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reyalvr · 2 months

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SHE’S MINE | 02

-SO I HOPE AND PRAY YOU MAKE IT WORTH IT.

synopsis ┊ thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.

genre ┊ fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, slight angst, chaotic fluff, mild smut

pairing ┊ ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader

warnings ┊ mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan

word count ┊ 3.2k

author’s note ┊ YAPPEE! part two officially out- so sorry for the wait EUEUEU… hehe hope the things that happen in this chapter make up for it being a few days late :p also, i will not be accepting anymore tag list requests! this is due to the amount of users that i can tag per post T^T … nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy the chap! happy reading :D

p.s. i will be blocking the people who message me (rudely) to “hurry up” with the next chapters. i understand most, if not, all of you are excited to read the next chapters, but please do understand that i have my own schedule too :,)

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YOU HELD YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS, GROANING INTO YOUR PALMS. In front of you sat the thorn at your side, Ken Sato. He had just finished reading- or rather, skimming through the files you had stayed up compiling. You peeked at him through your fingers before standing up to erase yet another column of pros and cons from the board.

Taking a swig from the energy drink he had brought you, you shake your head as you try to figure out what to do next. Truth be told, you were just eager to leave. You had two weeks left until you could finally let these burdensome tasks go, all you wanted was for Ken to go along with your last few instructions so as to make your exit easier.

“I don’t get what’s so hard about this, Ken.” You say, turning back around to face him. “You pick a girl, you ‘date’ her for a bit, and then you ‘split up’ amicably. Simple as that.”

He tilted his head at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips. “Oh sure, yeah. Let me just go out with a random girl and act like I’m head over heels in love with her.”

“Yes, exactly that.” You reply with the same tone, going back to your seat. “Now you’re getting it!”

He rolls his eyes, placing the stapled papers back on your desk. “I get it, I fucked up. But I still don’t get why you’re so…” He pauses, pressing his lips into a thin line and gesturing with his hands. “Persistent in actually trying to get me to date someone for the sake of my screw up.”

“And I don’t get why I have to keep reminding you of why I need to do this.” You lean back into your chair while pinching the bridge of your nose. “You were the one who-”

“-’Told the entire world you were in love’, yes I know! You’ve only said that like, what, a hundred times over?” He cuts you off, crossing his arms. “I know what I did. But I also know that I have a choice in this matter, don’t I?”

You go to reply but stop when you register his words. You knew that, obviously, which is why you had multiple plans. You were giving him the chance to choose, were you not? The various notes and drafted project plans were proof of that. They were all laid out right in front of him, what more could he possibly want? You look at him briefly, your eyes scanning his expression before darting back to the things scattered atop your desk.

“I’m giving you choices.” You say flatly, slowly looking back up at him.

“No, you’re giving me options and expecting me to choose.” He counters, his hand gesturing towards the papers. “I’m talking about my choice. My plan, suggestion, whatever you want to call it.”

“So what is your plan? Because as far as I’m concerned, you don’t seem to actually have one.” You reply, brows slightly furrowing at his stubbornness.

“And that’s the point. I don’t need a plan,” He pauses, pointing his finger directly onto one of the outlines and it towards you. “I just need to ride it out.”

You let out a scoff, stunned at how Ken was still treating this so lightly. The corners of your lips tug up a bit, and you end up letting out a soft laugh in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Am I, though?” He leans back, maintaining eye contact with you. “It’s the choice that takes the least effort. And besides, I thought you liked it when I kept things private.”

“Oh, don’t circle this back to me.” You say, pointing a finger at him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to address your little mishaps?”

“Yes, I do. Which is why I’m trying to help you.” He says a-matter-of-factly, his eyebrows raising as if to emphasize how much he understands what your job entails.

“No, you don’t.” You argue back, mimicking his crossed arms.

“Were you always this stubborn?” Ken says, catching you off guard.

You feel your features scrunch up in confusion and annoyance, narrowed eyes slanting even more as this back-and-forth of yours keeps going. “You’re one to talk.”

At that he smirks slightly, rolling his eyes as he pokes a tongue into his cheek. The audacity of this man to act annoyed. You think, all the while you continue to glare at him. You close your eyes for the umpteenth time that morning, taking in a deep breath as your nails dig into your palms. Despite wanting to calm yourself down, his words rang in your head like an unwanted mantra.

His choice.

Would it be so bad to give Ken free reign on this? Granted, he was the one who caused it. Why be the one to clean up his mess- again, for that matter? You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head once more. You could never understand how his mind worked, and you figured you probably never would. You tapped against the desk with your pen, bouncing your leg as you pondered on what to do.

Your plan? Everything sets sail smoothly, with only the liability being either party slips up. Which, in your defense, you could cover up in the blink of an eye. His plan? No plotline with room for spontaneous detail sharing whenever he pleased. More work for you, more freedom for him. You stopped tapping then, clicking your pen into place. In your moment of contemplation, you had realized then this entire thing was useless. His plan, your plan, all the plans. None of them mattered, not if the end result was going to be the same.

Goddamnit, you hated Ken Sato.

You flip one of the stapled pieces of paper over, drawing over the blank side. “The start of your first full season with the Giants is in less than fourteen days. By then we would need to have already released another press release- ideally before your conference.”

Ken jumps slightly, caught off guard by your sudden return to work mode. He watches as you line up different keywords with boxy arrows, all of which lead up to the ‘end’ of his lie. “What exactly am I looking at?”

You flash him a smile, albeit a fake one, and slide the paper to him. “Your plan.” Leaning back in your chair, you make a show of stretching your arms. “You’re right, we should go with your plan.”

He laughs then, noting the lingering hints of sarcasm in your tone. “[Y/N], what are you doing?”

“Giving you your choice.” You reply with a small shrug.

“Yeah, I can see that.” He says, his smile slightly faltering. “But… why?”

“It’s your life, isn’t it?” You tilt your head to the side, your lips pressed into a thin line.

Now it’s his turn to be confused and annoyed. The way he understood this, you were letting him win. You were waving a white flag, surrendering to his incessant pleading. He scrunched his brows, still trying to process your words. You continued to sit there, waiting eerily patiently for him to respond.

“And you’re serious about this?” He questions once more, hesitant to believe that you of all people would back down so quickly.

“Mhm,” You hum, fiddling with your thumbs. “I’m just your assistant. Well, for two more weeks, that is.”

He felt like he was being played. He blinked at you, mouth slightly agape. The you that was sitting in front of him now was different from the you thirty-six hours ago. Yesterday, you were desperate for him to follow your plans. He recalled your words, ‘If you're actually as sorry as you say you are, you’ll do as I say.’ But now that you’re telling him to do exactly what he wants, he’s nervous.

Nervous that he finally caused you to hate him for good.

“If you’re done sitting there like I said something stupid, you can go. Coach wants to see the team, it’d be in your best favor not to be on his bad side two weeks before playoffs.” You say, not even looking at him directly.

He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Right, well, okay.” He stands up, sliding himself into his jacket before walking towards the door. “See you, then.”

You only hum in response, still not looking at him as you continue fixing all of the papers on your desk. Just before he’s fully out of your office though, you call out to him.

“Yeah?” He answers immediately, peeking his head through the door.

“Have fun riding it out.” You say, flashing him a smile. A real one, this time.

A WEEK HAD GONE BY JUST LIKE THAT. Surprisingly, Ken had been able to keep things under control. Even his comments to street paparazzis were concise, almost as if you were the one who coached him his lines. While you had expected him to do nothing, just as he suggested, you hadn’t expected him to last this long without an intervention from you.

You sat by your window as your body sunk into your armchair, your eyes threatening to close. The early blue hues of the morning had started to break through the night sky, the clouds slowly parting to clear the sky. You typed vigorously against the keys of your laptop, eyes following the blinking cursor to prevent yourself from falling asleep right then and there.

You had been up for hours constructing your updated résumé, keeping all your needed information concise and in one page. Despite having a well-rounded history in regards to jobs, the lingering fear of keeping yourself afloat was an inevitable burden you were scared of accidentally fulfilling. You had family, yes, but relying on them did something to your pride. Most especially since you had been low-contact ever since you abruptly moved to the city.

Seeking help from friends was another option that was off the table. In all your years of working in the entertainment industry, the amount of people you had let into your life dwindled as you realized people’s true intentions. You had merely three people left in your life, and that was by far more than enough to keep you sane throughout the rest of your life.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. Truth be told, despite the factor of having to deal with Ken, this job has been the best in terms of your benefits. He was much like you- little circle, low-contact. Even his own team was a limited number, leaving you to deal with other jobs and tasks that would otherwise be done by different people. Yes, the workload was tiring, but the pay was enough to keep you alive ten times over. You could only say a silent prayer to whoever was listening to bless you once more once you let go of this for good.

You sat back, finally satisfied with the way your page was laid out. You faced towards your window, closing your eyes as your breathing steadied. The birds were starting to chirp, the sun casting a foggy glow through the clouds. In this moment of solitude, you allowed yourself to relax; it was more than deserved. Not like anything could happen in your sleep, right?

WRONG, SO VERY WRONG. You groaned as you were awakened by the continuous buzzing of your phone. At first you had thought it was an alarm you had accidentally forgotten to shut off, but when it continued on, you eventually had to force yourself to wake up.

The sun was high up now, bright rays peeking through your blinds. You squinted, uncurling yourself from your chair as you got up and stretched. You yawned, scratching your head as you finally unlocked your phone. You were greeted with an endless stream of notifications, your mail app and other social media platforms pinging by the second. There was also the factor of the loud noise outside, though you made it out to be some kind of commotion or parade.

Your screen then flashed the caller ID of an unknown number, followed by another sea of notifications. You blink yourself awake, now slightly worried at just how much texts and emails you had been receiving. Did Ken do something? Did someone die? Did Ken die?

Before you could even open any of the messages, you hear the familiar ringtone of one of your closest friends. You slide to answer, pressing your phone up to your ear. “Ami? What’s up, what’s wrong?”

She laughed, and you could practically see her shaking her head at you. “I’m guessing you just woke up? Check literally any news outlet right now, you’re gonna wanna see this.”

What the hell was going on? You mumbled something in reply, putting her on speaker as you did what she asked.

You wished you hadn’t. In bold, bright red letters, the article’s headline read:

Extra Innings in the Press Box: Ken Sato’s Hidden Romance with Assistant Revealed!

What you saw next nearly had you chucking your phone into the nearest wall. Attached right under the headline was you and Ken. You and Ken. You let out a curse, and you could hear the sighs coming from Ami on the other line. The picture was clearly shot from a hidden vantage point, the branches from the trees blocking the camera proof of it. Despite the distance, though, yours and Ken’s faces were clearly visible.

“What the fuck!” You yell, now fully awake eyes wide in confusion. “When was this released? H-How did-”

“Two hours ago. Apparently some passerby sold the picture to the press, and said passerby just happened to be paparazzi.” Ami cuts you off, her tone serious yet concerned. “Trust me, if I had known something like this was going to be released, I would’ve done something about it.”

You left your phone on the kitchen counter as you paced back and forth, your hand glued to your forehead as you tried to wrap your mind around what was happening. Obviously it wasn’t true, you of all people knew that. But nobody else did, and that was the problem.

“Ami what the hell is happening?” You manage to breathe out, still pacing. “This is all so-”

“Much? Yeah, I know.” She cuts you off again, and you can hear the bustling sounds from her office. “My own publisher is on my neck for this, God only knows what you’re going through. Are you okay? If you need help this could technically be classified as invasion of-”

“I do need help because this whole thing isn’t-” You start, but are ultimately cut off again when you hear the sounds grow louder outside.

“[Y/N]? ‘You there?” Ami’s muffled voice calls out as you walk towards your window, peeking down to where the commotion was coming from.

“Oh shit.” You gasp out, eyes widening even more as you realize the noises were coming from the sea of reporters and photographers waiting outside your townhouse.

You swallowed hard, stepping back from the window with a hand to your mouth. This cannot be happening, this had to be some sick nightmare. Stumbling towards your phone, you mumbled some reply about needing to go before abruptly hanging up the call. Rude, perhaps, but Ami would understand.

In the span of two hours of that damn article being released, eager and greedy gossip outlets had found your address and swarmed your only safe space. You held your phone close to your chest, running up to your room as you tried to catch your breath. You closed your eyes once more, breathing in and out heavily. The more you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening, the more you slowly realized that it actually was.

You opened your phone once more, muting all your socials and other messaging apps. You needed to think, and you needed to act fast. By memory, your fingers automatically scroll for Ken’s legal team. Having gotten him out of falsified defamations multiple times, acting during these types of situations was almost a second habit. But this didn’t involve just him, it involved you. You were a part of this mess, you couldn’t be the one to solve it.

A mantra of curses conjured up in your head, and you delete the previous number you had dialed in. Think, damnit. Think, think, think. You thought to yourself, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you prayed for a solution to be presented to you. An alternative popped up into your brain then. Albeit that alternative was stupid, but it was something.

You dialed his number, anxiously waiting as it rang.

KEN WAS ON HIS BREAK, SITTING ON THE BENCH AS HE WIPED THE SWEAT OFF HIS FOREHEAD. Playoffs were about to start, and Shimura was working them to the bone to make sure everyone had their head in the game. He let out a deep breath through his nose, arms resting on his knees as tried to calm down after a few laps around the stadium. The rest of his teammates seemed to be reacting obnoxiously over something, though he didn’t have the energy to feign enthusiasm.

One of his teammates teasingly nudged him then, giving him a playful grin. “Your secret’s out, huh? All this time you were with her.”

Ken laughed it off, still oblivious to the fact that nearly all of Japan now knew the face of his supposed girlfriend. He noted the specification in his tone, as if he were referring to a mutual friend of theirs. Which, again, was impossible- nobody but you knew the secret he was hiding. He gave them a nod before returning back to his own space.

He felt his watch buzz against his wrist, and he was all but surprised to see you calling him on your day off. He sat up straight then, grabbing his phone to answer the call. He had to admit, he answered a little too excitedly. Or nervously. He couldn’t differentiate the two, not when it involved you. Ever since the start of this stunt, something in him shifts whenever you or anything related to you gets mentioned. He brushed it off as some sort of familiarity attachment, the weight of your sudden resignation still heavy on his shoulders.

Was he sad to let you go? Maybe, he wasn’t entirely sure. Aside from the fact that he had Mina, you did your job well. You knew the ins and outs of everything he liked and disliked, you kept him organized and on track. Sure, losing you would be another hurdle he would have to get over, but that doesn’t mean he would be… impotent without you. He clears his throat before he finally brings the phone up to his ear.

“Hey-” He starts, but stops when he notices the frantic panic in your voice. “Woah, hey slow down. What happened?”

“You happened.” You reply then, albeit through a shaky breath.

“What?” He questions, brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s exactly as I said. You happened,” You paused, taking in a deep breath. “And now I need your help. Please.”

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cosmicbucky · 11 months

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wallpaper

summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1000

warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers, this was just a dumb idea i had

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The first time Bucky changed the wallpaper on your phone, it was an accident - kind of. He sat on your couch, lazily scrolling through the photos of Alpine you insisted he looked at, because you simply couldn’t resist having a Halloween photoshoot with her while he was off on yet another mission, leaving her in your trusting hands. He was happy you were in the kitchen, because he would never let you see the smile he wore as he browsed the album, chuckling silently to himself over how elaborate these photos were. His mood swiftly changed when he swiped incorrectly, an array of different options suddenly presenting themselves to him. He swore under his breath as he tried to make them go away, but he only made it worse as the option to change your wallpaper came up. With an annoyed huff, he just kept tapping, figuring that eventually he would get it back to how it was. After a few more grueling seconds, he sighed in relief as he was once more face to face with Alpine sitting inside a jack-o-lantern candy bucket - how was he supposed to know that photo was now both your lockscreen and homescreen?

“Did you change my lockscreen?” you curiously asked when you finally sat back down beside him, taking your phone and checking it for any new messages.

“Did I what?” he asked in confusion, his head snapping up from his own phone to look at you with a scrunched brow.

You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly.

“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.”

You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while.

The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose.

“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back.

“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags.

“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.

It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.

“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo?

He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.

From that moment on, it became a game for him.

Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.

A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it.

As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.

Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year.

It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use.

He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you.

It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this.

For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it.

He couldn’t.

It was his wallpaper, too.

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serejae · 2 months

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everywhere everything all at once | c.hansol

in which vernon would chose you every life time, based on his favorite movie :)

ive been writing alot of vernon latelyyyy (if u get the movie and references, give me a hug.)

the screen went black after the movie ended leaving vernon and you speechless

this had to be one of the most beautiful movies you two had seen after binging so many. you turned over to vernon who was still staring at the screen with a blank stare, reading his facial expression you moved a piece of his hair out of his face to get a better view which knocked him out of his trance

slightly flinching at the sudden touch but relaxed realizing it was you

“whats on your mind?”

you asked still looking up at him

“would you love me in every life time?”

the question stunned you for a second, why was he asking this so suddenly?

“i mean waymond loved her in all of his lives. so i was just thinking…

would you love me in all your lives?

would you even choose me?”

each question left you shocked, because you hoped he knew the answer already. but sometimes everyone needs reminders,

right?

“sol,” you started catching gaining back his attention. he slightly turned his head to you as if he was afraid of what youd say

“ill choose and love you in every life i live. even if youre not a option and i have to find you myself, ill do that just do be loved by you in every single universe of mine”

vernon finally looked at you and smile slightly contented with you answer. he held you a bit closer and ran his hand through his hair

“i knew youd say that, i just wanted a little…

reminder?”

“i know.”

“i would choose you in every lifetime of mines too

i dont think i could ever live without you”

so there you both were, laying on the couch holding eachother knowing that even if the universe did set you apart, you both would slowly find eachother again no matter the circumstances

because you know he would look for you, and you know you would look for him

no matter if you two were rocks in the same pile, you would dig through the other rocks to find him. a special rock, one that shines in your eyes and to that he’ll look for you and once he finds you, you both will live as rocks together

happy

intertwined, sewn together

(did this mofo just go on a rant about rocks…?)

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jyoongim · 6 months

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Hey there! My first time asking/making a request lol, but I had two separate ideas and you can just pick one or something.

First was an alastor w/ fem reader, it's mating season for red and this ones diff bc he's had his eyes on reader or smthn for a min and decides this season he's going to do his best to show off to her, lmao like "look look, I can provide and protect!" a bit intense bc it's mating season, but reader is CLUELESS until at some point it finally clicks and she's all "huh.. ohh SHIT"

Second idea was one that I thought would be funny, like so.. lucifer finds out Al likes reader and even tho he doesn't really like Al he's like " don't worry, I can definitely help with this" but he's lowkey a terrible wingman even tho miraculously it somehow helps in the end???

Again you can choose from either and end it however you want, fluff/nsfw/sfw. Or if none of this is your cup of tea then just ignore me!!

Not me on a fluff binge hehehhehe

hope you guys like it! I’ve been a bit slow to write and upload but I’ve enjoyed reading every request! I’m still taking a slight break but I try to give y’all SOMETHING. Hope y’all don’t mind!!

Lots of love-jyoongim

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Mating season.

Usually an awful time of year that made Alastor more on edge than usual.

But something was different this year…

This mating season, the deer demon wanted a partner….

Alastor had his sights on a pretty doe and he was going to ensure that she was going to be his for the season…

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You rubbed the sleep out your eyes as you greeted everyone as you took a seat for breakfast.

Pancakes. Bacon. Sausage. Eggs. Fruits.

Your stomach rumbled at the delicious smells.

”Fine hellish day isn’t my dear?” Alastor chirped as he piled food fruits and meats on your plate. You blinked at the amount of food on your plate.

”Al my stomach is only so big” you giggled causing the demon to hum as he took a seat beside you.

”A full belly makes a happy doe” he smiled as you happily ate the food.

Alastor watched as you ate, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

”Why don’t we go for an outing dear?” Alastor suggested as you let out a burp.

You agreed.

It was rather chilly for Hell.

You and Alastor waltz around the city. You happily looked at the displays in many windows.

You didn’t know Alastor’s agenda but you didn’t mind accompanying him.

You must have lagged behind him a tad as a demon slithered up beside you as you looked over some jewelry.

”what’s a cute thing like you doing all alone?” A deep voice asked causing you jumped, surprised.

”O-Oh hi um I’m just looking that’s all” you gave a nervous smile. Your skiddish nature took over as you took a step back. The demon advanced on you. He was big, could easily overtake you if need be.

”Why don’t I show you around? I don’t see a ring. I can show you a good time” sharp teeth smiled at you menacingly.

Your ears flattened, you might be small but you could defend yourself. You bared your teeth at the demon making him chuckle

”Now now little lady lets not get ugly”

You hadn’t realized he had backed you into a corner.

The demon pounced, making you screech as he pinned you to the wall.

Your ears perked as heavy static buzzed through the air. The demon didn’t seem to notice

“You’ll make a fine piece of ass”

Black smoke poured through the alleyway and static popped.

”That’s no way to talk to a lady”

Black tentacles dragged the demon and blood-curdling screams escaped the demon, but were quickly silenced as Alastor ripped him apart.

”mine mine mine” Alastor growled as he chomped on the demon.

You gagged as chunks of flesh flew around.

Satisfied that the distasteful demon was in his belly, Alastor looked towards you.

A large sharp claw traced your face, he was growling but his eyes were soft. He morphed to be a bit smaller and helped you up, his red eyes roaming over you.

”I’m okay Al” you reassured giving him a smile. He seemed to calm down and looped your arm with his.

”dishonorable filfth” he hissed as he made his way back to the hotel. You pouted you really wanted to buy something but you’ve had enough excitement for one day.

You looked at Alastor and tilted your head “Al your antlers”

The usual small antlers were now big and standing tall on top his head.

”Nice rack” you giggled making the red demon smirk, his chest puffing proudly.

”than-thank you for all that. I really appreciate Al” you said sheepishly.

The tall demon hummed

“Don’t mention it my dear. What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t protect you?”

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Alastor had been lingering around you since the little accident. He had growled at anyone who got too close to you.

He was very possessive and protective of you, which you thought was sweet that the demon was worried about you.

You groaned as the sun peaked through your window. You sat up and you blinked in confusion.

Flowers, breakfast, and a tiny box.

Rest up little Doe ~Alastor

Your tail wagged in happiness. You don’t know why Alastor had been so attentive but you were eating it up.

You placed the flowers in a vase and began to eat breakfast.

Your face wrinkled as you pulled a piece of meat from your teeth.

what the fuck?

It was soft and fleshy. You shuddered but ate the rest of your breakfast. You opened the tiny box and keened when you saw the bracelet you had been looking at earlier in the week.

There were cute little radio themed charms.

You quickly cleaned up and went downstairs.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting in the lobby chatting.

You smiled and waved, your bracelet caught Vaggie’s attention.

”Hey where you get that?” The question also caught Charlie’s attention, she immediately began gushing

”Oh my! Did Alastor get that for you? Omg so cute!”

Vaggie deadpanned “Alastor have been very cozy towards you what’s that about?”

You shrugged “I don’t know but it can’t be anything bad right?”

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“I see you got my gift” Alastor said, coming behind you as you red on the couch. You smiled “Its really nice Al but why the sudden gift giving?”

Alastor smiled “well my dear its mating season”

You blinked. Mating season? What did that have to do-

OH SHIT!

Your eyes widened “Y-You’ve been…”

His lips pulled into a genuine smile “Courting you? Why of course my dear!”

His hand circled the wrist with the bracelet. He brought it up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it.

Your body shuddered in delight and your ears flicked as he nipped at your fingers.

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of his pheromones, your tail wagging.

You let out a purr as you rubbed yourself against him and took off running, throwing a wink at him as he followed suit, giggling as he made a grab at your hips as you evaded him.

”Come and solidify your place Mr. Radio Demon” you teased slipping into his room.

A soft growl escaped Alastor as he followed you and had his shadow guard the door.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor the radio demon #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #Alastor fluff #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x you

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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hiiiiiii how are you? big fan of your work

i would like to make a request.

modern royal au with prince!bucky who is mean to reader bc of their arranged marriage but she is too sweet and lovely with him

angst angst but maybe fluffy happy ending?

thanks!!! xoxo ❤️❤️❤️

Forgive Me » Bucky Barnes (AU)

Pairings: Husband/Prince!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been mean to you because of yours and his arranged marriage, but he comes to realization about the way he’s been treating you and he hopes that you’ll forgive him.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff ending, language, mean!Bucky, arranged marriage, insults, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also, I imagined Bucky as Jack Benjamin for this. I hope it’s what you imagined🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Can you hurry up?” Bucky asks annoyed.

“I don’t know which dress to choose.” You walked out of the closet. “Which one should I wear? The red one or the blue one?” You asked, holding the two dresses in front of you for Bucky to see.

“Does it matter? Just pick one and put it on before we’re late.” He says.

You hummed to yourself and looked at the two dresses.

“I think I’m going to wear this one.” You say, laying the red dress on the bed.

“Great. Now put it on and let’s go.” He says.

You put the blue dress back in the closet and put the red one on. You stood in front of the full body mirror, rubbing your hands over the material to smooth it out.

“I’m ready.” You tell him.

“Finally. Let’s go.” He says.

You and Bucky walk in the building hand in hand, but he shows you no emotion or attention. He smiled at people as you two walked by them.

“I’m gonna find Steve.” Bucky says, pulling his hand out of your hold.

“Ok. I’ll see you later.” You say with a smile, kissing his cheek.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He just walked away, looking for Steve. You went to the bar and got something to drink.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice from behind you.

You turned around to see Bucky’s sister. You smiled and gave her a hug.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Your dress is beautiful as well.” Rebecca compliments.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “You look beautiful too.” You complimented her.

“Where’s my brother?” She asks.

“Talking to Steve.” You tell her.

“Oh.” She frowns. “I thought you’d be by his side tonight.” She says.

“He probably needs some guy time with Steve. He’s been a little grumpy lately.” You tell her.

Bucky glanced at you from the other side of the room. He could tell that you were gossiping with his sister. Every time you and Rebecca see each other, you two catch up with each other. He excused himself from his conversation with Steve and made his way to the other side of the room, where you and Rebecca are.

“Oh hi, James!” Rebecca hugs her brother. “We were just talking about you.” She says.

“I bet you two were. I’m gonna steal my wife from you for a moment.” Bucky says.

Rebecca caught the way Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the conversation you were having with her. Bucky practically dragged you to an empty hallway.

“I have to make an appearance since I’m the prince and you have to be by my side since you’re my wife.” Bucky explains. “Be on your best behavior.” He says.

“Will do, honey.” You say with a smile.

Bucky cringed when you called him honey, but you didn’t catch it. He held his arm out for you. You linked your arm with his and the two of you walked back out to the main room. Everyone’s attention was turned to you and Bucky. They smiled and applauded the two of you. For the sake of the cameras flashing, Bucky kissed you on the lips. It wasn’t a sweet kiss or anything. There was no spark in it either. It was just a bland kiss with no emotion. People talked to Bucky almost all night. Some people talked to you too, but Bucky did the talking for you before you could open your mouth.

“I had fun tonight.” You say, getting in bed next to your husband.

“Yea.” Bucky says.

“Did you have fun?” You asked.

“Yea.” He says again. “Can we go to bed without playing 20 questions?” He asks, leaning over to shut the lamp off.

You could tell he was tired. He laid down on his back. You laid down next to him, snuggling yourself against his side and laying your head on his chest. He didn’t even wrap his arm around you to hold you.

“Goodnight, sweetie. I love you.” You say softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Bucky didn’t say goodnight to you. He just went to sleep. The next morning, you turned over to wrap your arms around your husband, only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You lifted your head and looked around the bedroom and pouted. You stretched and rubbed your eyes before getting out of bed to get ready for the day. You smiled when you walked in the living room to see Bucky. You walked up behind the couch, putting your hands on his chest from behind and gave him a cheek.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” You say with a playful pout.

“I’m busy.” Is all he says and moves your hands off of his chest and walked out of the living room.

There was a knock on the door. You opened it and seen Rebecca. You smiled and greeted her with a hug.

“It’s nice to see you again.” You smiled, steeping aside to let her inside. “Do you want some coffee?” You asked her.

“Yes. That would be nice.” Rebecca says with a smile.

You poured two cups of coffee and handed on of them to Rebecca as you sat down at the kitchen table.

“Can I ask you something?” Rebecca asks you.

“Of course. What is it?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Why do you let my brother treat you like he did last night?” She asks.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“He’s always mean to you.” She says.

“Bucky isn’t mean to me.” You say with a smile.

“Y/N, I’m your sister in law. You can tell me.” She says.

“I just did, silly.” You say with a giggle.

Little did the two of you know that Bucky was in the hallway listening to your conversation with Rebecca. He scoffed before entering the kitchen.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Bucky says.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up from your seat, not giving you time to excuse yourself from your conversation with Rebecca. He pulled you out in the hallway. Anger was displayed on his face.

“What the hell did you say to my sister?” He asks.

“What do you mean, honey?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” His jaw clenches. “You were talking about the way I treat you to Rebecca.” He says.

“No, I-” You got interrupted.

“Don’t even try to make up an excuse. You were blabbing your stupid mouth and now I have to clear up what you said to her.” He says.

He walked away, but stopped in his tracks.

“Just keep your mouth shut before you say something stupid.” He says.

Bucky walked in the kitchen to see a shocked look on his sister’s face. She heard every word he said to you.

“Why do you talk to her like that?” Rebecca asks her brother.

“The way I talk to my wife isn’t your concern.” Bucky says.

“It kinda is. If you and Y/N are having marriage problems, you can tell me.” She says.

“My marriage is none of your concern.” He says.

Rebecca just scoffs, not able to get through to Bucky.

“Y/N is the sweetest person ever and yet you treat her like she’s nothing. You’re always mean to her. I’m surprised that she hasn’t left you yet.” She says.

“I didn’t ask for anything of this! I didn’t want to marry her in the first place.” Bucky shouts.

Little did Bucky know that you were still in the hallway. Your bottom lip quivered and tears started to roll down your cheeks. You ran to yours and Bucky’s shared bedroom and cried in your pillow.

Bucky spent the rest of the day thinking about the way he’s been treating you. He was never really happy about his arranged marriage with you, but he’ll admit that you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met. Guilty filled Bucky. He went to yours and his bedroom to see you in bed and reading a book. He gave you a little more space and got ready for bed. He got in bed next to you.

“Can I talk to you?” Bucky asks, his voice is soft.

You bookmarked the page you’re on in your book and put it on the nightstand before turning your attention to him.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you. I guess that I’m not used to being married.” He says.

“I heard what you said, Bucky. You didn’t want to marry me. If that’s how you really feel, then I’ll talk to the lawyers.” You say.

“No.” He moved himself in front of you. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said. Please forgive me.” He says in a pleading tone.

You just looked at him without saying anything.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He starts. “We can go on that tropical vacation you’ve been telling me about.” He says.

You took a moment to think about it. You really do love Bucky and you don’t want to leave him.

“I want a baby.” You tell him.

“We can have a baby.” He says with a smile, leaning in to kiss you.

“I still want to go on that tropical vacation.” You say against his lips.

“We can do both, sweetheart.” He says with a smile.

You two kissed once more before shutting the lights off and got comfortable in bed. For the first time, Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

“I really am sorry.” He says.

“I know you are, sweetie.” You say.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He says softly.

“I love you more.” You say in almost a whisper.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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stereksimp · 3 months

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*Scott has just been saved and they are all leaving the church.*

Stiles: He made me leave him to go save you. He's dead. He's really dead, and I never told him that I love him. Scott, I lost my chance.

Scott: You'll be OK buddy. I promise and hey maybe he's not dead. For as long as we have known him he has not been easy to kill.

Stiles: Yeah, because I have been the-

* A large black wolf slams it's body into Stiles knocking him onto the ground and proceeds to lick his face. Stiles squirms and pushes but this wolf is not moving.*

Stiles: What the fuck is happening! Where did this wolf come from? Who's wolf is it?

*After the wolf has licked every inch of him face and neck at least twice it flops down on Stiles and shoves his snout into his neck, and starts purring.*

Scott: *Trying his best not to laugh.* Buddy I think that might be your wolf.

Stiles: *Fingers mindlessly carding through fur.* What do you mean my wolf? I don't have a wolf. Scott the only wolf I would claim as mine...is...

Stiles: Holy SHIT! Derek?? Derek is this you big guy? How did you- When did you- Can you turn back?

*The black wolf huffs in his face before slowly shifting back until Derek is laying on top of him human and very naked.*

Derek: Hi *the biggest smile splits his face*

*Stiles mouth drops open and he just stares for a few minutes as everyone else decides to leave the 2 alone for a bit. Maybe get Derek some close?*

Derek: *He stares at Stiles, listening to his heart jackrabbit in his chest, and smell his emotions go through all the stages of grief in record time then happy then pissed then awe.* I love you too.

Stiles: *Suddenly confused and pissed.* You what? When the fuck did you learn to full shift? How dare you say that now after everything we have been through you choose post dying to tell me!

Derek: I figured it out when I was nearly dead. I saw my mom. She whacked my head and told me to get over myself and go to my mate. That I was torturing myself for no reason. I tried to tell her that my mate didn't love me but she just gave me this look she did when she was alive that said 'you are and idiot but I love you'. Then she roared at me and I snapped awake as a wolf.

*All the confused anger melted off Stiles' face after the first scentance and now he just stares up in awe and what Derek now realizes is Love.*

*Stiles reaches a tentative hand up to Derek's cheek and when his hand touched Derek's eyes close and he leans into the touch. He slides his hand back, carding his fingers through soft hair until his hand is on the back of his head. Then he slowly brings Derek's head down until their lips are just ghosting together.*

Stiles: *whispers softly* Of course I love you dumbwolf.

*Derek pushes the last distance and kisses him with all the love he can.*

*There is an awkward cough behind them that makes them pull apart.*

Scott: This is beautiful and I'm so happy for you guys but the rest of us would like to go and none of use want to see Derek's naked ass.

*He tosses clothes on top of Derek.*

Stiles: Speak for yourself Scotty-boy.

Derek gets dressed and instead of leaving with Braden he goes home with Stiles and they make a plan together to find and kill Kate Argent.

#derek x stiles #eternal sterek #stiles stilinksi #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #derek hale #incorrect teen wolf quotes #sterek fic #teen wolf fic #teen wolf headcanon #so i dreamed this last night #derek as a full wolf would have given into his instict to be near stiles #stiles is his anchor

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yelenaslyubov · 3 months

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You’re Mine

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

requested anonymously

a/n: here i am finally with another story!! i’m sorry it took so long, i’ve been going through it a bit and trying to find motivation again. this definitely isn’t my best work, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, language, daddy kink, alcohol, reader receiving, jealousy

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: it is New Year’s Eve, and of course the one and only Tony Stark does not miss a chance to impress with a party. you attend this party under the impression it would be just like every other event, but you are soon proved wrong after you make a mistake to talk to Kate Bishop. your girlfriend sees your encounter from afar and chooses to deal with your wrongdoing in her own way… but do you learn your lesson?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 2k

You watched the numbers increase on the small screen above you. The elevator whirled up an extensive amount of floors and you could hear music and voices getting louder as you reached the top. To top it off, you had to listen to lousy jazz music all the way up.

The elevator jolted to a stop and the noise right outside of the doors indicated the size of the group waiting on the other side.

You inhaled deeply and adjusted your clothing nervously. This was the last party of the season and you were all but happy. Parties and holidays brought out the worst in Yelena and you were ready for them to be over. Parties in particular were a sore spot and she had been acting childish as of lately.

She was easily irritated, didn’t engage in conversation much, wanting to leave early, and most importantly—her jealousy was through the roof.

Recently there were new recruits who have been hanging around more and getting to know everyone. Yelena isn’t the friendly type, especially when it comes to other people talking to you. Of course, you were simply trying to be nice while Yelena thought of it as a threat.

You assumed tonight would be no different.

As the elevator doors eased open the sounds were almost deafening. You couldn’t tell if everyone’s voices or the music was louder, either way you had a difficult time adjusting from the tiresome elevator tunes.

You should’ve known that New Year’s Eve would be a hit at the Avengers Tower, but somehow you thought everyone would be down in Time Square observing the annual ball drop. It was only an hour until midnight so there was still time.

“Hey… y/n!”

You see a hand waving through the crowd but can’t quite make out who it is.

From in between two individuals, Peter emerges panting. “Hey! I was trying to get your attention, but it’s kinda hard with all these people.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hey, Pete. How long have you been up here?”

“Well if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here at the party, it’s been about 2 hours…if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here in general…all day.”

“Peter, why on earth have you been up here all day?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “You see, Sam said—”

“That’s all I need to know,” you stopped Peter. “Anyway, have you seen Yelena around here at all?”

“Last time I saw her she was over by the bar.”

You tried to see over the mass of people crammed into the room, but it was no luck.

“Damn, there’s too many people to tell. Thanks anyways, Pete.”

You slithered past sweaty bodies to make your way over to the bar in hopes of finding Yelena there. Even after all that work, Yelena was nowhere near the bar, but there was another friendly face waiting there.

“Hey, Kate,” you greeted her.

Kate smiled back with warm cheeks. “What’s up!”

“Not much,” you responded while sitting down on the stool next to her, “just enjoying another party.”

“You sound entirely enthusiastic about it, I can see,” Kate says.

“Oh yeah, I just live for these parties. I’m definitely not tired of them after the last 5 we’ve had.”

“I’m going to agree with you on that.”

You asked the bartender for a drink to pass the time as you sat with Kate.

“How have you been liking the tower?” you asked Kate as you sipped your drink.

“It’s definitely a change of pace. Working independently out on the field versus being here with the Avengers… it’s wicked cool!” Her excitement makes you smile, remembering the time when you first were recruited.

“Don’t get too excited, sometimes you miss working alone,” you chuckle.

There was an awkward silence after your last comment, which made you think that Kate might take it the wrong way. “Don’t get me wrong, I love working in teams, but sometimes independent work helps clear your mind.”

“Makes sense… does that have anything to do with Yelena?”

You jolt your head up. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one, Yelena is usually the only one you go out on missions with, and two, she’s staring at you like you killed Fanny.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn to face the horror Kate warned you about. Kate wasn’t exaggerating. Yelena looked as if you had just committed the crime of the century.

“Is everything alright between the two of you?” Kate asked, apprehensively.

Your eyes never left Yelena while talking to Kate. “I’m not too sure now…I’m going to have to catch up with you later.”

You left Kate at the bar as you made your way over to Yelena’s watching eyes. The closer you got to her, the more your nerves overcame you. You weren’t sure what her problem was or what you did, and you didn’t want to suffer through the consequences of her anger—especially not tonight.

You were facing her now up close, letting the music pound into your eardrums while she slowly sipped on her drink. “Fun party, right?” Yelena yelled.

“Not really.” You stared at her once again, hoping she might elaborate on her previous death stare.

“No? Hmm, that’s too bad, I’m having a great-”

“Yelena, cut the act.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“I don’t know anything.” She smirked, but not the good kind of smirk. It was the kind of smirk where you know you had either fucked up or she did something awful.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I didn’t do anything.” Her emphasis gave you all the clues you needed.

“Then what did I do?”

Yelena didn’t answer. She kept standing there taking small, occasional sips of her drink, almost as if the conversation was just as meaningless as the party.

“Yelena, I’m not doing this here.”

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to do it then.”

You didn’t like her attitude at all, but you also didn’t want to leave the conversation unfinished. You looked around behind Yelena to see one of the many hallways they could sneak off to. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and pulled her down the hallway into a room.

“Is this satisfactory for you?” you asked, matching her attitude.

Yelena looked around the closet you managed to find. “It’s a bit small, but-”

“Oh, would you stop it!”

“No!” Yelena placed her hand firmly around your neck, slamming you against the closet door. “You stop it!”

You looked at her in shock. This wasn’t to say that this gesture was out of the ordinary from Yelena, but it was her ability to shut down so quickly that took you by surprise.

“You’ve been acting like a little slut lately,” she sternly said. Yelena could tell you were confused by her accusation. “Aw, you need help remembering how you embarrassed daddy?”

You tried to move your head forward to release Yelena’s right grip from your neck. “Yelena-” you started, but your head was pressed against the door once again.

“Don’t you know you don’t get to talk to other girls?” She moved her lips closer to your ear. “Don’t you know you’re mine, baby?” she whispered so delicately into your ear, your hair standing on edge.

Kate.

Yelena must have seen the realization written all over your face. You had been cutting it up with Kate while you were waiting to find Yelena. Little did you know, Yelena had been observing the two of you for a short time.

“Yelena, it’s not what it looks like,” you whispered.

“Oh, it’s not? Because it looked like you were interested in messing around with someone else, hmm?”

“No, that's not-”

“Ah ah,” she tuts. “I don’t want to hear excuses, baby…prove it to me.”

Your chest tightened. “Prove… what?”

Yelena smirked at you while her hand traced down the front of your frame. Her fingers ever so delicately slipped under the band of your pants.

“Yelena…” You could tell there was no stopping her from what she aimed to get from you.

“I want you,” she started, pausing while pushing her fingers past the barrier of your underwear, “to prove I’m yours.”

You were eye to eye now. Yelena’s eyes hung lazily with lust and revenge. She wanted to make you squirm… make you pay for how you made her feel.

She started rubbing gently against your clit, just enough to tease you. “Say it… ‘I’m yours.’”

“Yelena, please…”

“Say it!” she said, getting impatient. Her mouth was brushing against your ear, her breath hot against your skin. She bit your ear gently, hoping that you would make any kind of noise to grab her attention.

“I-I’m yours,” you whispered.

“That’s not loud enough, I can’t hear you.” With her words she picked up pace.

“I’m yours,” you moaned. You grabbed onto the wall in preparation for your legs to give out very soon. You even found yourself moving your hips against Yelena’s hand, your body craving her touch even more.

But you were angry with her. You were angry that Yelena was angry over nothing. This wasn’t unusual, which was the frustrating part, but you couldn’t help but drown in pleasure. Though it wasn’t Yelena’s intention to put you in a better mood, it was working either way.

“Such a good girl riding my fingers for me, but I want you to keep going. You can’t cum until I tell you to, baby.” The more she edged you on it only made you come closer to the edge.

In addition, you suddenly became aware of how loud you were being. You gained consciousness and were afraid everyone could hear you.

What if they notice you’re gone? What if they heard you? Or worse… What if they find you?

Your brain began scrambling. You couldn’t focus on the present, only what lies beyond the small closet the two of you were tucked behind.

Yelena could tell you were antsy, which only caused her more grief. Her other hand that was placed firmly on your hip tightened. She was keeping you in place so there was nowhere for you to run.

“I didn’t tell you to stop; keep talking,” she demanded. “I want you to scream my name loud enough to forget hers.”

The anger you were feeling started to melt away into only an ecstasy of pleasure. You couldn’t resist the way she felt against you, and you couldn’t possibly turn her away now.

“I’m yours,” you responded for her.

“That’s a good girl, but you’re going to need to be louder if you really mean it.”

“I’m yours!”

“There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could do it.” Her words went straight to your head, sending you farther into a daze. Your previous fear of your closet endeavors being seen had faded away, now all that was left was you and Yelena.

“You getting close, baby?”

She knew you so well. Your legs were quivering, your breathing was erratic, and your nails were digging deeper into the back of Yelena’s neck.

“I know you’re so close, but I need to hear you,” she begged of you.

“Please, Yelena,” you whined. “I’ll be good.”

“Aw, will you baby? Have you learned your lesson?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then show me…cum baby.”

“Oh, Yelena!”

You came undone per her command. You tried to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds that could be heard outside the door, but Yelena quickly swatted your hand away. She wanted everyone to know you were hers.

After you calmed down, you tried your best to support yourself on your weak legs. You opened your eyes to meet Yelena’s piercing stare. You definitely felt better but you could tell that Yelena wasn’t completely satisfied.

You had lost track of time until you heard the large crowd outside the door counting down to midnight. Of course you expected a kiss from Yelena for the occasion, but instead you watched her wipe her fingers on her pants and head out of the door.

You were suddenly left alone as the celebration outside continued. You leaned against the door and slid down until you reached the bottom. As you sat there, you wondered what possible lesson Yelena could be teaching you by leaving you alone at the top of the New Year.

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updownlately · 1 year

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i'm so furious (at you for making me feel this way)

| leah williamson x reader | a little sprinkle of angst, a little hint of fluff | 2.4k | a/n: another req! this one's based off the song 'gorgeous' by taylor swift and as usual, it's not at all proofread. honestly took a completely different direction as i was writing it but eh. to whoever requested it, my bad it took a while- hope you like it! happy reading folks!

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“What? You’re not gonna say ‘hi’?”

Eyes rolling at the cocky voice directed your way, you shook your head slightly, walking faster as you ignored the woman standing in front of you.

You really didn’t have the energy to deal with this now, not after how exhausting your past few days, months, really had been.

Intending on joining the rest of your team at the table without a fuss, you brushed by her without as much as a second glance, letting out a breath as you got away.

Or so you thought.

You didn’t make it more than a couple steps past her before you felt an all too familiar hand wrap around your wrist, your moments stilling at the force.

Huffing, you didn’t bother turning around, instead choosing to speak loudly so you wouldn’t have to look at her.

“Leah, let me go…”

“Stay a minute? Let me buy you a drink.”

You could feel the smirk in her voice as she spoke, it already infuriating you as it had many times before, this time without you even having to see it.

Clenching your jaw, you dropped your voice, still looking straight ahead, nearly empty glass held precariously in your other hand.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.”

Hearing a scoff in response, you made a move to tug your wrist out of her grip, failing to do so as it instead tightened slightly.

“Not in the mood to talk, yet you’re talking to everyone here but me?”

The accusation was followed by a laugh but you knew Leah well enough to know she was anything but joking.

Turning around to meet ocean blue eyes, you pursed your lips as you narrowed your eyebrows, not in the mood for any of the midfielder’s shenanigans.

“Take it as a compliment…”

With that, you twisted your arm sharply, effectively breaking out of her hold as she held your gaze.

“And what would be the compliment exactly? You hate me enough to ignore me?”

You froze slightly as she took a step closer, letting out a shaky breath as her piercing eyes peered into yours.

Swallowing hard, mind racing with memories of when you used to look into these exact pair of eyes fondly, having been teased by your shared teammates thousands of times, you felt your heart tighten slightly, a dull ache making itself known.

Trying to seem nonchalant, you shrugged in response, your slightly intoxicated state causing the following words to slip out of your mouth before you could even think about the consequences.

“That you look so gorgeous it makes me mad you aren’t mine…” You mumbled bitterly.

The ‘anymore’ goes unsaid, but you know she heard it too, her head tilting as a small smile crossed her face.

Despite having broken up nearly a year ago, the blonde hadn’t gotten over you. No matter how many people she had met, dates she had been set up on, times she had been asked out, each and every time the English captain tried to get over you, she had failed miserably, always finding herself comparing her companion for the date to you.

It was getting ridiculous at this point really. Even if she wanted to get over you (spoiler: she didn’t), she couldn’t.

Memories of the way you’d always shoot the blonde a grin, even in the worst of times, and how you’d always beg her for piggyback rides after games unforgettable to Leah.

The countless times you had spent late nights and early mornings together, talking about nothing and everything, bodies curled up against one another as an easy air filled the room.

The innumerable times you had tried (and failed miserably) to teach the blonde how to cook, it always ending up with her banished to sit on the counter as you would try to save the catastrophe she would somehow manage to cause (and later apologise for with infinite cuddles and kisses).

It was all that was on her mind, a piece of her knowing you had been the one, the one she had and then lost.

Months of anxiously waiting for you to even be in the same room had led to tonight, dinner and drinks with your and her national teammates, the two teams having just played a friendly in London. And the blonde would be lying if she denied the fact that she had today’s date saved in her calendar since the game had been scheduled.

“Can’t bear talking to you…” you muttered the words under your breath, mind a frenzy with her perfume infiltrating your senses- the same perfume you always loved smelling on the hoodies you’d steal from her years before.

You watched as Leah’s smile disappeared at your words hushed words, a disappointed look taking over her face at your words, the hurt clearly visible.

Your heart sank as you watched the change. Realising how those words sounded, you quickly began to backpedal. Just because she wasn’t yours anymore didn’t mean you cared any less for her.

Stammering out, you blushed in embarrassment as the words fell from your lips.

And as you did, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you should’ve stopped after the fourth drink like your friends had suggested.

“Can’t say anything to your face because every time I look at you it makes me furious that I’m not over you yet- that I still feel this way even though you’ve moved on…”

Eyes downcast as you trailed off, you curled slightly in on yourself, self-conscious of the feelings you had make known, the knowledge that they were very much one sided unsettling.

It’s why Leah’s retort caught you off guard, the softly whispered words, quiet enough that you almost missed them, tilting your world on its side.

“Who said I have…”

Whipping your head up, you watched the blonde took a sharp breath in, clearly caught off-guard by her own admission.

Almost believing her for a minute, you shook your head in disagreement.

“Pictures don’t lie Leah…the girl you were with the other day? All cozied up first at a club, then Ibiza?”

“You keep up with me.” The statement was accompanied with a cheeky grin, the other girl avoiding your question completely.

Feeling a smile creep up on you at her cheekiness, you clenched your jaw. You couldn’t believe you were falling for her charm again.

“You know what, you have a point…I’ll stop.” The cold words came out cleanly, nearly emotionless as you did your best to give her nothing to work with.

You didn’t know if you could survive falling for her again, and you didn’t want to find out.

Leah didn’t mind expressing her distaste at your statement however, the protest immediate. “You don’t have to…”

“Oh no but I do- you ruined my life you know?”

You words were emotion laced this time, mind hazy with the alcohol thrumming through your veins, a stark contrast to your sentence before- the anger you had pent up over the past year finally coming to light.

“Me?! How?”

“By loving me and then leaving me…by not being mine!”

“You were the one who left! And she’s just a friend, honest!” The Gunner put her hands up in the air, a genuine expression on her face.

Taking a quick glance behind you and then Leah, you made sure none of your teammates were eavesdropping, well aware of their tendency to blow things out of proportion.

It’s not like your relationship had been a secret, but you had just never bothered to confirm anything with anyone, too content in your own little bubble to let anyone else take a peak.

Still, you didn’t need the relentless jesting of your teammates tonight- not after the emotional rollercoaster you were currently on.

Facing the blonde again, you lowered your voice. “We were just friends too…”

The resounding ‘no’ you received was immediate, Leah’s definitive tone leaving nothing up for debate. “No we weren’t. We never were just friends. You know it.”

“Leah…”

Grabbing your wrist once more, a stern look on her face, Leah hastily pulled you to a dark corner of the bar, you both hidden in the shadows as she turned to face you, eyebrows furrowed in anger, nostrils flaring, a striking change in her demeanour.

“Don’t ‘Leah…’ me. You left. You decided that you were going to move to a whole new country without asking me. You chose a long distance relationship for us without asking me what I thought. You left me. And where did that leave us? Leave me? I can’t even go on a date with someone without thinking of you!”

By now the blonde was breathing heavily as you stared, jaw clenched as you took in her words.

“You were the one who chose to break up!”

She stepped closer to you, invading your personal space, head slightly down as she met your gaze.

“You signed the contract before we could even talk!”

“You didn’t even bother fighting for us!”

“‘Cause you didn’t even give me a chance to!“

“I-“

“You what?”

The sharp response had your eyes widening, heartbeat racing as your mind remember the chaos of last summer’s transfer window. The way you hadn’t felt at home in London wearing blue. How countless nights were spent apart from your girlfriend, the physical distance between you short, but still feeling like you were kilometres apart.

You had figured that maybe some space would’ve done you some good. It’s why you had decided to quietly sign for Wolfsburg, only telling the blonde after since she had barely been home, had barely talked to you.

Looking back now however, maybe it wasn’t your wisest decision.

Whispering quietly as the realisation hit you like a truck, your eyes widened.

“I didn’t know…”

All you got in response was the blonde stepping impossibly closer to you, your faces inches away.

“You wanna know the worst part? I hate that I still miss you everyday. I hate that I still wake up some mornings reaching out to your side of the bed. I hate that the only time I see you is when I see pictures of you online. I hate that the first time I’m seeing you in nearly a year is in a dingy bar with the rest of our drunk teammates milling around when this past year could’ve been so different for us. I hate that I can’t have you. I hate that you aren’t mine”

The frustrated words slowly morphed into those of defeat, leaving you breathless- the declaration, the sentiment of Leah’s words not lost on you. You definitely didn’t expect the night to go like this.

You didn’t know what to say, mind reeling at the fact that you weren’t the only one who hadn’t gotten over your relationship. To be fair, you didn’t know how many people got over a two, nearly three year relationship quickly, but with all the social media posts and the stories you would hear about the blonde from mutual friends, you had figured she moved on pretty quickly.

You’d clearly been wrong though.

“I-”

Pleading ocean blue eyes looking in yours, you let yourself sink and drown in the emotions swimming in the orbs.

“I-…I’m sorry.”

Swallowing hard, you contemplated on telling the blonde the news you’d been holding back for the better part of a month, the summer international season wrapping up today and giving you way to make an official announcement soon.

You saw as Leah observed you closely, her head tilting to the side as she sensed you were holding something back, her knowledge of you from when you dated not lost in the slightest.

You stared blankly as her eyes went wide, her stepping away from you as the gears in her brain turned.

“Oh my god, please don’t tell me you have a girlfriend or someth-“

Shaking your head quickly, eyes widening at the worldly incorrect guess, you placed your hands on her waist, immediately pulling her back, her warmth alluring, her presence a comfort you had missed dearly and didn’t want to lose for even a second.

“No. God, I couldn’t even if I tried. Trust me, you weren’t the only one who couldn’t move on…”

Comforting the blonde with your shared emotions of the past handful of months, you relaxed yourself, the admission lifting the weight off your shoulders, no need for you to pretend you were okay without her.

Taking a deep breath in as Leah neared your proximity once more, your hands travelling up to her shoulders as hers found purchase on your hips, you chose to ignore the somersaults your stomach was doing at finally being in Leah’s arms after so long.

Closing your eyes, terrified of the response you were going to get, you quickly blurted out what you had been holding back.

“There’s a high chance, and by high I mean nearly 99% done, of me transferring to Arsenal for the upcoming season…”

Having spent the last year with Wolfsburg, your one year contract had expired after the end of the league, you choosing not to renew when your childhood club put in an offer.

Peeking an eye open to gauge Leah’s reaction, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face as you saw her eyes shine with joy, a beaming grin on her face at your words.

“Don’t lie…please…”

Shaking your head, you internally melted at how hopeful the skipper looked.

“I promise I’m not.”

At your words, you saw as her smile grew again, Leah scooping you up into her arms to hug you tightly at the news- resentment be damned- the joy of having you near drowning out any and all negative sentiments in the blink of an eye.

Feeling her grin against the crook of your neck, you rested your face against her shoulder, sinking into the familiar feeling of being her arms, a feeling you missed terribly.

And as Leah pulled back, the twinkle in her eyes paralleling the brightest stars in the sky, you smiled shyly as she rested her forehead against yours, you both silently understanding what this meant for you and for her, for you both.

It wasn’t much, nothing resolved between the two of you, at least not yet- but it was something- a starting point.

Soft smiles on both of your faces, you let yourself be led out, following behind Leah, hands gently intertwined and a glimmer of hope in your hearts.

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marlynnofmany · 5 months

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Secondhand Solutions

Mur gave me a smug look, curling and uncurling one tentacle like a yo-yo. “Told you it was a waste of credits,” he said.

I sighed. “If those human ships were here, it wouldn’t be. This stuff is prime Earth nostalgia.” The small pile of items on the hoversled had seemed so full of promise when I’d bought it at our last stop: cat posters, harmonicas, and a dozen packs of googly eyes.

“Pity we’re far from Earth,” Mur said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, eyeing the locals of this alien marketplace. Lots of scales and exoskeletons. Not many hands that would appreciate the softness of a cat’s fur, and very few mouthparts that would be able to do much with a harmonica. The merchant I’d gotten the stuff from had been a Heatseeker all too happy to unload her stock of cut-rate human nonsense. These folks would likely have similar opinions. I said, “At least it doesn’t expire.”

Mur straightened the individually-boxed harmonicas. “And it shouldn’t take up too much space in your quarters until we meet up with more humans eventually. The captain won’t want to hang around here waiting for them to show up.”

“True,” I admitted. It was gossip from our last stop that had told me they’d be here now. I should have known better than to trust it.

“Well, back to the ship,” Mur announced. “Maybe you can cheer yourself up by decorating your quarters with eyeballs.”

I had to smile at that. “Maybe.” He was already walking back to where we’d parked, on the far side of an over-cultivated garden area. I towed the hoversled after him.

Then I caught sight of some locals who’d run afoul of multiple birdlike beasties, and an idea started to form.

The locals, a half-dozen Heatseekers whose scales ranged from red to pale yellow, were trying to eat a nice lunch at the dining section of the garden. The squawking bird-things, which were half-lizardy with speckled brown feathers and wide beaks, had apparently claimed the bushes for their own. They were contesting this claim by spitting at the Heatseekers every time their backs were turned. These looked like pretty gross spitballs, impressive for birds.

It occurred to me that I’d seen those feathery characters all over the place here. A look behind confirmed it; they lurked in nearly every tree I could see. And judging by the way the locals were abandoning this picnic table, they were a known hazard.

They still only spat at fleeing enemies, hiding or freezing in place when pinned by eye contact.

And that was my idea. “Hey Mur,” I said. “I’ll bet you one shanty sung on a table that I can sell some of these googly eyes right now.”

He stopped and looked around, full of skepticism. “To who?”

“Do you take the bet?”

“Ah, sure. There’s no way anyone here is interested.”

“You say that now,” I said, grabbing a pack and waving down one of the hurrying locals. “But you don’t know how we deal with tigers and magpies.”

“With what?”

I didn’t answer, busy as I was explaining to the local that the false eyes were adhesive, and would give the impression of eye contact from both directions. They were just as interested as I’d thought they’d be.

After a demonstration, during which I strolled through the picnic area and didn’t get a single spitball on me, the birds were unsettled and the locals were more than happy to buy everything I had.

This was a new colony town, you see, and no one had come up with a good solution for the annoying fauna that came with the territory. But these folks were prepared to make everyone’s day.

They certainly made mine. That was five times as much as I’d paid for the stuff in the first place. And they didn’t even want the posters and harmonicas.

I waved goodbye, but they weren’t paying attention, so I turned my grin on Mur instead. He had draped a tentacle around his pointy squid head in exasperation.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken the bet,” he declared. “But I was so sure it was pointless.”

“And I am sure that whichever song you choose to regale us with at dinnertime will be delightful,” I said, tugging the hovercart around the bushes. The birds watched me carefully, noting the eyes still stuck to my hair, and leaving us both alone. “If it’s a song I know, maybe I can play a backup melody with a harmonica.”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

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trueebeauty · 4 months

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RUIN ME - GOJO SATORU

Does it hurt?

Of course, it does.

Being forced to watch someone else have everything you want... everything you need... everything they knew you desperately wanted.

It's pretty painful. Would you be wrong to flip the script?

But you could never turn your back on your sister; she was family.

And you shouldn't hate her just because she succeeded.

So you swallowed your hatred, approached her, and offered your blessings as she accepted them with a grating, cunning smile.

But none of the kind blessings that came out of your mouth held any truth, and somehow you could tell she knows.

So would it be wrong of you to…

"Satoru... what are you saying?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

The words sent a jolt through me. "I want this… and you. Having you by my side is all I want."

He closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. Up close, I could make out every striking detail of his face - those high cheekbones, the strong jawline, full lips quirked in a knowing frown.

"I- I don't understand–"

"You know exactly what I'm getting at," he murmured, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm tired of settling just so the next person has their happy ending. Shouldn't you be too?"

I felt my face flush hot. Had I really been that obvious?

Of course, I was tired, but I didn't want to ruin my sister's, no, my family's life.

Then again, you thought about it. What had your family ever done for you? What else had your family given to your sister when it should've been yours?

Part of me screamed that this was an unforgivable act against my sister, my flesh and blood.

But the other part didn't care, consumed by the burning need to have Gojo for myself, to take away the one thing you knew would devastate her.

But doesn’t that make you just her…just like them?

Ceasing the anger, “We can't," I said, trying to reject him, but yet, as much as I knew this was wrong, I couldn't help it. Just being near him set my nerves on fire.

Gojo's thumb stroked along my jawline as he held my gaze. "Maybe once upon a time, those rules mattered," he murmured. "But look at us now– we can choose. I'll force them if I have to."

His eyes shone with a seriousness I had never seen directed my way before. Gojo was always so carefree, so unshakable. But now–, you just didn't know.

"Don't overthink this," he urged softly. "Not when I've waited so long just to get you alone like this."

One of Gojo's hands came up to cup my cheek, calloused thumb brushing over my skin reverently. "Tell me you don't feel the same way," he said, voice almost a whisper. "Tell me, and I'll walk away. You have my word."

I searched his face and found only affection and patience there. He would respect my answer, whatever it was.

And at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about the consequences. His embrace was all I craved, moral objections be damned.

Slowly, I shook my head. "I can't lie to you, Satoru. Not about this..." I licked my suddenly dry lips. "I feel the same way."

A look of profound relief and joy washed over Gojo's features. He stroked my cheekbone with such gentle reverence.

Then, ever so slowly, he closed the small distance between us and brushed his lips across mine in a feather-soft kiss. An electrifying jolt went through me at the tender contact.

When he pulled back, I could see the depth of emotion shining in his eyes, everything he felt was laid bare. At that moment, I knew I was forever lost to this man.

Let them condemn me.

"No more hesitations and no turning back. You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." With trembling hands, I pulled him closer, savoring his warmth, his scent, his very being.

Tonight, we would be each other's ruin, and I couldn't wait to fall.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 3 months

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If you’re interested Dark Donna x Reader where the voices in Donna’s head convinces her Readers going to leave, so Donna purposely gets Reader pregnant but when Ready finds out she’s pregnant she thinks Donna’s gonna get mad so she try’s to hide it. You can choose the rest just fluffy ending pls

Yesss!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

The voices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,870

Summary: You're going to leave, they tell me you're going to leave...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I walked quickly, almost running. Normally when I return home after a meeting, I take my time to enjoy the solitude, that landscape I consider mine, my property.

I asked myself questions about the birds that perched on the dry and sad branches. I looked at the fog across the bridge. Not that day, that day I had to run, I had to return home.

The routine would continue as always, it would continue as always if she had not appeared in my life.

(Y/N), an annoying villager who dared to appear in my life, changed it completely. She was a young, beautiful girl, really beautiful, who dared to meet me, to get into my mind and never leave.

It was like a horrible temptation, like an unbearable addiction. Once I tried it, I couldn't live without it. Smiling, happy, calm... It was the complete opposite of what I was. Maybe that “opposites attract” nonsense was true. I never believed in love, I never even bothered to look for it. Damn addiction, I could no longer live without love, without loving her.

She didn't hesitate, I offered her to live with me, to be by my side, and she accepted, probably without thinking too much about it. I should scare you, make you afraid, but I didn't, not even my face, not even my body, were reasons for you to stop loving me.

You were mine, only mine.

That thought always overshadowed all my doubts, the voices that told me that it was just a mirage, a screen that superimposed itself on reality. No, no, (Y/N) was mine, leave me alone.

But, even though I tried to do everything possible not to let the doubt overwhelm me, for a couple of weeks those voices had become louder in my head, repeating the same thing over and over, over and over...

(Y/N) doesn't love you, Donna, (Y/N) won't stay with you, she’s going to leave, she’s going to abandon you. She will leave you alone.

I tried to silence those voices in every way possible, I really did. I kissed you, I made love to you, I hugged you... None of that served to silence those damned voices. At first it seemed absurd to me, but little by little, that thought became much more real.

(Y/N) is going to leave, she will abandon you…

Over and over again, that same cursed mantra, the dark voice that made me lose my mind. My pace quickened, to the point where I was having trouble breathing. The elevator was going up too slow, I had to get home. I had to check that you weren't gone.

“(Y/N)...” I said agitated, slowly entering the house, looking for your figure wandering through the hallways, looking for your shadow impregnated on the walls.

There was nothing, just silence, just those voices that told me the same thing over and over again.

You see? She's gone, she's abandoned you

“Stai zitto...” I murmured to myself. It couldn't be true. I wanted to believe it couldn't be true. I took off my veil and looked for you on one side, on the other.

I didn't find you and the fury inside me was fighting to come out, I could feel the heat rising through my body, I could feel how my fist was clenching the black fabric tightly, wanting to tear it.

“(Y/N), where are you?” I said with a slightly louder voice. Angie helped me look for you, Angie always helped me.

No, she didn't find you either. I wanted my voice to sound authoritative, stern, for you to respond to my call, but you didn't, and I didn't sound that way either. It was almost pathetic, it almost seemed like I was begging you.

I couldn't beg for you. You were mine, you belonged to me. You couldn't leave. You weren't going to leave.

“(Y/N),” I growled, this time with that desired tone. Anger burned my skin and my eye searched for you tirelessly. I would have been able to raise my entire army of dolls to find you, you know I would, (Y/N).

But the silence only made the voices stronger, more forceful. They sounded in my ears, in my head, they sighed on my skin, they gave me goosebumps. They told me the truth.

“(Y/N)!” I screamed through my teeth, making the walls reflect my anger. My steps became firm and my brow furrowed as I walked through the house. The voices only fell silent at that moment, at the moment when I screamed, when I demanded for you to appear. “(Y/N)! You better not be gone!”

She's gone, Donna, she has to pay, you have to grab some scissors and...

“No!” I shouted to drown out the suggestion that sounded terrible to me, at least in case I was making a mistake, which was increasingly further from the truth.

“Come here, (Y/N)! You'll regret it if you don't show up!” I continued shouting, kicking a chair hard. Sorry, I figured it was you.

“Hey, hey, hey... Donna, what's wrong with you? What are those screams about?” A voice that was not in my head made me stay stuck to the floor.

Your figure, your perfect body appeared in front of me. Two years, three, seven could pass. Your body would always make all the evil inside me to hide, afraid of your beauty.

“(Y/N)” I murmured, smiling involuntarily. Once again my demons managed to deceive me. You weren't gone.

But she will leave, Donna, she will leave... She will leave you alone.

“Honey...” You whispered, approaching me with a worried look. I lowered mine, embarrassed. “Honey, what's wrong?” You asked in a soft voice, with that tempting voice, typical of any demon.

“You were not here. I arrived and you weren't there,” I said sincerely, with reproach activated in my voice, with my eye dark because of the scare you had given me. Don't do it again, ever.

“Well, I was taking a shower,” you explained, leaning in to kiss me, to captivate me with your lips. I kissed you back, but I pulled away right away. Your eyes were still worried, just like my soul. “My love, you are shaking, are you having a crisis?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said, removing the hand that had risen to my cheek. I was never going to admit how worried I was. You couldn't leave, you were mine, and you would be forever.

You sighed, shaking your head, insisting on making me fall into your addictive caresses.

“What has the poor chair done to you?” You asked amused, luckily letting my hand go and picking up the furniture from the floor. Your look said it, you were scared, or worried, or both.

“I’ve tripped,” I lied, with that dry tone that pretended I didn't care enough about you to be on the verge of begging for you to come back. I would never beg for you, you were mine.

She's not, she'll leave.

I shuddered at that horrible voice, at that constant torment of a wounded mind. You noticed it, studying me again with your beautiful look, with that look that could make me melt.

“Has something happened at the meeting?” You asked, confused by my tremors.

“No, everything has gone as usual,” I said, breathing calmly, following the movements your hands made, those movements with which you thought you controlled me when I lost my mind. I don't know why, but they worked.

“Okay, Donna, that's it, breathe with me...” You whispered calmly, making me fall into your trap again, grabbing my hands, removing my fingers that were almost digging into my flesh. “You feel better now?”

I nodded when the voices stopped due to your caresses, your soft and innocent kisses. They were the worst of drugs for me, your tender and relaxing lips. I didn't want you to leave, please don't abandon me.

“Great,” you said with a casual smile, when my body stopped shaking and my face gave you a smile. “Anyway, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn.”

“No, I... I’m going to prepare dinner, okay?” I said relaxed, wanting to compensate you for my absurd doubts. You bit your lip and jumped into my arms, letting me hug you. Gods, how I love your hugs.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” you whispered amusedly in my ear, making me laugh too, making my cheeks take on a slightly rosy tone.

You gave me a quick kiss on the lips and turned away from me, plopping down on a couch under my watchful gaze. Whatever you did, (Y/N), was worthy of admiration.

I went down to the kitchen with the relief of being right, of being superior to those horrible voices. No, you weren't going to abandon me. You loved me, almost as much as I loved you.

While cooking, I hummed an old song. My world at that moment was perfect. Until two years ago, I had never cooked for anyone. Nothing made me happier than seeing how you enjoyed the things I prepared for you. Nothing made me happier than seeing your smile.

Donna…

A voice hummed in my head, wanting to get my attention. I did my best to ignore it, singing louder. I couldn't stop hearing it, it was in my head. I pressed my temples with my fingers, so that little pain would relieve and silence those demons. It was not as easy as before, it was no longer as easy as before.

Have you left her alone upstairs? How stupid you are…

I shook my head, adding more ingredients to the pot. I wanted to prepare something delicious for you, I wanted to, at least you would stay for my food. What a stupid thing.

“No... No... Not now...” I murmured nervously, diverting my attention from the fire and gripping a knife tightly.

Yes, now, Donna. You are reckless. She can escape, cut the power of the elevator and leave you locked here. How pathetic that would be, just like you are...

Ignoring my mind again, I let the handle of that knife go, before my disturbed conscience suggested the things I could do to you with it.

Luckily, I was able to dinner in peace. When I came up with the food, you had already prepared the table, a romantic dinner, or so you said. Those kinds of things are what calm the screams of my sick mind. Only you could calm me down.

The love I felt for you was so strong that I was able to forget my fears, behave like that person you said you loved. Your smile, your funny look and your informal comments made me feel part of you, always part of you. You weren't going to leave me, you were mine.

When it was time to sleep, my body claimed yours, I claimed you. I wanted to make you mine again and again, celebrate the victory of your love against the voices in my head. Everything could have been so perfect, (Y/N), but it wasn't, you didn't want it to be.

“Donna, I'm a bit... Tired...” You said, removing my hands from your waist, making my mouth stop kissing the addictive skin of your neck.

I looked at you confused and continued with the kisses despite your complaints. I had to make you mine, you had to be mine.

“Donna, stop, stop it,” you said with a stern voice, pushing me gently, preventing me from getting close again by placing your hands on my chest. Your eyes were sad now. They did not shine with the same desire as other times.

“Why?” I asked with a pleading tone, grabbing your waist, pulling you, to which you shook your head. “Please, I want to make love to you…”

It was a damn formal request, (Y/N), why the hell did you have to turn it down?

You see? She doesn't even want you to fuck her...

“I'm sorry Donna, but I already told you. I'm especially tired today,” you said, moving away from me and getting into bed. I protested with a growl.

I don't remember what I did, what expression my face had, but I remember your strange, scared eyes. That fearful look, those bright eyes made me tremble.

Did my look tell you that I was going to take what I wanted by force? Did you really think that way about me? What a problem, (Y/N), you only made me want to do it.

“Hey, I promise you tomorrow we will do whatever you want, okay?” You said, reaching out your arm to pull my wrist. “Come on, come to bed.”

“I don't want to,” I said with a tone that I now think was too childish. I didn't want to be with you, sleep with you, you had hurt me. I felt hurt. Something told me it was for no reason. “I'm going to the workshop.”

“At this time of the night? Come on, Donna, you can't spend all day with the dolls, you'll end up becoming...” You said, protesting in a funny way, ignoring the seriousness of my words, of my intentions.

“Crazy?” I finished the sentence for you and you let yourself fall on the mattress, closing your eyes.

“I didn't mean that,” you corrected.

Too late, Donna, she's given himself away, she thinks you're a crazy psychopath. And…You are.

“Good night, (Y/N),” I said, leaving the room before those voices could shout any more. To be honest, I didn't want to make love to you that much, it was more of a feeling of power, of possession.

Not finding you when I got home had opened a crack in what was left of my sanity. Only my dolls, my eternal friends, could help me think clearly, to become that woman you loved again.

I started to sew, I couldn't do it. The fabric was slipping from my hands. Then I wanted to paint, but my body was shaking so much and it was impossible. Not even in the safety of my workshop was I safe, not anymore.

She’s leaving at night and you know what you're going to do? Nothing, because you never do anything, you are stupid, a nutcase, a...

“Basta!” I screamed, dropping the brush and burying my head in the table, grabbing it with my hands, pulling my hair in frustration. “Basta, per favore… Angie!”

At least the voices fell silent. At least they left me alone. Oh, Angie, if you knew how much good you are to me... You really manage to calm me down, and not (Y/N)...

“I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming,” the doll sang, that part of my consciousness that I myself created thanks to Mother Miranda's gift. I couldn't have endured my life without her.

“Angie... I can't take it anymore...” I sobbed, letting my hair go but starting to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks relentlessly. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was that you wouldn't listen to me. I didn't want your false compassion.

“The voices again?” the puppet asked, patting my back. She didn't even have to ask, she already knew, Angie always knew everything about me, my thoughts...

“They don't stop, Angie, they don't stop telling horrible things to me...” I explained among sobs, raising my head. Angie was listening to me, sitting at the table.

“What horrible things?” She asked with false curiosity. I composed myself. I didn't want to say them, they would come back, I'm sure they would come back.

“They tell me... They tell me that (Y/N), that she...” I stuttered, involuntarily looking at the door, in case you showed up because of the scandal.

“They tell you that she will leave?” Angie finished the sentence for me, saving me the pain of repeating it. I nodded, embarrassed. “Bah, don't pay attention, she won't leave.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, annoyed by that simple answer.

“Well, I'm not but... It's what I think, what you think,” she explained, making comical gestures with her hands. “You must relax, Donna, otherwise you already know that the voices will never go away.”

“How do you want me to relax?” I asked, this time breathing harder. There were many things to break in that room, and the temptation was there. “Just, just the fact of thinking that she would abandon me...”

“Well, well, enough complaining,” Angie said, blatantly interrupting me. Thinking of Angie as a doll was much more reassuring than thinking that my own conscience had silenced me. “This way you won't be able to solve anything.”

I crossed my arms, regretting having called my doll. She was never particularly helpful, but at least, she was there.

“So how could I solve it? It's getting worse...” I murmured in a lower tone, looking around me. Neither the voices nor you appeared, luckily.

“Okay, okay, stop, my dear Donna,” the doll said, putting her arms in a calm position. “You can't complain if… If you haven't done anything about it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, please, I know you know...” The puppet muttered, giving me a nasty elbow. Sometimes she took too many liberties. “If you are afraid that she will leave, the solution is simple, force her to stay.”

I was horrified by that proposal. There were many desires, the desire to be evil to you, to lock you in my room, to tie you to my bed. But that feeling of being truly loved, of a real feeling... It was much better. I never thought that way again, never, I promise, (Y/N).

“You know I can't do that... She loves me,” I protested with a grimace of absolute disgust.

“And you love her, right?” Angie responded boldly. I nodded almost immediately.

“I don't want to hurt her,” I said sincerely. I enjoyed seeing suffering in other people, but not in you, not in you, my love.

“Mm okay, that rules out my other two ideas,” the doll murmured in a comical, thoughtful way.

“If you're not going to help me, Angie, you better...” I said, tired of her shameless way of being, of the way I gave her, of my own conscience.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She screeched irritatingly, hurting my ears. “I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.”

“Speak once and for all,” I demanded, trembling to know what her horrible proposal would be.

“If you want (Y/N) to stay with you forever, and you don't want to hurt her... You should get her pregnant,” she said triumphantly, as if it were the best idea in the world.

It didn't horrify me the way it should, it sounded too good, even at first. But no, I still had my doubts.

“Pregnant?” I asked, blinking in confusion, feeling a chill running through my body. “How is that supposed to make her stay?”

“Just think about it, Donna,” Angie whispered, approaching me, pretending to tell me a secret. “If (Y/N) is having your child, she won't be able to leave.”

“Of course she will. And then I will lose (Y/N) and my child at the same time,” I contradicted, thinking about it more coldly.

“No, wrong,” she said amused, putting a finger on my nose, making me growl with rage. “What is a villager like her going to do with a baby to take care of? She doesn't have a family and you already know how badly single mothers are viewed in the village... Not to mention Miranda, who would surely have her eyes on...”

“Okay, okay, I don't understand anything, Angie,” I said, overwhelmed by all that information and worried about how good it sounded in my head.

“Come on, it's very simple. (Y/N) will have no choice but to stay here with you so her baby, your baby, can have a happy life. Besides, you always wanted a baby, right?”

“Well, I... It's, it's true but... But (Y/N) doesn't want to, or so I think,” I said, running my hand over the back of my sweaty neck.

“What does that matter? She's yours, Donna, don't forget it,” the doll snapped, with a more aggressive tone. I couldn't say for sure if it really was Angie.

“I don't know... I... Even if it’s a good idea, it's not possible. (Y/N) always wants me to put… You know…”

“Oh, of course, you're talking about that humiliating rubber band that forces you to put on your…”

“Yes, you don't need to say it,” I interrupted, blushing with embarrassment.

“It's humiliating, don't you think? It's like you disgust her...” She murmured sinisterly, which made my breathing even more complicated.

“She says it's for protection,” I said, thinking about her words.

Yes, it was really humiliating not being able to feel my skin against yours, but I had never thought about it. Maybe you were cheating on me, (Y/N). Maybe you didn't love me as much as you said you did.

“Yeah, of course, lie, lie, lie. She does it because she's afraid of having a baby with you and having to stay, don't you see?”

“Maybe...” I said thoughtfully, stopping paying attention to Angie, and listen to my conscience.

A baby... It sounded hasty, crazy. But the more I thought about it, the better results appeared in my mind. Yes, maybe Angie was right, maybe that part of me was right.

Having a baby is not harm, it is a sign of love, of the love I felt for you. Just imagine, (Y/N), a precious baby to take care of. Thinking about it only made those horrible voices duller. Maybe that would be the solution.

I got into bed, with the pregnancy issue on my mind. You were asleep, breathing in that way of yours, which said how alien to the world you were, that you hadn't even worried about me. It didn't matter, that was going to change soon.

“I love you, (Y/N),” I whispered in your ear, passing my arm over your body, bringing you closer to me. You moaned. I couldn't see your face, but I could swear you were smiling.

Yes, I love you, I loved you, I will always love you. I will always do anything so you know, I would do anything for you to be by my side. I didn't care about the consequences. You were mine, and you always would be.

What are you waiting for? Do what you have to do, tie that bitch to your bed and to your life...

The voices returned days later. I even thought I forgot about that idea for a moment. I could only see love in your face, in your smile, I could see only you. But your absence, even if it was justified, made my body tremble again.

I got up from the couch, leaving aside the book I was pretending to read, listening to every voice, every desperate scream that tortured me. They were right, you would abandon me if I didn't act, if I didn't make you mine in a way you couldn't even imagine.

“Hello, bellisima,” you said smiling, cutting some tomatoes in the kitchen. “Look, I hope you don't mind if I try to imitate your special sauce.”

My corners turned up as I walked towards you. Seeing you only inflamed my desires, it only made me feel pleasure.

“I don't care,” I said whispering, standing behind you and enjoying your beauty. Nothing else was needed for my body to start reacting, I knew it well.

“It's probably a failure, but hey, I want to try,” you murmured, joking and looking at me briefly with a smile. I couldn't, I didn't want to wait any longer.

My hand reached out to yours, pushing away that knife, that possibility of defending yourself. You didn't seem upset, or scared, much less when I brushed the hair from your neck and started kissing it, wrapping my hands around your waist.

“Wow... Someone is in a very good mood...” You murmured in a sensual voice, rubbing your body with my already noticeable erection, which made me moan with impatience.

I didn't respond. I just smiled while you couldn't see me, while you couldn't do anything but melt with my caresses.

“Okay, okay, Donna...” You sighed after a while of kissing and caressing my body, turning around to kiss me on the lips. “Come on, let's go to the bedroom.”

“No, here,” I said, grabbing your wrist, making you almost trip. You looked at me strangely, but that mischievous smile was still on your face.

“Well... It's okay,” you said, not very sure. “But let me go first to take a…”

“No,” I said abruptly, perhaps too sharply. You looked at me surprised and crossed your arms. I couldn't help but think of Angie's words.

It's humiliating, it's like you disgust her...

“No, you say?” You asked mockingly, putting your hands on your hips.

“I don't want you to make me put on that thing,” I protested, with a hiss that could have been terrifying.

“Well… I guess nothing will happen for doing once, right?” You said to my surprise. I was ready to force you. Hurting you, forcing you, is the last thing I wanted, tesoro...

I nodded, returning to your mouth, kissing you passionately. I didn't want to run, but my body forced me, I was eager to enter you, and so was I.

“Donna, calm down, there's no rush,” you laughed when my arms lifted you up, sitting on the counter, not wanting to move away from your mouth, from your addictive kisses. “You are definitely in a very good mood…”

“(Y/N), I want you... I need you... I need to make you mine...” I whispered in your ear, playing with my dress. My shaft pressed against my clothes, it wanted to come out, and I allowed it, at the same time you looked at me with bright eyes. You wanted it, right? Yes, yes, you wanted it.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, come here...” You whispered, pulling my clothes, making my body crash against yours.

I still can't explain the pleasure I felt when my erection rubbed your wet entrance. That stupid rubber thing would never get in my way again. I didn't think too much about it, you were fine, ready for me. Your body always so calm, adapting to me so slowly. That touch, making my way through your walls, stretching them, noticing how I slid, how you moaned with pleasure when I did it, still clouded my senses.

The goal was still in my mind, but nothing stopped me from enjoying it properly, as I always did when I made love to you.

“Gods, Donna... You're perfect...” You moaned, holding on to my body so as not to lose stability. I smiled, responding to your compliment with a kiss, intensifying my thrusts, moaning with pleasure as I felt your body hugging mine.

“I love you (Y/N),” I said quietly, continuing to move my hips against yours, separating your legs so I could enjoy the view in front of me even more. You laughed, controlling your release so it wouldn't be so soon. How cute, I wasn't going to control myself at all.

“Me too,” you said, moaning more and more, until you hugged me in an unimaginable way, squeezing my erection inside your body. It was the first time I felt it that much. My addiction to you only got worse. “Ugh,” you laughed, relaxing your body. “Donna... On second thought... Do it outside, okay?”

Stupid nutcase, cum now or you'll lose her...

The voices returned with your unpleasant request, they tormented me again, but they failed to distract me.

“No,” I gasped, thrusting into you harder. You opened your eyes, scared.

“Donna... Please...”

“No!” I screamed, holding your hips, digging my nails into your skin so you wouldn't dare to separate from me. Finally I released myself, feeling how the heat that came out of my body settled on yours, possessing you. You were mine, even more mine. My seed was inside you, you couldn't leave, not anymore.

“What's wrong with you? Haven't you heard me?” You asked. Not with resentment, you didn't seem upset, rather, disappointed. “Donna, why did you do it?”

I came out of you overwhelmed by pleasure, with my legs trembling with excitement. I didn't say anything to you. I just looked at you with a cold face, while I put my clothes back. You shook your head, in disbelief at what had happened.

“You're mine. Try not to forget it,” I whispered before disappearing from the kitchen. I had enjoyed it, yes, it was likely that my plan would work, but different voices appeared in my head, some pleading, sad, disappointed voices.

What have you done, Donna? How could you do something like that? You've let (Y/N) down… She loved you, Donna, you've let her down.

Regretting my mistake, for thinking that something like that would work, I isolated myself again in my workshop. You stopped coming to see me. You didn't speak to me for days. You were angry, upset, but you were still here.

She’s going to leave at any moment...

My anxiety, my madness got worse. I smashed dolls, kicked chairs, went crazy, deranged. My soul cried out for forgiveness, I needed your forgiveness. I wouldn't do it again, I promise. After almost two months of ignorance on your part, of cold looks and false smiles, accompanied by kisses that no longer said the same thing as before, I decided to leave my pride, beg for you not to leave, for you to forgive me.

One night, I left the workshop with that idea, the idea of humiliating myself in front you. The voices were not right. The voices were to blame for making the idea of abandoning me more present in my head.

A light in the hallway caught my attention, along with a sob coming from the bathroom. It could only be you.

“Black gods… No… What am I going to do now? If I tell her... I... Oh, Gods, how would she react?” That's all I could hear before opening the door and discovering a horrible scene.

You were kneeling, crying, you had something in your hand, but I didn't notice. I could only see your tears spoiling your beauty, tears that I had caused.

“Why are you crying?” I asked crouching down next to you. You looked at me scared, hiding that strange object so I wouldn't see it.

Her passport to her freedom, you were always stupid, Donna...

“No, it's nothing,” you said, wiping your tears and putting the object in a pocket, out of my reach.

“Nothing? It doesn't seem like nothing,” I said, studying your crying. I was sure it was something bad, sure. “You've been sick for a while, (Y/N)...”

“Yes, well, I guess it's the weather,” you said, brushing it off, flashing one of those horrible, fake smiles.

At least I could do what I had gone to do. Maybe then you would stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry.

“Forgive me, (Y/N)” I whispered, reaching out my hand towards yours. You didn't move, you accepted my affection. That was a good sign. “I was so stupid…”

“What? Oh, no, no, Donna. That happened a long time ago. I've already forgotten,” you said, bringing your hand to my cheek. You were shaking.

“So, what's wrong?” I asked, nervous. I knew you were lying, I knew it. “I hate seeing you sad.”

You only sobbed harder, throwing yourself into my arms in a strange, desperate hug.

“Just, just hold me, okay? Please...” You asked with a voice that was brittle and distorted by crying. I obeyed, I didn't care about humiliating myself. You were mine and the responsibility was mine. “I love you. You know that, right?”

I nodded, letting myself be carried away by the heat of your embrace, by the horrible humidity of your tears on my skin.

That act of consolation, which went no further, was the last intimate contact I had with you. The more time passed, the more distant you became. You didn't come close to me, you didn't kiss me. You didn't hug me at night. What I thought was fixed only got messed up even more.

“It's good?” I asked, one night while we were having dinner. At least you were still talking to me, for now.

She’s going to leave, Donna…

You nodded with a genuine smile, which made me calm down.

“You know you it is,” you said amused, finishing your plate. “I'm sorry you had to cook.”

“I'm happy to do it, (Y/N)” I responded with a whisper.

“You're lovely when you want, huh?”

I smiled at the compliment and, wanting to be nice, I poured some wine into your glass, to which you denied while wiping yourself with a napkin.

“Mm, no, no thanks,” you said hastily, making me look at you confused. You always liked to drink some wine at night. You haven't done it in a while, and that bothered me.

I'm sure she thinks you poisoned her, anyway, how can she not think so? You're a dangerous psycho, Donna, you scared her, now she's scared of you...

“Why not? You liked wine,” I said, surprised, leaving the bottle aside, questioning you with my gaze.

“Yes, I like it but... I don't feel very well,” you said in a false tone, pretending to be dizzy, like you had in the last three months.

“Come on, drink, it will be good to you,” I insisted, wanting to silence those horrible voices that told you were afraid of me, were you afraid of me?

“No, really, I don't want wine,” you whispered in a more serious tone, with bright eyes.

“Drink,” I ordered, with anger again in my words. It was a test of trust, just that, (Y/N), why was it so difficult for you?

“I said I don’t want wine,” your voice darkened and your attitude scared me. I didn't want to lose you, don't you understand?

“Drink once and for all. I have this wine for you, and only for you, what does it cost you to value it?” I repeated, making you stand up with a grunt and with a surprising gesture, spill the glass on my head.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't. The wine ran down my face, staining my dress and leaving my dignity at its lowest level. I should have been able to defend myself, to demand explanations from you, but I wasn't.

She should die for that...

“There's your fucking wine, Donna,” You hissed angrily, putting the glass back on the table with a dull thud. “I'm going to bed.”

Before you disappeared from my sight, I reacted, getting up and running after you, grabbing your arm, squeezing it tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Hey? Do you think you can humiliate me and get away with it?” I hissed, shaking you hard.

“Let me go of, Donna, you're hurting me,” you complained, hissing in pain. I freed you a bit. I didn't want to hurt you, I never did, (Y/N).

“You're the one who's hurting me, (Y/N)...” I growled, determined to clear up my fears, to free myself from the demons. Maybe then, they would disappear. “You've been ignoring me for months, attacking me with false smiles... You don't come close to me... You barely talk to me, you avoid me... You don't let me make love to you, you don't even let me see you naked, and you expect me to let you go? No, I'm not going to let you go... You are mine...”

“Shut up,” you protested, slipping away from my arm. “You don't understand anything, Donna… And it's better to keep it that way.”

“Better for who, for you?” I asked ironically. “Come on, be brave and say it, say that you don't love me, that you're going to leave...”

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked, pretending not to know anything, as always.

“You know perfectly well what I'm talking about,” I hissed threateningly, pinning you against a wall. That time you were really scared, I could tell, you covered your body with your hands. “You think I don't know what that means, right? You pretend to be sick so you can be alone, and then you can think about how you are going to escape, right?”

You laughed ironically. That pissed me off, (Y/N), a lot.

“So you think? Wow, I thought you trusted me…” You mocked, pushing me away. It wouldn't be that easy for you. “You know what? I'm starting to think that maybe I should go.”

“You can’t leave!” I screamed furiously, chasing you again, only managing to pull the fabric of your dress, inevitably tearing it.

“Wait, no,” you said, desperately trying to cover yourself. “Gods…”

The house fell silent as I played with the fabric in my hands. It was useless for you to hide, I was watching you. Your body looked the same, but it wasn't. Your belly wasn't that bulging, I know. You weren't like that, you had changed, and there was a good reason for it.

“I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to find out this way,” you sobbed, kneeling on the floor and caressing your belly with your hands, that belly that contained... My child, our child.

“(Y/N), I... Are you...?” I asked, stunned, surprised and with so many emotions that I was unable to process them all.

“Yes, Donna, I'm three months pregnant,” you acknowledged in a broken, agonized tone. You were really sad, I hated seeing you sad.

I bent down to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say. All that time of scorn and lies had a meaning, a wonderful one.

What if it's not yours?

The voice reached my head, but quickly disappeared. The joy was much stronger than my demons.

“It is,” I said to myself, which made you look at me confused. But there was something, something that I did want you to answer me. “Why haven't you told me?”

You got up with my help. Your horrible sobs still bounced off the walls, but your breathing was calmer.

“I don't know Donna, I... I was really afraid that... Lately you were so... weird that... I didn't know how you were going to react... I was afraid.”

“You were afraid of me,” I stated, hugging you while you nodded, your body still shaking.

“Yes, I... No, I don't know Donna... lately you were so gloomy, so dark...” You stammered into my shoulder, filling yourself with that aroma of wine that stained my clothes.

“I haven't been honest with you, (Y/N)” I said, pulling you, wiping away your tears. “This is my fault, I... I thought you would leave, that you would leave me, that you would abandon me... I, the... The voices in my head kept tormenting me and I thought that if... If we had a child...”

You looked at me and nodded. There was no fear, or anger in your eyes, that baffled me.

“It doesn't matter what it was like,” you said, putting a finger on my lips to shut me up. “Just, just tell me that you want it, Donna, that you love this baby as much as you love me…”

I smiled strangely, not really knowing how to interpret that reaction. I forced the voices to speak to me, but they didn't. The hand you placed on your belly made any fear disappear.

“I would never abandon you, Donna... You are the love of my life,” you whispered, letting me caress your swollen belly, letting the positive emotions overcome the negative ones. My baby, our baby. It was a dream.

“Could you forgive me?” I whispered, getting closer, resting my forehead against yours, closing my eye to feel more, to feel our child, your skin next to mine, to feel that I could have a family again.

“Only if you promise me one thing,” you said, moving away, letting me look at you. I nodded, nervous, free of those horrible voices. “Promise me you will never listen to those voices again… Promise you will take care of me, of the the baby… Please, promise me you will take care of us… And yourself…”

“Of course,” I said enthusiastically, truly smiling for the first time in months. I only felt love, happiness, the desire to be a family, a real one. “I will always take care of you, I promise... I love you... I love you so much...” I said, hugging you, kissing you messily, giving an apotheotic end to that horrible time, to those doubts, to those voices... It's over.

She will always be with you, you will be a family, you will be happy...

“Me too, Donna,” you told me, moving away from my kisses while you laughed, “But... Promise me something else.”

I nodded again, unable to hold back the tears.

“For the Black Gods’ sake, take a shower, you stink of wine...”

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Moustache || Ted Nivison || Pt1

In which a streamer gets embarrassed after fan girling over Ted with a mustache.

a/n: my first time writing a Ted fic because, quite honestly, moustache Ted has been on my mind the entire morning. Also, I'm using both spellings because I can't figure out which one I like better.

As always story under cut!!

ChiliAloe: If you could date any YouTuber, who would it be?

I see the message in chat and read it aloud. My sister and I were doing a get to know us stream as we did every second month for our YouTube channel.

"That's a good question." My sister ponders for a second. "Personally, if I could choose anyone, it would probably be markiplier. But I've met his girlfriend, Amy, and she's the sweetest person on earth, so I'd never actually go for him." My sister says before asking me the question.

I think for a second, "while I'll be honest, I actually went down a bit of a rabbit hole recently after watching a Youtubers almost two hour long video on the Barbie movies." I laugh. "So because of that, I'd have to say Ted Nivison, under one condition"

My sister rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what I'm going to say. "His mustache?"

"His Moustache! That man is good-looking as is, but lord- him with a mustache?" I put my hand over my face, trying to hide my blush. "A man with a Moustache has always been a weakness of mine. And hey, what can I say? He pulls it off extremely well" I shrug.

My sister shakes her head. "Don't let her fool you. Last week, she literally cried over the fact that he keeps shaving and doesn't let the Mustache grow"

"In my defense, I was ovulating," I joke, and she starts laughing at me.

I look at the chat for a second before my entire life flashes before my eyes.

TedNivison: Starting to think I should regrow the mustache.

I start hitting my sister's arm, trying to grab her attention. "Okay, okay, geez, what are you-" her jaw drops, seeing the message before laughing. At the same time, everyone in chat started spamming

HI TED!

I cover my face in my hands, embarrassed. "Ted, I am so sorry, I never would have thought you'd be watching us. I-I don't regret what I said. You are good looking just- gah." I give up rambling just continuing to hide my face. "I'm sorry," I say, looking at myself on the monitor red as a tomato.

"Let's just move on before you make even more of a fool of yourself," my sister says, and I nod "please"

Half an hour later, we end stream, and my sister offers to make hot chocolate for us. I say thanks as she walks out of our home office. I pick up my phone scrolling through my notifications. One catches my eye.

tednivison has followed you back

Followed by another one;

tednivison and 135 others have requested to message you.

My heart skips a beat, and I internally cringe into myself.

I open his message and am greeted by a goofy photo of him staring right at the screen. A small strand of hair fallen across his face.

I heard you have a thing for guys with mustaches?

a/n: Like I said, first time writing a Ted fic, and I'm quite happy with it!

Have a lovely day further everyone💗

#ted nivison #chuckle sandwich #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison one shot

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I belong to you

Summary: After Aubrey had dealt with her past and finally freed herself from her abusive father, Carlisle made sure to spoil her rotten, buying her a whole island in her name. A new beginning for the couple celebrated with inaugurating their new bed...

This is a part of a story I write on Wattpad (its also finished), as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3457

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk (a lot of it), rough, Dom Carlisle, sub reader, Minors DNI! this contains adult content!

He walked us through the house, but I was way to occupied with him and my feelings than to look thoroughly. There would be time a different day. When he stopped walking, he slowly set me down on the floor. I let go of him, watching his face through my tearstained lashes, a smile spreading over my lips. “Not to sound like I am not appreciating your gift, but why?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the crying. Carlisle shrugged his shoulders: “I wanted to make you happy.”

“You don’t need to throw away that much money, to make me happy.” I scolded him. “This is way too much. I cant take that gift. Its… how am I ever supposed to make it up to you?”

“Its not enough.” Carlisle held his ground. “You are here with me. Spending your time with me. You even considered giving up your mortality to stay with me. That’s more than I could have ever dreamed to have, more than I am even entitled to asked for. And still, I have it. This is nothing compared to the things you already gave me.”

“Its expensive! And I want to stay with you, because I love you, not because of your money. How are you even able to afford all of this? I mean, I know you are rich, but that’s clearly another level of rich.” I tried to argue, searching for reasons to talk some sense into him. But my statement seemed to do nothing more than make him laugh: “And I am very grateful that you choose me because of who I am and not what I am.” He said giving my forehead a kiss. “This is not expensive at all. Do you even know how rich I am? I have been working as a doctor for over 200 years. In the beginning I worked in two hospitals one dayshift one nightshift. There is a lot of money that starts to collect itself. More than I could ever spend. And after Alice joined us, trading on the stock market became another source of income. So please let me spoil you. It’s the least I can do.”

I just huffed, trying to retort something, but he just put a finger on my lips. “No arguing anymore. Remember what I told you on our first date?”

“That you are old school?” I asked, raising a brow in confusion.

“Exactly. And what did Bella suggest if the towns gossip would push you out of your work?” He kept on asking without giving me an explanation.

“To become your sugar babe? That was a joke, Carlisle. You cant just…” I was again interrupted. “I can and I will. I am going to be your very old school, very rich and good looking sugar daddy.” With that he simply pressed his lips against mine, ridding me of every chance of arguing back.

“God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his masculine scent of books and smoke.

Carlisle immediately picked me up again and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful golden eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, his strong reaction towards my lust making me cocky, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

He dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Cold breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low growl against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Carlisle collar, saying: “Please, daddy.”

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all cold and icy, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly, little girl.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Carlisle grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his cold breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. He was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace that was set on the light stone wall across the bed. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, kitty.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he was very careful of the others hearing our interactions. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, able to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me already, love.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Daddy…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty golden hues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 400 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being abused by another man. Forcing me to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Carlisle…”

“Please what, little kitty?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Fuck!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “For Gods sake, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.” I couldn’t help myself but mewl at his words. The way he praised me in his old-fashioned way of speaking turning my bones to water.

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Daddy!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” But the way he looked at me with those dark eyes and predatory look, made me feel brave and…sexy. Carlisle let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "I love it when you are all desperate and riled up for me." He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"Do you know what that dress did to me all day?" He asked, his voice a tad gentler. "I should have fucked you when you came down the stairs." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have had you walk back down. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Carlisle…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me. And I will have it whenever I want it."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, his cock taking their place. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, without preparing me with his fingers thoroughly, but I relished in it. Relished in the way his balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripping his biceps, as my nails failed to dig into his skin. Carlisles thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy. Forever." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it was more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Daddy…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“Carlisle, please…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back, to press myself against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly. “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge just by looking at me.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty little girl, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Carlisle!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?” He growled. A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?” He repeated.

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into golden hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Carlisles fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the icy heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse from him, as fresh marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my love.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It was all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtook my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by everyone in this house.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Carlisle being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, little one.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface. But when he let go of me, I cried out for him. Immediately his cold hands were back on my body. “Shh, my love. Its alright. Sleep now. I am here.” Closing my eyes, I registered him climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, his arms holding me securely in a cold embrace.

#fem reader #smut #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen smut #carlisle cullen #twilight

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