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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years

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August 2022 Book Recommendations

I read a lot of books in August 2022. Let's get into the ones I'd recommend.

Deep by Kylie Scott. The last in a series, which can be read as standalones--I hadn't read any before this one, and I did just fine. Liz's older sister Anne just married the drummer for world famous rock band, Stage Dive. Nearly 21, she's in school studying psychology, and is immediately smitten (and obsessed with) the quiet bass player Ben. But despite Liz's dogged pursuit of Ben (who valiantly resists her in an attempt to honor The Bro Code) he genuinely connects with her as a friend. Which is probably why he finally gives in one drunken Vegas night--only for Liz to immediately cut him out of her life when she realizes it's just one night for him. But not really because WHOOPS, there's a babyyyyy. Anyway, this was super fun and quite hot and hit all the buttons that I need for a guilty pleasure. An age gap! (Liz is 21 for most of the book, Ben is 29.). An oops baby! A Gang of Merry Men who actually seem like friends and give Ben shit when he's being a dumbass! A good sister relationship! A scene where the hero gets drunk and is like "OH GOD A BABY" like an emotionally repressed loser! Was it indulgent? Yes. Did I have so much fun? Yes.

Kiss An Angel by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Daisy is forced into an arranged marriage by her father--but this isn't a historical. Nope, this book takes place in the mid-90s, the era in which it was written, and oh how 90s it is, in the most delicious possible way. A spoiled heiress (the illegitimate daughter of an Ambiguously Criminal Rich Guy and a recently-deceased model), Daisy is meant to stay married for six months to the gruff, annoyed, condescending Alex, for... reasons. "It'll teach her to grow up" lmao okay. But it turns out that Alex is a part of a traveling circus (he has another job, I promise) and he and Daisy are going to follow that circus for the summer, for its last season. This book has everything: a psychic connection to tigers; a jealous ex lover; a jealous delusional teenage girl; CIRCUS BLOODLINES; an elephant in love with the heroine???; and much more. It is... wild. Parts of it won't age well--Alex can be incredibly douchey to Daisy, though at times he does have a point. But it's also very funny, has a rather excellent "take your panties off at this restaurant" moment, and is extremely fun. Also. The grovel is superb.

Accidentally Compromising the Duke by Stacy Reid. Adeline is meant to get engaged to a predatory earl, and in an effort to avoid this fate, decides to "compromise" another man who's interested in her. However, in a bid to avoid an unwanted marriage for herself, her best friend betrays her and sets her up to compromised the cold, widowed Duke of Wolverton, who only wants a stepmother for his daughters. Adele and the duke have instant chemistry, but he's determined not to consummate the marriage... And he fails!!! This one is extremely fun and hot and if you love a hero who can't stand his boner, this is the one for you. The duke's emotional Ihssues honestly make a lot of senses and his grovel is sufficiently grovel-y. Stacy Reid does a hell of a grovel moment, and a hell of an OOPS baby moment.

The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian. Marian Hayes is--or was--being blackmailed by a man who claims that her husband, and the father of her infant daughter, was still married when he wed her. Now she's on the run after shooting said husband, and happens to have fallen in with the very blackmailer herself--and he may have a lot more up his sleeve than she realizes. This one is super fun. Bisexual leads! An aversion to penetrative sex! A mother who loves her baby but isn't naturally super maternal! We love to see it. And if you like a touch of femmedom.... Yeah.

Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid. Georgiana is the toast of the ton, a widowed duchess--and mother of a young duke--who's upheld as a tastemaker and exemplar of ladylike behavior. But when her son's governess goes missing, she's left with no choice but to hire the man who knows everything about society's secrets, despite living outside of it--Rhys Tremayne. Rhys is determined to take their relationship beyond business, but like--interclass issues. This is a classic interclass romance, with an uptown girl and her bit o' rough. It's not that Georgiana's marriage was super horrible; she doesn't have a tragic backstory (while Rhys does). She's just understandably dissatisfied. What made this a nice change of pace is that Georgiana really is the more "problematic" one here, for all that Rhys is domineering (and more than happy to dominate her in bed). Emotionally, he's a lot more mature than she is, and she has to get to the point where she's willing to risk her reputation.

Wicked in His Arms by Stacy Reid. Livvie is in need of a good husband, and has ended up staying at the estate of the cold, downright rude Earl of Blade during her search. Not that she wants the earl--they despise each other. She hates his haughty and condescending demeanor; he hates that she makes him hard, basically. Which is why it's bad when she happens to follow him into a closet, and he happens to quickly deflower her, and when he's running after her to be all "WAIT STOP AAAAAH" and his mother and sister happen to catch them. Cue a marriage of convenience, but like--he can never love. This was one of my favorite Stacey Reids I've read thus far, simply because Tobias ("Blade" lol I can't) is such a dick. And Livvie is, in turn, fully insane. There is an incident with slugs. There is an incident in which she may or may not call someone out in public. A person might get slapped. They're a great enemies to lovers couples; she makes him too hot for his own good (in his mind), and he frustrates her beyond reason. Also, the hero writes secret mystery novels in this and it is a plot point and that was delightful.

Lick by Kylie Scott. The first book in the Stage Dive series involves our heroine Evelyn waking up in Vegas to find out that she has not only tattooed the name of David Ferris, the guitarist/songwriter for Stage Dive, on her ass; she has also married him after meeting him the night before. Remembering nothing, Evelyn's impulse is to have the marriage annulled, but David seems... kind of about it. And it isn't long before she's reconsidering splitting from the hot, rich rock star guy who writes love songs, which like... yeah. I didn't love this quite as much as Deep, but it was still super fun. It has all the hallmarks of a celebrity romance--he's too famous for me, I'm just a normal girl, he has a past everyone knows about and it's overwhelming--and David is a solid hero. There is some... good sex in this book. And we get a lot of teasing of David's brother, Jimmy, who is a horrible sexual harassing addict, which means that I naturally can't wait for his book. (From what IIIIIII understand, Jimmy is the one who deserves the "Lick" title.)

How to Marry a Marquess by Stacy Reid. Richard, the newly-minted Marquess of Westfall, and Evie have been friends ever since the night he told her how to evade an engagement she didn't want. Over the years, much has changed. Westfall discovered and claimed his illegitimate daughter, making himself an outcast in society. Evie has fallen hopelessly in love with him. But a relationship is out of the question for him, in part because he's sure that Evie would ultimately be miserable as a social pariah. For Evie, the only logical choice is to tell Westfall she needs lessons on seducing an entirely different man. And he does indeed bite (yes). So this one is EXTREMELY angsty, which, I've discovered, is the only logical way to do friends to lovers. The only way to make it work is if both characters desperately want each other and live in an uncomfortable impasse because reasons. And Westfall is a total asshole, so I did love him; but Evie's not without her own issues. Westfall is like, a sanctimonious social justice marquess. But while a weaker book would've just left him that way, Reid actively calls him the fuck out--and so does Evie. The tension is also just like... extremely hot. He breaks, but this is one of the few books that sold me on the tension being (almost) as good as the follow through. Great angst, great grovel, great "we're best friends and we had spontaneous sex and now it's awkward so I'm going to go kill myself by being outside in the rain".

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath. Olivia, Duchess of Lovingdon, is shocked when her husband not only suddenly dies but leaves his estate--and the guardianship of their only child--to Jack Dodger, a reprobate who runs a gambling hell. Jack barely knew Lovingdon, let alone Olivia, and now her son and her own safety are in his hands. And he's also extremely combatively hot, which makes it a bigger issue. This book FUCKS. Not just in that there is sex, obviously (and a particularly fabulous garden scene in which he comes so hard that he literally doesn't have the wherewithal to run after her in a timely manner after she runs away) but in the drama, the conflict, the interplay between the characters. Jack has an extremely dark backstory, as a heads up--about as dark as it can get. But the emotionality and intensity of that backstory is balanced with his rather hilarious conflict with Olivia, which is enemies to lovers by way of "she is so messed up about being aroused by him". It's a delicious book with a fuck you up twist that isn't for the faint of heart. No notes. Lorraine Heath excellence.

When the Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid. Phoebe, sister of the Marquess of Westfall, is in trouble. After her parents paid off the man who deflowered her to leave her alone, she's left to deal with her pregnancy by herself. Her mother wants her to give up her child to a baby farm, and she takes the second option--to run away to Scotland and marry the stranger she's been conversing with by letter for months since he first advertised for a wife. But he isn't who she expected--Hugh Winthrop is the heir to an earldom, needs a wife to integrate his scandalous family back into high society, and cannot speak. The two enter into a marriage of convenience, with Hugh offering to claim her child--but to never give her love. This one was so good. It's softer than the other Stacy Reid books I've read. Hugh has issues with expressing love (to be clear: he can speak, just with sign language, which Phoebe learns to ease communication) but he's a deeply good guy, and clearly is smitten with Phoebe from day one. He steps the fuck up. The conflict in the book doesn't... totally gel with what we know of Westfall from his book, but it didn't take away from it either. This book also has some of the best angsty, angry sex I've ever read, so. Points.

The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden. Victoria is the diamond of her season, engaged to marry a man she doesn't really care about either way, when she was is taken out on the terrace and thoroughly seduced by the new Viscount of Atherbourne. We're talking tits out, coming in full view of society. Matters get worse when it's revealed that Atherbourne very much intended for this to happen in revenge against Victoria's older brother, Harrison, who shot the viscount's older brother dead in a duel (which had to do with another sin!). With no choice but to marry Atherbourne, Victoria is cut off from her beloved brothers and alienated by her husband--despite the fact that they're quite into each other. This book was quite good, though not quite as good as Every Yours, Annabelle. There's a great deal of angst, of course, but Elisa Brade also adds a great deal of humor to the whole thing, which keeps Lucien, our hero, from being insufferable. You can kind of figure what's happening fairly early on in the book, but it's more about Lucien realizing how much he needs to get over the past and move forward with Victoria. The ending could've been bigger, but I still found it satisfying, and I'm very excited to read Harrison's book--the best part of this novel was honestly a comment about how he killed Atherbourne's brother the same way he did everything else--efficiently. I love an efficient man.

Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath. Frannie Darling was raised as the only girl among Feagin's pack of kids, and despite being a remarkable pickpocket, she wasn't able to avoid the brutality of growing up on the streets. Though she's turned down proposals from a couple of the boys she grew up with, Frannie is more intrigued by a proposition from the Duke of Greystone--even if he offers her nothing more than an affair. This book was somewhat tame by Lorraine Heath standards. There is, of course, a lot of angst--both Frannie and her hero, Sterling, have serious issues to confront. (Frannie, like Jack Dodger, had basically the worst possible backstory.). Much of the book, however, deals not so much with Frannie's trauma but her insistence on being treated like an adult, without condescension, by Sterling. And I loved that so much. It's a lovely romance, one that gave me a lot of emotion... and though I wish that I'd read the books in order, the fact that the heroine of When the Duke Was Wicked is Sterling and Frannie's daughter made it even better.

Midnight Pleasures with a Scoundrel by Lorraine Heath. Eleanor Watkins is on a mission to avenge the death of her sister, who was grievously mistreated by a marquess. After being alerted to her potential intentions by the lord, Scotland Yard Inspector James Swindler begins following Eleanor, beginning a game of cat and mouse that has outcomes neither expect. Listen--I've heard critiques of this book, and different strokes for different folks but it totally worked for me because it is APESHIT. One of the most Lorraine Heath plot twists... I have ever read. It is bonkers, in several ways. James Swindler is less alpha than the other Scoundrels of St. James series, but I actually really enjoyed his relationship with Eleanor; the romance was almost secondary to how fucking wild the plot became, but I still enjoyed it. Two wounded people trying to make the best of things works for me.

Run, Run Rabbit by C.M. Nascosta. Vanessa and Grayson are trial lawyers in Cambric Creek; he's her asshole boss from a privileged, connected family, and she's the new hire he's coldly dismissive of. They are also werewolves, because this is Cambric Creek, and all Vanessa wants is to get absolutely railed by the man she despises most. Again, because they are werewolves, Grayson can smell exactly how wet she is all the time, and this leads to a semi-toxic, semi-lovely back and forth of fucking each other like crazy every full moon, while not committing to a normal, healthy relationship. So this is not a typical romance for me, not only because it's not historical, but because it's more on the "happy for now" scale than a "happily ever after" ending--as a heads up. I fully believe Grayson and Vanessa will stay together, even if they may need years of couples' therapy, but some may disagree. This is one of the hottest books I've ever read, and I don't want to interrogate what that says about me or my personal interests. I do love a werewolf moment, and this is.... full werewolfitude. Like, he's smelling her arousal, he's fucking her in his office, they're fucking while they're in werewolf form, they're fucking while he's in his werewolf form and she's a human, they're fucking while he's wearing a wolf headdress thing in an ancient primal chase party. Again, Grayson can be a total dick to Vanessa--and honestly? Vanessa can be a total dick to Grayson. They are not monogamous; there is a particularly excellent scene where he is getting blown by two other women and she starts making out with him before taking over. If that kind of shit is not for you--don't read it. If it is fo you--definitely read it. I personally cannot wait to read the next Cambric Creek book in which Grayson's disaster brother starts fucking some human lady to get her pregnant. Because werewolves are potent. Cheers to that shit.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. Lady Jane Huxley is not considered a catch--she's fat, plain, and a hopelessly shy bookworm. She's easy prey for wastrel Colin Lacey's tricks, and what was meant to be assistance for a friend ends with her being hopelessly ruined. Fortunately, Colin's older brother Harrison--and the catch of the season, the Duke of Blackmore--is hopelessly honorable, and marries Jane in order to save her from scandal. The issue? For all that Jane is a romantic reader, Harrison is cold and stern. And you know what "stern" means... Look, this was great. I may like it even more than my first Elisa Braden read, Ever Yours, Annabelle. It's quite funny to read about Jane bumbling through marriage, innocently turning Harrison at every moment. This man was struggling and when he gave up on that struggle the scenes were intense. The plot is not super unique; Jane is a snarky virgin who gets in a little over her head with an angsty husband who doesn't know how to love. But Braden's execution is its strength. It's so funny AND sexy AND old school in a sense. Like, there's a scene where this man is fucking the shit out of her and she's calling him "Your Grace" in her ecstatic cries and he stops to be like "please call me by my first name, this is getting weird". I was losing my mind. This book also does have one of the best love confessions I've ever read, so. I'm a fan.

A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone (releases 9/20). Read my review here.

The Devil Is a Marquess by Elisa Braden. Tall and freckled, half-American and determined to go to America and become a tradeswoman, Charlotte is not of interest to most men of the ton. But her father is determined for her to marry and gain a title, and so he approaches the debt-ridden, alcoholic Benedict Chatham, Marquess of Rutherford. So financially stressed that he's resorted to selling his body to rich women (this-was-excellent) Benedict agrees to marry Charlotte, and makes another deal with her father behind her back. But as the two form a genuine friendship, he begins to question if he's getting in her way. This one was just really good. Benedict is a genuinely problematic hero who needs to grow a fuckton--his alcoholism isn't glossed over, though the book maintains a lighter touch as most Elisa Braden novels do. I really appreciated the degree of real friendship that grew in the marriage before Benedict and Charlotte actually made a move on each other; that's difficult to balance, but the edge between the two of them never left. Sometimes, I think that these "he gets better" books can dip into the woman doing so much to improve the man while he gives little in return.... But that's not the case here. Also--the sex in this book is insanely hot, and hilariously handled. Shoutout to the scene where the maid tries to save Charlotte by telling her dad's lawyer that she sees the lord of the house grab her and take her into rooms and then the next thing you know she's screaming for mercy from God and shit. That will... live forever in my heart. Elisa Braden GETS me. In a lot of ways, I think Elisa is kind of the heir to Tessa Dare--and that's not a bad place to be in at all.

How the Wallflower Was Won by Eva Leigh (releases 9/27). Read my review here.

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Make You Feel My Love

Summary: Bucky ships out tomorrow, but he can’t leave without letting you know what you mean to him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,334

Warnings: Smut and angst. I brought some sads I didn’t originally intend. Enjoy!

A/N: This is for the celebrate 1k with @heycasbutt challenge :D My prompt was Make You Feel My Love by Adele.

With red roses in hand, Bucky stepped out of the car and walked toward her door, muted shadow following as his voice caught in his throat. No. Tonight was going to be about her and about possibilities. Not the certainties of where he’d be leaving come Monday morning.

Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door. Only when the door opened did he realize the little gasp he’d heard was his own and not hers. Soft curls fell gently around her face, cherry red lips matching her cinched dress. He wasn’t the type to say she outshined the stars in the sky, but she did. “You look beautiful, doll.” The words sound so far away, but he forces himself to stay in the moment. “Ready?”

“Always, Buck.”

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In the cafe, Bucky asked for them to sit near the window. He wanted to watch her watch the moon. Bask in her beauty while she basks in its. Something in her faraway look said she knew the words on the tip of his tongue, but she didn’t address it. She just smiled that soft smile that made him forget the world.

When she looked at the menu, he could see her hemming and hawing in her mind over price. “No worries tonight, doll. It’s on me.”

“You’re a good man, Buck.”

They split a malt and stole each other’s fries, falling into easy conversation about his family and Steve and her family and best friends. Together they were effortless. If tomorrow’s dreams weren’t just mere wisps of smoke, dissipated by the roar of the car engine taking him away, he would get down on one knee right now. The picture was so clear - her beautiful silhouette in a bright white dress, his hands on her hips during their first dance, her stomach swollen with his child, her wrinkled hand clutched in his 50 years from now - all of it.

After he paid the bill, Bucky slipped his hand in hers and walked her down the street, reveling in the feel of having the most beautiful, kindest, smartest dame at his side.

They walked through the blanket of cigarette smoke at the club right into the middle of the hardwood dance floor. The way her body arched into his, molded to him, it was like she was made to dance in his arms. And that’s all they did for hours.

She sunk into him and nuzzled her head into his neck, trailing her lips along the edge of his jawline. It sent a welcomed chill up his spine and he pulled her closer, settling his hand on the small of her back. “What d’ya see in our future, doll?”

Smiling against his neck, she twirled herself in his grasp and returned to rest her head against his chest. “Well, I see us goin’ ta some place fancy, like Paris or London, for our honeymoon. There’d be champagne and strawberries and silky lingerie that probably wouldn’t last very long. We’ll definitely have a couple babies. How about three actually?”

“I like three. Two girls an’ a boy?”

“That’s what I was thinkin,” she said softly, pressing her perfect red lips to his. “And when we’re old, we’ll have some grandkids and we’ll sit on our front porch with our drinks, just swaying back and forth in our rockin’ chairs hand in hand.”

“Sounds perfect.” It was barely above a whisper because it was all his voice would allow. “Wanna get outta here, beautiful?”

The blush on the apples of her cheeks was all he needed in reply. Taking her hand, he led her back toward the car and drove 30 minutes to the water’s edge. Knowing where he’d be going come morning made the moment bittersweet, but she loved the water. She was like a fish in the water, calmed and comforted by its presence. “Wanna go for a walk, doll?”

Softly, she shook her head and crooked her neck toward the back seat. “Just want ya ta hold me, Buck.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice. But she was strong. And she wasn’t allowing herself to break in front of him.

They slipped into the back seat and sunk into each other, tuning themselves into the sound of the waves and the other’s heartbeat. Just as he was about to doze off with her in his arms, she pulled him in for a kiss, each sigh and tug of her lips against his own saying all the things she couldn’t bring herself to say. “Buck,” she whispered.

When he looked at her, he lost himself in uncertainty. He wanted to come back. God, he wanted to come back to her so badly, but there was no guarantee. Grazing his thumb against her jaw, he kissed her intently, unable to form the words he needed to say and hoping this would do in their place.

As he lifted her into his lap, he traced every dip and curve of her neck with delicate fingers, hoping to imprint the way she felt inside his mind. She was soft to the touch, betraying her intensity as she slipped her hands between them and tugged at buttons of his pants. Each pass of her fingers against his shaft made him hitch his breath. He refused to forget this moment.

Quickly, he lifted the hem of her dress and pushed her panties to the side, situating the head of his cock against her slickness. She bucked against him. “Need you, Buck.”

“Baby, I-”

She captured his lips in another kiss. She knew what he wanted to say. But she couldn’t allow herself to hear his words. She needed to live in the moment. “I know, Buck. S’okay. Just need ya now.”

Bucky groaned into her hair as she slid down on his length and her mouth dropped open. “So beautiful, doll.”

A hint of a smile crossed her face as she squeezed around him with each thrust, condensation building up on the inside of the car. Over and over again she whispered ‘i love yous’ into his ear, promising to wait for him. He wanted to tell her not to, to go out into the world and get what deserved, but he wanted her - wanted to believe so badly that they had a future waiting for them. So he allowed himself to believe, even if it was just for the night.

“Fuck, oh my god, Bucky.” She started to tremble around him, ripping soft sobs from his body he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “Love you.”

“Love you so much, doll.” As she cried out, he held her down against him, arm resting around the small of her back as he followed her over the edge. “No matter what.”

Watching a tear fall from her eye killed him inside. The vision had every inch of his body screaming to change the course of his life and run away toward the life he wanted and the one she deserved.

After she fell asleep in his arms, he detangled himself from her and moved back to the front seat, driving her home where her roommate was waiting. “You gonna wake her up?” Her roommate asked as Bucky placed her sleeping form on her bed.

Pulling the covers up, he watched the goosebumps fade from her skin, kissing her forehead. “I can’t,” he replied honestly. “For her sake and mine. When she wakes up tomorrow, tell her -” he started to choke through the tears. “Tell her I love her more than there are stars in the sky. I’m coming home.”

With a sad smile, her roommate placed her hand on his shoulder and promised she’d relay the message come morning.

As much as he wanted to believe he had all the control and he’d come back to her no matter what, he couldn’t help but feel the storm clouds at his back. All he could hope was that tonight told her in no uncertain terms that she was his everything. Forever.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #dontshootmespence #make you feel my love

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itgetsdarksometimes35 · 5 years

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What Lies Within

Warnings: Non con, dub con, A/B/O dynamics, kidnapping, 18+

Word Count: 2,676

Pairings: Dark/Alpha!Thor x Beta/Omega!Reader

Summary: Reader was born and raised a rejected Beta female, finding comfort in the woods. One night she stumbles across a man who can see what lies within.

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Prompts: A/B/O woods

A/N: This is my submission to @imanuglywombat challenge. I enjoyed writing and I’m sorry for the day late submission. I was going to upload earlier this week but I wasn’t at home, this is my first full day at home, and I was going to upload last night but my internet was down. I won’t be at home next week either, but I will be getting some writing done for my two series and a part two to Small Price to Pay. I also will work on a few drabbles I have in mind and possibly some challenges I have coming up. Anyway, enough rambling. I hope you guys enjoy :)

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The woods are where you felt safe, the place where you went to think and blow off steam. You never had a steady life, grew up in an orphanage. Behind it was the woods that accepted you when nobody else would.

It had been years since then and you had left the state you had once lived in, finding your place in the outskirts of the country. You could be alone, away from people who would never love you. Nobody to hurt you or hate you for not being an omega.

You were a rare occasion, a beta female. Most men were either alphas or betas, women were all omegas. Most of the time. You were looked at as “less feminine” and most guys refused to date you because of it. It made you angry, not just for yourself, but for omegas. They were looked at as property rather than humans and they were always expected to not have a say in a situation that concerned their alpha. It made you glad you weren’t one.

The music that was blasting from your earbuds suddenly stopped and you looked to your phone. No connection. It wasn’t too bad, you could still enjoy your walk without the voice of Adele belting in your ear. You stopped by a tree and slid down the trunk, reaching into your backpack to pull out your current read. Nature’s sounds would help calm you as you read.

The sun was going down and the breeze was picking up as you shivered, pulling the jacket around you tighter around you. You looked to your phone and saw it dead. When did that happen you thought as you got up, dusting the dirt from your butt. You breathed in deep, oak wood and pine filled your senses. It smelt like love, like home.

You started walking back to the trail to start your journey back home when you saw a man jogging. He had blonde hair pulled back into a man bun that sat low on his neck. He smiled when he saw you and slowed down and pulled an earbud out. No, you thought, don’t talk to me, please.

“Evening. Nice night for a jog.” His accent was thick but you couldn’t place it. Certainly something that wasn’t native around here.

You smiled and nodded. Men had never been kind to you. Especially alphas, and this guy was definitely an alpha.

“What’s a young thing like you doing out here? It’s pretty dangerous.” He looked concerned but it was just an egotistical alpha wanting to be the big strong man to help.

You put on a tight smile, trying not to start an argument. It would only make the unwanted interaction longer and a hot bath was currently calling your name. “Mhm, that’s why i was heading home now.” You turned to walk down the path but heard the loud steps of the mighty man behind you as he caught up. You could practically hear your eyes roll, didn’t this guy know how to take a hint? Alphas, they never did.

“I can walk you.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “Not necessary, bud, really. I think I know how to board a bus and get back home.”

At this the man frowned. “Bus? The last bus left an hour ago. Do you need a ride?”

What? How long had you been reading? The last bus left at 8:30 and you got there at 5. No way you’d been out that long, it only felt like thirty minutes. “N-no, I’ll call someone.” That was a lie, even if your phone wasn’t dead you still had nobody. You had no family or friends.

“No, I can’t let you wait out here in the cold. Please, I live in a cabin down that way,” he pointed to your left. “It’s not far and you can keep warm in there. Until your ride got there that is.”

You considered it a moment. You didn’t want to go with a stranger but you also didn’t want to walk an hour home in the dark and cold. Plus you could maybe call a taxi to come get you from his house. “Okay, thank you.”

The man smiled and his eyes twinkled with delight. Held out his hand to you,”My name’s Thor.”

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Thor’s cabin was very woodsy. Taxidermied animals and brown glossy furniture attacked your vision from every direction. A fire was going in the main room and made you feel all nice and toasty. You clutched the bag on your back and turned to Thor as he kicked off his shoes.

“Make yourself at home.” He said with a smile and the wave of his arm, referencing his humble home. You looked down at your muddy boots but decided taking them off just to put them back on soon would be pointless, even if it meant tracking mud. He’d live.

You cleared your throat. “Uhm, Thor, could I maybe use your phone to call a taxi? My phone died.”

Thor’s head tilted. “Wow, you better be lucky I came along and invited you back to my cabin. An omega like you would’ve been hopeless with a dead phone and no way of getting home. Better also be glad it was me and not some other savage alpha.”

His words slapped you across the face. Omega? You? No, couldn’t he smell? Or see at least? You were obviously a beta, smelled like one, talked like one, and acted like one. Clear as day. “Omega? No, I’m a beta.” You chuckled a bit. He had to be joking.

Thor’s eyes squinted in confusion. “No, I smelled you on my jog and I smell you now. It’s faint so I see why most people would miss it, but you’re an omega. Embracing it could help the smell stand out more.”

You looked at Thor like he was crazy; did he really expect you to just believe him, a stranger, over everyone else in your life? Over yourself?

“Yeah? And how do you know this?” You challenged, folding your arms.

Thor scratched his fait beard with one hand before feeding the fire another log. “Where I’m from we are able to sense things easier. We’re able to look beyond the surface if you will. Sure, I can smell an omega, but I can also feel one. Everyone has a feeling to them, an underlayer, and yours screams omega while your scent is asking more of a question.” He pauses to look at you full on. “You’re not sure who you are, but there’s ways to help it.”

Thor’s eyes switch for just a second. It was so faint you’re surprised you didn’t miss it. The look was a way nobody had ever looked to you before, it was hungry. You suddenly remember the disadvantage you had, trapped in a cabin with a huge alpha, no phone, nowhere to run. You pushed your shoulders back and tried to bury the fear that crept up.

“Hey, where’s that phone?” You completely disregard his previous statement and looked around for a phone, seeing one in the corner. You start walking to it but Thor beats you there and picking up the receiver.

“Ah, bloody thing’s dead. Can you believe your luck?” Thor’s face split into a sinister smile, his canines on full display. Your eyes widen and your hand hurts from how hard you’re grabbing the bag on your back.

“Oh okay. Do you maybe have a neighbor…”

“Nope.” He was stalking to you like a fox. Like an alpha does an omega.

“Mmm, well I don’t want to disturb you if you can’t help. Besides, I live so close to here I think I could easily walk home, an aunt even lives close by maybe she can take me home…” You were spewing so many lies, anything to get you out of this situation. You were backing up blindly keeping your eyes on Thor, terrified of his next move.

“Now Y/n, don’t lie now. I know you have no family, no friends. And who said you couldn’t help me?” He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. “I think there’s plenty that you could help me with.”

“Y-you know my name.” It was more a statement than a question. “I never told you it, how do you know?”

“An alpha knows everything about his omega, darling.”

“I’m not your omega. I’m not an omega at all!” You were getting flustered, you tripped over the side of his couch and fell to the floor with a thud. Before you could crawl away, Thor had grabbed you pulling you up to him.

“You are. Let me show you.” Before you could respond or react Thor threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you. You punched at his hard chest, trying to wiggle free.

“Thor, what are you doing? Get off me!”

“I’m showing you, my omega. Now stop struggling, you’re only making this worse for you.” He looked down and smirked at his tightening running shorts. “And harder for me.” Your stomach lunged at his innuendo. This couldn’t be happening, not to you. The girl so many boys ignored now being pursued by the hottest man you had ever seen? You had to be in some kind of twisted nightmare.

Thor ripped your shirt from you, leaving you in rags. He fumbled with your jeans before tugging them down your legs as well, leaving you in your blush bra and panties. You moved your arms to cover yourself but Thor growled, shoving your arms to your sides. “Never cover yourself, omega. Especially not to your alpha. He deserves to see you like this, pure perfection.”

Your stomach fluttered at his words and a voice told you to just submit. What the hell was happening to you? Thor grabbed your covered breast with his large hand and squeezed, hard. You whimpered in pain but you could feel your core start to pool.

“Omega, I can smell you. You like it when your alpha dominates you, hmm?” Thor tweaked your nipple through your bra, eliciting a moan from your chest. He slid his other hand to your underwear, leaving goosebumps down your skin. He reaches your band and teases you, pulling the band just to let it snap back and slap you. He tracked his long fingers down to the spot that was growing wetter by the minute

Your body worked against you when he touched the spot that has been neglected for so long, bucking into his touch. Thor looked you in your eyes and smirked. “What’s wrong baby? What do you need?” You wanted to slap that smug smile right off his face.

He pressed into your bundle of nerves harder and you arched your back, eyes rolling back. The sounds you were making were straight animalistic, nothing human left. Your hips were rolling in tandem with Thor when suddenly the feeling leaves all at once. You wine and shoot daggers at him, causing him to chuckle. “Aw, what’s wrong? You have to speak to me, omega. I have to hear you tell me what you want so I can show you what you need.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as a war raged inside, your mind was mixing like marble as your body was ready to give in. “Please, touch me. Anyway you want, just do it.”

“That’s all I needed, my omega.” Thor ripped your bra off, joining your shirt in shredded looks. Your panties were shoved down your legs with your jeans before both were thrown in the room somewhere. You were completely nude in front of him and your skin burned with desire; body ached in emptiness.

Thor pinched your nipple and slipped a finger into your wet cunt with ease. The burn caused you to jerk but the need was just fueled. You needed this. The desperate cries you were making would’ve made you cover your head in embarrassment, but you something primal inside told you to scream louder. Alphas liked to hear their omegas. The voice of reason sobbed out a “no, you’re a beta!” but you couldn’t hear it. And you needed more.

“Thor, please..” Thor was working at adding another finger when he looked up at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“Patience, omega. I will give you what you want after you cum for me. Can you do that?” You nodded your head before craning your neck on the pillow. Your eyes rolled back as your hips kept in pace with Thor’s magical fingers. You wanted to cum, not just for your own pleasure, but to make Thor happy. He needed you to cum too.

As Thor took a more vigorous tempo you felt the knot you’d come to know very well, yet this knot felt a lot more intense. Something you’d never get on your own. Your pants got more frequent and your words incoherent. Thor hit that miraculous place in you and you finally fell over the edge, screaming on your way down.

“Good girl.” Thor smiled, still working you through your orgasm. “That’s my good girl.” Your walls squeezed around his fingers at the doting words. When he removed his fingers you whined at the emptiness. The sound of rustling clothes could be heard as your eyes were still closed, as you were still not fully recovered from your high.

You felt a poke at your entrance and opened your eyes. Thor was stroking his cock between your slick folds as he smirked at you. Your mind finally cleared and your voice of reason slapped you internally. “Thor no, wait-” Before you could move away, Thor slammed himself into you. You screamed out in pain. Your hands shot to Thor’s chest to try to push him off as he leaned over you.

“Thor, please-”

“Shhh. It’s okay my omega, I’ll take care of you,” You hips snapped into yours and Thor snarled in your ear. “God, you’re so tight for me.”

Your eyes started to water as he continued his assault. He reached a hand down to your clit and rubbed, causing another moan. Your mind was becoming clouded once again.

Thor started to go faster and harder as his breath fanned over your neck. The pain was no longer there as you felt nothing but pleasure, your walls pulled at his cock in a way that had his head spinning. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re so good for me. Cum on my cock so I can cum inside this sweet cunt. So I can claim you and mate with you properly.” His words mixed with the way he hit your golden spot inside you over and over had you seeing stars. Your sweaty bodies moving in tandem with each other. One last plunge and you were spasming and clutching to Thor for dear life. Your mouth hung open as the pressure in your pussy was slowly fading.

Thor started whining into your neck as you came down from your high as he chased his own. He grunted before his thick cock just got bigger as he swelled inside you, forcing him to stop moving as he dumped his seed deep within you.

“Argh, fuck!” Thor yelled as he showed his teeth and ran it along your neck before sinking in. Your eyes widened and you squealed, slapping his shoulder. He pulled himself from your neck and you felt the pulse and blood drip from the two tiny holes he left. His mark. Your eyes started to droop as his claim started to flood your entire body. Thor heald you close.

“Ho-how?”

A beta can’t be claimed by an alpha. They can’t even get pregnant by one, only another beta; just as a beta male can’t get an omega pregnant, only an alpha. Thor smiled before brushing a lock of hair off of your sweaty forehead and behind your ear, the romantic gesture made your heart flutter.

“I told you dear, you’re an omega. It just lays within.”

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@jtargaryen18

#dub con #non con #dark!thor #dark!thorodinson #dark!thor x reader #dark!thorodinson x reader #dark!marvel #dark!mcu #dark!fic

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~Sexypink~

Panty Man - Adele Todd

Quilted blanket and dimensional embroidery thread . 81 x 65” 2021

As a Performance Artist who works with Embroidery and Soft Materials among other Media, the possibilities for DUALITY seemed endless. However, eventually I was moved to consider "Male Toxicity" as my theme.The word Panty Man that is done tongue-in-cheek in neon pink is the Title that sets the viewer on their path of discovery.The slang term is used to describe a man who is coddled and feminine in nature and a slur to homosexual men in particular.The work is a large dark blue quilt with embroidery threads that on closer observation create individual words that must be looked at at close range and also, can only be seen one at a time as they do not have a chronology. The viewer must move their own bodies to 'read' the piece.The quilt is a symbol of nurturing, safety and warmth. The loose threads that thus fall from the quilt symbolises the unravelling of that safety. We generally expect men to be 'men' and are unaware of how much our stereotyping of the male sex confuses boys as they grow to manhood. I hope that my piece shall inspire those who interact with it, the opportunity, to consider when they themselves have perhaps used terminology seen on the quilt or words to that nature to define a man's character. We are all guilty of a level of sexual politics for its own gain and must now consider that sensitivity is not a one way street.-Adele Todd

#Sexypink/Adele Todd #Sexypink/Y Gallery/Duality #Sexypink/Y Gallery group show 2021 #Y Gallery #Group Shows #Trinidad and Tobago #Quilting #dimensional embroidery #male toxicity #Artists on Tumblr #Caribbean Art on Tumblr

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Drawing the Line (Pt. II)

PART I Characters: Kylo Ren x Tiffany Palmer (OC, Blk/F) Setting: Modern/Current Universe - comparable to an urban area in present-day U.S.A. Content: Infidelity; a little pushiness? Lust/lust-driven relationship; quick smut near the end. | The Ren House Word Count: 1,810

AUTUMN 2014

“We haven’t changed the colors or done much repainting, and I have no intention of doing so. I love the house as it is. But as for the furniture, in here, I want something fancy and vintage, but not super ornate. None of that Jetsons, space age shit. I’m talking Gibson girl era. No...flapper era...”

“Art deco,” Kylo chimed in.

Chelsea Ren whirled around and glanced at her tattooed husband. He shrugged at her. He was leaning against the pillar of the entryway, watching Chelsea and the interior decorator observe the living room. Well, he was watching the interior decorator. Tiffany Palmer.

As soon as stepped into the house, he soaked every inch of her in--her painted face, the curly ponytail down her back. She wore a sweater dress that clung to every curve of her body. And every time she walked by, he quietly breathed in her scent--floral, with a hint of fruit.

“That actually sounds perfect, Mrs. Ren,” she said. She looked up at the ceiling, then back down at the floor. “Intricate, unique lines, but plenty of pieces with solid colors.

Chelsea nodded. “I’m going to be honest with you Ms. Palmer, I have no clue what the fuck art decor is.”

“Art deco,” Kylo corrected.

“Honey, why don’t you go look around at the rest of the house. See what other ideas you can come up with?” Chelsea said.

“Why the fuck am I here if you don’t want my opinion?” Kylo asked.

Tiffany swallowed and unwittingly began backing into the corner of the living room.

“I want your opinion. But only when I ask for it,” she said.

“Fuck you,” Kylo said with a scoff. He walked out of the kitchen and completely out of the house. Chelsea smiled at Tiffany, whose eyebrows were raised. Then, she rubbed her full belly.

“The only thing he’s done is spit a fucking teaspoon of semen in my cunt and been a complete dick about it. Now he wants to be involved in things,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Tiffany walked back to Chelsea’s side. “Maybe he’s trying to do better, Mrs. Ren. Art deco living room, arts and craft style dining area. He has some good ideas.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Chelsea said.

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DECEMBER 2014

“Good morning, Ms. Palmer!”

“Good morning, Grace!”

“These flowers are for you!” Grace, the receptionist said. She held up a large bouquet of red and white roses that had sprigs of holly sticking out.

“Oh, this is gorgeous,” Tiffany said.

“Isn’t it?” Grace asked. “You must have made them super happy.” “I hope so,” Tiffany said, smiling. She grabbed the bouquet, winked at Grace, and went into her office with it.

Tiffany got gifts from clients all of the time--bottles of wine, flowers, chocolates, etc. She put the bouquet on her credenza and grabbed the envelope. “K. Ren” it said on the front. An eyebrow quirked--the Rens had already sent her a box of gourmet chocolates and a Christmas card for decorating their living room, dining room, and entertainment space. She sat in her chair and opened the card to beautiful cursive handwriting.

“Gifting beautiful flowers to a beautiful, gracious, and understanding woman. Thank you for listening to me. Have a happy holiday.”

Tiffany had caught Mr. Ren’s glances and stares whenever she met with him and Mrs. Ren. It also didn’t take her long to realize what kind of clients she was working for--two spoiled people who somehow wound up in a relationship. Both control freaks who didn’t like hearing the word “no”. Her bratty, him hot-headed. But of course, she leaned more towards Mrs. Ren’s side. Even if she was bitchy, no amount of bitchiness justified looking your interior decorator up and down every chance you got...

...and even if Tiffany did go home and finger herself, imagining Mr. Ren on top of her, it still didn’t justify his flirty glances.

And it certainly didn’t justify these flowers.

Tiffany tossed the card in one of her desk drawers and started on some paperwork. Just as she was about to head out and grab lunch, her phone rang. She sighed but answered it anyway--praying the conversation wouldn’t be a long one.

“Cannon Street Design Firm, this is Tiffany Palmer speaking,” she said.

“Ms. Palmer, this is Kylo Ren,” a baritone voice said on the other end. The sound made her shudder a bit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ren,” Tiffany responded. “I received your flowers, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Palmer. I meant every word that I said in that card. Thank you for listening to my ideas. You executed everything beautifully…”

Tiffany looked at the time on her computer. “I appreciate it, Mr. Ren. I’m glad you and Mrs. Ren like the results.”

“You can call me Kylo, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

“You know what, Mr. Ren, I actually can’t,” she said, voice firm. “I don’t know what’s happening right now but it’s very inappropriate. And I have a mind to call your wife right now and ask her if she knows about this extra gift.”

She heard a deep, short chuckle on the other end. “I wouldn’t give a fuck, Ms. Palmer.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Tiffany said. She hung up the phone and rose again to head out for lunch, but stopped when she got to the door. Instead of walking through, she closed and locked it and sat back down at her desk. Then, she lifted her skirt, opened her legs, pulled her panties to the side, and licked the pads of her fingers...

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TWO YEARS LATER

“...but anyway, thank you all so much for another year of great service and for providing our clients with great experiences.”

Adelle raised her glass of champagne, and the staff of Cannon Street Design did the same. They clinked their glasses together and sipped the beverage down, and right on cue, servers came through with their holiday meal.

“I’ll be right back,” Tiffany said, getting up from the table. As she made her way to the restroom, she noticed a familiar figure face sitting at the bar. Mr. Ren--with a woman who wasn’t his wife. Tiffany scoffed, shook her head, and went into the ladies’ restroom. When she came out, Kylo was standing in the short hallway where the restrooms were tucked away.

He looked...different. A little bulkier than the last time she’d seen him. His hair now stopped just above his shoulders and he had a goatee.

“Good evening, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “That’s not your wife out there.”

Kylo looked over his shoulder and back at Tiffany. “It’s not. Chelsea and I are separated.”

I wonder why, Tiffany thought to herself.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Enjoy your evening.”

Tiffany started to walk around Kylo, but he stepped in front of her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Ms. Palmer.”

“Mr. Ren…you knew me for like...a month. If that…”

“And that entire month, I wished I was decorating a home with you and not Chelsea…”

Tiffany stared at him with a dropped jaw. “This is insane, Mr. Ren.” She tried to step around him again, but he blocked her.

“Almost as insane as that time we came by the house and I touched the small of your back...and you had to run to the bathroom to play with your fucking pussy...” he said.

Tiffany’s eyes widened, and she swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Ren...”

Kylo chuckled, “Oh, yes you do.” He stepped closer to her. “I know what a woman looks like after she’s come hard.”

Tiffany looked away and took a deep breath. “Even so, Mr. Ren. We’ve both done some inappropriate things, and should leave them in the past.”

Tiffany finally got around him.

“I’m taking my date home, soon,” he said. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder.

“And?”

“I’m staying at the Alderaan Hotel. Room 610. I’d like to be in the presence of a real woman tonight.”

Tiffany scoffed, rolled her eyes, and walked back to the table...

...her clit throbbing the whole way.

She ate dinner with her co-workers and was prepared to take the train home. But Kylo’s voice echoed in her brain. His scent was still in her nose. The sight of him--so big and tall--was etched into her brain. She stood outside of the restaurant and ordered a Lyft to take her to the Alderaan Hotel.

____________________

“Fuck…” Kylo and Tiffany said at the same time. He held on to her thighs as he plunged deeper into her--so hot and wet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing her on the neck. He found the perfect rhythm that sent Tiffany’s legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. “I’ve wanted you all this time. All this fucking time...”

Tiffany’s nails pressed into his back. He was too thick; felt too painful, felt too good.

“Really, Kylo?” she asked. She bit her lip as he pressed deeper. “Fuck!”

“Yes, really. I’ve thought about you every day. Every fucking night...” he grabbed her breasts and gave her a kiss so passionate that he almost pulled her entire mouth into his.

They licked and sucked and ground into each other for what felt like hours--melding their bodies and intertwining their souls. Tiffany didn’t want to believe that this man had fallen so deeply in love with her in such a short time, but he made love to her like she was his, and he was hers. He said all the right things that she didn’t want to trust, but he held her chin and made her stare into his eyes--forcing her to stare into his sincere soul.

He wanted her, and as wrong as it felt, she wanted him, too. She always did.

All was well for a few weeks. So passionate, so loving, so quick. He took her out to dinner and to all of the high end stores in the city. Suddenly, he became distant. He didn’t answer her calls or her texts for about three days. One morning, he called and asked to meet her for lunch. He told her that him and Chelsea were back together--for Kylo’s family had threatened him with a bad time if he jeopardized their lucrative business with Chelsea’s family.

But the same evening he broke the news, he showed up at her place with gifts. He confessed that no one ever made him feel important--like his opinion was worth taking into consideration. She made him feel like more than just Michael Ren’s big, reckless, raven-haired son--the son that everyone questioned...

In exchange for his material tokens, promises of security, and many orgasm-filled nights, Tiffany gave Kylo Ren her heart, her mind, and her body...

...when he texted her and said that he was available to receive them...

#drawing the line

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lexfritterwrites · 4 years

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Let Lips Do What Hands Do - Part 12

Wrapping it up!

It's warmer than it should be as Addie runs her finger along the countertop. Most of her belongings have been sold, some have been donated, and the majority of her books is packaged in boxes waiting for the used bookstore to collect.

"You ready?" Taron asks as he picks up the bag off the floor. It's the last few things of hers to go as she's staying with him until he drives her to the airport in two days. She's graduated with honors, earned her certificates, hugged her students and packed up her flat. Her life in London is winding down and she’s doing her best to cherish her time with Taron.

“Yeah,” she says, slipping beneath his arm. He kisses the side of her head as she pulls the door behind her and locks it. “One last time.”

They attend a party at the pub hosted by Jack where Addie takes the time to reminisce with and say goodbye to all of her London acquaintances. Taron stays by her side, supportively squeezing her side when he feels her waning.

“Looks like it’s just us, kid,” Jack says, slipping his fingers into Addie’s. “I love you so much and I’ll see you in two days.”

Taron settles the bill while Jack and Addie hug, their warmth enveloping them.

“I love you,” Addie says before she kisses his cheek. She exhales deeply as she slides beneath Taron’s arm. “Let’s go home.”

Taron wasn’t sure if he should have planned more. He thought about getting a hotel room so they could live like royals, but the thought Addie leaving his space sooner than necessary didn’t settle. He wanted her smell to linger on the couch and in his bed, he wanted to see the imprints of her fingers on the doorway, he wanted to hear her laughter echoing up the staircase. He didn’t want to let her go.

He landed on a bottle of her favorite wine and plate of her favorite British sweets. Tears well in her eyes when she sees it, and she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Taron, this is too sweet!”

“It’s really nothing,” he says, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I am glad you like it though.”

“Taron, I think I’m making a mistake.”

“No, Addie,” he says gently. “You’re chasing your dreams and I’m chasing mine. If we’re meant to be together, we will be.”

Addie sighs and leans into him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Pulling the plug from the sink, Addie closes her eyes and exhales. She’s been doing it a lot over the past week, but it’s the only thing she can do to calm herself.

“You okay, cariad?” Taron asks, dropping the towel he’d been using to dry the dishes onto its rack. He rubs her back deftly and she leans toward him.

“I think there’s an Adele song for this,” she says softly, turning so her nose is against his chest.

“That’s possible. There’s an Adele song for everything. She’s a queen.”

“Undoubtedly.” She curls her arms around his neck, breathing in all that he is. Taron in turn let’s his arms fall around her hips. They’ve had a day of this, sleeping in far too late for young adults in their prime but neither able to let the other out of an arm’s reach. “Taron?”

“Yes, Adelaide?”

“Take me upstairs?”

“It would be my genuine pleasure.”

She nods against his chest, kisses his neck and smiles as he looks at her.

It’s a slow journey to the bedroom they’ve shared for months, each step a countdown to the demise of their relationship as it stands. When they reach the door, Addie puts her hand to his chest.

“Will you give me a minute?” He nods. “Get comfy.”

Taron follows her request as she closes the bedroom door behind her. He tosses his shirt and lounge pants to the chair, and he quickly climbs under the covers where it’s warm.

Addie knows after the day they’ve had, falling into each other time and time again, it’s silly to get dressed up, yet she does it anyway.

Taron chuckles as a foot in a fuzzy sock sneaks past the door into the bathroom and slides sexily up the frame. Addie follows her foot with her arm and swings around the corner in a sheer, lacy little thing. Her breasts are snug in satin and the panties are held on by ribbon.

“Fuck, Adelaide,” Taron says as she pauses by the foot of the bed. She crawls toward him and kisses him.

“Thank you,” she says.

“For what?”

“I needed that reaction,” she says, “I need to remember just the way you looked at me.”

“I’ll always remember you,” he says, kissing her again before pulling her to straddle his lap. “My gorgeous girl.”

She watches the gleam in his eye as he gently loosens the ribbon on her right shoulder and gingerly traces the line of skin it reveals. His lips press lightly to the underside of her jaw and move slowly down her chest. Moaning as he sucks her nipple into between his teeth, Addie threads her fingers in his hair and shifts her hips. Taron grips her hip and makes quick work of the other ribbon. Tossing the frilly garment aside, he bends to kiss her other breast, his body aching to be with hers.

Cradling her neck with one hand, he unties her underwear and slips the lace away from her skin. Addie pushes the sheet around his waist just enough to slide onto his hard cock. He sighs as she moves, his thumb brushing across her cheek. Her skin is wet and Taron’s sob is muffled against her lips. She stills, and instead they cling to each other.

Moments later, Addie nods, takes a deep breath and moves again. It doesn’t take long for them to come together, and Taron brushes her bangs from her face.

They settle into bed with Addie draped across his chest, and he twirls her hair around his finger.

“It’s funny,” Taron says. “The odds of me ever having sex with another woman who wears socks is slim to none.”

“I am a rare duck,” Addie laughs. “Are you already planning on sleeping with other women?”

“It’ll happen, won’t it? If you’re not here and I’m not there, I’ll see other people and so will you.”

“Well fuck. I didn’t know you would already be thinking about it when we literally just finished.”

“It’s your socks, Adelaide! I love that you wear sex socks.”

“Yeah, good luck finding someone willing to tweak your bum hole how you like it.”

“Addie!” Taron gasps before stifling a laugh. “You did that yourself and I just happened to enjoy it.”

“I know,” she says, “and that is why no one will ever be able to compete with me.”

“No one could ever compete with you anyway."

“I know,” she says before gently biting the skin over his rib, “but I am going to make sure you remember my skills.”

Taron groans as her lips wrap around his cock.

A quick doze later and Addie wakes to Taron between her thighs, both of them giggling as he takes her apart. It’s a marathon after that, revisiting all of their favorite positions and sometime in the early morning, they give into sleep and curl around each other.

Taron makes breakfast in the morning and Addie checks her belongings one last time. She never thought a man would be the reason leaving London was so hard, but Taron wasn’t any man. Soul mates weren’t something she believed in, but she knew He was the great love of her life, and it would be nearly impossible to fill the ache leaving would cause.

But, as he said, they would be together if they were meant to be together.

The ride to the airport is nearly silent; Jack can’t even bring himself to say much. The two men help her unload her suitcases and Jack kisses her cheek.

“So long,” Addie says, “to you both. You have my heart and I will miss you dearly.”

Taron kisses her again, trying to convey how much she means to him with the press of his lips. “I love you.”

Addie nods, feeling the bubble in her throat. She thought she was finished crying, but it gets harder to resist as she looks at his face.

“My boys.” She says, hugging them both again.

Taron squeezes her hand as she turns away and doesn’t look back.

“You want to go get pissed?” Jack asks as Addie fades into the crowd.

“God yes.”

And the days of Taron Egerton and Adelaide Lee are over.

#taron egerton #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton fan fiction #let lips do what hands do

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adeleisexceptional · 3 years

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DUALITY/Group Show @ Y Gallery | Woodbrook Trinidad & Tobago

Adele Todd .

Quilted blanket and dimensional embroidery thread.

81 x 65”2021

As a Performance Artist who works with Embroidery and Soft Materials among other Media, the possibilities for DUALITY seemed endless.

However, eventually I was moved to consider "Male Toxicity" as my theme.

The word Panty Man that is done tongue-in-cheek in neon pink is the Title that sets the viewer on their path of discovery.

The slang term is used to describe a man who is coddled and feminine in nature and a slur to homosexual men in particular.

The work is a large dark blue quilt with embroidery threads that on closer observation create individual words that must be looked at at close range and also, can only be seen one at a time as they do not have a chronology.

The viewer must move their own bodies to 'read' the piece.The quilt is a symbol of nurturing, safety and warmth.

The loose threads that thus fall from the quilt symbolises the unravelling of that safety.

We generally expect men to be 'men' and are unaware of how much our stereotyping of the male sex confuses boys as they grow to manhood.

I hope that my piece shall inspire those who interact with it, the opportunity, to consider when they themselves have perhaps used terminology seen on the quilt or words to that nature to define a man's character.

We are all guilty of a level of sexual politics for its own gain and must now consider that sensitivity is not a one way street.

-Adele Todd

#Adele/Y Gallery #Adele/DUality/Group Show #Adele/dimensional embroidery #Adele/Latest work 2021 #Embroidery #Quilting #Embroidery on quilting #dimensional embroidery on quilting #Adele #2021 #Art #exhibitions #Y Gallery Group Show #group shows in Trinidad and Tobago

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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FFT: just between you and me; drew mcintyre

Notes:

This is the second part to Drew and Adele’s story. If this seems all over the place that’s because there was a lot of time between the first ask I answered with them and this one and I... was a little lazy in that I did not go back and re-read the first one, I just rolled with whatever came, literally. But he is still an agent here, it’s just not really that noted...

{ wanna send in one of these? here’s how | masterlist of fake fic titles | marionette }

Summary:

Drew decides to truly throw caution to the wind and approach Adele. Things come to light and a situation is had. This is kind of the beginning to their little /relationship/ so to speak.

Pairing:

Drew McIntyre x OFC, Adele

Warnings:

uhhh... none off the top of my head.

Fraternization was frowned upon.

Especially, Drew thought to himself, when the fraternization in question involved the bosses girl.. However, a silly little thing like rules - or her dating his boss for that matter, hadn’t ever honestly stopped Drew McIntyre before and Drew wasn’t honestly willing to let it start now, either.

He had to have her all to himself. Fuck the rules, fuck the red tape. Fuck the fact that he kind of worked for her boyfriend as an enforcer. Her boyfriend didn’t deserve her, didn’t know how to handle her. Didn’t know what she needed or even liked.

Her boyfriend’s attention was always on making money… Or sneaking around behind her back with any number of bimbos under his employ.

Drew simply couldn’t fucking take it anymore. So tonight, he decided. Something was going to be done. He was going to make his presence known. It was simple really.. He’d seen the way she’d stare at him when she thought no one was watching. And the little accidental brushes against him in the elevator… Or the seeming to appear wherever he happened to be, like two nights ago when she wound up in the gym, watching him train for an upcoming prize fight. That whisper quiet voice she spoke to him with, the way it kept playing back over in his head at night whenever he’d lie down to sleep.

He was long past the point of ignoring the situation in the hopes that it’d resolve itself. Long past pretending not to notice all of the above. Long past pretending to barely notice Adele whenever she was around.

No, he’d made up his mind.

Adele was going to be his.

He caught sight of her walking into the club and the smirk came easily. This time, when her eyes darted around the crowded club, he didn’t busy himself or make it seem as if he didn’t notice. No, this time, when those big brown eyes settled on him, he was leaned casually against the wall staring right back at her.

Her cheeks turned pale pink and when her tongue slowly rolled over her lips, he chuckled and rubbed his chin.

He saw the widening of her eyes when he dared to wink at her. Before he could even think about making his way over, his boss was beside him, nudging.

“I need you to do somethin for me.”

“Wot?” Drew’s tone may or may not have come out impatient and irritated, then again, the guy did have the worst sense of timing ever and he always had. Drew tore his gaze off of where Adele had been standing seconds ago and fixed them on his boss. “Wot do yah want?”

“I’ve got a little private party goin on up on the fourth floor. Adele insisted on comin tonight. I need you to keep her busy. Whatever you’ve gotta do. She just doesn’t need to come up to the fourth floor. Are we clear?”

… Just say it’s an orgy and bloody go… Drew resisted the urge to say the words aloud, but then it hit him.. This was it, this was his shot.

This had to be a sign.

When Drew smirked and chuckled and made a remark about his boss’s plans for the night, his boss glared and repeated himself, rolling his eyes and wandering away to find the three women he’d most likely be taking up to the fourth floor.

Drew watched impatiently, waiting on his boss to make a hasty retreat and almost the second he had, Drew started to search the crowd of club goers for Adele. He spotted her over by the bar, staring out at the crowded dance floor wistfully.

He made his way over, sitting on the stool beside the one she had her back turned to and he leaned in, boldly grazing his mouth right against the outer edge of her ear.

Adele jumped, barely restrained a whimper she felt at the sudden contact of rough lips against her ear. She turned, tearing her eyes off the dance floor.

Just like she thought, the second they arrived earlier, her boyfriend immediately excused himself.

… you know what he’s doing… and you know that two can play at that game… so why not do what you want to do, what you’ve been wanting to do for weeks now, hmm?… the thought came and for once, Adele didn’t bother shoving it out of her head.

She was getting more than a little sick of being ignored, pushed aside for the club or his side chicks or his shady business deals made in dark alleys. She was getting sick of excuses and empty promises and having to rely on her battery powered best friend and every little run in with Drew McIntyre she’d ever had since the man started to work for her boyfriend to get her through lonely nights whenever her boyfriend was out God only knew where.

It was her turn to have a little fun.

She turned to face Drew and swallowed hard at the look in his eyes. He was staring at her with this intense look. He leaned in, reaching out, taking the beer he’d just ordered. He took a long pull from the bottle, not breaking his gaze once. “Yer boyfriend assigned me to yah.”

The tone in his voice, all rumbly and low and gravelly.. It had her clenching her thighs and barely managing not to whimper in response, especially when coupled with him leaning in closer, chuckling right in her ear as he lazily trailed long thick digits over her bare arms, tracing designs into her skin. She swallowed hard and finally, after about two or three seconds, she managed a passably intelligent response.

“That sounds about right.” Adele sighed and shook her head. She didn’t even feel as upset as she used to by her boyfriend’s antics anymore. If she weren’t afraid of what he might do, she’d most likely leave.

“He doesn’t realize ‘at’s th’ exact thing ah wanted ‘im t’ do.” Drew said it boldly and as calm as could be. Inside, he was anything but. His thoughts ranged from just getting her out on the dance floor, that petite little body of hers pressing -no rubbing, right against him… To sneaking her out the back way, lifting her up and pinning her against the wall as he slipped his hand up the bottom of her dress, rubbing and squeezing her cunt.

She licked her lips and Drew nearly lost his cool and his focus, but to look at the man, you’d never tell.

His admission shocked her to say the least. And under that intense gaze, she felt her legs turning to rubber and her thighs getting so slippery that crossing her legs only made them slip off of each other. The way he kept staring at her… If she had to compare it to anything, it’d be the way one looked at a present they were anxiously waiting to unwrap.

She couldn’t recall a time ever that she’d been looked at like that. The thought had her swallowing hard again and struggling to hold his gaze -and not fidget while doing it. The air between them was so thick it absolutely crackled with unspoken tension.. Sweltering heat.

He raised the bottle to his lips and took a few more sips, letting his words sink in for her, just to see what she’d do. He chuckled quietly and leaned in, their foreheads touching. “Wot’s ‘a matter? Cat got yer tongue?”

“N-no.” her voice wavered a little and despite her knowing this was not going to go well, her boyfriend could come up and see them at any second, Adele couldn’t resist leaning in closer and mumbling “Not at all. What’s your plan?”

Drew inched in closer. Those rough lips brushed right against her own when he responded, “T’ keep yah so distracted ‘at y’ don’t give a damn about ‘im. Is et workin so far?”

Adele’s breath caught in her throat as her lips brushed against him and she managed to muster the nerve to dart her tongue out and trail it teasingly over the rough surface of his mouth as she answered, “I think so, yeah.”

Drew’s hand gripped her thigh and his other hand gripped the back of her neck as he leaned in and completely closed the distance between their mouths, the hand on the back of her neck tangling in her hair and tugging her mouth greedily against his as deep as possible. The hand on her thigh started to slowly trail upward, underneath the hem of the little black dress and he hissed quietly as his tongue tangled with hers and her hand found it’s way down to the bulge strained against his favorite pair of jeans, rubbing idly. “Already drippin for me. Ah like ‘at.” Drew’s teeth hooked on her lower lip as he practically growled the statement, his hand moving up her thigh, coming to rest palm down over a pair of very soaked silk panties, rubbing her cunt. When she started to rub herself against the flat of his hand, he chuckled, breaking the kiss to breathe. She was rubbing her hand over the growing bulge in his jeans a little faster, more insistently and when she whimpered, the man snapped.

He pulled her into his lap, removing his hand in favor of letting her rub herself against an aching erection. Teeth connected with lip again and he bit down, tugging until he knew her lips were going to be bruised under the weight of his kisses and bites.

Oh, bet your ass… Drew McIntyre wanted to leave his mark behind. He wanted it known what he’d done.

Adele was well past the point of worrying, caring even if they got caught. She rocked against the bulge strained at his jeans and gripped his shirt, pulling herself closer, burying her lips in the skin along the side of his neck. He gripped her body to hold her in place on his lap and bucked into her from below. A quiet groan came as she moaned against his throat, “Get me out of here.”

“Yer sure yah want ta do ‘at?”

“Positive. If he can have his fun, so can I.”

Drew stood, not bothering to untangle Adele from his body and he strode out the door and into the night in search of the nearest remote place.

He was finally going to have her all to himself. Phase one of his little plan had been a success. He couldn’t wait to feel her body pinned beneath his, to tear off the clothes she wore, to leave his marks all over her.

Something deep down told him she couldn’t wait either…

#drew mcintyre fanfiction #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre fic #drew mcintyre oneshot #drew mcintyre imagine #// this is the third part I think idk #// if this little 'series' seems all over the place it's bc there was so much time between answers I gave.#// anyway I enjoyed writing it

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11thstreetgirl · 4 years

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Bedtime stories

PART 1

AN: Since I haven’t got any inspiration to write anything new for a while now I started to translate my old stuff. Like, very old stuff. I’ll be posting these short things under the title Bedtime stories. They are old, they are gringey and mostly badly translated lol but maaaybe somewhat entertaining. In most of them there’s two “romantic interests” living with the Hanoi boys as these are written between me and my bestie, and as I don’t want to use our names that originally were in these I just refer to those names as “Sami’s girl” ect if you wonder why those are there. In some of these there’s a character called Adele which is just to have a name there, you can imagine your best friend there! and so on and so on...

Summary: You’re living with the band and Andy is always up to tease you (Andy x reader)

- Heeyy guys! Food’s ready! Her voice rang from the kitchen, accompanied with a wonderful smell from whatever she just pulled out of the oven. Nasty immediately dropped his guitar and rushed to sit at the table. We could almost hear his stomach rumble. Me and Michael looked at each other and burst out laughing. Nasty was always hungry. Michael put his harmonica back into his pocked and pulled me up from the floor. Razzle was dozing off on the sofa so I poked his arm to signal that he should get up too before there wouldn’t be anything to eat anymore. Sami and Andy ran down the stairs too.

These moments were rare in this household; to have everyone gather around the same table at the same time to eat. Not that there was proper food available too often anyways. Now Sami’s girl had cooked lasagna for all of us; cheap and filling. Just what we wanted.

Andy sat next to me. He gave me a funny smile, a bit mischievous, something I couldn’t quite read. I observed all of us sitting there around the table. I guess we were like a family now, a weird, colorful, crazy family. At least we looked after each other.

The only time this house was quiet was when everyone was eating. At least it was quiet until Michael started to tell a story, something that we all had heard a hundred times. I did love his stories with all my heart, but right now I couldn’t concentrate. I felt Andy staring at me and as I turned towards him he gave a quick kiss on my cheek. Dear weird Andy. I never knew what he was up to or what he wanted. In a way that was the thing that facinated me the most about him. Time after time it left me wondering how lucky I was to be with him of all people.

Michael’s voice sounded beautiful even when I couldn’t concentrate on his words. I watched him shining like the sun, his blond hair a halo around him. Where do these kind on creatures come from? These kind of creatures that this band was made of, mischievous like little kids, playing like they had been born with their instruments, looking like gods?

My line of thought was interrupted as Andy discreetly hauled his chair closer to mine. I shot him a questioning look but his face gave me no clue about what he was up to. I finally tried to take part in the conversation but couldn’t quite get the hang of it. Andy clearly had other things in mind too as I felt his hang land on my knee. It rested there for a while, then his fingers got interested in the hem of my skirt and started to fiddle with it. Andy was eating with his other hand like he wasn’t at all aware of what the other was doing. I poked peas into my mouth one by one. Michael was arguing about something with Nasty but still the words didn’t make sense to me. I looked at Sami and his girl sitting opposite each other, their gazes having a whole conversation. They looked like they lived in their own bubble.

Andy’s fingers clearly got bored with the hem and started to feel their way up all the way to my hip. All the while Andy’s expression was totally blank, he even nodded every now and then participating in the conversation. I tried to concentrate on something else too. I watched Sami’s blushed cheeks and tried to understand all the words he wasn’t saying. I watched Razzle’s smile and Nasty’s overgrown bangs. I watched the broken clock on the wall. But all that really got registered in my brain was Andy’s hand slowly sliding back to my skirt’s hem and then under it. I dropped my fork on the plate with a loud cling and the conversation stopped. I forced a smile and hoped my face wasn’t all red yet. Andy just smiled next to me, way too pleased with himself. Fuck he loved to tantalize me. His fingers were drawing circles on my thigh. The rings on his fingers were cold, his fingers were hot and my cheeks were burning. I still tried to look normal, eating tiny pieces but it was getting hard to swallow. Just as I got something into my mouth Andy’s fingers followed the outline of my panties between my legs and I almost choked. Violently coughing I got up and ran upstairs.

Before I even reached our bedroom I head Andy excuse himself to come and check if I was okay. He leaped up the stairs and I pushed him into our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

- You just had to! Now of all moments! I was a little pissed at him.

- Yes I had to, he grinned at me and clearly wasn’t the slightest bit sorry about interrupting our meal. He really did love teasing me, more than I even knew. I sat on the bed and coughed a few times. I turned my back to him. Andy sat right next to me and put his arm around me.

- Honey… Please don’t be mad at me… Andy showered little kisses on my cheek and jaw.

- I can give you dessert…

- My God you’re such a cliche.

- But you like cliches! Andy smiled against my cheek. His hand was exploring under my skirt again. I thought about my options: I could keep sulking and go back downstairs under the wondering looks of the others, or I could give in to Andy and the fact that he knew how to please me. I turned my head to squint at him and immediately his lips were on mine in a reconciling kiss.

- What am going to do with you… I mumbled into the kiss. This man was impossible.

- You’re not going to do anything. I do and you enjoy.

Andy pushed me to lie on the bed, never breaking the kiss. It was gentle and passionate and fast. He showered kisses on my jaw and neck and in my hair. His hands were caressing my body, all the spots that only Andy knew I liked to be touched in. I gave into him. He really knew what I liked and saved no effort in doing so. He lifted his shirt off and threw it on the floor, soon accompanied by my top and skirt. Andy’s lips caressed my shoulders, my chest, stomach, thighs, hips… I just whimpered under him as he kissed all over my body. Andy pulled his pants off and grabbed my hips. His eyes were on fire.

- Baby...

I lied on top of Andy so that I could listen to his heartbeat. Thum-thump, thum-thump it beat to me. I drew small hearts on his chest. With my other ear I was listening to the sounds from downstairs. Before we could even register it someone was hopping up the stairs and Andy barely got a blanket to cover us before the door opened. Sami’s fluffy hair poked in and he looked at us first with surprise, then with mischievous victory.

- Just like that! Sami laughed and hopped back down, leaving us lying there startled and embarrassed.

- Guys! I was right! They were having sex! Sami’s voice ran through the house.

// taglist: just my loyal birthdayboy @thespacecowboyyy for now

#fanfiction #hanoi rocks #andy mccoy

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mattness · 4 years

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Arno and Adele, “Please, stay”

Adele awoke to the sun creeping through the curtains. She opened her eyes lazily and found Arno quietly preparing to leave. The man pulled on a blue t-shirt, then zipped up the fly of his black jeans and tightened the belt. Adele sat up with a smile and pulled the covers up to her chest, immediately attracting Arno's attention. "Are you running away?" "Yes. Sorry to wake you", Arno smiled apologetically and leaned over to kiss Adele, who was still not fully awake. "I'll try to get back to you around six o'clock today. Maybe early." "I wish you would stay, Arno", Adele pouted as the assassin headed out of the bedroom and into the hall. The girl quickly slipped out of bed, put on a black bra and panties, hurrying after her beloved. She arrived just as Arno was pulling a matching blue leather jacket over his shoulders. He smiled slyly at the girl, who immediately closed the distance between them and put her arms around his neck, kissing him gently and insistently on the lips. Arno laughed and put his arm around her waist, but returned the kiss by running his tongue over her lower lip. "Stay, Arno", Adele whispered, reluctantly lifting her mouth from his. The assassin patted her on the back. "I'll make you breakfast. Just stay. At least for a couple of hours." "So, it will take us an hour for breakfast, and the second hour what will we do?" Dorian asked, immediately catching the playful look in her brown eyes. He laughed, feeling Adele's hands slip under his jacket and try to get under t-shirt. It was impossible to resist her.

#arno dorian #assassin's creed #assassin's creed unity #au #romantic au #modern au #love #my character #adele di fiore #arno x adele #fanfiction #fanfics #my fanfic

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dumbchickwrites · 5 years

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Rolling in the Deep

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst? Bucky's an asshole? I don't know, man, I'm so bad at those warning things.

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song Rolling in the Deep by Adele.

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You loved him. That's why you gave him a second chance. Then a third. You still loved him. But now, you'd had enough.

You were supposed to be at your parents' for the week, leaving Bucky with the rest of the team at the compound. At the bottom of your heart, you knew this would happen. So before you left, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to notify you if a stranger entered the premises. You'd already unpacked your belongings in your old bedroom at your family home when your phone buzzed in the back pocket of your jeans.

You snorted at the image. Of course, he was too smart to bring her back to your room, the guest house, as Tony liked to call it, was more convient, only a five minute walk from the main building. Without thinking, you grabbed your car keys, jumped in your car and rushed down the roads back to the compound. Your hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that it felt like the leather was going to rip off the skin of your palms. The fire in your chest was growing by the second. Soon, it took over your whole body and your movements were driven by anger.

You slammed the door to the common room open, startling every one in there. Your eyes landed on Steve and Sam. One's face became so pale that it could blend in with the tiles and the other's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Oh boy," Carol said, her mouth full of Fruit Loops. "This is gonna be fun."

You stomped in the closest weapon room, grabbing your favourite double barrel shotgun and stuffing a few shells in your jacket pockets. Steve was looking at you from the doorway.

"Out of my way, Rogers."

He didn't move, glaring down at you. Even though you were much smaller than him, you held his gaze.

"I said," you took a step forward. "Out of my fucking way, Rogers."

He let out a sigh and stepped aside. He didn't want to fight you, and Bucky was a trained super soldier. He probably thought you wouldn’t cause much damage to his best friend.

The shotgun on your shoulder, you walked past everyone in the common room, exiting the main building. You armed the shotgun while marching towards the guest house, the rest of the team quite far behind you. James Barnes was going to regret he'd even met you.

Not even bothering to touch the doorknob, you cocked the gun and fired on the doorknob, kicking the door open.

There were Bucky and his new girlfriend. He was shielding her with his body, his metal arm missing, from the potential intruder. A few drops of sadness tried to extinguish the fire in you but it only grew stronger.

"Funny," you cocked the shotgun and Bucky raised his head to look at you. "That's how you used to cover me on the field."

"(Y/N), I —" He made his puppy eyes, begging you to give him another chance. You couldn't believe you'd even given your heart to someone who didn't even have all of his limbs.

"Do not tell me you can explain, I'm sick of it! You!" The shaking brunette looked up at you, her eyes full of tears and fear. "Get out of here before I blow your brains out."

She didn't move, still shaking in Bucky's arms like a leaf. Sighing, you shot the large window behind them which made her scream. She jumped on her feet, getting out in the night only dressed in her panties and one of Bucky's gym shirts.

"That's it, Buck. You've run outta chances and my patience has reached its limits," you snarled.

"What are you gonna do, doll? Kill me?"

"You're damn right I will. That what you call her too? And the other? And the one before that?" your finger was itching to pull that trigger and blow that charming smirk off his stupid face.

"What can I say?" he shrugged. "I have a type."

You scoffed and fired. He ducked at the right moment, looked at his metal arm laying on a chair nearby. You reached it before him and slapped him across the face with it. The force of the weapon was uncontrolled so it made him fall on his back. Pulling your knife from your right boot, you lunged towards him, aiming for his face. The blade landed right where his face would have been if he hadn't rolled over to his arm and placed it back on his shoulder. He flexed it a few times as your whole body tensed up, combat ready.

"Still think that's hot?" he smirked as he caught you looking at its arm.

"Maybe when I'll blow it up."

"I don't want to hurt you, (Y/N)."

You let out a humourless laugh. "It's a little late for that, don't you think?"

With a scream, you picked up the TV from its place and threw it in his direction. Bucky threw himself at you, trying to pin you down but you were much quicker than him. Capturing his head between your thighs, you twisted your body downwards as if you were going to do a headstand and used all the strength in your lower body to make him fall over. A typical Natasha move.

You took advantage of the situation and straddled Bucky, grabbing your knife from the ground. He caught your arm with his metal hand as you were about to stab him.

“Stop, (Y/N). You know you can’t overpower me,” your ex-boyfriend said, his blue gaze fixated on yours.

You dropped your knife and rolled over to sit on the ground with your back to the couch. You watched as Bucky stood up, massaging his neck. He looked at you for a few seconds, with those damn puppy eyes. A few days ago you would’ve spread your legs wide open at the sight of it. But not anymore. It was over.

Tears started welling up in your eyes but you willed yourself to regain your composure and be strong. You couldn’t cry in front of him. It was over. But you still wanted him to feel your pain. So when Bucky turned his back to you, you got your small revolver from the back of your jeans and aimed it right where his right lung should be.

“No!”

A hand moved yours just as you pulled the trigger. You watched Bucky collapse on the ground, hitting his head hard in the process. You and Steve looked at each other. Then at the gun in your hand. You didn’t protest when he snatched it out of your grasp and ran over to Bucky, nor when Sam came to help you up.

You were stunned. Why though? Wasn’t this what you wanted just a few seconds ago? To make him pay for what he’s done to you? But as you walked past Bucky’s body on the ground, a dark hole in his flesh, tears started streaming down your face.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

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exo-can · 5 years

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Growing Pains: River Lea

A collection inspired by Adele’s album 25

Part: 1) When We Were Young 2) I Miss You 4)Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

WARNING: Smut, consensual but angsty.

“It’s been weeks,” A heavy sigh pushed past your lips making the coffee you held ripple, almost daring to splash over the edge. You almost wanted it to, just to see if it would quell all the thoughts bouncing around your brain for a moment. “Why can’t I stop thinking about him?!”

Hearing the frustration oozing from your voice, Luna’s eyes softened sympathetically. Her words were unusually careful when she offered, “Maybe your heart is trying to give you a sign?”

“What do you mean?” Your eyes squinted as a warning for her to tread carefully while you took a sip from your mug, the store still bustling around you.

“I mean,” Luna started, the jingling of the coffee shop door sounding as she spoke. “Maybe you’re not being honest with yourself with how you feel about him and Woojin.”

“I love Woojin.” You deadpanned, knowing you were being difficult. Then again, you were always difficult lately.

“I know you do,” Luna replied, exasperated. “Look, I’m not saying Woojin isn't a good guy. I actually think he’s a great guy. But that night was supposed to be about closure and obviously that's not what happened. We love different people in different capacities and no relationship is the same as the last. Obviously some part of you isn’t satisfied, you’d do better to understand that now than figure it out later like I did in college. Maybe you’re missing something that you had with Yoongi. Or maybe it’s just because you slept with him and old feelings are clouding new ones and confusing you. If you still want to be with Woojin--”

“I do.” You reaffirmed, though not just to her.

She was silent for a moment, save for the tap of her nail on her mug. “Have you told him?”

“No,” you shook your head, staring down at the brown liquid in your cup. Guilt gnawed at your stomach, but fear overpowered it. “How can I?”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’ll have to eventually. Don’t wait too long, okay?” You groaned, but nodded anyway. “In any case, I think talking to Yoongi would help.”

You looked at her confused. “How?”

“I think it’d give you an inkling of how you’re actually feeling seeing as you were drunk last time.” She shrugged. “Just my opinion though.”

“I..” you trailed off into a murmur. Mulling over her suggestion you tried to imagine what you would even say, ‘hey Yoongs, sorry to bother you but I really need to see you so i can determine whether or not having sex with you was because I still love you or not regardless of how you’re feeling about it’? Sinking into your seat, you willed the universe to just let you turn back time just this once. Life had been so much easier before that stupid party. But fate was cruel and you weren’t blessed with time turning powers, nor had you come across anything that had been. In all honesty, you knew that Luna was probably right but there were a few obstacles standing in your way. For one, you didn’t even know what his phone number was or where he lived and you sure as hell weren’t going to ask Taehyung for it. Lord knows you would never hear the end of it if you did. Secondly, on top of not knowing what to say if you did get to meet up with him, every time you pictured yourself alone with him your mind would stray to thoughts that most definitely weren’t appropriate for someone who wasn’t your boyfriend. Like the way his lips had felt like pillows. Or how sinews of muscle had tensed under your touch. Even the way his lithe frame had glistened in the moonlight as droplets of pool water dripped down his chest further, and further, and -- Shaking your head to will away your daydream, you finally answered with cheeks the color of cherries, “I can’t do that.”

Luna smirked and for a moment you were terrified that even if the universe had been so cruel to you, perhaps it had been gracious to her and she could see every thought that touched your mind. Taking a sip of her drink, she shrugged, “Suit yourself, but Tae and I are planning a get together to celebrate the first song Yoongi has worked on being released soon if you change your mind.”

“Since when do you and Tae hold parties together? Not to mention for Yoongi?” You replied, moving your gaze to the window, watching people walking past the quaint coffee shop on the street. He’s already done one? He must be doing well...

A nervous laugh bubbled out of Luna’s mouth, “about that…”

Your head snapped back to see her fiddling with her mug, a blush tinting the apples of her cheeks. “What?”

“Tae and I…” she murmured, eyes catching yours exactly once before fluttering down to her lap. Her voice barely reached your ears as she finished quickly, “we maybe, sort of hooked up which maybe kind of turned into us going on a date?”

“You…” Vaguely, you knew you probably looked like a fish with how far your mouth was hanging open. Shocked, you didn’t think about the volume of your voice before you boomed, “What?!”

“Oh my god, Y/N. Would you keep it down?” She exclaimed, glancing around the small coffee shop as the blush on her cheeks reached her ears.

Your eyes drifted to the other patrons, mumbling small ‘sorry’s even though you were too dumbfounded to actually care. Once you finally finished with apologies, you said in a much more hushed tone, “When?”

Tucking her hair behind her ears, she replied sheepishly, “At the party.”

“Wait, as in the same party as…” She nodded, not daring to look at you. It wasn’t as though you hadn’t noticed their incessant flirting, but to be frank, that was something they had been doing for years. When Yoongi had said that all the rooms were taken, you had just assumed that he meant that it was the others who were in them and not your two best friends. As you realized your mistake, your heart began to sink in your chest. “Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I was going to. Really, I was.” She sighed softly, fiddling with her nearly empty mug. “I was actually going to tell you the morning after it happened but you were freaking out about Yoongi and I don’t know, I just didn’t want to add anything to your stress.”

A frown settled on your lips and self loathing roared in your heart for what seemed like the millionth time over the past month. How could I have been so self absorbed? “I’m sorry, Luna. I really am happy for you though. I know how long you two have been drooling over each other.”

“Thanks,” She replied, completely dismissing your teasing to reassure you instead, “but don’t be sorry. I’m the one who never told you.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, disappointment in your lack of attentiveness toward your closest friend when she had practically doted on you for the past few weeks while you were in crisis mode. “But I should’ve known something was up. You’ve only been flirting for what, six- seven years?”

She giggled at that, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s seriously fine. I wasn’t sure I wanted everyone to know just yet anyway.”

“What? Why? ” You quirked your head. You’d never known Luna to be anyone besides the person who shouted anything and everything that happened to her through a megaphone. There were very few times when she withheld anything from you besides when… Your mouth shaped an ‘o’ as you jumped to conclusions about why she could have been avoiding telling you. “Was he bad in bed?!”

She laughed loudly at your assumption and a furious blush reignited at her cheeks, “actually, it’s the complete opposite. He--”

“Ew, gross. Actually, I really don’t wanna know about your sex lives when you are basically my siblings.” you said, scrunching your nose and shuddering dramatically. “Everything else, though. Dish.”

Just like that, she delved into a giggling tangent while you fingered the handle of your mug, grateful to have even the smallest amount of normalcy grace your life.

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His ink colored irises bored into yours as his fingers ghosted over the flesh of your waist. His mouth was inches from yours; so close that you could feel the moist warmth of his breath fanning against your lips. Dipping down, the plush pillows of his lips grazed yours before gliding down your jaw, making you shudder as you tried your hardest to imagine the scent of him replacing the actual fragrance that lingered around you. Distantly, you recognized that the fingers drifting down to your panties weren’t his but you willed yourself to replace each touch with the one you’d felt weeks prior. Grateful for the darkness of night camouflaging your face, you kept the lids of your eyes squeezed shut.

Digits scratched over your skin as they yanked the damp fabric down your legs. Like a movie playing on your closed lids, you could see the way he would’ve smirked at you when he exposed you because ‘I’ve barely touched you’. You allowed a moan to bubble up from your chest, aching for him to just touch you where you really craved it. In your mind’s eye, you could see the way his smirk would have disappeared into something less teasing, something darker. There was no foreplay, as there often wasn’t when it came to the man who was actually towering over you. His length prodded your entrance and you dutifully spread your legs wide, trying your best to not let the sigh of disappointment pass the confines of your mouth as he filled you.

His thrusts were shallow and unfulfilling and your mind couldn’t help but remind yourself of how well you’d been filled out by the person you were imagining between your legs before. You ached for more. For him. Even as your boyfriend did his best to pleasure you in the moment, it was nothing to the mere memory of the man in your fantasies. If you tried hard enough, you could almost feel how his fingers had dug into your hips hard enough to leave little half moons behind. Squeezing your eyes shut, you wound your arms around the man above you, morphing every touch into someone else’s.

“Yoo-” Eye’s snapping open, you caught yourself and tried your best to mask your slip up with a lie, “You feel so good, babe.”

He grinned down at you, not even catching the way you peeked to the side to avoid giving yourself away. Every time your walls clenched around him, you noted the differences between how your boyfriend felt compared to the man who plagued your mind and filled each gap with memories of the latter. And yet nothing was enough.

Feeling Woojin’s thrusts getting more frantic and even more sloppy than they had been before, disappointment bloomed in your chest. Keeping a frown at bay, you prepared yourself to perform an act that you’d practically perfected over the last few weeks. Playing along well enough to keep your partner happy, you read his form. Gauging his pleasure, you waited for the moment when he lost himself in you to become the makeshift actress. A disingenuous moan made its way up your throat, Woojin lowering himself to rest on his forearms as a small grin graced his lips. It was so blatantly obvious to you that your cry of pleasure was a poor imitation of what you really sounded like, but Woojin ate it up. Retreating into yourself, frustration made tears shimmer in the corners of your eyes as Woojin buried his face into your neck and his thrusts slowed and his length softened.

Strands of your hair fell in front of your face as your head lolled to the side, barely wincing when he slipped out of you. Refusing to look at him, you halfheartedly responded when he kissed your clavicle and murmured words of affection. You felt like you were about to burst when he ran his thumb across the skin of your cheek. A swirling pit of darkness making its home in your heart as he stared down at your quiet form, before whispering, “Babe, is everything okay with us?”

Taking a shuddering breath you forced yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, hoping your eyes weren’t glistening too brightly when you finally dared to meet his gaze. Worry made his brow scrunch and your heart clench. Softly you lifted yourself to brush your lips against his before doing your best to give him a convincing smile and whispering, “Of course it is.”

“Are you sure?” You knew that you didn’t deserve this level of concern. Not after what you had done. Not after you had just imagined someone else having sex with you instead of him. The right thing to do, you knew, would be to tell him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Woojin was everything you’d dreamed your life partner to be when you were a child. Handsome, kind, and successful. Hell, he was everything any woman could want. So why is that not enough anymore? And by all means, it had been until a month ago. Which was also why you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about your betrayal.

“I’m sure.”

‘Okay,” he responded, doubt and concern convoluting his voice. “It’s just- you’ve been a little distant lately… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Your smile cracked a little and you lied through your teeth, “I know, i’m sorry. I’ve just been a bit stressed is all.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His eyes studied your face as you shook your head. From the way the concern still painted his features, you knew he didn’t fully believe your lie. But like the good man he is, he chose not to press you further. Instead he ducked down to peck your lips. “Okay, as long as you’re alright.”

The conversation fell silent as he rolled off you and pulled the covers up to his chin. Adjusting yourself to lay on your side, you winced when his arm wound it’s way around your waist and guilt gnawed at your soul. Tears welled in your eyes as he pressed a chaste kiss onto the skin of your spine before settling into the pillows. You felt numb as he held you, patiently waiting for his breathing to soften before you let yourself delve into all the thoughts that ate at your mind. When you were sure that the depths of slumber had him firmly in their grasp, you carefully lifted his arm off of you and placed it by his side. Skin scorching in all the wrong ways from his touch, you scooted as far away from him as you could, your body hugging the edge of the mattress.

Bile rose in your throat and disgust made your stomach wrench. You felt filthy in ways you never thought you could. When you slept with Yoongi, everything seemed to shift. You’d been content with Woojin before, happy even. Now, with him at an arm's length away, you felt unbearably alone. No matter how desperately you tried to shake Yoongi from your mind, he lingered. Each moment that slipped by, waking or not, he was in the back of your head constantly reminding you that you hadn’t gotten over him like you thought you had. Weren’t happy with Woojin like you had thought you had been. And yet you still clung to Woojin though you knew it was unfair in so many ways. So desperate to push the fog of confusion that surrounded your relationship with Yoongi into obscurity, you stole happiness away from Woojin. Not just surface happiness, but the kind you only get when you are with someone you really truly loved and who truly loved you in return. You took that away from him and you knew it.

A soundless sob wracked your frame as hot tears finally slipped out of your eyes. Turning in the sheets to face Woojin’s sleeping form, you didn’t shove the tears down as you had before. Feeling a little of the warmth of him that still resided in your core trickle out of you, a fresh wave of tears overcame you as you whispered into the cold, dark room “I’m so sorry.”

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Nerves rattled your body as you walked briskly down hall to Luna’s apartment. A mantra of ‘you’re only here to sort what happened out’ was on repeat in your mind as your strides became unconsciously shorter. No matter how much you stalled it though, the door eventually was in front of you, your clammy hands sliding against the fabric of your jean skirt in an attempt to dry them. The effort was fruitless, as only a couple of seconds later, they were just as sweaty as before. Wondering if maybe you should just go home instead, you gazed longingly down the empty hallway. The idea was quickly put to bed though as flashes of Woojin waving you off from the couch entered your mind.

“Fuck it.” You muttered beneath your breath, raising a closed fist to knock the door lightly.

Behind the wood, there was a loud thunk and some rushed foot steps before the door swung open and a disheveled Taehyung made an appearance. The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, his adam’s apple bobbing with eyes as wide as saucers as you spotted a smear of lipstick on his neck. Stifling a laugh, you swept past him and flicked the spot, casually commenting, “Have you showered lately? Looks you might be growing something.”

Squishing his head to his shoulder he merely smiled triumphantly, quickly deducing that you knew about your two best friends engaging in more than just friendly activities. Peeking around the apartment, you spotted Luna sitting on the kitchen counter with a drink in hand while her free one rubbed her head with a pout on her lips.

“You’re early.” She said, thinking that you hadn’t known her long enough to know when she was cursing you out in her head which you most definitely had.

“Actually,” you replied, walking to the fridge and grabbing a cooler. Popping it open, you sipped back some of the liquid courage and prayed it would be enough for you to confront Yoongi. “I’m right on time. You told me 8.”

Drawing her eyes to the clock on the stove, she pulled her brows together in confusion. “I did?”

“You did. “ you responded in a sing-song voice. Moving so Taehyung could grab a drink from the fridge too, you finished, “I could go to the lobby and act as a distraction while you two finish up if you want.”

Taehyung banged his head against the top of the fridge, giving himself a matching bump as Luna. Letting out a giggle, Luna grabbed for the hem of Taehyung’s shirt. Catching hold of the fabric she reeled him closer so she could massage the bump through the strands of his hair, cooing “That’s okay.”

You gagged, “not in front of me please.”

At that very moment, a knock resounded against the door. Seeing the interruption as a chance for escape, you swiftly turned on your heel and made for the door. Behind you, you could hear a deep chuckle at your antics before the same voice countered, “It’s payback from college.”

“Bullshit,” you exclaimed, cheeks flaring with a brilliant shade of red as you weaved your way past the furniture to the door. You knew exactly who Taehyung was referring to when he spoke and he knew exactly how much it would rile you up when he said it. Venom laced your tone as you closed your hand on the door knob and pulled the door open while snapping, “We were never bad with PDA and you fucking know it, you ass-”

A gust of air made your hair flutter and gently brush your face as your eyes were blown wide, now realizing that you probably shouldn’t have been the one to answer the door so that this very thing wouldn't happen. Yoongi stood in front of you, as calm and collected as ever. His face held no indication of how he felt to see you after what had happened. You hadn’t expected it to, but that didn’t mean you it didn’t trouble you at all to see that he wasn’t at all bothered like you were. In all honesty, it made you a little jealous. Yoongi had always been different than you in that aspect. He could hide nearly everything he felt if he chose to whereas your feelings always seemed to hang on the edge of your sleeves. Not for the first time, you wished he could teach you how he did it. Maybe if you knew, you wouldn’t be so bad at lying to Woojin and this all really could just disappear.

Just as Taehyung opened his mouth to greet his friend from the kitchen, you forced Yoongi further into the hall by placing a hand on his chest and stepped away from the apartment. Closing the door hastily behind you, you avoided his confused gaze as much as possible and ignored the feeling of fire licking at your skin from where his body met your hand. As soon as you heard the click of the latch catching you tore your hand away, covering it like it was dirty by clutching it in your other one. Silence fell in the hallway, your gaze still glued to the ground as Yoongi shifted awkwardly in front of you and cleared his throat.

“Y/N?” He spoke softly, trying not to aggravate the obvious tension in your frame further. When you didn’t respond by way of speech or body language, he tried again, “You going to tell me why we’re out here or--”

“We need to talk.” You replied abruptly.

“Okay,” he said. You didn’t need to elaborate as to why; Yoongi always had been good at reading you. Though, in this case you were pretty sure that anyone would’ve been able to guess the reason if they knew what you two had done. “Let’s talk then.”

“I don’t want them to hear and the others are gonna get here soon.” You nodded toward the door. “Is it okay if we go to the roof?”

“It is.” He said quietly. “Though if this is about what I think it’s about, i’m pretty sure they all know already.”

“I know, I just-” you bit your lip, vivid memories of your voices bouncing of the walls of your tiny dorm from what seemed like a lifetime ago flashing across your mind. No matter if it was love, sex, or even fights, everything between the two of you had always burned like wildfire, something your last meeting had only reaffirmed. “I think it would be better somewhere else.”

Nodding in understanding, he invited you to take the lead by motioning his hand toward the elevator, palm upward. Stepping away from him, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Pressing the ‘up’ button, you tried your best to expel the nervousness you felt. Your fingers fidgeted as the elevator made its way to your floor. Teeth caught your lip and when the the metallic doors finally opened, you rushed in and pressed the top floor button where you knew there was a terrace. With your brain running at top speed a nice and secluded space where you could just breathe was what you hoped would help you from making the situation any worse than it already was. Neither of you said anything to one another on the ride up, but you could feel his gaze on you as you worried your lip between your incisors. Trying to focus on anything but the proximity between you, you stared intently as the bright blue glare of the numbers as they changed with every floor you passed. Cheering the little numbers on as though you could somehow make them go faster, you had to force yourself not to groan in defeat when they slowed and stopped at a floor before the one you desired.

The world seemed to be conspiring against you. When the doors open, it wasn’t only a couple of people, but seven. When it was apparent you weren’t going to move by your own volition, still distressed that you couldn't even catch one god damn break, Yoongi gently curled his fingers over your shoulder with a sigh. Your eyes bulged as he eased you in front of him, fingers laying over your collarbone as his thumb kissed the skin of your neck softly. Taking a deep breath, you forced your eyes to fall on the blue numbers again as the elevator creaked and began to move. Pointedly, you ignored the way you could feel the warmth of his body behind you. Eyes fluttered to the other people in the elevator, wondering if they noticed the palpable tension between yourself and Yoongi. If they did, they didn’t care, the group laughing at something amongst themselves. Your limbs ached to just lean back, the delicious touch of his skin much more tempting than you’d dare to admit. If you shifted your weight in the slightest, you knew you’d brush up against him and if you were honest, you wanted to. But with the way even the faint brush of his skin against yours seemed to rile you up, you knew you couldn’t. When the elevator lurched to a stop only a few floors from your destination and the group filtered out, you detached yourself from him. Quickly putting distance between the two of you, a part of you lamented at the thought that the small caress could very well be the last you’d ever receive from him after tonight.

Once the doors slid shut once more, it didn’t take much longer for the smooth female voice to announce your arrival to the rooftop terrace. This time when the metal doors lurched open, a gust of wind rushed to your face, wafting the air of the city into the alcove where the elevator resided. Yoongi was the first to step out, hands shoved into his pockets as he exited the elevator and past the steel door that lead to outside and had been left open by a previous visitor. Following tentatively, your stomach flipped as currents of nerves battered against its walls. Nearing the edge of the roof, Yoongi reached out to touch the steel railing that protected him from falling over the edge. He didn’t look back at you, though the halt of your footsteps was a clear indicator that you weren’t going to join him as he gazed over the city. Distance was what you needed to create, be it metaphorical or physical.

As he leaned over to rest his forearms against the rail, you couldn’t help but admire him despite your determination to extinguish any and all fires he kindled inside your heart. No matter how many times you saw him, or how much time had passed, Min Yoongi never ceased to be one of the most beautiful human beings you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. The sun was setting on the far side of the city, making the edges of his blonde hair glow while his alabaster skin glinted under the rays. The cloth of his long sleeve shirt draped over his back, rising and falling along the curves of his shoulder blades and spine. With his weight resting on one leg, his black skinny jeans scrunched together at the back of his knee as he bent his free leg to cross his foot over the other. With his form hunched over like this, you couldn’t help but notice that he seemed a little weary. His shoulders were slumped and his form was tense despite its position. Perhaps it was wrong, but a small corner of your heart blazed at the thought that you still knew at least some his tells.

Watching his back rise and fall as he let out a sigh, you immediately felt terrible that you had been celebrating at his expense and you almost opened your voice to ask him what was wrong before you remembered that wasn’t your place anymore. Though your tongue itched to say something, anything, that would help him, you choked the words down. Perhaps i’ll talk to Namjoon… You suggested inside your head, reasoning that it was more for Yoongi than it was to quell your own worries, though you knew it was a lie.

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on the task at hand but now that you were up here, you didn’t really know where to begin. First you wondered if it would be best to start by bringing up Woojin, but the idea immediately made you feel like vomiting, so you chose not to. Then you thought perhaps you could congratulate him on his success, but then reassessed knowing that once you started rambling, you wouldn’t be able to stop. Lastly, you thought about yourself. Not how you looked or something like that, but about how you would’ve liked to be approached in this situation. About how you would’ve taken the least amount of damage when being told that someone thought having sex with you was a mistake. Admittedly, the answer wasn’t clear. There was no situation in which you wouldn't feel hurt and in turn, there was no situation in which Yoongi wouldn’t be. If he even still cares for you, that is… The voice in your head echoed and there was truth in it.

You had no idea if Min Yoongi was even fazed by was had transpired, if he had been dwelling on the past as you had. There were no indications of whether or not having sex with you had resurfaced his own feelings as it had in you. There was nothing to tell you whether memories of the past haunted him and made his heart clench too, or if that was all they were now to him; memories. Therefore, you had no idea how much this conversation would even hurt him, if at all, and you doubted that you ever would. Yoongi had never been one for voicing his pain, no matter how deep it ran. Again, your mind recalled arguments that had been had, words that had been flung at one another, and apologies that had been given. Truthfully, there were many times before where you’d fought. Each time Yoongi had carefully guarded his true feelings from you, sometimes to spare you, others to punish you. Well, all except for one which haunted you. “Y/N, please…” even nearly three years later, you could still hear his voice clearly from that night, your chest spasming as you struggled to push the memory from view. Now, standing behind him on this roof, there was a whole other conversation that you ached to have but you knew you had no right to do so when you had someone waiting for you in your apartment. So, you settled for honesty. If you had learned anything from previous fights with Yoongi, it was that he hated to beat around the bush.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves and spoke, “Yoongi, I-”

“If you’re going to say you regret it, I don’t really want to hear it.” His voice was clear even among the sounds of cars honking and wheels rushing from down below. He turned to you now, swivelling his body so that his elbows rested on the metal and his back leaned into it, feet still crossed in front of him. “It’s okay if you do, but I don't.”

Your breathing stuttered at his proclamation, all the work you’d done to build your resolve crumbling with one fell swoop. His eyes burned into you, no hint of shame in his body language whereas your own was riddled with it. A pale hand gestured you to stand next to him, an invitation you refused with a shake of your head. He rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. “I’m not going to eat you, Y/N. You don’t have to be scared of me.”

“I’m not.” you replied with a huff though the blush that stained your cheeks betrayed you as you strode toward the rail. Once your fingers grasped the cool surface and your eyes had something other than Yoongi to look at, you felt some of the tension in your body fade. Watching the people below go about their lives in the traffic and blinking lights, it made you feel a little smaller. Like your problems weren’t a mountain and instead just a hill. You felt better, even if it was only by a little.

Beside you, Yoongi turned his body again, falling into the same position he had been in before but leaving a gap in between you which you suspected was more for your own sake. Lifting a hand, he rested his chin in his palm and muttered, “You always did like high places.”

“They help me think.” You responded, pointedly ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat. Thumb picking at a fleck of paint on the metal, you said quietly, “do you really not regret it?”

He hummed lowly in response, before saying. “I won’t lie, Y/N. Even if it might be easier.”

Your eyes darted to him at his confession, feeling like the wind was knocked out of you when you realized he’d been gazing at you and not the city. Confusion made your brows furrow, and you did your best to ignore the thumping in your veins to ask, “What do you mean?”

“If I could tell you that I regret what happened it’d make this a hell of a lot cleaner, right?”

“I-” you began, the idea of him saying just that turning over in your head and subsequently making your stomach lurch. If he did, it would make it easier. You wouldn’t feel as guilty. There would be no complications in just moving on, no wondering if there was something wrong in leaving whatever it was that you had left between you in the past. By all means, him saying that that night wasn’t just a hiccup should have been a nightmare. And yet, you felt a little relieved that he felt the same way you did, no matter how reluctant you were to admit it. Sighing, you replied honestly, “it would.”

“Truthfully,” Yoongi said, brushing a stray piece of hair that had entered his eyesight away, not looking at all bothered by this conversation, “I think we should just leave it.”

Quirking a brow, you couldn’t help the rush of dread that consumed you at the thought that you were something he could dismiss so easily. Sure, he said he didn’t regret it but you were at a loss by his words. Were you a problem he’d rather not deal with? Did you mean that little to him now that he didn’t feel like exploring your rekindled flame? Were you not worth the effort? To be sure, the past between you was messy, but it had memories littered throughout that made you smile even when you’d desperately wanted to hate the blond standing in front of you with every fiber of your being. Of course, you’d thought it might be that he’d moved on, but it still stung.

“I’m tired of my friends tiptoeing around me when it comes to you. The fact that we’re speaking is easier on them.” You nodded in acknowledgement, afterall he was right. Both of you had been on the receiving end of ‘lost’ invitations as a result of your friends being overly considerate of your breakup. You couldn’t blame them though, seeing as your reunion was going oh so well. “Plus, it was only sex. We’re not young like before. It doesn’t have to mean anything if we don’t want it to.”

The tightening of your hands on the metal until your knuckles turned white was purely subconscious. Despite feeling like someone had just thrown you off the side of the building, you nodded. Anger bubbled up inside you gut alongside an odd sense of loss. If only everyone could be as emotionless as Min Yoongi, you thought to yourself sarcastically while letting your eyes drift back to meet his own, world peace wouldn’t seem so out out reach. Jaw stiff, it took all of your effort to keep the newfound despondency out of your tone when you asked, “Is that all it was to you? Sex?”

Before you said it, you didn’t think of the implications of your words. Nor did you think of the apparent satisfaction that Yoongi would get from it as the corner of his mouth twitched upward for the briefest of moments. “I don’t know.”

“Do you have to be so unbelievably vague?” You finally snapped, eliciting a chortle from him, much to your own dismay.

“I honestly don’t, Y/N.” He responded, amusement coloring his voice. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter if i’m the only one who it meant more to.”

The underlying question wasn’t lost in his statement. And yet, What were you supposed to say? You had no right to say what your heart felt, not when you had someone else waiting for you. In normal circumstances you were a subpar liar at best, but in front of Yoongi, all comprehension of the act was lost. He was the one person in the universe you never had the urge or need to skew the truth with. Even now, you knew that lying was precisely what you should do. And yet just like he’d promised to you, you wouldn’t lie. Not because you couldn’t think of what to say or how to make it seem like the truth. But because with the wind making the tips of your hair tickle the skin of your cheek and the sun casting a certain light over Yoongi’s features that only ‘the golden hour’ could, you just couldn’t bring yourself to want to. So, you were left to flounder, muttering a weak, “I-I-” before cutting off completely.

“Not so easy to answer, huh?” A playful look painted his face, his confidence making your own waver as the sun glinted over his cheeks and the corners of his mouth curled in a way that made your legs feel more like jell-o than flesh. He didn’t get angry like you did at the lack of a proper response, his maturity making you feel a little smaller. How could he be so annoyingly adult about all of this? “I think if anything, that this kinda shows we have no idea what the fuck that night was.”

At this, you let out a laugh, his bluntness striking down any tension before it could form. You were relieved that he was at least a dab of confusion. Though you suspected he wasn’t on the same rollercoaster of emotions as you, at least he seemed to be on one too. “That’s true.”

Gazing at him, you couldn’t help but take note of all the differences between the man in front of you and the boy you knew in college once again. He was much more confident now. So much so, that you didn’t know how to handle him as much anymore. This entire conversation only aiding that point. You wondered if he felt the same about you. If when he looked at you, he still recognized the girl he used to date. If it excited some part of him like it did you that even after all these years of knowing one another, there was still more to discover.

“So, what-” You spoke, still raking your eyes over him, searching for other differences in him like it was some sort of game, “we just ignore what happened?”

“I… if that’s what you want we can.” He replied, his eyes travelling away from you to sweep over the city, turning his head so you could only see the skin of his cheek. It’s not… the voice in your head boomed. Your eyes widened a little and you shook your head as though it would somehow rid yourself of the thought, stopping abruptly when you saw Yoongi pivoting his head back to face you. When your eyes met again, the teasing look he’d worn had disappeared, the blank page that you had cursed so many times over in the past in its place. “That’s not really what I meant though.”

“You said to leave it alone.” You responded, a puzzled tone muddling your words. “Is that not what leaving it alone is?”

“I meant more as in we don’t dissect it and force ourselves to define everything and just kind of see what happens instead.” His fingers betrayed his statuesque expression, thrumming against the metal and giving it away that he wasn’t as collected as you thought in all this. From that single tell, you knew that this wasn’t easy for him; Yoongi never really was one to pour his heart out in anything besides music. After all this time, it still made the strings of your heart hum to see him try. “I wasn’t lying that night about wanting you, even though it does feel different than before... I think a part of me needs to know if that want would lead to something more again or if i’m chasing something that isn’t there.”

Did the floor shift? You could’ve sworn it did, though you weren’t exactly the best to make that sort of observation when you were pretty sure your brain just leapt out of your skull. The bulging of your eyes was so strong that you were sure you looked absolutely insane. You were so certain he was trying to let you down that this revelation threw you for a loop. You were filled to the brim with emotions, all clambering on top of one another in a desperate attempt to be heard by you. Elation at the hint of him wanting you again, apprehension from the lack of clarity on where you two would stand, dread because of what you knew you’d have to tell him; they were all there banging on the door of your heart. It was all so much, you didn’t really know where to begin actually disentangling one from the other as they weren’t clear cut, but woven and knotted together. However, you knew you had to try and find a ground zero. The further you waded into your thoughts, the stronger the blaring of your conscience became. When it was just Woojin, the sound was like a raven cawing incessantly, but not unbearable. But now that Yoongi had entered the picture and you knew that omitting the truth would undoubtedly cause him some sort of pain, no matter if it was even the smallest scratch, the sound morphed into a fog horn. Tell him.

“What if nothing is different?” Your voice was so quiet, it even surprised you with it’s meekness. Perhaps it was in an attempt to hide from your own wrath, frustration pooling inside you that all you couldn’t get yourself to just say it and instead stalled for more time.

“I’m not asking you to get back together, Y/N. If things feel like they are the same as they were, nothing will change from how it is now.” Yoongi replied, his voice was soft and careful, smoothing over your worries like water washing away marks in the sand. He always managed to make things seem so much less daunting. “But I don't think they are. After everything, we owe it to ourselves to explore that, right?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned your eyes back to the twinkling neon lights. Blinking furiously to clear the mist that had begun to form across your vision, you breathed, “Yoongi, I have to tell you something. I’m-”

”Hey!” A voice sliced through the tension, making both Yoongi and yourself jump at the sudden intrusion. Across the rooftop by the door that lead to the elevator, stood Namjoon, a tinge of guilt staining his features for interrupting. “Sorry to bug you guys, but everyone got here like half an hour ago and the kids are starting to whine because Luna wont let them start eating the food till you guys come back.”

“Ah, sorry,” Yoongi responded for the both of you, scratching the back of his head sheepishly while you stared down at your shoes as though you’d been caught doing something much different. The same hand that made his hair fluff up in the back reached into his pocket as he spoke, “Y’know, you guys could’ve started without us. We wouldn’t have minded.”

Pulling his phone out, Yoongi started toward Namjoon, anxiety eating away at you that you didn’t get to finish what you’d been trying to tell him. “You know as well as I do that if she let them start there would be nothing left when you got back.”

Snorting, Yoongi nodded in agreement as you hastily followed behind him. Reaching out without thinking, you caught his sleeve, tugging on it for him to stop before realizing what you were doing. Immediately you dropped your hand like the fabric had burned you, though the action had done what you’d wanted. Glancing at Namjoon, you knew he’d seen the action by the way he immediately averted his gaze when your eyes met, suddenly very fascinated with the elevator button though he’d already pressed it when Yoongi had started toward him. You hoped Yoongi didn’t notice the fierce color on your cheeks when his eyes turned to you, an apologetic look on his face.

Yoongi cast his eyes to Namjoon before giving you a questioning look as though to ask you if you really wanted to continue the conversation when you had an audience. You chewed on your bottom lip, not wanting to speak with Namjoon there but hesitant to just let it go in fear that you would lose your strength and not tell him about the fact that you had a boyfriend. However, it seemed he already had a solution, tapping away on his phone until yours suddenly began to vibrate from the back pocket of your jeans. “So, you haven’t changed it.”

A resounding thump shook your heart. He kept it. Shakily, you replied, “No, it’s still the same.”

“Good. We should go down, but think about what I said. I think you know where I stand on it so...” The vibrating stopped when his thumb pressed into the screen once again before locking the device and sliding it into his pants. He sneaked one more peek at Namjoon and lowered his voice, “If you don’t call, i’ll take that as your answer and we’ll only talk when we’re at stuff like tonight.”

“And if I do?”

A well contained smirk brushed his lips as he spoke, “I’ll take that as an answer too.”

There was no way you could ignore the stuttering of your heart which refused to cease since the moment those words left Yoongi’s lips. His suggestion was such a dangerous one, and yet you found it so enticing that the idea of rediscovering one another made your stomach gurgle with excitement. So much so that you felt like you’d been transported to six and a half years ago when you’d first met. When you met Woojin, hell, even when he’d asked you to be his, you hadn’t felt even a shred of what Yoongi seemed to elicit from you so effortlessly. It wasn’t that you hadn’t noticed it’s absence, but you’d made excuses for it. ‘No person is the same as another, so how could I feel the same?’ Reason and makeshift justifications is what you’d filled the hole where Yoongi had been with. Feeling that giddiness after so long after you’d been certain that you had only felt it because you were young and inexperienced, it ripped out anything you’d shoved inside the hole and took its place with embarrassing ease. Even when the elevator had delivered the three of you to your desired floor after a thoroughly awkward trip down and Namjoon had practically booked it into the apartment, it’s presence demanded to be felt. The erratic beating of your heart its evidence that it had returned.

When the three made your way into the apartment, which was now reaching it’s capacity with the nine of you all gathered together like this, curious glances were there to greet you. Everyone had congregated in the kitchen, Jungkook and Jin barely casting an eye toward you before resuming their staring at the finger foods on the counter while the others mulled about, sipping on drinks. Naturally, Taehyung was the first to speak, his legs swinging from where he sat on the counter beside Luna. “So, what did you guys take so long talking about?”

“Tae,” Jin had the sense to scold, even though his primary focus was still on the tiny tacos which were undoubtedly cold by now, “do you really have that little of a social life that you don’t know when not to ask about something which is obviously private?”

“You’re very mistaken if you think I even see people other than the eight of you, but i’m touched that you do.” He simpered, signature boxy grin adorning his face.

The sudden bout of laughter from Jimin only spurred the scowl that had begun to form on Jin’s face on further, but you were grateful that the focus had shifted from the two of you. No one else said anything regarding your and Yoongi’s absence, diving into food while bickering ensued and beginning the celebrations by passing around drinks. Times like these, you were happy that you’d ended up in Taehyungs class and even happier with the people he’d led you to, no matter if one certain one had caused you an inexplicable amount of pain in the past. You had no doubts that every single one of them cherished you, even if Jungkook had made a comment about the cold food with eyes squinted at you. They’re company was almost always a surefire way to distract yourself from things, though tonight seemed to be an exception.

Doing your best to hide the mess your heart had become, you participated as much as you could. However, there was only so much you could do when half of your attention refused to shift from Yoongi. You managed to talk with a couple your friends, apologizing profusely for making them wait, but your irises always seemed to drift back to the boy with the blonde hair who’d made your life turn upside down. The fact that his own eye’s met your each and every single time did nothing to help, making your heart thunder away in your chest. Just like that, the night drifted on.

You found Yoongi and yourself teetering on the edge of a cliff with the ocean spread out beneath the both of you. The water below was murky and the wind was so strong that the waves crashed relentlessly against the rocks. It wasn’t a dare, not a game of who would jump off first. But a question being shared between the two of you. ‘Should we?’ Yoongi’s hand was held out to yours and you realized, he was ready to jump into the depths below if you’d only say yes. But did you want to? Only a short distance away there was a beach waiting for you. Maybe it wasn’t the prettiest beach and the waters frequently swept seaweed onto shore, but it was a beach. The water was clear there and never rough. You knew what you should do; turn around and make your way to the sand. And yet, you found your hand itching at your side and your body tilting forward. An insatiable curiosity made reason foggy and recklessness much more appetizing. You had no clue what was below the water’s surface, nor whether or not you’d be able to come up for air if you did plunge below, but an ache urged you to find out.

And so, when the night was drawing to a close and Yoongi had left the tiny apartment to return to his own, you found yourself clutching your phone in your hand. Gathering your things, you said your own farewells, leaving only to linger in the hall with a finger paused over the call button on a contact which you never quite managed to delete. Finally, with a shuddering breath, you outstretched your hand to meet his and jumped.

“Hello?”

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