mystery to you.
A blaze of frustration ran through your body, desperate to get more out of this man than just one word. A crazy thought came into your head, to tell him about your day, but you pushed it aside. No, Malfoy’s wouldn’t think highly of a girl who committed adultery within weeks of marriage. But…
“My day was great,” you told him, rather impulsively.
At first he seemed shocked that you even said anything, the conversation usually reached its end by now. But he recovered quickly, politely asking “And what was so great about your day?”
Naturally, you could lie. Tell him you met up with your female friends for lunch. Tell him you read a good book. Tell him anything but the truth. But…
“I reacquainted myself with my ex boyfriend from school,” you told him, daring to look him in the eye as you spoke.
“Reacquainted? How?” He asked, a series of emotions flashing over his face that you had never seen before. It sent a thrill through you to see him showing any emotions at all.
Again, you could lie. Tell him you met him for lunch. Tell him that you ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Tell him anything but the truth. But…
You knew even if the truth did come out, he would have to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t dare be seen as a spineless cuckold as his wife went around sleeping with whomever she pleased.
“I owled him a few days ago, asking to meet him,” you began, watching as his face contorted into something akin to anger. “I went to his home, for lunch, and it didn’t end with lunch.”
You left the end of your short story rather ambiguous, wanting to see what he’d do with the information you presented him. He had barely moved from his place by the fireplace, but the look he was giving you could set you up in flames if he wanted it to.
“So, what? You fucked him?” He asked, the politeness in his voice giving way to the anger he was feeling.
In a sick way, it pleased you to see him angry. Gave you a sense of pride that you, the wife he had seen fit to ignore, could get such a rise out of him.
“Yes, seeing as you haven’t even touched me,” was your spiteful reply, foolishly placing the blame all on him despite your own actions.
“You stupid, silly little girl,” he said under his breath as he stalked over towards you, menacing in just how much bigger he was than you. “You don’t fucking understand a thing about me, do you?” He asked, hovering over you, his hands braced on the back of the couch that you were still seated on, your faces inches apart.
“You don’t let me. You never speak to me,” you argued, ready to turn this into a fight filled with low blows if he really wanted it to go that way.
“You think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Having some girl I’ve barely met in my house looking terrified of me every time I come near her? Suffering through your daily attempts to talk to me, but knowing how unbearably uncomfortable you are in being here? You think I wanted this? For either of us?” He asked seamlessly, almost in a rush to get all of his thoughts out before he thought better of it. A look of hesitation passed his face for a brief moment before he continued on, more quietly now. “You think I wanted the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off for a single day after fifth year hating being in my presence? Going behind my back to fuck someone else because I’ve held myself back in case she was uncomfortable doing anything more than just acting like my wife?”
He didn’t meet your eye at first, but when he did you saw the weight of his emotions. He was hurt, by himself and by you. He was jealous of the man you had chosen to spend your day with. He was terrified of your reaction to his words. He was furious he even had to have this conversation, in this way, in this situation. He was relieved he finally got it all out.
“Wh- What are you saying?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to twist his words to meet your own fantasy of having a loving husband.
He took a deep breath before he answered, but made no moves to rid himself of his proximity to you. “Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment we met. But having an arranged marriage, I couldn’t do much more but assume you didn’t share the same feelings as me.”
“Oh,” was all you could even say back, too overwhelmed to think of anything else. You searched his eyes for the lie, but they held nothing but the raw truth. He must have seen something in your eyes as well, because his tone shifted into something else entirely before he spoke again.
“Now, Y/N, I think we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t make my intentions clear with you. I intend to be a good husband, a loving husband. And yet despite my best efforts to be the perfect gentleman so far, you went behind my back to sleep with some other man. And what does that say about you?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke.
You were sure he could hear your heart rate from how close he was, your pulse racing at his words. “I- I don’t know,” you stuttered, willing to let him take this wherever he saw fit.
“I’m not going to place the blame all on you, because I know I haven’t been perfect. But one might say that you’re a dumb little whore, and I might be inclined to agree. A stupid, little girl trapped in her big, posh Manor. Going out to let any guy fuck her, not even knowing that her husband can fuck her better than anyone else could.”
“And you could fuck me better than someone I know can?” You asked incredulously, shocked at the words spilling from his mouth. But even if you tried, you couldn’t deny the way he was so sure of himself, so sure he could please you better than any man, aroused you to no end.
He let out a dark chuckle and looked at you, amused. “Of course I could, darling. That is, if you give me the chance,” he told you in a teasing tone, before pushing himself off of the couch to walk away.
“Wait,” you started, once again acting on impulse. You might regret your next words, but damn it if you weren’t curious. And he was your husband after all. “Prove it.”
“Prove it?” He asked, turning on his heel to face you again, a victorious grin written across his face. When you nodded, he only lifted a brow before he continued. “Now? Haven’t you had a long day of, oh how did you put it, ‘getting reacquainted with your ex’?”
“You talk a big game, Draco. Now I’m asking you to prove it. Scared?” You asked, baiting him.
In a split second and a flurry of movement later, he had you laying down against the couch, pressed into the expensive fabric, with his weight on top of you, pinning you down.
“I’ll give you one last chance to back out of this. Tell me now, otherwise I’m going to fuck you through this couch,” he said through gritted teeth, clearly fed up with your antics.
Without even thinking, your lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. Lips you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. You hadn’t even remembered what they felt like until his tongue was darting along your bottom lip, hastily requesting entry.
As your kiss remained heated, he was expertly shedding you both of your clothing until you were almost bare. He had only left you in your small, lace thong in the aftermath of his destruction.
His hands traveled your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge of your skin. The moment your bra came off, your breasts were in his hands, easily rolling your nipples until you were gasping for air. He swallowed all your noises greedily, as if you were feeding them to a starved man.
It wasn’t until he pulled away, his hands resting on the waistband on your underwear, did you have a moment for a coherent thought.
“One last time, are you sure Y/N?” He asked as if it was painful for him. As if it was the case that you said no, it would be immensely difficult for him to pull himself away. As if it was the case that you said no, he’d die a painful death at your feet.
“I’m sure,” you said softly, not wanting him to think for a second that you had any hesitant thoughts about this moment.
As he slowly pulled down your final layer of clothing, it gave you a chance to finally look at him.
And he was beautiful.
He looked like an ancient Greek statue, perfectly carved and crafted out of marble come to life. His perfectly defined lines, his impossible definition, his muscles in all the right places. Your eyes eventually traveled down to his cock, and your breath hitched when you finally saw how large he was. If you had known this all along, perhaps you wouldn’t have sought out another man for your pleasure.
He seemed to be taking you in just the same. His eye trailing down your body with such reverence that you felt like an ancient Greek goddess yourself, if only for a moment.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear the words.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving him a shy smile when his eyes met yours again.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he told you, still in the soft tone that he had. He gracefully let his body fall back over yours, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand traveled the length of your body.
When he caught your lips again, it didn’t hold the same heat as before, but there was something new there. Something good. Something that could only be translated through your lips in that very moment. Something akin to adoration, worship, even love.
His hand stopped its travels at the apex of your thighs, expertly running his fingers over your clit and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were, and you felt his cock twitch against your stomach in anticipation.
He slowly opened you up for him with his fingers. First with one, then two, even venturing to three before he was content that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He didn’t rush the process, kept a slow, steady, predictable pace as he worked your body. And every time you got close to the edge, he’d gently bring you back down, leaving you a whining, writhing mess by the time he was aligning his cock with you.
“Draco, please,” you begged shamelessly, more than ready for him.
“Did you beg for him earlier?” He asked almost nonchalantly, teasing you with the tip of his cock.
He must have seen the shock on your face, shocked that he would bring it up in this moment, because he only chuckled before pushing inside of you, a gasp easily pulled from your lips at the intense stretch.
He didn’t fuck you gently, immediately starting with a breakneck pace that left you seeing stars from the first moment he bottomed out. You were easily rewarding him with your moans, letting him know just how good it felt without words. You couldn’t speak even if you tried.
But he talked. Oh, yes. He ran that pretty mouth of his as if he wasn’t thrusting so deep inside of you the couch was rocking.
“I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” He asked, right as you were beginning to climb that peak into a pleasurable abyss.
You gave him a feeble nod in return, not trusting your own mouth to properly respond.
“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, biting the question out through clenched teeth as if he was dreading the answer. “Tell me, Y/N, did he?” He asked, fucking you even harder now in his frustration.
“No,” you cried out, breaking free of your moans for a second to answer him. “He can’t fuck me like this,” you added, if only to stroke Draco’s ego, but nevertheless it was true. No one could fuck you like this.
“Cum for me, let me feel you,” Draco said, lowering his head into the crook of your neck to ground himself, trying to fight off his orgasm until you got yours.
It didn’t take much longer after that. He had worked you up so much beforehand that your orgasm came to you easily and came with such a force you were left breathless in its wake. Your nails carved down Draco’s muscular back, sure to leave delightful scratch marks that you could study later, as you cried out in bliss.
The moment he felt your walls contract around him, he let himself go with a low groan. The sound was music to your ears, and only intensified the feelings you were experiencing. To have him so close, sharing in the same ecstasy you were, it was like magic.
When you both came down from your highs, he swiftly rearranged the both of you until you wrapped in his arms, both lying on the couch. It was a strange feeling, being in his arms for the first time like this. If someone had told you this would be happening only a few hours before, you would have laughed in their face. But now here you both were, sweaty and satiated, basking in the bliss of finally consummating your marriage.
The thought made you giggle, and when he shot you a perplexed look, you couldn’t help but explain.
“We finally consummated our marriage,” you explained, still giggling. “And don’t worry, by the way, I’m on the potion,” you thought to add, just in case kids weren’t looming in the future for him.
“Good to know you won’t be birthing any bastard children,” was his sullen response, clearly still hurt by the events of the day.
You shifted your body until you were looking directly at him, but he made no moves to pull his arms away from you. If anything, he held you tighter when he felt you move, unwilling to give up the moment.
“Look, I’m sorry about what I did today. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to you. And if I had known even a fraction how you felt about me, I wouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same about you. I was just feeling incredibly stuck in what I thought was a hopeless marriage, and I was lonely, so I sought out someone else. But now I understand that that isn’t the case, and I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that it will never happen again,” you told him, putting everything out there for him.
“You feel the same?” He asked timidly, after a moment of deliberation. There was a look of hope on his face, and never in your wildest dreams would you shut down such a rare display of emotion from him. Then again, you may be expecting more of his emotions from here on out.
“Yes. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the little bits of you that I do know, I like. I want this to work, Draco. I want this to be a real marriage. All I wanted was a shot.” you said, just praying he wanted the same.
“‘I’ll admit, I wasn’t a good husband to you by any means, and I probably unknowingly pushed you into doing what you did. But now that our intentions are out there, I’d like nothing more than to give this a real shot,” he responded, that newly familiar look of hope in his eyes present once more.
In that moment, you could both feel it. The beginning of something great.
#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#draco malfoy smut#Draco Malfoy Headcanon#draco malfoy imagine#draco malfoy blurb
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Little Secret
pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader
synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.
warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon
word count: 2.4k
a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍
It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.
So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails.
But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants.
But you're not exactly doing anything about it.
"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug.
You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."
"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."
"I-I ruined it!"
"The washing machine—"
"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"
Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.
Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.
"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head.
"Feel it."
He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."
You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."
"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast.
Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."
He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets.
At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.
"You can't take them off?"
"Mm-mm," you shake your head.
He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.
"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave.
He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.
"Please!"
As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.
"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.
After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.
He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.
But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better.
"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.
He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."
"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.
"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."
He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."
Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.
"Hm? You're not dirty?"
"I'm not dirty there."
"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?
"Down," you vaguely murmur.
He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"
You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia.
“You want me to stop?”
“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”
“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”
“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.
He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”
With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.
Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.
Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.
You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple.
"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.
"Are you close, love?"
You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle.
You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…"
"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.
He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair.
When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"
"Bed."
"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.
Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas.
He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."
All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.
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Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!
I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.
Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh
I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)
Albedo - Yandere Profile
tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking
tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)
What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for “normal” people who aren’t social recluses.
He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed.
He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.
It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.
He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.
The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.
If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.
“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”
“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”
How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.
Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.
How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”
At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.
He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.
How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
He gets more frustrated than anything, when you’re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.
With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.
Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.
How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.
He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.
Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?
Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.
Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.
General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.
He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.
Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.
He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.
A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.
How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.
“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”
What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.
Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms
Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.
He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.
“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”
How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?
He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.
Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.
What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?
Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.
In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.
What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.
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SAKAMAKI'S WITH A MALE S/O
All Sakamaki brothers x male reader
WARNINGS: None
SHU
He doesn't mind dating men, it makes no difference to him. If anything Shu expects you to take care of him, do any and everything he asks of you.
If you are taller than him Shu would want you to nuzzle him while you sleep. Props to you if you have muscles or are built-in any way! he’ll make you his pillow. Lying his head on your chest, listening carefully to your heartbeat.
• Eventually, Shu will find it difficult to sleep without his very endearing "heater". Anticipate him in your bed nearly every evening.
I think he finds low voices desirable. Waking up with his head in your neck, murmuring a low "good morning" in his ear is almost blissful. If you know how to sing, then sing him a lullaby. He lives for that kind of affection.
REIJI
Appreciates level-headed, well-mannered, intelligent men. Reiji wants to be able to hold a mature conversation without stressing himself out. A nice one-on-one lively debate with a cup of tea is ideal.
Can be quite submissive. He'll allow his partner to have their way with him, privately of course. Reiji adores when his partner kisses his hands, holds him by the waist and makes him feel secure.
Dressing neatly in a nice button-up shirt, black slacks, maybe even a few accessories is one of his favorite looks on you.
But seeing you with a suit on, hair combed back makes him weak. Reiji enjoys the idea of being the only man knowing how soft and sweet you are beneath your strict, formal attire.
AYATO
Likes sporty, energetic guys who have muscles and pronounced abs. He'd love playing basketball with you and proving how much better he is. You had no problem with this, it's making the relationship work.
Ayato would be confused about his sexuality. He'd tell himself there's no way in hell he could love another man. But he always seems to forget when you spend time together.
Wants to know how much he means to you. Let him know he's good enough for you and you'll keep him safe. Although Ayato has too much pride to say how much he appreciates you, his possessive behavior speaks for itself.
He wants to be better than you. Ayato hates that he can't overpower you, and he can get extremely toxic because of it.
KANATO
The triplet likely prefers men over women. Kanato loves being held and babied by someone taller than him. He doesn't mind feminine men though, he'd dress him up in girly clothing.
Kanato expects constant love and affection. He'll hook his arm around yours everywhere you go together, asking you to carry or get anything he wants.
He'd make outfits for you to wear, maybe even some for himself so you can match! He wants the world to know you're his and he dares someone to try and take you.
LAITO
He likes your smell, it's truly intoxicating. Please wear expensive Cologne, Laito is a sucker for it.
He'd hate if you're stronger than him, he wants to be in control and it's hard. So he'd rather have a shy or easily embarrassed guy. He could easily manipulate him and stay in control.
Laito's into soft guys, he thinks they're adorable. Laito is such a tease so when he makes you, a man blush, the feeling is euphoric. Would make fun of how sensitive you are, but he doesn't mean any harm...well sorta.
SUBARU
I think he'd like shorter guys, it makes him feel like he can protect you. But if you are taller nothing would change.
Loves to admire your features, preferably at night so you can't see how red his face is. Sometimes he wonders how a man could be so beautiful. If you do catch him stealing a kiss from you, don't say anything or he'll be too embarrassed to do it again.
Subaru doesn't mind making his relationship known, somewhat. After all, you're perfect and he wants people to know you are his. He's too shy to say anything verbally, so hopefully holding hands and quick kisses will be enough.
#diabolik lovers headcanons#diabolik-lovers-headcanons#diabolik lovers#male s/o#x reader#kanato sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#laito sakamaki#shu sakamaki#ayato sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#sakamaki brothers
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More Than Enough
||part one||
pairings: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader
summary: steve rogers always made you feel like you weren’t enough until one day you decided to choose someone who would show you how you deserve to be treated
warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of past emotional abuse, slight angst
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||main masterlist||steve rogers masterlist||bucky barnes masterlist||
Steve Rogers was someone you believed would love you forever but over the years he proved that you would never be enough for him. The two of you had to figure out a way to get along for the sake of your son who Steve was only just building a bond with, three years after he was born. "I just don't understand why he's so closed off from me, but is so open with Bucky." Steve exclaimed jealously laced in his tone "Steve you have to remember Bucky has been there for the both myself and James long before he was even born. He's done a lot for us so he's a familiar figure in James' life, you've only just come into his life so be there for him so he can trust you." Before Steve could respond, your son came out of his playroom and interrupted your discussion, "Sorry mumma, I just couldn't get him to wait." Bucky said sending a wink your way which wasn't missed by Steve. "Bucky said he would take me out for ice cream so you and Mr Rogers can talk. Can we, can we?" He asked, not noticing the way Steve's face dropped. "Of course baby. Go and have fun with Uncle Buck." With that you sent him on his way pressing a gentle kiss upon his forehead.
"So that's it, James is only close with Bucky because the two of you are fucking. I'm gone for a few years and you move onto my best friend like a whore. Don't even try to lie to me. I can see it in your body language." The solidier shouted absolutely furious with what he believed had bene happening whilst he was gone. "Steve you left! Not the other way round I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Bucky was there for me from the moment you left, who do you think was in the delivery room with me whilst our son was being born! You don’t get to come back and be all caring for a month claiming you want me back and that you want to have our family together and then call me a whore when YOUR friend starts flirting with me. Just get out Steve.” Once you were done you were angrier than ever and you knew what needed to happen.
Bucky arrived back a few hours after Steve left, “Hey we’re back, how did yours and Steve’s chat go?” Bucky asked his footsteps faltering when he saw the state you were in, “hey what happened, what did he say to you?” He asked whilst pulling you into a comforting embrace, “He accused me of sleeping with you and called me a whore, Buck I’ve never seen him so angry.” You explained between sobs calming down as you felt the mans hands comforting you. “Doll go upstairs, get into some comfy clothes, I’ll cook dinner tonight and we can forget everything Steve said.” Bucky had never wanted someone more than he wanted you but he understood how you felt about Steve so he was focused on being there for you as a friend. “Buck, this is amazing Steve never cooked for me so thank you.” This act alone caused your heart to flutter.
A Few Months Later:
It had been a while since your last encounter with Steve and you hadn't seen him since the day he blew up at you. His relationship with James had been built; however, his one with Bucky had crumbled. After seeing the outcome of the way he treated you and hearing the things you were accused of, Bucky knew it would be best for him to cut Steve out of his life as well so the two of you could focus on building your relationship and being there for James. The super soldier quickly began showing you how you were more than enough for him. It started almost instantly.
Your First Night Without James:
Bucky knew your agreement with Steve would be difficult especially as you had never been away from your son before. “I just hate that he has to go, Steve doesn’t know that he only likes his sandwiches cut into triangles.” Bucky quickly cut off your rambling and informed you that you needed something nice for what he had planned for you. “Bucky, where are we going? That requires the both of us to be dressed so nicely?” You asked the soldier in confusion, “well my love you needed a distraction so here I am to be your distraction.”
When the two of you arrived at Bucky’s surprise you were gobsmacked, “Doll, you excited for this?” He asked with a smile knowing you had always wanted to come to this fancy, overpriced restaurant.
Whilst the night progressed, the man kept his focus on you and what you wanted. “Thank you for tonight you can go with that waitress. I know she was sending you signals.” You told the soldier with a sad smile, “what waitress? All my focus has been on you beautiful” Once again the man showed you that all he needed was you. However, you were still too afraid to admit him and your son were all you needed.
Sam Gets Bucky A Date:
“Barnes you can’t be alone forever. You agree with me right?” Sam asked, hoping he could play on the jealousy you were both feeling in order to get you both to admit your feelings for one another. “Yeah everyone deserves someone who will love them unconditionally. Go on the date Barnes, she may be the one for you.” Your agreement only seemed to annoy both of your friends. “I don’t want some random woman, I want you!” The soldier exclaimed hoping this wouldn’t cause any problems between the both of you and that you would feel the same and finally admit it. “You are enough for me.It’s you that I’m interested in nobody else. I don’t want to go on some stupid date when I could have you.” The man stated with a nervous smile hoping you felt the same so he wouldn’t have to cope with Sam trying to set him up. “Bucky, I've never been enough for anyone. Nobody has ever wanted just me but I do want you as well.” You told the super soldier with a smile.
Your First Date:
Your first date with Bucky had you filled with anxiety, especially now you knew he reciprocated your feelings and hadn’t been with anyone since Steve first abandoned you. Wanda had taken it upon herself to help get you ready for the date as she knew you would try and talk yourself out of going in fear of upsetting Steve. “Wanda, I have strong feelings for Bucky and have for such a long time but I’m scared he’s going to hurt me like Steve has.” You explained to the witch, “You should know by now that Bucky is head over heels for you and has been since the first time you kissed, he wants that American dream with YOU not anyone else, he’s been like a father to your son since the day he was born.” The witch told you hoping she’d be able to calm your nerves. Before dropping you to your date.
Once the two of you arrived at the abandoned field, you were once again in awe of this man and the way he treated you “Buck this is amazing, how did you find the time to set all this up?” Before he explained you were pulled into a loving embrace, “Well darling, for you I’ll always find the time, I’ve already told you I want to be the man who makes you understand you deserve the world and more.” One date quickly became two which then led to an endless stream of dates.
His Vows:
The relationship between yourself and Bucky hadn’t always been easy especially at the start as both of you were terrified of hurting Steve, the day your lover proposed was the second happiest day of your life, nothing would ever beat the birth of James.
The day of the wedding was another time that the super soldier proved you were more than enough; his vows said it all. “I’m standing here today in front of everyone I care about ready to marry the woman I love. This is something I never believed could happen to me maybe before my time as the Winter Soldier, yes, but I never thought I would be able to find someone who would love me for all my past mistakes, the woman before me loves me for my past, presence and hopefully my future. I’ve spent years trying to show her that she deserves the world and I dedicated my life to proving to her that she deserves to be loved. I love you my darling and yourself and James are all I want in life. I love you my darling and I have since the first time we kissed all those years ago.” The soldiers' words had you close to tears as well as your guests. In all your years with Bucky he had been able to rebuild your confidence and showed you how you deserved to be treated.
This is something you never thought would be possible. Steve Rogers had made you feel like nobody would ever be able to love you for you and that somebody would always be better than you. However, Bucky Barnes believed the opposite; he thought you deserved better than him and that he would never be enough for you. However, the man was ready to spend the rest of his life loving you.
The Birth Of Your Daughter:
Bucky had been fearful about extending his little family; he believed things with James were different as the young boy still knew his father and only viewed Bucky as an uncle. How the man was wrong James always viewed Bucky like a father which is how you knew your husband was prepared to extend his family. The day you told him you were pregnant was nerve wracking as you feared Bucky would freak.
“Babe I have something to tell you and I’m hoping it doesn’t cause you to freak out,” The super soldier was instantly on high alert fearful that you would tell him you were leaving him. “I’m pregnant Buck, you're going to be a dad.” Your nerves increased when the man was yet to respond, “Are you serious?” Were the first words out of the man's mouth. “Papa! Muma has a baby in her belly, aren't you excited!” James exclaimed his excitement, hitting Bucky who quickly pulled you both into a loving embrace. “We’re having a baby,'' your husband said with excitement and love filling his heart.
The next nine months were hard, Buckyhad gone full on overprotective and was barely letting you do anything as he feared you may injure yourself or the baby. Having experienced your first pregnancy and childbirth together the two of you knew what to do but it hadn’t stopped Bucky from worrying.
“Bucky it’s time!” You shouted when you felt the water in between your legs. The man had everything ready and was quick to get you to the hospital where you gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl who was quick to capture everyone's heart. “Princess, you're going to break a few hearts in your time but nothing is going to break yours. You’ve got a big support system and everyone loves you already. Don’t tell your mumma but I think this little family might not be enough, if she keeps making such beautiful children. I’m afraid I’m going to keep wanting more.”
Thanks to Bucky Barnes you were able to learn to love yourself again.
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So difficult.
pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader
genre: fluff, best friends to lovers
warnings: nudity but not really? idk, let me know if I'm missing something
word count: 1,2K
description: basically you and Hyunjin are best friends and roommates. one night he catches you wearing one of his shirts and... let's just say that his reaction isn't what you were expecting
a/n: wrote this in 2019 and I just felt the need to re-write it. It's pretty different from what it was, hope you enjoy it 💜 Also yes, I was gonna write smut at the end but... idk I just didn't, maybe next time 😂
You sing along to the song you are listening to as you enjoy the last moments of your shower. At the same time, you can hear your roommate Hyunjin in the kitchen. When you arrived home 20 minutes ago, you found him in the kitchen, and he told you that he was cooking dinner tonight with a recipe that Felix gave him. You don't trust him one bit in the kitchen, but you are too tired from your long day to say anything. You basically spent the morning attending your classes and, after that, you went to the library to study for your finals, so you are physically and mentally exhausted. If he sets the kitchen on fire... Well, you'll deal with it later.
You turn off the water and get out of the shower. As you take your towel, you immediately notice that you forgot to bring clean clothes with you. You sigh as you look at the sweaty clothes you took off before taking your shower. There is no way you are putting them on again. You look around and see one of Hyunjin's shirts hanging on the door. Hyunjin hates ironing, so he hangs them in the bathroom once they are clean, and the humidity gets the wrinkles out. Apparently, it is an effective method.
"He's gonna kill me," you mutter to yourself, knowing what will happen if your best friend catches you wearing his clean shirt. However, you decide to take the risk. "He's busy in the kitchen anyway. He won't see me," you convince yourself as you take the shirt and put it on. After that, you gather your things and open the door. You walk to your room as quietly as possible, and you stop when you are next to the living room's door. From there, you can see Hyunjin still in the kitchen, facing away from you. You know you should keep walking, but you can't help staring for a few seconds more.
Hwang Hyunjin, your roommate and best friend, is attractive. You try to deny that reality most of the time, but it's in moments like this when you allow yourself to admire him without feeling guilty. Because falling for your best friend is a bad thing, and you know it can't go well. You never imagined this happening. Before living together, he was just Hyunjin, your best friend. But now? Now you know everything about him. You know what products he likes, what chores he hates doing, at what time he wakes up and goes to sleep, how his morning voice sounds... It's not your fault. It seems like he's doing it on purpose. How are you supposed to react when he's shirtless 90% of the time when you're at home? How are you not supposed to fall for him when he's always asking you to cuddle him and hugging you? Anyone would fall for him, so it's not your fault... Right?
You sigh and decide to keep walking and get to your room before he turns around and sees you. Once you're there, you close the door and go to your wardrobe to take clean clothes so you can get changed but, before you can do it, you hear the door of your room opening again, and you look at it holding your breath. You can't even react before your best friend walks into your room, looking at his phone.
"I give up cooking, is there anything you feel like-" Hyunjin stops talking as soon as he lifts his head and sees you, "or- ordering?" he finishes the question, stuttering. You feel his stare going from your naked legs, up to his shirt, the only thing covering your body, and finally your face.
He doesn't know if waking into your room right now was the best or the worst thing he could have done. It's difficult enough to act like he's not madly in love with his best friend daily, and now he has you half-naked in front of him. And what's covering half of your body is one of his shirts. As he looks at you, he wonders if the universe is testing him. He has always protected your friendship, knowing that what he felt for you could ruin it but, right now, Hyunjin doesn't know if he can do it anymore.
"Okay, listen, it's not what it looks like..." you say, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, really?" he says, smirking. "Because it looks like you're wearing the clean shirt I hung up in the bathroom this morning." He continues after a pause.
"Fine, maybe it is what it looks like, but..." your voice trails off as you see him approaching you, "but..."
"But?" Hyunjin asks, taking a few steps more so he's right in front of you. He's taller than you, so you need to tilt your head back to look at him in the eyes now.
"I'll wash it for you, I swear. I just forgot to bring clean clothes to the bathroom," you try to excuse yourself, but Hyunjin shakes his head. You look at him, confused.
"I'm not angry about that," he says. "You just make it so difficult."
"What?" You ask, having no idea what he's talking about.
You really think this is about his shirt. He chuckles. How can you be one of the cleverest people he knows and still be so dense sometimes?
"You..." Hyunjin stops himself because he knows he won't be able to go back once he says what's on his mind. Does he want to risk your friendship like this? But he has noticed you looking at him before and, if you were anyone else, he probably would've taken the risk already. And he's tired of being a coward. "You make seeing you only as a friend so difficult." Hyunjin finally admits.
Your eyes widen when you hear him say that. Your mouth opens as you try to say something, but you don't know what, so you close it again and look at him. That doesn't seem to bother Hyunjin. He raises his hand and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek gently. You feel like it's your turn to make a move, and since you've never been very good at talking, you cup his face in your hands and kiss his lips briefly.
Hyunjin almost doesn't have time to react but, before you can back away, his fingers slip around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and he connects your lips again in a long kiss. He places his other hand on your waist as your hands move from his cheeks to his shoulders. You only pull away when you start to feel out of breath.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispers against your lips.
"Oh, I'm sure I do because I've probably waited longer," you answer, making him chuckle.
"You know I love proving you wrong, but I'm gonna let that one slide because right now I just wanna kiss you," he admits before leaning over and locking his lips with yours. You gladly kiss him back since, even though you didn't say it, you'd also rather kiss him than talk right now.
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