#most stunning woman i’ve ever laid eyes on

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Day 25: Body Worship

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to prove to you how beautiful you are on the anniversary of the first time you met.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, sensual and romantic, oral (fem receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, hints at reader being insecure about her body, mentions a pocket of fat on her inside thigh

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: a special fic on a special day for me ❤️ dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Your hand grasps Bucky’s bulging bicep as he leads you back into your hotel room after having kept you occupied sightseeing throughout the day.

You thought it was suspicious how interested he had been exploring the old city, when you could instead be exploring each other as he usually prefers, but when you see the scene in front of you as you return to your presidential suite, it all suddenly makes sense.

Candles flicker in the middle of a formally set table, luscious red rose petals scatter the white tablecloth and floor, and where the extravagant leather couch had been this morning, now an elaborate blanket fort has been constructed. Soft violin music plays in the background as Bucky leads you around the room, allowing you time to take in everything which has been set up specially for you.

“Do you remember what today is?” He asks in what you assume is in response to a dumbfounded expression on your face.

You wrack your brain for what on earth you’ve forgotten - a birthday, anniversary, special occasion? But you come up completely blank. Slowly shaking your head, the tips of your cheeks heat up, embarrassed that Bucky has organised such a romantic night for something you’ve completely forgotten.

“Three years ago today was the first time I laid eyes on you, the first time we met.” He informs without an ounce of judgement to be perceived in his tone.

It’s hard to believe it was only three years ago you met the man you now refer to as your soulmate, it feels like you’ve known this generous and passionate person an entire lifetime.

Bucky holds out his hand, which you take without question, and pulls you into his broad chest, swaying in time to the orchestral music. You rest your head on his strong pec, feeling his heart beating just for you as his soft lips kiss your hairline.

“Never in my life have I ever wanted anyone more than I wanted you.” His voice sounds shaky, almost as if he’s choked up and trying to get the words out without sounding affected.

You look up at him through your lashes to find your devoted husband with tears in his eyes, gazing at you like his entire world is resting in the palm of his hand.

“My life has not been the same since I met you. I can’t fathom an existence without you; everything is brighter, bolder, more colourful when you're next to me. This night three years ago, I remember going home to an empty bed and thought it was strange how much my mouth was hurting. It was such a weird sensation. Then I realised, it only hurt because I’d been smiling from ear to ear the whole time I was with you.”

“You never told me that.” Tears are now welling in your own eyes, but you fight them back so that you can memorise the smile curving on Bucky’s features and the twinkle in his eye that you’ve only ever noticed when he’s looking at you.

“I knew that night you were someone I wanted in my life, in whatever way you would have me. It was like I could see my entire future laid out in front of me, all encompassed in one strong, stunning woman, with the most gorgeous, sparkling eyes I’ve ever seen and a brilliant smile that makes my heart leap out of my chest every single damn time. And here I am the luckiest man in the entire world that you chose me to be the one you trusted with your heart.”

He takes your hand while still swaying to the inflections of the string instrument, and presses the palm of your hand against his chest. His heartbeat is quicker than the pace you’re used to feeling while he’s resting, but the notion that his thoughts of you are the reason his body is reacting in such a way makes your own heart leap out of your chest.

“I would never give it to anyone else, my love.”

“Te iubesc pentru totdeauna [I love you forever]. I still can’t believe you’re all mine.” His smile is as bright and warm as the setting sun, and right now you’re Icarus flying fatally close.

But James Barnes is worth falling out of the sky for.

The words tasting sweet and sincere on his pillow soft lips when you kiss him. His mouth moves slowly, yet purposefully against yours, trying to convey his love for you in action, rather than just words. His hands cup your jaw, coaxing you to open up to him, his tongue dancing with yours in a display of his yearning need.

“I wanna give you the whole world.”

“You already have. You are my whole world.” This time it’s him who kisses you, with much more ardour and intensity, sweeping his tongue in your mouth. His hands slide down the length of your back and pull you flush with him, a moan escaping his lips as your hands tangle in his hair. He hasn’t had it cut since before the wedding, and the additional length allows you to tug on the ends nicely. “Let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert, shall we?”

“You’re the only thing I’m craving tonight.” The hunger in his eyes certainly indicates he could devour you like a five course meal if he were so inclined, so who are you to stop him?

His large hands on your hips slowly turn you around so your ass is pressed against his front. They trace the curves of your figure gradually, taking his time, paying attention to every swell and dip of your shape which he has helped you learn to love.

Bucky zips down your dress, the material coming loose over your shoulders, and with a little shimmy, you’re almost naked before him.

“God, you’re so gorgeous. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

Boys you dated in the past were only interested in one thing: seeing you naked. Though Bucky loves you bare and writhing for him, he first and foremost loves who you are; loves your soul. Being able to strip you off your clothes has always been a privilege to him, not a right.

His lips press gentle, feather light kisses along your shoulder as he rids you of your underwear, and all of a sudden you feel very exposed standing in the middle of the room, even though Bucky’s seen you naked a thousand times.

As soon as he turns you around again to face him, eyes brimming with nothing other than pure adoration and devotion, that nagging feeling of being on display evaporates. He loves you, has vowed to spend the rest of his life worshipping you, there is not a single inch of your body that Bucky Barnes does not love.

“Lay back for me baby.” Bucky requests, his powerful hands assisting you as you fall back into the blanket fort. “I got you.” He promises, ensuring you don’t collapse in a way that will result in you being hurt. The care in his touch, how gentle this burly, tattooed man is, as if he is handling a precious artefact he cannot afford to damage.

Though Bucky looks ready to take you right then and there, he starts out slowly, trailing kisses down your neck, covering your chest and breasts, tongue swirling around your nipples and sucking on both of them until they form stiff peaks, all the while whispering sweet praises against your hot skin.

“My beautiful wife. So fucking gorgeous. My Queen. These perfect tits. God, these hips, these fucking hips. And your thighs, they drive me insane. Just wanna be buried between them. Wanna give you everything, all of me. Gonna make love to you, darling. Make you feel so good.” His breath is hot against your skin, words of devotion whispered just for your ears as he places sweet kisses on the inside of your thighs, staring at your knee, and making his was towards your core, paying particular attention to the pocket of fat you’d forever disliked about your legs, but Bucky has always adored.

A moan escapes your mouth and your eyes roll back as Bucky’s strong arms hold your thighs apart and his lips close around your clit. It’s almost unexpected, with how he had been taking his time treasuring all other parts of you, but you feel a flood of wetness gush out of you at the intimate contact.

There’s a sense of power having a man as important as James Barnes lying between your legs, treating you like a queen, obsessed with bringing you to orgasm. But when Bucky looks up at you through his lashes as he suckles on your clit, you feel nothing but a rush of palpable love.

His tongue is experienced in those little lapping movements that have you throwing your head back, his strong hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you completely open for him. Bucky’s hips rut into the pillows and blankets below him as you grind your hips on his face.

You can’t even control the obscene sounds falling from your lips as Bucky continues to abuse your pussy, your hands flying to his hair as he leads you closer and closer to the edge of the ultimate high.

“You look so beautiful when you cum - show me.” The lower half of Bucky’s face glistens with your juices before he dives back into your folds, as hungry as ever.

You oblige, as you do every time your dangerously gorgeous husband requests this from you, it’s like his words themselves compel you to satisfy his order. Your back arches off the pillows, your whole body trembling as a devastating pleasure rips through you, it feels like burning sunshine radiates in your veins, surging with every pulse.

Bucky’s lips don’t let up their suction until your thighs stop shaking, only to switch his attention to your stomach, showering every inch of your soft skin with kisses as his hands knead your breasts.

You feel cold and empty for a moment as Bucky focuses on stripping off his clothes, but as soon as he looks back at you, completely bare and ready to finish what he started, warmth blooms in your chest.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, darling.” Bucky sits on his heels, thick cock in hand as he rubs his leaking tip through your soaking folds, humming at the sensation. A whine falls from your lips, desperate for him to fill you up, for you to feel so utterly full and satiated by him that you’re almost on the brink of insanity.

“Need to feel you Buck, please, I need you so fucking bad.”

He mumbles something in Romanian you don’t understand in response as he pushes his swollen tip inside you. You let out simultaneous groans as he slowly fills you up. As he bottoms out, he rests his forehead against yours. You finally feel complete with him buried to the hilt.

“Fuuuccckkk… a lifetime of that feeling will never be enough.”

You moan against his mouth as his hands intertwine with yours, pinning them above your head as his eyes brim with pure love. He starts off slowly, almost agonisingly so, pulling all the way out of you before thrusting himself inside to where it feels like he’s in your stomach, watching your face intently to your reactions as his cock kisses your cervix.

His bare chest presses to yours, caging you in, hearts thundering against each other as you move together to a relentless rhythm, an intoxicating tide of intimacy and pleasure. His gaze and touch are full of love, a contrast to the harshness of the underworld he was carved out of, but you know it’s you who makes him tender.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well aren’t you?” Your nails rake down his back as you feel your walls clench down on his member. The rhythm of his cock stroking your velvety walls doesn't let up as his lips attach to your neck, sucking your skin in a way that makes you see stars.

He understands your wants and needs better than anyone else, learning the formula for your gratification in a way that none of your previous partners ever tried to.

“Oh God, you’re so deep, Buck. Feels so good.” His hips roll into yours fluidly, hips circling and rubbing against your g-spot so effortlessly with every thrust. The pressure in your lower belly threatens to engulf you, drown you in a sea of pleasure, but it’s a demise you’ll embrace when Bucky’s making you feel like you’re floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

Your orgasm approaches fast, the look of complete desperation in Bucky’s eyes only bringing you closer to the edge. All it takes is Bucky whispering a phrase in his native language and another deep thrust for you to come apart on his cock.

You can barely breathe with the ferocity of your high, it feels like an entire waterfall of pleasure washing over you at once, overwhelming, brutal, but oh so good.

“I’m gonna cum so hard for you baby.” Bucky moans as your walls flutter around him. He looks the picture of utter sexiness, jaw hanging open, strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and that contrasting warm fondness in his blown out pupils.

Your chest squeezes when it’s your name that his lips enunciate as he spills his large load inside you.

You’re the one making him feel this good. You’re the only person who he will ever share this intimate side of himself with again. The only one who gets to see his face as he comes undone, steel blue eyes boring into yours as if he wants to remember each and every detail of your face as you cum together.

Bucky collapses next to you, arm slung around your waist as you both catch your breath. You smile at him and he beams right back as you sweep a strand of hair from his eyes.

“God, I’m so in love with you. Can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.” There’s a moment where he simply looks at you, as if trying to convince himself you laid beside him is in fact his reality, before he kisses the tip of your nose.

“You don’t have to imagine, Buck, I’m all yours, for the rest of forever.” You snake your arms around his torso and pull yourself flush against his broad chest, feeling him place a kiss to your hairline. “I love you.”

Bucky pulls a blanket over your intertwined bodies as you close your eyes, feeling completely content falling asleep beside the love of your life in a blanket fort.

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Silent treatment. (Yandere!Queen x GN!Reader)

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Synopsis: Your wife won't listen to you, so you take matters into your own hands and fail miserably.

Queen Nia x reader

Word count: 545

Warnings: Stockhold syndrome, no boundaries, not listening?, cute overall.

“Your majesty, ple-” A sharp gasp came out of the woman in front of you, her hand on her chest and a horrified look on her face. “Majesty?!? Are we not married?! My heart, ah!! Maid! Get me a doctor!” Nia goes on with her dramatics once again. And you were exhausted, you could barely have a serious conversation with her, a few months into your marriage with the Queen of Xelera and you couldn’t do it anymore.

So far, you’ve accepted your fate. There is no point in escaping, she is the queen she will go to extreme lengths to get you back! So when you finally resigned to your fate and tried to have some serious discussions with Nia about boundaries and the terms of your marriage she would always find a way to change the topic, or brush your concerns off.

By now you’ve decided that the only way Nia would ever listen to you is by not talking to her. You’ve made up your mind! For however long it will take you, you refused to speak to her, to even utter a single meep, you even started to pretend like you were too busy to spend time with her at times. And it ruined Nia, she would beg and beg for even a tiny hum! Usually you would contribute to whatever thought she would blurt out but even when she mentioned your favorite topic you would not budge!

That led to today, where you and your wife sat at one of the vast gardens in Khas.  picnic blanket under you and pastries and tea in front of you. You sat straight, criss-cross applesauce style. While Nia was lying flat on her stomach, her head held by her hands. “Why are you ignoring meee?” Nia whined, looking up at her stunning lover, wondering what she’s done wrong. Nia tried her best to provide you with the most expensive of jewelry, clothing, supplies for your hobbies, and refused to do any work until you speak to her. Not like that changed anything because she’d only sign less than 5 documents in a good month.

Strange sight to see the Queen pleading and begging her spouse to speak with her. “Please… I’m sorry… Please talk to me, tell me what I did, I want to apologize, please, please, please-” And she goes on and on. Over the weeks of your silence you’ve gotten used to it, but even if you hated to admit it you missed yapping away with her. So you turned to her, your eyes locked, and she bounced up, sitting straight, Nia grabbed your hands. “Yes!! Say something! PLEASE!”

You inhaled, closing your eyes, you finally decided to say something. “I wa-” Only for- “Oh my goodness, thank heavens you spoke! I’ve missed your voice so much! Okay now did you know what Lady Aria said to me the other day? And you better respond to me!” There really was no way to win. You just had to deal with her nonsense and slowly lead her to understand your boundaries physically somehow.

Sigh. “Yes, dear, what did she say?” Nia squealed and laid her head on your lap, forcing you to massage her scalp as she went on with her stories.

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 3

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 2, 593 (This one is a bit shorter because the next chapter has ALL. THE. SMUT. Prepare yourself in advance loves!)

Warnings: Fluffy Sy, Sexual innuendos, Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 2

I lay back in bed with my arm behind my head and start thinking about Emma even though I know I shouldn’t because I won't be able to stop. I think of how beautiful she was standing on my doorstep, the way she cocked her hip at me with her arms crossed when I got on to her for trying to do dishes, the way her nose scrunches when she laughs. I smile to myself when I think about the weight of her tiny body across my lap and the way her nails scratched the stubble on the back of my head and neck when she was kissing me. Her perfume was not overbearing and overly potent like so many women I know. Just a soft, sensual scent that enveloped me when she was pressed against me. I think about how soft and swollen her lips felt before she left and the little gold chain necklace that rested against her cleavage and sigh. I lay there continuing to think about her as my eyes close and I drift off in a deep dreamless sleep.

I wake up the next morning stunned that I slept all night. Even though I was on a decent streak without nightmares lately, I usually never slept so soundlessly. I am once again still thinking about Emma and our upcoming date. Maybe this could be more than just physical. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great if we get to that point but I wonder if I’ll ever stop craving something more. A connection so deep that it spans a lifetime. I’ve always admired the pure love and admiration that my grandparents have for each other but lost hope a while ago that it may be something I could have. My military career made it impossible to settle down and although I thought I loved women before it just didn’t seem to be the same type of love that Nana and PawPaw have. It’s like they are each a half of the same person. The way they complete each other to make up this seemingly perfect couple who loves each other despite any flaws. It’s an all-encompassing type of adoration. I settled on the fact that their type of love is the exception. The one in a million lottery that most people never experience. Over the years I began to subconsciously accept the fact that I’ll never have that. I’ve become content being alone simply because it’s a way to protect myself from betrayal and heartbreak. I was fine with this lifestyle until I laid my eyes on Emma Miller. I’ve never felt so immediately smitten by a woman before. Talking to her felt comforting, her smile made my heart race, and I loved that she playfully bantered with me. Could it be that maybe my poor luck in the love department is over now because she’s the right person? My soulmate perhaps? Am I just fooling myself because I could see myself actually marrying a woman like her and worshipping her every day without being able to get enough of her? The thought of her with two or three little kids that look like a combination of us causes my thoughts to blur and my chest to expand with butterflies. Maybe this could work for once. It's too soon to tell. My nightmares aren’t happening as often and I feel like my PTSD isn’t as crippling as it once was. I don’t want her to have to deal with my problems though. She would be terrified if she saw me in an active PTSD episode. It’s been six months since I’ve had one but there's no guarantee I won't have another. Maybe I’m done with them or my brain is tricking me into this false pretense that I'm cured so that I get complacent. I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. I need to temper my hopes and expectations in order to protect myself from the inevitable let down. Hell, she may not even be as interested in me that way. Emma may not want anything to with something long term. I know she certainly must have her own qualms after being treated the way she has by men in the past. She’s had more than enough trauma to not have to witness mine.

After showering, getting ready for work, and eating some breakfast, I kiss Aika on the head and load up Mills for another day at work. I’m heading back to the same house to assist with the siding repair. There was more rot on that fireplace than we anticipated so it’s going to take a bit longer to repair. I call Nana and listen to her start carrying on about picking muscadines so she can make and can her some muscadine jelly. Pawpaw loves it so much he planted some muscadine trees on the back of the farm when I was about fourteen and she makes his jelly every year.

“D’ya hear that they got a new vet in town at Aika’s vet office?” I ask her.

“Oh, I sure did! Cute little blonde woman I think. Seems nice but I haven’t gotten a chance to speak to her yet. I know that Martha Foster invited her to church but she hasn’t come to a service. I can’t say I blame her, I don’t think I’d want to spend time with Martha and her nasty potato salad either.”

“Damn, Nana. Don’t hold back.”

“Well, I love the Lord, honey, but I only have so much patience for Martha and her know it all attitude.”

“I can’t disagree with you there, Nana. So yeah, the new vet, Emma, is very nice. I met her when I took the puppy I’m keeping over there after I found him. Did you see the picture I sent you of the little feller?”

“Your pawpaw showed me. He’s a cutie. What did you name him?”

Here we go. “Mills.”

“Mills? Like Milton? Where’d you think up a name like that?”

“Um, it’s short for Miller. Like Miller Lite Beer.” I think I just saved myself with that little white lie.

“You seriously didn’t name that poor thing after beer, Austin. What am I going to do with you? Bring him with you this weekend when you come to lunch on Sunday so I can spoil him. Your pawpaw won’t let me have any more animals. He said the barn cats, cows, chickens, and pigs keep us busy enough but I disagree. Do you know if that cute new veterinarian is single?”

“She is.” I quietly reply.

“Oh, you should ask her on a date. I keep telling you it’s time you start looking for a wife, Austin. If she turns you down, I can still get Susanne’s number for you. She may not have a job, but I’m sure she’ll find something soon.” Jesus Nana.

“No, I’m alright. I actually already asked Emma to dinner tonight. I’m only telling you because I know you have your ways of finding out sooner or later after gossiping with the ole bitties in town. Don’t you run off and start dreaming of a wedding and great grandkids now, ya hear? It’s just dinner.”

“Austin Syverson, you better not be calling me an ole’ bitty. I may be elderly but I can still smack you upside the head. You don't scare me."

"Yes ma'am." I reply with a chuckle because I know she means it. That ole' woman has smacked me upside the head so many times I can't count.

"I’m so glad you asked her to dinner. I want to meet her.”

“Like I said, I haven’t even taken her on a date yet.” Not exactly true but she doesn’t need to know that. “Let's not go and get ahead of ourselves and scare her off. Just do me a favor and wait a while before you ambush for information. Let me get to know her first please.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay out of it but please at least tell me how the date goes.”

“Deal. Now I gotta get on to work but I love ya. Tell PawPaw that I love him too.”

“We love you too, honey. Have a good day.”

The day drones on and finally I arrive at a small cottage style house on Beasley Avenue and pull up in the driveway. I’m sure my diesel truck rumbling announces my presence so I waste no time hopping out of the truck and making my way to the pale-blue door that has a summer wreath hung on it. There’s no doorbell so I knock loudly and within a few moments the door opens widely to reveal Emma in white shorts, and a yellow and white floral top that shows off just a sliver of her toned and tanned midriff. 

            “Hey Austin!” Emma says cheerfully while I’m still stunned over her appearance.

            “Sugar, you look good enough to eat.” I say with a smirk and wink.

            “Thank you, but you’re just saying that because you’re hungry.” She giggles as she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck for a sweet hug. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her forehead.

            “I don’t say things I don’t mean darlin’. Nice place.” I say as she pulls back from me.

            “Thanks! It’s small and I need to do update some things since it’s an older house but I liked how simple and classic it looks. It also helped that it was in my budget, move in ready, and only ten minutes from the clinic.” She tells me.

“It fits you. It’s very bright and welcoming.” I say and she grins widely. “I don’t know what needs to be updated but I’d be happy to take a look.”

“I may have to make an appointment and take you up on that at some point. I need to install a doorbell. the hot water heater is not great and the kitchen sink is a little fickle but it’s not a big deal.”

“No need for an appointment darlin’. I can take a look whenever you’d like me too at no charge.” 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” She deflects.

“I’m offering so you don’t need to ask. But, I can’t be responsible for you starving so let’s eat and I can look at it later.” She locks the front door and I lead her to my truck.

“I missed lunch today. Janet accidentally double booked me and so I got behind. Had to work through lunch just to catch back up.” She says as I help her into the passenger’s seat.

“You don’t need to be doing that darlin’. I’m sure everyone would have understood.”

“It was okay. Janet felt bad about it and I didn’t want to waste people’s time. Just made for a crazy day! I’m ready for some lasagna!” She giggles and I smile at her from the driver’s seat.

We get to Gia’s and I say hello to the hostess, Sofia, who is the owner’s daughter. She’s always blatantly flirted with me but I’ve never returned the sentiment. She’s too young; barely twenty-two and is clearly looking to immediately get married and have kids like so many other women here. She’s a nice girl but I wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea. I make a point to place my hand on Emma’s lower back and pull her chair for her to sit and she smiles gratefully at me. After we order, I see Giovanna the owner heading straight towards me. My mama and her were friends since I was a teenager and we have come to Gia’s throughout the years for meals. Giovanna and her husband, Matteo, opened this restaurant when I was about ten years old.

“Sy! Good to see you sweetie.” She says as she hugs me. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Hey Giovanna. Good to see you too. This is Emma Miller. She’s our new veterinarian over at Hope Animal Clinic.” I answer and Emma smiles and produces her hand to shake as I introduce her.

“Ah! I’ve heard wonderful things about you! I have an appointment next month for our cat, Luigi, to get his yearly shots.”

“Oh, what a sweet name. I’ll be looking forward to meeting the little guy!” She tells her and I chuckle.

“He’s not a little guy. He’s the biggest domestic house cat I’ve ever seen!” I tell her.

“Really?” Emma asks.

“He’s a big boy, but what can you expect? He sleeps all day and his parents own a restaurant that sometimes has left over fish that would go to waste.” She says waving her hands dramatically and we laugh.

“Well then I look forward to meeting your big boy.” Emma jokes.

“Are you settling in okay? I’m so glad you are here!” Gia says and Emma smiles brightly.

“I’ve settled in nicely! Everyone has been so welcoming. I have to say, you have the best food in town. This is my first time coming in but I’ve ordered take out several times. Your delivery drivers are probably sick of me.” She jests.  

“Oh, I’m so glad you enjoy it dear. Don’t you worry about Derek and Joe. They get free food and only have to drive orders around so they are living the good life. Well, I’ll let you get back to your evening but I just wanted to say hello. You come back in anytime sweetheart!” She calls and we thank her and wave goodbye.

“So, are you one of those people that everyone in town knows? I saw that cute little hostess just about drooling over you.”

“Nah, that’s Gia’s daughter. I do know almost everyone in town but that’s what happens being raised in a town like this. My grandparents are pretty well known by everyone so I am just by proxy I guess. I’ve essentially spent the majority of 17 years overseas in different parts of the world, but when I come back home it’s like I never left. Unfortunately, that means everyone also knows everyone else’s business. I hope you don’t mind but I’m sure it’ll get around that we were here tonight on a date.” She blushes.

“I don’t mind. As long as you’re okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t have brought ya if I wasn’t, Sugar. You deserve to be shown off and I’m proud to be the man who gets too.” I reach over to grab her hand and stroke my thumb over her knuckles before kissing them. She smiles from ear to ear.

            After dinner, we climb into my truck and I offer to take her for ice cream and she just pats her little belly.

“Normally, I would never turn down ice cream but I think I ate my weight in pasta. I’m completely stuffed.”

I stare out at the parking lot as I fight the urge to make a “that’s what she said joke” or an innuendo about how I could stuff her later and with once glance I can tell she caught my train of thought.

“You’re fighting making a dirty joke about stuffing me, aren’t you?” She giggles and I wink at her.

“I didn’t know you could hear my dirty thoughts.”

“I can’t, it was just so obvious. Your cheeks got red, you scrunched your nose while smiling and you broke eye contact with me.” Emma grins.

I shake my head and laugh lowly until Emma scoots over to me and whispers seductively, “Let's go home and maybe I'll let you stuff me full.”

Part 4

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[beah388love]

Insecurities

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’re insecure and Bucky reminds you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: insecurities,pregnancy,twins!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You sighed as you looked in the mirror and jumped a little when you saw Bucky appear behind you, his hands finding your bump. His face nuzzled in your neck pressing small kisses.

“What’re you still looking in the mirror for?” He mumbled and you pouted.

“I just feel…” you stopped and there was a minute of silence.

“I’m a whale! buck” you huffed as you looked down at your thighs and your huge bump.

“Hey! Don’t say that” Bucky said somewhat in a warning tone.

“I do! Why are you with me? Your like a model! You look like a Greek god! I’m just a flabby…huge..mess” you said holding your bump and looking in the mirror and he was stunned.

He couldn’t grasp how you genuinely believed the things you was saying.

He woke up every morning and felt like the luckiest man alive, because every morning he’d wake up to your face.

He was an even luckier man to be your husband and

He was an even luckier man to be the father of your soon to be born twin boys.

“How can you say that?” He said in disbelief and you looked at him confused.

“Sure you have a bigger stomach-“ you cut him off with a gasp.

“Wait! Let me finish! You’re also…pregnant with our twins…” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you nodded.

“You’re the most Beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m the luckiest man because you’re married to me.” He grinned as he picked you up and laid you on your bed.

“And you have the prettiest eyes…the cutest nose…and the softest hair…and don’t get me started on your smile” Bucky rambled to you and you smiled looking up at him.

“So, stop saying that! I love you so mu-“ you cut Bucky off with a kiss.

“I love you.” You smiled as you cuddled into him and he grinned ear to ear.

“I love you too” he smiled as you pulled his hand onto your bump.

“They’re kicking…” you giggled making him beam a smile.

[swmmi-kti]

Run!

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem Slayer Reader.

Part Two: here Part three: here

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Kyojuro seemed to have it all together. You somehow had survived final selection with him and on the off chance you saw him he always seemed to be three steps ahead. So it really was no surprise when you had learned of his status. Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira. It had a nice ring to it. 

Really you only got to see him ever so often but when you did it was a nice form of catchup. He was always eager to tell you about what he’s done and what new slayers he may have met. Even what new food he may have tried. 

Rarely ever did you guys stay longer than one meal always off to slay demons. But that didn't mean that there wasn’t something there. Something in your very being that you knew all too well.

Sometimes when you had bid Kyojuro goodbye you wondered to yourself did he perhaps feel that way too? Or was it something silly that you rather not whisper into the world. Maybe too scared that hushed winds would travel and let him know about your harboring feelings. 

However on the rarest occasion he had invited you to join him to a feast while he spoke of his most recent adventure. 

You had only ever only heard rumors about a boy who traveled with a demon and to know that the Hashira were okay with it well it eased your mind a bit. He spoke loudly, eating without a care in the world as he continued to tell you about Tanjiro. The Umai’s sprinkled here and there didn't startle you as it had done sometimes before. 

He turned to your hushed figure as he finally looked at you since the last time you spoke. Always as stunning, always breathtaking. 

Rengoku men are always known to love only one woman. 

“So Tell Me! Any New News You Would Like To Share With Me?” He spoke loudly now, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You looked at your bowl that was somehow full. You figured you just enjoyed Kyojuro’s time so much it made the hunger go away. So without thinking you handed the soup over before placing your finger on your chin as you began to think. 

“Well there’s not much going on with me if ill be honest Kyojuro-San” you said nodding a no as Kyojuro tried pushing your meal back towards you. “If im honest i think ive come closer to death than i had imagined” 

That Made him stop before he had even begun to eat. Eyes now full of concern as he looked at you. “Death? What even do you mean”

“Don’t look at me with such worry. You are closer to death than i” You stated blankly. True, being a slayer meant he was always out to possibly die. Being a hashira never made it less threatening. However you laid your head on your hand as you stared at the ceiling to recollect your thoughts. 

“There was a demon which I thought I could handle but I ended up more beaten than I had prepared myself for. When morning came and the demon was no more I collapsed. It was by some miracle one of the citizens found me and nursed me well.” You said now fully looking at him. Noticing he had not at all taken even a sip from the soup. 

“Are you not hungry?” you asked, looking at him. 

He looked down at his plate. Seeming that he had lost his appetite while speaking with you. “You could have sent for help you know?” 

“I know but it was my mission. Besides it is an honorable to die for the cause we fight for. I wouldn’t mind dying so long as the demon i died to also dies” You said eating the leftover shrimp tempura you two shared. 

“Id prefer you didn't die at all” 

“I do too” 

“I mean it Y/n” He spoke bowl now being held by both his hands as he looked down to it. Could he be brave? Would he be able to tell you all that runs wild in his mind? “I’ve been imagining things with you” 

“What?” you asked a little bit shocked

“I know its foolish and i know your my friend and all. But I imagine that I met you, us as humans and there are no demons. Sometimes i imagine that we go on dinner dates. I imagine coming home to you on days where its just a little too much for comfort” He swallows down hard

The sudden awareness he has of your eyes on him made him swallow down the shyness he never knew he could have. 

“I picture Meeting you here, an everyday normal woman who has stolen my heart” He said the blush now appearing as he tried averting your eyes, laughing a bit  “Isn’t that ridiculous? Tell me it so” 

You couldn’t even help how hot you suddenly felt. How aware you were about how close you two sat. How maddening it was to be so close to him physically and emotionally. 

“I think its best if i go Rengoku-San. Thank you for the food However i hope to see you sometime soon” 

Your gaze didn’t meet his. Your face red and running impossibly hot, His eyes, his demeanor shifted that like a child who just got scolded. Did he really mess this all up? 

However with a shaken breath you smiled at him. Holding his empty hand and placing the small hair pin that held it all together. Your laugh was shaken as you looked at him, his bewildered eyes staring at you 

“A promise Rengoku-san! I must go!” You spoke rather loudly before running out of the establishment. He knew this hair pin was very special to you. It held a lot of meaning he knew as much. 

With a reddened face he placed it safely besides his scabbard held tight by his belt. 

Paying for the food he left quickly too. His heart was beating ever so fast. He hoped he would see you very soon.

[daddyy333]

In love | Chris Evans x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.6k

warnings: Chris is literally the biggest simp ever it’s gross

summary: Chris always loves to gush about his wife any chance he gets

“So, Mr. Evans I heard you got married recently,” the interviewer said and Chris blushed just thinking about you. He chuckled and said “I did, I did. Best decision of my life, I wish I could do it all over again”

He looked over subtly, watching as you posed for pictures on the red carpet. He was so damn lucky. “You kept a secret for quite some time I heard, you announced your relationship by posting a picture from your wedding day, correct?” The interviewer asked and Chris couldn’t help the smile and blush on his face.

“Yup. My favorite picture I’ll ever have, our first kiss as a married couple. We’ve been together 5 years and got married on your 5 years anniversary” he said and the interviewer nodded. She laughed a little and said “that’s beautiful, when did you propose?”

“New years. Told her I wanted to spend every new years with her and then got down on one knee. 2nd scariest day of my life, I was so scared she’d run away the day we got married. You know me, I’m an old man now and she could do so much better” he said and chuckled.

The interviewer scoffed and said “I’m sure there’s many people out there who’d disagree with that. You two seem perfect for each other, what’s your married life been like?”

“Nothing shy of perfection. I get to wake up next to the most perfect woman in the world and I get to love her every single day. The best part is that she loves me too. I wouldn’t trade her for the world” Chris said, looking over at you. You looked so damn beautiful, the sun shining on you and your beautiful eyes popping from the color of your dress.

“I’m the luckiest man alive to tell you the truth,” Chris said and licked his lips, his heart fluttering just remembering how amazing his life has been with you in it. The interviewer chuckled and said “must’ve been hard keeping this a secret for so long. You’re blushing so hard you match the carpet,”

He looked down nervously, laughing. He sighed and said “Any man would be if he got the chance to love her and be loved by her. I’ve wanted to scream it from the rooftops since the moment I laid eyes on her” he said and you suddenly walked over, hugging him from behind.

His eyes widened and he turned around, smiling wider. “Hey, lover. You look stunning tonight, babe, you have no idea,” he said, kissing you softly. You giggled and nugged him. “Finish your interview, Chris” you said and he shook his head.

“You two are just made for each other it seems. He’s been practically buzzing with joy since I mentioned you,” the interviewer told you and you rolled your eyes, blushing slightly. You sighed and said “gosh, he’s so annoying, isn’t he? I don’t know how I tolerate him sometimes,”

You giggled, looking up at him. He shook his head and said “yea, yea, yea. I wouldn’t trade you for the damn universe and yet you’d probably trade me in a New York minute” “oh that is so not true!” You said and slapped his chest playfully, all three of you laughing.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, then realizing that you were being called for your own interviews. “I’ll meet up with you when I’m done, try not to miss me too much” you said and caressing his hand for a moment before you left.

“Alright, well let’s talk about the new movie you two are in together…”

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As of now l'm writing for

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CW!Bucky Barnes

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Geralt of Rivia

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[sleepynggafr]

❀ some Shuri headcanons I be thinkin of 🤭❀

I’m tellin you now this woman is OBSESSED

The first time she laid her eyes on you she was in a trancee

I feel like you would meet her like 2-5 years after the fight with namor. Giving her time to mature and heal YK

She would def show u around the palace because you ain’t leavin no time soon fren

LOVESS to hear you talk. Your voice is so calming to her. You could be talkin about anything and she’d be starin in adoration

“Why you starin at like that” “ your just so stunning my love”

HAHSHEHEHEHSH

Ahem

Anyway I feel like she isn’t the best cook (and when I mean not the best I mean literal ass) but she still tries

Every time she cooks for you she has the most proudest smile on her face when she gives it to you

You gotta pretend like you love it because you can’t stand to see that smile falter 🙁

“Is it good usana yam?” “It’s literally the best food I’ve ever eaten I’m my live Shuri omg”

As soon as she left to get you something to drink you spit it out in a napkin and threw in the garbage

Can’t keep her hands off you omg

In meetings her hand is on yours

she has her lips on your cheeks, neck, hands. Praising you for all the little accomplishments you achieve

Loves to hug and cuddle ion care what nun y’all say

When y’all sleepin together she puts your head in her chest and puts a leg over you. Only way she can sleep.

She definitely purrs (came with the heart shaped herb)

when you kiss her, hug her, rub her , praise her, ANYTHING. And you love it because it comforting

“Shuri honey you purrin too loud” “Mm, your just too much my love”

Very possessive

Any stranger talking to you for too long is a Nono

She literally doesn’t care she goes up to you mid conversation, wraps an arm around your middle bringing you closer, and says

“Move, or you will be moved”

OH MYSVHSJSJ 🤭‼️🔥🌚🔥🔥🌚‼️‼️🤭🤭

She then takes you out for ice cream 😋

Has eyes on you at all times

Tracks you with the kimono bead bracelet and earings she gifted you on your early stages of dating her

But perfers she comes with you

She takes you everywhere with her

Not on missions tho apparently

She’s lost so much..she can’t lose you too

Suggest you take life easy and stay in the palace but you stay adventurin

Has a black cat as a pet

And it definitely is either a sphinx or a main coon

You just love her and she loves you even more than you could imagine ♥︎

@ccharrrr

A/N: Damn I was just writin and ain’t even realize how much I’m doin 💀. This is like my first time like ever writin so go easy on me pls 🙁🙏🏾

[dontdodrugs-dome]

Interview gone wrong

Jack x gf/bsf reader

“ So Jack I heard there’s a special someone in your life ” I heard the interviewer Sarah tell Jack , now don’t get me wrong I’m not a jealous type at all but I can tell when someone is trying to get with Jack and it’s quite frankly the most annoying thing .

“Yes my Bestfriend since 2nd grade aka the love of my life Y/n , she’s amazing I wish people would get to know her more as a person because she’s nothing like the internet tries to claim her as .” Jack says I couldn’t help but smile but clearly the interviewer didn’t like that response because the second he started smiling at the mention of me her smile dropped.

“I mean you can’t blame them , to be fair you are dating a nigger ” she says with a smile , the smile that was once on my face turned into a sad smile I knew people hated me but I never heard someone talk bad about me while I’m standing by them .

Jack sat up in his seat with his eyebrows raised “excuse me ? ” he starts getting angry and you could see it , I could only hold back tears urban seen me trying to hold it together and immediately came to my side hugging me and telling me it’s gonna be okay Jack gonna handle it .

“ I mean look at her she’s black she’s not the prettiest if you asked me an- ” Jack cut her off immediately “and you are ? I have a bad eye and even I know that she’s the most beautiful woman I ever seen you don’t even come close to her beauty nor charisma, you are a nobody act like it ” .

"I think I’m done with this interview ” he says to the crew , Sarah was left clearly stunned at his response he got up out of his seat and walked towards me and all three of us left Jack of course holding on to me while I try not to cry until we get into the van where the rest of PG were waiting until the interview was done .

As soon as we reached the car I immediately started sobbing in jack’s chest I know I might seem weak but I never thought that I would see the day where I get called the n word in front of a thousand crew members it was so embarrassing , at the sight of me crying neelam immediately asked “what happened?!? ” urban explained to her what happened while Jack took me to the back so we can talk .

“ baby she don’t know what she’s talking about you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on , ever since 2nd grade I knew you were going to be mines one day there can be a room full of women and I’ll pick you , you are my best friend , don’t worry about what other low lives think , I know you are a good person and that’s all that matters ” .

He finish while stroking my cheeks wiping away all the tears I smile at him “it’s you and me against the world mamas ” he said while interlocking our pinkies he kissing my nose which made me laugh “there’s that beautiful smile” he says staring into my eyes “I love you baby ” I say “ I love you more stink ”

“OH HELL NO ” we heard neelam scream

“Welp looks like someone about to lose their job ” i say while laughing , out the window you can see all of PG walking into the building where the interview was taking place they all look heated “I mean we got the van to ourselves why not use this time wisely ” i squealed as Jack throw me over his shoulder .

[madarasthicc]

Map to Hope Chapter 11

Madara x female reader

An arranged marriage twenty years in the making comes calling for Madara Uchiha. Now that Konoha has stabilized, his bride-to-be is ready to be at his side. But is Madara ready for what marriage all entails?

//I decided to cut the wedding into two chapters. It felt better this way. Please enjoy!

[Masterlist]

[Chapter Ten] -> [Chapter Twelve]

Chapter Eleven: Run Away with Me.

Y/n took a deep breath. It was finally her wedding day. Yukiko had left just a bit ago to check on how things were coming along at the temple. It was still early but her grandmother wanted to be sure things were being set according to the plans made. Plus she was sure her grandmother was also checking on Madara. It made her very pleased to see how much her grandmother approved of her husband to be. It left just her mother there to help prepare for her wedding day.

She should have known something wrong was going to happen with the way her mother looked at her all morning. Something in her eyes had this sad but nostalgic look. Looking around, as she finished her make up when her mother suddenly opened the door and there Itsuki stood. Ume had always had a soft spot for Itsuki. It was obvious by this action that she still preferred Itsuki over Madara.

“I’ll be right outside.” She softly closes the door, leaving Itsuki alone with her.

“What are you doing here? Oh my divine.” Y/n didn't know how to react as he looked her over. His blue eyes wide in almost wonderment.

“Wow, you look stunning.” He said softly, squeezing his hands closed but kept them to his sides. “Really, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He said approaching her.

“Itsuki. Stop. You are only going to hurt yourself by doing this.” She hissed as she backed up, away from him. “Plus if Madara knows you’re here-“

“Are you afraid of him?” Itsuki asked, taking her hand and pulled her closer. “Has he hurt you? I fucking knew it. I knew he was no good.”

“Stop, stop Itsuki. I didn’t say that.” She snapped, “Madara has never hurt me. He’s never laid his hands on me unless I asked him.” She began to push him away, trying to yank her hand from his grip.

“Run away with me?” He asked, getting on his knees and taking both her hands. “Please? We can get out of here before he even knows.” He asked.

“No! Itsuki no.” She said, pulling him up to his feet. “No, I’m not running away with you. I-“ she didn’t think she could say she loved Madara. But it felt like the start of love. It felt like she could fall in love with Madara. Easily.

“You love him?” He asked. When she didn’t reply right away he pulled her to him. “You don’t love him, come away with me. I know you still love me.”

“I don’t love him, not yet. But I’m happy with this.” She said firmly. “Itsuki. I am happy with Madara, I’m looking forward to my life with him and I refuse to let you try and ruin it.” She smacked him hard and pulled out of his hold.

“Please, I used to love you. I will always love you in some way. But I am marrying Madara, in a few hours and I refuse to let you ruin my wedding day.” Y/n turned away from him rubbing her arms. Despite the warm air she felt chilly. This all felt so wrong. “You need to leave, I don’t know what my mother was thinking. Go.”

“I’m not giving up on us. I love you Y/n.” He said, exhaling slowly. “We love each other, we belong together. Please, just think about it, think about us. Think of everything we dreamed of and everything we wanted.” He asked, reaching out to touch her, but pulled his hand back when she flinched.

“We were practically children! It has been five years! Move on.” She yelled, grabbing a tea cup and threw it at Itsuki. It smashed and soaked him when it crashed into his chest.

“Itsuki.” Ume suddenly came in. “Go, you’re only upsetting her.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

Alone for once that day, Y/n took a seat and tried to breathe. She was glad she had a few more hours to get herself together. She had been looking forward to today and now she wanted to undress, shower and go to bed. And yet she still had the ceremony and the festival afterwards. She wasn’t going to be able to convince Madara to skip that. Plus she couldn’t skip out on all the hard work Hashirama and the village put in for celebrating her wedding to Madara.

“I-“ Ume returned.

“Nothing.” Y/n hissed. “You will say nothing. Help me out of this dress, I need to bathe. You ever pull something like that again, and I will ask the Hokage to send you out of the village. Are we clear, mother?”

“Yes … I am sorry.” Ume began to help her undress. “I didn’t think-“

“No, clearly you were not thinking. I am marrying Madara, I am loyal to him. I will not tolerate another situation like that, that man needs to move on. Whether either of you like it.” She took a deep breath, letting her mother undress her. “It’s my fucking wedding day. I won’t let anyone fuck this up, so I will bathe again. You will redress me and redo my hair. And we will pretend like this didn’t happen.”

“Yes. Of course darling.” Ume held her breath. She’d never seen Y/n so angry, she was just trying to give her daughter and Itsuki closure. Closure she didn’t get but she had been very wrong.

——

Madara wasn’t sure how he felt about the day. He never gave his future marriage much thought, especially before the village was created. And afterwards, he was far too busy with building the village up and controlling his grief. And it was times like these that it reared its ugly head. There he stood in his bedroom, dressed in his Uchiha finery for his wedding, and yet he had no one at his side. Hikaku had stopped by that morning to go over a few things, his cousin would be temporarily taking over clan dealings while Madara enjoyed his honeymoon with Y/n after the wedding. But after that Madara was alone with his thoughts and his brother’s eyes in his head.

There was a sudden knock that had him jump. He wasn’t expecting anyone. “Come in.” He called out, turning away from the mirror. Yukiko smiled as she saw him when she entered the room.

“My, my, you clean up well.” She teased as she approached. “I wanted to check on things, make sure everything was running smoothly.”

“Things here are fine, Hikaku just left a bit ago.” Madara said, feeling himself bristle a bit. Unsure why he was feeling that, wasn’t he just feeling lonely a second ago.

“And where are your groomsmen?” Yukiko asked, surprised to see Madara here alone. She assumed at the very least Hashirama, as Madara’s best friend, would have been with him.

“I have no one.” Madara said, raising a brow. “My nearest kin are all gone … there’s no one I could bear to have at my side if it’s not them.”

“Not even Hashirama?” Yukiko took a seat and gestured for Madara to sit across from her.

“Don’t get me wrong, Hashirama is my best friend, I love him dearly.” Madara began as he took a seat on the floor across from Yukiko. “I am blessed to have him in my life as that, and that we get to see our dream grow … but he’s not my brothers.” He doesn’t add that it felt disrespectful to have a Senju stand at his side on his wedding when it was a Senju that killed two of his brothers. Hell, it could even be that all his brothers had been killed by Senju’s. No clan, still to this day, claimed Togakushi’s death.

“That may be, but surely they, your brother’s, would not want you to be here alone on your wedding day.” Yukiko pointed out. “Why is your cousin not here with you?”

“He’s too busy taking care of things for me, and there is no one else I trust with the clan other than Hikaku.” Madara pointed out. He sighed leaning back, he felt pathetic. Other than Hashirama and now Y/n he had no one. He used to have friends, siblings and now he had just Hashirama as his only friend and soon Y/n as his wife.

“Their deaths weigh heavy on you, don’t they?” She asked softly.

“Most of them do … My sister was ill and there was nothing anyone could do for her. It would have been wrong to force her to continue to live like that. Though I feel guilty I didn’t spend more time with her while she was still here but it was hard to see her wither away. Same with my mother, though I was mostly angry with her for giving up.” Madara said softly, thinking about grabbing his pipe but didn’t want to smell of smoke right before his wedding. “Father died in battle, just like how he wanted to go … and there was little love between us by that point. But Izuna, Kuro, and Togakushi … they were my little brothers and I failed them. I let them die and for what? A war that had no ending, and no winner. You would have liked Kuro, he was a little shit stirrer like you. Toga was only five, so I don’t know what he would have become had he grown up. But he was sweet and liked to talk anyone’s ear off. Izuna was,” Madara sighed deep and slow. “Izuna was far from perfect and I spoiled him rotten. I’d like to think he would have grown used to peace.”

Yukiko hummed as she reached out and took Madara’s hand in her wrinkled ones. “I am sure they would be proud of what you’ve been able to accomplish. Bringing the clans of the Land of Fire together and building a village of this size, especially in the time frame you did so is no easy feat. Even between you and Hashirama.” She said, patting his hand before cupping his face. “While you may choose to stand there alone, you will not be leaving the temple alone. Y/n will be at your side from today forward, let her share your burdens. Let her be there to share in your sorrows so you may not crumble beneath them.” She added patting his cheek before she left him once more to himself.

It was strange to have someone act so familiar with him like this. His own grandparents had died when he was young. While strange, it was nice to have that comfort for today. Even if Yukiko wasn’t his grandmother by blood, she would be by marriage and her comfort and wisdom was appreciated.

—-

Yukiko knew something had happened. When she returned from checking over the preparation at the temple and Madara. Y/n was down right ice cold towards her mother. And it looked like Y/n had taken another bath after already being dressed up when she left.

“Ume. Give us a moment.” Yukiko asked, Ume nodded and stepped out. “What’s got you in a twist?”

“Mother.” Y/n practically growled.

“I figured as such.” Yukiko took a seat before gesturing for Y/n to continue speaking.

“She snuck Itsuki in to see me … to convince me to run away with him.” Y/n said softly.

Now that was the last thing Yukiko expected to hear. Maybe her daughter was more cunning than she gave her credit. It was quite the ballsy move. Sneaking someone into the house to see Y/n before her wedding, especially a man she had previously been with romantically.

“There was a young man named Daisuke Beppu.” Yukiko began patting the seat next to her for Y/n to take. She waited to continue until Y/n sat down. “He was a butcher, just a few years older than your mother.” She said, taking Y/n’s hands. “He loved your mother, and she loved him.”

Y/n had never heard of this. Had no idea her mother had anyone before her father. She held her grandmother’s hands and remained silent as the woman spoke.

“But he could not offer your mother the life she had always lived. A life with him would be one of hard work. So I arranged for her to marry your father, who was also similar in age but could offer her an easier life and protect her.” Yukiko continued. “Your mother was furious with me, even tried to run away with the young butcher she loved. So I sent the young man away to another village and threatened to harm him if your mother did not do as I told her. I had arranged all the marriages of her siblings before her, but she was the only one who fought me on it.” She stated looking at Y/n closely for her reaction. “Ume married Ichiro, and Daisuke married later on as well. And I thought things were good, I didn’t like Ichiro but he seemed to treat your mother well and he took care of her.”

Y/n frowned as she listened. She knew now her parents didn’t have a loving relationship but she had no idea it was due to her mother being forced into the marriage and loving another man.

“While she was pregnant with you, she found your father cheating on her with another woman. And he admitted that he would sleep with whomever he pleased whenever he pleased. So your mother left their marital room and swore he’d never touch her again.” Yukiko said softly, squeezing Y/n’s hand. “Your mother was devastated but a proud woman who would not allow this. After you were born I told your father he was to never touch your mother again and that he better keep you both happy. If he wanted to live.”

“So mother has been worried I’d suffer the same fate as she did. And wanted to give me the chance she never had.” Y/n whispered, feeling her eyes tear up. “But I’ve told her that I’m happy with this. And I truly am.”

“It brings painful memories to think about. You’re her only child, she wants you to have the choice she never had. I think she’s so blinded by that pain she still feels that she assumed you would want what she wanted.” Yukiko said softly, gently petting Y/n’s hair. “It wasn’t right of her to do, and if Madara ever found out it would spell disaster. But she just wants you to have the ability to choose for yourself.”

“And I choose Madara. Every time.” Y/n said firmly. “This may have been my nightmare five years ago, but today and tomorrow and every day after I will always choose Madara. He’s who I want.”

“I am so happy to know you are happy with this.” Yukiko said, cupping her face. “I know it wasn’t always so. But Madara is a good, honest man. I think you two will make a good marriage and will be happy together. As long as you both continue to choose each other.” She said pulling Y/n into a firm hug.

“Thank you for telling me.” Y/n said softly. “Will you bring my mother in for me?”

“Of course.” Yukiko kissed her forehead and stood to leave the room. Ume stood just outside the door. “She wishes to speak with you.” She said to Ume stepping out of the doorway, closing the door behind Ume.

“Y/n-“ Ume started, taking a seat next to her daughter.

“Mother, I love you.” Y/n said, pulling her mother into a hug. “But please, I am choosing this. I’m choosing Madara. I need you to respect that, respect him and our relationship.” She said, pulling back to look at her mother. “This cannot ever happen again. I am so sorry you lost Daisuke. That you were forced to marry my father and that he betrayed you. But Madara is not father. You cannot hold father’s sins against Madara, who has done nothing but welcome us. And come to care for me.”

“I’m sorry.” Ume said, starting to tear up. “I didn't, he never said anything about wanting to run away with you. He said he just wanted to say goodbye.” She said taking Y/n’s hands.

“None of us can tell Madara this happened. Let’s hope no one saw, I don’t want to lie to him but I know he would not handle this well. Especially from you.” Y/n said as gently as she could. “Please, mother, please try to make peace with this. I am marrying Madara and he will, one day, be the father of your grandchildren. I don’t want there to be strife between you two.”

“I swear, I promise I will be better.” Ume nodded quickly. “I will do everything I can to make things better between him and I for you.”

“Thank you, mother.” Y/n hugged her again. “I know he’s gruff and rough around the edges but he’s a good man with a big heart. And I do see a good, happy life with him here in Konoha.”

Ume hugged Y/n tightly. She could swallow her bitterness towards her own situation for the sake of her daughter. If her daughter was happy with Madara then she would be happy. Her daughter’s happiness and well being were what was really important.

—--

Madara took Yukiko’s words to heart and made his way to the Hokage residence. While he knew Hashirama would be in attendance at his wedding as Hokage, Madara did decide to ask if he would join him as his groomsmen. He felt a bit awkward standing in front of the large house all dressed up as he knocked and waited.

“Madara?” Hashirama opened the door, a bit surprised to see the other man standing at his doorstep. Especially on his wedding day. “Is everything okay? Come in, please?” Hashirama stepped back to allow Madara to enter his home.

Madara nodded as he stepped inside, he had only been inside Hashirama’s house one other time but it had still been in construction. “I had a question for you … I didn’t really think about the idea much but Yukiko is a wise woman.”

“Of course, I will do my best to answer it.” Hashirama said, leading Madara into the living room. Hashirama’s brown eyes met Madara’s black ones as they took a seat. “What can I help you with?”

“I -” Madara swallowed thickly. “I want you to stand at my side. During my wedding today.” Madara said fiddling with the sleeves of his robes. “As my family.”

Hashirama stared at Madara, his mouth opened in shock. “You want me? To stand at your side, as your family for your wedding? Really?” He was shocked, he thought for sure Madara would have had Hikaku there. Or some other Uchiha he didn’t know on a name to name basis. “Madara I I would be honored.” Hashirama could feel himself tear up.

“Please don’t cry on me.” Madara said but had a fond smile on his face. “Thank you.” He added softer.

“Can I ask why? I mean surely there is some clan mate who is more suited -” Hashirama started before Madara cut him off.

“Hashirama, after Izuna there was no one.” Madara said softly, looking away. “I don’t connect with people like you do. Sure, Hikaku and I are somewhat close but he is focusing on making sure things run smoothly for the wedding and while Y/n and I are on our honeymoon.” He pointed out.

“Madara.” Hashirama reached out and squeezed Madara’s shoulder. “I would be honored to be there for you, I know I could never replace Izuna at your side but I would be very happy to do this for you.”

“Thank you, this means a lot.” Madara said softly, laying a hand on Hashirama’s that was placed on his shoulder. “Now, go get cleaned up, we have a temple to be at and I won’t have my bride waiting for me.”

“Of course, old friend.” Hashirama got up, leaving Madara to lounge in the living room. “I’ll be right back.”

“And you cannot wear the Hokage robes! They’re hideous!” Madara yelled out, which heard a frustrated shout from Hashirama. Madara couldn’t help but laugh, he felt much lighter now. He would have to thank Yukiko for her kind words and encouragement after the wedding.

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Victim of Love Chapter 1: Whiskey and Women

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 795

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, drinking

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

What kind of love have you got?

You should be home but you're not

A/N: This is my submission for World Whiskey Day because there is whiskey in it so it very loosely qualifies, lmao! But of course, it turned into a whole thing.....🙃so there will be more chapters! 😆

Thanks to @harleybeaumont for prereading and encouraging!!!

My other stuff: Master List.

Drake Walker plucked a tumbler of whiskey off a serving tray as he walked. His head turned as a curvaceous blond smiled at him, so he wasn’t watching where he was walking.

“Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, barely managing to save his drink from spilling as a mid-ballroom collision occurred.

“Good save,” came the amused response. His eyes moved from the glass in his hand to the owner of the voice.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the most stunning woman that he’d ever laid eyes on. Her deep auburn curls cascaded down her back. The A-line, off-the-shoulder deep crimson dress she was wearing left little to the imagination despite the sweeping chiffon train. Cleavage spilled out of the top and a smooth, supple thigh flashed through a very daring slit.

But what really caught his attention was the sparkle in the emerald depths of her eyes, the scintillating smile that somehow took his breath away, and the teasing lilt in her voice. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“Sorry!” He shook himself out of his stupor, “Are you okay? Did you spill your drink?”

“I’ll survive. The wine is replaceable. So is the dress for that matter.” She said dismissively as she glanced down at the small but spreading wine stain on her bodice.

“The dress…” his eyes followed hers, then fell down her body as the image of her removing it suddenly took over his consciousness, rendering him speechless once again.

“Well, it was nice running into you. Let’s do it again sometime. Only, you know,” her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she drawled out the word, “slower….” She wiggled her fingers at him as she walked away.

“Wait!” He deposited the drink on the nearest available surface, abandoning a perfectly good tumbler of top-shelf whiskey in his haste to catch up with her, “I don’t even know your name!”

She tossed a smile over her shoulder as she continued through the crowd, “Do you need to know my name?”

“Oh, absolutely!” He jogged a little to get in front of her, then continued to walk backward so he could face her. Placing both hands over his heart, he declared, “Please! I don’t think I can go on another minute without knowing it!”

She threw her head back and laughed, “Has that line ever actually worked?”

Her laugh delighted him. His grin widened, “I’ve never used it before, but so far, so good.”

She stopped at the bar and grabbed a handful of napkins to blot the wine on her dress.

His eyes dipped down to her left ring finger, “You’re not married, are you?”

“No,” she replied with a rueful smile, “I’m not married.”

“That’s good news! No husband to shoot at me!”

A smile tugged her lips up as she discarded the napkins and ordered another glass of wine, “Been shot at by a lot of husbands, have you?”

“Just the one,” he shuddered at the memory.

“You’re funny. And cute. Have we met before? You look familiar.”

“Absolutely not. I’d remember you! Maybe you’ve seen me in passing somewhere. Did you attend the royal wedding?”

“No.”

“The coronation?”

“I was there,” she lifted the glass to her lips and took a long sip. Her eyes tracked across his face then moved down his body taking in the broad shoulders and the perfect cut of his suit. The obvious expense of his clothing was in sharp contrast with the carelessness of his slightly overgrown hair and the athletic trainers he wore in place of dress shoes.

He didn’t quite fit in with what she’d come to expect of the nobility. “I think I’d remember you too. You’re not a duke or a count, are you?”

He snorted, “God, no!”

She laughed and it was a real laugh, one that came from deep inside. Nothing like the fake, high-pitched tinkling laughs he associated with ladies of the court. Something about it warmed his insides.

Her eyes traveled across the ballroom and the smile vanished.

He tried to follow her gaze, but the room was too crowded, and everyone was moving. “What?”

She gave him a slow, appraising look, and then a smile that was damn near predatory spread across her face, “You still want to know my name?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do!”

She put the wine glass down, stood up, placed both hands on his chest, and leaned forward to purr in his ear, “I’ll tell you my name if you can make me scream yours.”

“I….what?”

She walked toward the exit. He stared at her retreating back for a moment. She threw an unmistakable come-hither smile over her shoulder. He jolted into action and scrambled after her without a backward glance.

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Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty

Table of Contents

Word Count: 3.6k

She liked the beard. He looked rugged, in his own special way. The appeal of his beauty was always the defiled innocence of his smooth face. When he told her that he was growing it out she thought he would look horrible. But when she saw him she didn't think that at all.

She was laying on her stomach on the bed, feet in the air, and kicking them like a schoolgirl. He was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, doing his hair and getting ready for the day.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the beard?" She asked, locking eyes with his reflection.

He smiled and turned to look at her. "No, you haven't. I was getting a bit nervous that you hadn't said anything about it yet." "Well, I love it," she kissed the top of his head, "Now I've said something." "I'm glad you do. I think it looks nice." "You look like a sexy professor like that." She was referring to his outfit. He wore a white dress shirt, complete with ruffles, and a nice pair of trousers. "That's kind of the look I was going for. Scarf or no scarf?" He held up a green silk scarf. She thought it complimented his outfit well and told him so. He nodded and began to tie it. "You should try it like this." She reached her hands around his neck.

His breath hitched as her hands brushed against his skin. The scent of her filled his nose, an unmistakable smell that only she possessed. It was floral and vanilla. He always thought it was wonderful. He thought it could be a mix of her shampoo and deodorant.

"That looks marvelous, thank you." He spoke breathlessly.

They had been together for eight months and she still made him dizzy and fumbling. He couldn't deny her effect, didn't want to. She smiled sweetly and sat back on the pillows, continuing the reading of her book. How could she be so unceremonious, so laid back, when she was absolutely breathtaking?  She was stunning, certainly the most beautiful woman he had seen, but didn't seem to care. She thought this way about him too. She often thought how he didn't seem to be cognizant of how wonderful he really looked. Sometimes he was even insecure, which was always a laugh for her. The only time he looked poorly was when he chose a bad outfit, which she always had something to say about. "You need to change. A red scarf clashes with a yellow top and the plaid printed pants don't match anything you're wearing!" "No, the red scarf matches the red pants. There is yellow in my pants and yellow on my top. It goes together." "Fine, but you're the one who is going to look bad." "I don't look bad!" "That outfit is a disaster. I don't want you to leave the hotel like that." She was mostly joking, ending in a laugh. But it was true! He looked terrible. "Is this criticism or care?" "Care, I promise. Trust me, Jimmy, it looks bad." "I disagree." He shrugged, "And I'm wearing it to the show." "Alright, but it's your fashion funeral." His outfit today looked much better. His colors matched and he was presentable. "Love, I think you should start getting ready. We have to leave soon." "I think I'll just go like this." "Can I give you some fashion advice?" "Oh, no. Does my outfit look that poor?" She laughed.

He grimaced, gesturing to tell her "a little bit". "Fine, I'll change. What is the weather like?" "Hot. It's August." "Good point." 

She chose a pair of shorts and a short top. The shirt she wanted to wear was in Lorelei's possession. She didn't mind, because she had asked. Robert and Jimmy never did. Yesterday she caught Robert sifting through her clothes! "Um, what are you doing?" She had been watching him rifling through her things like a rat. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, Jesus, you scared me!" "I ask again, what are you doing?" She shifted her weight and put her hand on her hip. "Looking for something to wear." "Can you at least ask? Jeez. What do you want?" "That flowery blouse you wore last week." "Robert, you can't fit in that!" "Yes, I can! I'm slim." "Fine," She threw the balled-up shirt at him, "but if you stretch it out I'm killing you." "I won't, I swear." He did. She looked at the blouse now, wearing a frown. It still fit, although now loose and frumpy. Perhaps she'd just have Richard do her laundry and he would shrink it for her. He was a lousy tour mother.

He took more of a liking to her than Grant but still didn't cater to her, but Jimmy did not enjoy the way he looked at and talked about her. He had made it clear from the first day she joined that he found her attractive. He first justified the uncomfortable interaction with the notion that she was a lovely girl and he would just have to get used to people finding her fit. But Richard took it too far-- as he often did. "Jimmy, you got the best out of all the guys. Don't tell them I said that." "What does that mean?" "She's a photographer, so she's good to keep in your back pocket, she's a looker, and sweet. The way she takes care of you...Man, I need to get one of those." "And what does that mean?" He asked with a raised brow. "Y'know, I need to get a girl like that. And with her figure-" "Rich! That's his girl." Bonzo spoke for Jimmy. "My bad." He laughed. Jimmy tried his best to shuffle his anger away but it didn't work. He could feel the ugly hands of jealousy creeping in. This wasn't helped when they went to a club and men seemed to overlook him, hitting on Gwen even when they were holding hands. He was getting angrier and more jealous by the day.

He brought this to her attention, telling her it was getting hard to handle. She laughed and scoffed, and shook her head. When he asked what was the matter, the bitter bite of anger rearing at her reaction, she told him, "I have to deal with women literally trying to tear your clothes off. Do you know how many women I see literally asking to sleep with you and shrugging me off? And they're not sloppy men in a club, they're beautiful women scantily dressed. Thousands of people cheer and scream for you every single night. Women pray to god for a chance to even touch you. You know how hard that is for me?" He had thought about this, of course, but he couldn't see how that was relevant at this moment. When he told her this she seemed angry.

"You're not listening to how I feel." He exerted.

"I am, I understand. But I'm telling you that you have to get over it. I have to."

"It's not the same." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"You're right, it's worse."

"I'm a celebrity. You agreed to date me. You knew what you were getting into."

"And I'm a pretty girl. You knew what you were getting into." She crossed her arms now. They were both pouting. They'd given up trying to have an adult conversation, instead resigning to childish behavior and scoffs.

She thought about this interaction as she put on her shoes. His logical fallacy was amusing to her now, simply a musing that was pushed into the past. They'd both learned to get over their silly feelings of jealousy. At least

she

had. She hoped he had, but didn't know how untrue her thoughts were.

That night, after the show, another fit would strike. The concert had gone well, not having any interruptions or issues. Gwen took some nice photos and had a great time. Their energy always inspired her and spurred her to take wonderful photos.

As they were entranced by the music flowering from their fingertips they struck natural poses. They tried their best to face the audience, partly for her frames, partly for the audience. It was hard, though, they were so tight-knit and worked best when it was just them. Their shows felt like jam sessions when they first started, but as the audiences grew, so did the space between them.

After the show, they went to a club, as was becoming usual. Some towns didn't have good clubs or parties and those were the nights they partied together. But this was Texas and the parties were

superb

, as Robert put it.

Gwen wore her shorts and top from earlier in the day and Lorelei was in a pretty dress. The guys had showered and changed, a short detour on their way to the club. She was not excited to be packed into a sweaty lounge with loud music. They'd just been in the same environment and she didn't know why they had to go back. She wanted to wind down with a nice shower and a good book after a show.

Perhaps they were too filled with adrenaline to be that calm. She knew about this rush, not only because they'd detailed it to her before, but because Jimmy was wired after a show. He was borderline manic, his eyes wide and his mouth going a mile a minute. It was a natural drug, one that gave his reserved personality a spark.

He was charged after a show, particularly his sex drive, which was insane when the lights went out. He had detailed to her how carnal performing was. And he proved it. They weren't even back to the hotel and he would be trying to rip her clothes off. She would protest, telling him they were in public. He would shrug and continue to kiss her. She pushed him back, further exerting that he was sweaty and stinky and would need to shower before she would even consider sleeping with him. Tonight was no different.

He wanted her more than ever. His eyes drifted to her exposed legs, long and taut. He transfixed his eyes on her chest, considering it as a resting place for his tired hands. When he attempted this she slapped his hand away.

How could one person get so sweaty? He was dripping buckets! He could perform stark nude and he'd still come out slippery and stinky. He was like a caught fish.

After he was fresh and cleaned off, she allowed him to kiss her. He gladly devoured her lips in a hungry display of virile fervor. She could rise a dead man from his tomb with those lips, he thought. He was grateful she let him kiss her. He was desperate for any kind of contact with her.

She laughed and told him to get that thing down before they got to the club. She stopped kissing him, despite his whimpering protests. He was staring at her as they walked into the club. She looked wonderful. Never before had she looked this way. Although, he thought that with each passing day. Her beauty grew, swelling until it reached a sweltering heat that choked him. She was far too beautiful to be real or to be his. He'd found an angel amongst men. Someone had begun to threaten this beauty. A man, a bumbling fool, was grabbing at her. They were on the dancefloor and Jimmy was not sharing. He saw Gwen's face, scared and wanting to hide away. Still drunk on adrenaline and filled with jealousy, Jimmy pushed the guy aside with heavy force. "I'm sorry about that, Darling. But you are mine once more." He smiled. This victory was short-lived. The man came back around quickly, angry with Jimmy. "She's my girlfriend. Fuck off." He did not mince words. He was drunk and malice dripped from his tongue. She could smell the whiskey from where she was standing. It was not an attractive sight.

"My apologies, man. I didn't know she had a man." "So you'll respect me now? Just because I have a man." She spoke loudly as to be heard over the music.

He looked at her with a disgruntled expression.

"Well? Are you just going to look at me like you're stupid?" She widened her eyes, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

"You're a bitch." He said simply, sneering with disgust. He couldn't believe she would be so brazen.

Jimmy sobered with those words, now stricken with fury. He was not a physical man and would not often resort to violence. "Don't speak to her that way. You need to leave, right now." His words were cutting, his eyes lowering into menacing slits.

"Are you going to make me, cheerios?" "What? That doesn't even make sense. And never mind that. I won't, but he will." Jimmy pointed him in the direction of Peter. Gwen now understood why having him in your corner was a good idea. When things got ugly you needed a guy like him. "You can leave on your own or his accord."

Jimmy's gaze got Peter's attention and he headed over to them in short strides. "This guy bothering you?" He asked, his voice was sharp and intimidating. His size was suddenly noticeable, his voice as round and sonorous as his body.

"Yeah," Jimmy said.

Without hesitation, Peter picked the guy up and threw him over his shoulder. He looked like a child, so small and defenseless in his grasp. This made Gwen laugh, loosening her grasp on Jimmy's arm. She had been clinging to him in fear. Random drunk men approaching her wasn't any less uncomfortable for her than it was for him.

"Are you alright, love?" Peter asked when he was back in their presence. He had thrown the guy on the pavement, placing him down haphazardly. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." She smiled appreciatively. Who knows what would have happened if Peter hadn't come to her rescue? Jimmy wasn't exactly the burly type.

"Don't worry, girl, I'll always be here if that happens again." Peter clapped a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder and went back to his place next to Bonzo.

Jimmy turned back, gloating with a smile. Gwen was not as happy. She was filled with bitterness. A mixture of her discomfort and a general disdain for her environment was making her unhappy. Her mind couldn't help but wander to all of these uncomfortable places. Her discomfort was palpable as she stared into space. The familiar feeling of strange hands made her insides cringe. She pushed her feelings down and tried to get through this unbearable night. The club was not a place to fight.

-

The next morning her anger erupted. It must have been building all night, stacking up while she slept. She could feel the weight of her dread when she woke. It was a metric ton of bricks on her chest. She didn't want to bother Jimmy this early in the morning. Not only was she angry and bitter, but anxious about letting it out. She didn't want to bite his head off but also didn't want to suppress it.

She could still feel those terrible hands on her body. It made her skin erupt into a flaming rash of anxiety. Her breathing was heavy and labored. Her limbs could not stop fidgeting. What seemed like a small advance lead to a shattering of her mental state. That man was not trying to flirt, he intended to shake her.

And she was shaken. She trembled like a leaf throughout the night and into the light stretch of the morning sun. Breakfast did not help. Bonzo was especially nasty that day. Before she'd even gotten down to eat he was talking shit. She heard him talking to Robert, saying one of the worst things she'd ever heard about herself. "She's a carpenter's wet dream. Flat like a board and in need of a screw." He bellowed with a guttural laugh. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Her first instinct was to pounce. But she didn't. She waited. She wanted to hear what everyone would say. Robert spoke first, "Bonzo, that is horrible."

Jimmy and Jonesy said nothing.

Last night was bad enough, to be treated as an object and only defended for some cheap honor. Jimmy wasn't defending her, he was defending his manhood. How dare someone touch his precious doll that sat on his little shelf? His reluctance, rather than his refusal, to defend her in a meaningful way was shown to her. He said nothing when it mattered.

Her face contorted with the weight of betrayal. She wasn't so hurt by what Bonzo said, but more so by Jimmy's silence. This had far surpassed a few teasing comments. Bonzo hated her, hated Jimmy's girlfriend and he didn't seem to care.

They turned at the sound of her shuffling feet in the doorway. They saw her pained expression. This pleased Bonzo. He was content to know his shot had landed on the target.

He got a twisted pleasure from hurting her. It was a special treat for a lone audience. On the days that he imbibed early in the morning, he attacked her.

She turned away with hot tears brewing on her lashline, quiet steps rushing from the scene.

The room was quiet now. They shuffled their eyes, passing awkward glances around. Robert broke the tension, as he often did. He found it hard to always be the peacekeeper, the jester, and the pretty one. But these roles needed to be filled, and he was multifaceted.

"You should go talk to her."

Jimmy grimaced and burned in hot anger. Who was Robert to tell him what he should do with his own girlfriend? He knew what was best for his relationship! But he stood with a huff and went to their room.

When he was out of their sight he broke into a fast-paced walk. He knew he was in trouble, he knew he was in the wrong. Perhaps that's why things played out the way they did. He didn't want to be wrong. He would rather die than apologize.

He was on her heels, in the room before she could even shut the door.

When he entered she just looked at him. She was overcome with feelings.

She just wanted to scream at him. "Gwen-" "Don't. Just don't. I don't want some half-assed apology." "I'm sorry." "I said I don't want it. I'm sick of you not standing up for me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I heard what he said." She tried her best to remain calm. "I just don't know what to say." "You sure knew what to say last night." "What does that mean?" His expression was causing anger to churn inside her. It was a poorly plugged drain. The stopper was beginning to lose its seal and she soon would explode. "You can defend me when your honor is in question. This has never been about me, it's been about your ego. When your ego is concerned, you will say something. You don't care about me! You only care about yourself." Her voice raised in pitch as she spoke. "We're having this conversation again? That is not true! And you know it isn't. It's not the same when it's your friend." "Robert stood up for me. It's clearly not an issue for him." "What are you implying?" "Nothing." "Oh, c'mon, you were so brazen before. Don't be so shy now." "No, I didn't mean anything by it. He stood up for me and you didn't." "I think you meant something entirely different." "Like what?" She prodded.

She had waded into dangerous territory. No longer was this an argument about the topic at hand. They were taking jabs at one another due to unspoken feelings. She could feel the energy shifting to something nasty.

"I used to think Robert was just flirting with you because he's a whore, but now I see the truth. He's in love with you!" "In love with me? Jimmy, was just sticking up for me. You couldn't even do that." "No, you don't get it. Men don't do nice things for women unless they want something from them. He wants to take you to bed." "You sound crazy!" "I'm crazy? You're the one yelling at Bonzo and getting an attitude with me!" "Well, I think you have a problem with Robert because you feel inferior. You think he's more of a man than you and you're worried he's going to take me from you." "Maybe if you didn't dress that way he wouldn't be throwing himself all over you. Maybe Grant would take you more seriously." "I cannot fucking believe you. You've reached a new low." Her tone dropped, laying flat where her emotions lie.

She was hurt. She knew this wasn't how he truly felt, he was trying to hurt her. With nothing left to say, she left the room. Their room was no longer a place where love could be facilitated. She had to escape.

She left Jimmy's grasp immediately and directly to Robert's room. She placed three sharp knocks on the door.

It revealed a damp Lorelei. Her curls were stringy and wet, dangling down at her cheeks. Her face and arms were flecked with drops of water.

"Hey, girl, is everything alright?" She asked, scrunching her hair with a white towel. She had another one wrapped around her torso.

Gwen stepped in with apprehension. "Lore, there's something I need to tell you." She stood in the doorway, a look on her face that scared Lorelei.

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Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Three of Love Island, Actually. NSFW.

read it on AO3 | chapter one | chapter two

The wedding dance is in full swing, and love is on the mind of not just the bride and groom ... but it's not always a good idea to act on instinct. At least, for everyone. Special thanks to @mrsbsmooth Suzi for writing a scene in this chapter.

DELILAH: cute, meet cute

Laughing over a shared joke, Delilah and Bridget had an easy fight to the bar. They held hands as they made their way over and Bridget was pulled into several rounds of congratulations and hugs as Delilah was bombarded with question after question about her own relationship status, and assured time after time in increasingly more condescending ways that her time would be next if only she set a little bit more time aside for romance. Like always, Delilah did her best to laugh it off with a smile on her face, just glad her mother wasn’t around to overhear and add her own weighted opinions to the mix.

“Thea, Honey-Tee, four shots please,” Bridget said, holding up two fingers. “Whatever you fancy, and have one yourself, too.”

It didn’t take long. When the bride requests a drink on her wedding day, she gets priority. Thea laid out their shots, pouring one for herself. The three held their tiny glasses in hand, raising it together until they clinked. All at once there was a cry of, “Cheers!” and they necked the shot.

After wiping at their lipstick and feeling that warm alcohol making its way down, Thea took the empty glasses to the dishwasher with a, “Cheers, Bridget. Enjoy the rest of your night.” She leant over the bar to give Bridget a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve said it already, but let me say it again, you are the most gorgeous bride I’ve ever seen.”

With a roll of her eyes, a blushing Bridget said, “So says the model.”

“So she knows her stuff!” Delilah called out, putting her arm around Bridget. “She’s right! God, I’d marry you, you look so gorgeous.”

Grinning at Thea, Bridget said, “Thanks, Hun.” As Thea went back to the busy bar work, Delilah and Bridget took their last shot. With a fiery look in her eye and the hint of a calculated smirk, Bridget leant in close to Delilah and said, “So, we’re a couple of drinks in now, tell me, has anyone been catching your eye?”

As Delilah rolled hers, Bridget swept her gaze across the room, where they landed on Bobby and Gary dancing to ‘Livin La Vida Loca’ together. The girls giggled at the sight before Delilah glanced wistfully away, doing her one hundredth sweep of the crowd that night for someone, anyone, that she didn’t know who was cute enough, but like the other ninety-nine times she’d done so there was no one… to… catch her eye ─wait, just who was that guy?

Dark brown hair with dyed blond tips, handsome enough that Delilah was baffled she hadn’t noticed him before. He was men’s-watch-and-perfume model handsome, the type of handsome that could sell handsome to other men like a promise. As shivers ran through her body top to toe, Delilah really kicked herself over not having spotted him before.

She was in the midst of waiting out to see if anyone else ─ perhaps an equally stunning woman who happened to be his date ─ showed up beside him, but by the time Bridget elbowed her in the side, the handsome stranger was still alone at the bar, watching the dancefloor and bobbing his head to the music.

“Who is that?” Delilah whispered, the words spilling out in a rush like she was trying to make up for never having known this human existed before now. She leant in close to Bridget, standing ever straighter.

A frown crossed Bridget’s face as she eyed him from across the bar. “I have no clue. He must be one of Gary’s work mates we only invited to the dance. He is cute. You should go say hello.”

Delilah barked out a laugh. “Right. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck, I’ve got to. He’s too fucking hot to leave him standing on his own like that. I have to do something about it. Also, I better not mention that I’m Gary’s twin sister.”

Bridget threw her an agreeing look.

After a moment of steeling herself, Delilah cast a wink to Bridget and then she headed over. She grabbed a full champagne glass on her way, her sight and mission on one thing and one thing only. She clocked the moment he spotted her coming; he must have seen her out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant he was standing up straight, eyes locked on hers, wearing a smile that lit up his face. It was infectious and Delilah was smiling brightly, her sexy smoulder having slipped off, by the time she got to the bar next to him.

Delilah put on hand on the bar to support herself as she squared up to him confidently. They were standing intimately close to one another, less like strangers and very much like that was the last thing they wanted to be with one another.

“I don’t know you,” Delilah said, breaking the ice the simplest way she could.

There was a flash of something behind his eyes before as smooth as butter he replied, “Is this you saying you want to? Cause I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“I guess so. I’m Delilah, what about yourself?” she asked.

He held his hand out for her to shake. When her warm fingers circled his, he replied, “Bruno. It’s nice meeting you, Delilah. How many ‘What’s it like in New York City?’ jokes can I get in before it’s too many?”

“One less than two, so I guess your quota is already up unfortunately,” she replied, jokingly sympathetic before letting out a small laugh.

“No worries,” he grinned, leaning onto the bar next to her hand, getting more comfortable. “I’m a professional fool, so making jokes is my speciality, and I get the feeling you’ve heard all the New York jokes before.”

Delilah nodded. “And it only gets worse when I say that working in New York is my dream.”

Bruno winced with much exaggeration. In a pained, strained tone he said, “That’s so cool, I don’t have any jokes in my fodder for this, so it’s fine, totally cool.”

She couldn’t help laughing. As Delilah eased up next to him she realised she wanted nothing more than to be charmed by him. “I solemnly swear to make no jokes regarding not talking about you, in solidarity.”

“That’s like half my material now,” Bruno said, deadpan. When Delilah laughed hard, he joined in, his eyes sparkling as he watched her. “I’m kidding ─ about that part, not about the jokester thing. I’m actually a comedian. Part-time.”

“Well, you’ve successfully made me laugh the whole conversation, but it’s been about what, thirty seconds?”

“I’m just glad I don’t have you laughing after thirty seconds for a whole other reason.”

Again, Delilah was left laughing hard. She pressed a hand to his chest, not wanting to move away, realising how badly she wanted to get closer to him.

“Let me get another round in,” Bruno said, flagging down Thea. He popped his near empty pint glass down closer to her as she approached and Delilah let her hand trail to Bruno’s waist as they both faced into the bar, the small sliver of space between them quickly eaten up. Bruno’s arm fell over her shoulders and he seemed to be ignoring the weirdly pointed look Thea was giving him. “Another pint please, Thee,” he said, the little nickname for her clueing Delilah in that they obviously knew each other.

A swirl of jealousy quickly ebbed away as Delilah paid close attention to the smile fighting in the corner of Thea’s mouth. Thea surely wouldn’t be even mildly happy to see Bruno flirting with her if there was anything going on there. They were friends at the very least.

Bruno looked at Delilah. “And what do you fancy?”

“A tall glass of water,” she said, eyeing him right up as she did, but quickly Delilah moved on, leaving him with a puffed-up chest and a little more package in his pants than a second before. “I’ll have a red wine please, Thea.”

“Sure thing, Delilah,” Thea said before getting busy.

While she worked on their drinks, Bruno asked, “Oh, so you know Thee?”

Delilah shrugged. “Not overly. What about you?”

“Yeah, we’re mates,” he said. “Do you want a seat?” He offered the one just behind him.

“You take that one,” she said, giving him a gentle shove onto it before she turned to the person on the nearest stool behind her. It was occupied, but she wasn’t fussed. “Uncle Graham, I need this seat,” she told him in a sweet voice that was used to getting its own way.

With a harumph, Uncle Graham got up and took his pint with him. Delilah shuffled the stool close to Bruno’s as he edged himself back up to her. They hadn’t lost any of their before intimacy, with their legs tuned in to face one another, Delilah’s planted between Bruno’s wide open ones. He laid one hand down her thigh, ever so gently, his fingers brushing up her tight fabric of her dress.

Thea handed them their drinks with a knowing smile before getting back to the other patrons.

“So, how do you know the happy couple?” Delilah asked. She wanted to keep talking to him, and was happy to spend the rest of the night in his company.

“I, uh,” Bruno started, “I don’t really know them that well, truth be told. I know, uh, Bridget?” He said her name with so much uncertainty. “The bride, right?”

Delilah smiled knowingly. “Yup, Bridge is our lovely Bride today, and I’m Gary’s sister.” There was a nod from Bruno but no recognition behind his eyes at the name, so Delilah smiled wider and told him, “The groom.”

And like that, Bruno gasped. “Oh, damn, your brother is the one getting married?”

Smiling and nodding at having got him caught up to speed with her, she graciously said, “Yes. Well, twin brother.”

“Damn, a twin. Well, if he’s identical to you then Bridget is one lucky lady.”

Chuckling once more, Delilah said, “Oh stop it, you,” with a grin that wasn’t going to leave anytime soon, “but don’t really.”

“Gladly,” he vouched, subtly inching that bit closer until Delilah’s knees weren’t just pressed up against him, but beginning to more accurately be sat on him.

And that’s when her own name pierced through the bubble they were in; sharp and foreboding, there was only one creature on this earth who could have made Delilah’s blood run cold like that, who could have made the hairs on her arm stand on end.

“Lilah,” Juliet screeched, barrelling through the crowd despite their attempts to part for her one-woman stampede.

Groaning internally, Delilah tried not to look like she’d be okay with the ground swallowing her up. Or that she’d rather it swallowed her mother up. She couldn’t help the small grind of her teeth however, and greeted her mother with as much enthusiasm as she would greet her high-school bully. So there was really no difference.

Juliet strode on over with her nose high in the air like she was hunting by smell. Voice high-pitched, she took Bruno in with an exaggerated sweep, showing exactly what she thought of his patterned shirt and jeans, as she asked Delilah distastefully, “Who’s this?”

Bruno got to his feet and extended his hand politely towards Juliet. “Um, I’m Bruno. Bruno Kaminski. Lovely to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Juliet asked, barely letting more than the tips of her fingers touch his hand. Once she let go, she took a moment to glance around until her eyes fell on a napkin on the bar. With a lot of animation, she made a show of wiping her hand on it before leaving the crumpled piece on the bar for someone else to clean up.

As Delilah pretended not to notice Bruno wiping his sweaty hand down his jeans, she answered for him, hoping to take the majority of her mother’s attention. “Bruno, mum. He’s a… friend.”

She was wary of explaining that Bruno was wedding crashing in case Juliet had him thrown out. She knew Bridget and Gary would be cool with it, but would rather stop the scene from happening at all.

Immediately Juliet was on it. She threw out at them all her whims and thoughts with rapid fire, not allowing either Delilah or Bruno a minute to think. “What type of friend? I’ve never heard you talking about any ‘Bruno’ before. You can’t just invite whoever you like to your brother’s wedding. Why haven’t you let me meet him before? This isn’t how you introduce a boy to the family, Lilah. What will your Nan think? What will Bridget think? This is her wedding, she doesn’t want some random man here she’s never met before!”

“He’s just a friend, mum. We were just catching up.” Delilah’s words came out with far more exasperation than she’d meant.

“Couldn’t you have done it on any other of the three-hundred-and-sixty-four days of the year? Why do you have to do it on your brother’s time and money?”

Delilah’s tongue was poking sharply against the inside of her cheek as she stood there nodding along to her mother’s words, too bridled with heat to allow herself to listen to more.

Before Delilah could reply, Juliet fired at Bruno, her head bobbing a little too patronisingly, and asked him, “And what exactly is it that you do, Bruno?”

The way she said it sounded a lot like she expected him to say he was unemployed and made it clear how she thought about that.

“I’m a comedian ─” He began, but the quick way Juliet’s ire turned to a condescending scoff left him floundering.

Juliet said nothing more to him, but threw a look at her daughter. “Come on, darling, Bridget said they’re going to cut the cake and I said I would find you and River.”

She strode back off without checking that Delilah was following. She wasn’t. Instead Delilah turned to Bruno, feeling both embarrassed and deflated.

“Sorry about her, she can be a bit of a dragon,” Delilah said.

“Hey, no worries,” Bruno said, his smile obviously forced and for her benefit. “If anything, being confronted by a scary mother the first time I meet the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is really good for my stand-up. Having said that, please tell me your dad isn’t half as scary as your mum.”

“Is it more or less awkward if I tell you my dad left before I ever really knew him?”

“Um I’m gonna hedge with more awkward,” Bruno said, smacking his lips and hissing through his teeth. “I could make it worse with an inappropriate joke, but I try not to lean into that stuff.”

“Would you do it just for me?”

He took her hands and held her close. With joking endearment, he told her, “I would do anything for you, Delilah. Name it.”

Delilah realised she was fluttering her lashes, a flurry of something both light and heavy whirling within her as Bruno held her. It was easy to look into his blue eyes and have the world around them wash away. He really was beautiful, and he hadn’t been scared off by Juliet which was a rarity.

“Kiss me,” she said.

His lips split into a smile, the corners curling up to his eyes, making him look serene. “What was that?” He asked like he hadn’t quite heard her.

“I said kiss me, Bruno Kaminski.”

RIVER: clandestine meetings

Upstairs was nothing but a dark room with a chair, a double bed and a small bathroom.

Against her better judgement, River allowed Noah to take her by the hand and lead the way through the empty employees' passage, the both of them sneaking onto the second floor between giggles and kisses. Every time her mind would scream at her for getting herself into trouble and try to convince her of leaving, Noah would kiss her shoulder or bite her earlobe, making her body want to stay.

In the end, she listened to her body, letting her mind get foggier and foggier each time Noah touched her in a way that friends shouldn't. The dull reminder that he had a wife was long gone from her mind just as the physical reminder was gone from his finger. Now it was her coat hanging on a chair, her bare feet on the wooden floor, her hand pulling him by the tie and her dress rolled too high up for them to play innocent.

He pressed her against the wall and that's when River was done for. Her hands had a mind of their own, finishing untying his already loose tie and teasingly undoing every single button of his shirt. You should stop, the voice in her head told her again, but she dismissed it as soon as she felt the warmth of his bare chest brushing her nipples through her silky dress. She could breathe, feel, taste him — he was everywhere, raising her pulse and making her want him more.

Exploring her skin and curves as if it was the first time he had ever touched someone else, Noah's hand ran along her body. They fell back to her hips, sliding lower, and at the same time, he pulled from the kiss, panting. Their eyes locked and River could see a fire in his hazel eyes that for sure mirrored her own. With ease, he hauled her up, carrying her to the bed on the other side of the room before lowering her onto the mattress.

His lips found her neck at the same time his fingertips found her zipper. He carefully slid it down, freeing her frame as she pulled her straps down and took her dress off, revealing her bare breast to his sight. She threw it on the floor, not minding at all where it would fall, watching as his hungry eyes took her in again. 

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her in a soft whisper, almost as if he was trying to wrap his head around the thought that she was real. He held her hand, bringing her wrist to his lips and leaving kisses as he trailed up her arm.

When he glanced back at her, River's breath caught in her throat, a feeling of pure bliss pouring through her. She had never seen someone looking at her like that. Noah's eyes were filled with a desire that could burn her skin if she would let it, almost as if he was physically incapable of paying attention to anything that wasn't her. She felt his hand grab her thigh and his thumb nonchalantly caressing its inner side, sending shivers down her back. Had she ever felt so wanted, she couldn't remember when.

"Come here," she said, grabbing him by the chin and bringing him in for another kiss, this time more desperately. She parted her lips and her legs, bringing them to each of his sides, letting him take up all the space between them both. His hands moved again, this time with purpose. He made a trail towards her breasts, cupping them and rolling her already hard nipples between his fingers. She bit his lower lip, breaking off the kiss with a giggle before fluttering her eyes shut and hanging her head back, displaying herself to him fully.

He took pleasure in it, she thought, when his lips followed the path of his hands. River had a hand behind herself, holding her in position, and the other on Noah's hair. She felt his lips lowering down, briskly kissing the tattoo under her breast as if it was calling to him, making her skin tingle. A plea drew out of her in the shape of a moan, prompting Noah's fingertips to dig deeper into her skin, holding her tougher, and his lips got quicker.

Lower and lower, his kisses were now hot and wet on her skin. He teased her inner thigh, biting and sucking in order to leave a mark, so damn recklessly that it made her gasp. An almost chuckle flew out of him but it died out forthwith as soon as he moved his thumb over her underwear.

She bucked her hips, allowing him to take her last piece of clothing off. Soon enough he was hovering over her centre again, his breath already enough to make her shudder. She could not remember the last time she wanted something as bad as she wanted him and, when he finally took her by his mouth, she was sure she had seen stars.

His tongue parted her open, inciting a hum of approval as her eyes rolled back. She pulled him by his hair but that didn't stop the teasing of his flickery tongue. Instead, it instigated a torturous pace of circles and patterns on her clit. She gasped, pushing him down to her and grasping the sheets.

"Oh, fuck," she whined and he groaned in response, sending waves of heat to her core. One of his rough hands pressed her thighs again, before moving to her entrance, while the other prompted her legs to spread even wider. 

Bringing his eyes back to hers, he pushed a finger inside, unleashing a long, high moan out of her as she closed her eyes shut. He pumped in and out, lips still working on her clit, and she rolled her hips against his face, matching his own pace.

"Noah," River called for him and she could swear to god she felt him smile.

She gasped when a second finger joined the other. He curled them, striking exactly where she wanted him most, turning her into a whimpering mess. "Fuck, fuck, ffffuckkkk…" She felt the pressure build and build, pushing his head onto her and rolling her hips harder.

And then it burst and she collapsed, as an explosion took over her body in the shape of tiny spasms and her groan broke the silence. If the sound was too loud, Noah didn't mind. He worked her through her peak and back down, again and again, until there was nothing else to her than crying moans and trembling legs.

He climbed back to her lips, kissing her softly. River kissed him back, arms surrounding his neck and bringing him closer. She could still feel her muscles twitching when he broke the kiss off, crawling out of the bed so he could take off the rest of his clothes.

River propped herself on her elbows, tilting her head and combing her hair to the side. "Are you planning to strip for me?" She taunted, wetting her lips with her tongue to a smirk that Noah mirrored.

"We will have to keep that for next time," he chuckled, turning away from her to grab a condom by the nightstand.

Next time? River wondered, suddenly aware that this, what they had, might never happen again. That she would never feel so wanted, so desired again. A need for him filled her and she crawled to him, moving out of the bed and standing behind him on her tiptoes, kissing his toned figure with more than passion… she had affection, kissing his neck and scratching his back, watching as goosebumps formed beneath her touch.

"Is everything ok?" He asked her in a whisper, almost as if he was too afraid of breaking their spell.

"Sit down," she whispered back.

She pulled him carefully to sit in front of her, eyes running up and down his body. Holding him by his chin, she raised his face, exposing his neck to her kisses once again as she positioned her knees on each side of his thighs, straddling him.

He engulfed her, hands grabbing her ass as hers held his face. She kissed him, positioning herself before pressing his tip on her centre. "Fuck," he groaned between kisses. Tantalised, she slowly slid down, the delicious stretch of him inside her inciting a moan out of her that matched a groan of his own as he rested his forehead against her skin. "You feel so good…"

River never thought she was one to enjoy the praise but having Noah like that had set her body on fire. She ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it back so he could see her wholly as she started moving her hips. She held him by the knees, supporting herself so she could lean back and reach the perfect spot.

Tiny whimpers mixed with his name escaped her mouth as if that was the only sound she could make right now. That must have turned on a switch inside Noah because he carelessly brought her closer, not minding the sudden roughness of his motions, took one of her breasts to his mouth and used his hand to grab the other, rolling her nipple against his palm, never once faulting her gaze.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried out, over and over again, trying to keep the pace but it had turned sloppy, her legs feeling weaker and weaker. Taking control, Noah thrust deep inside her, building and building the pressure again, until…

He pulled out. River protested with a loud groan but he left her breasts and grabbed her hair, pushing her to another kiss. She whined, hips searching for him again. Instead of giving her what she wanted, though, Noah slapped her ass and cupped it, fingers finding her centre and parting her again, replacing his cock.

"Noooo," she whimpered.

"What do you want, Riv?" He curled his fingers while still stroking her. "Tell me…"

"Fuck you," she soughed. He had stopped the movements completely now, raising one eyebrow, and she groaned again, moving her hips into his fingers. Prick, she thought of saying, but it took one touch of him to ignite her soul again. He could convince her of everything, so she had to relent. "Fuck me."

"Look at me." He held her by her chin, pressing her cheeks. His voice implied everything but that this was a question. She obeyed him, snapped her blue eyes at him and watched her messy reflection on them. "Beg for it."

He let the grip on her face and pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty and missing his touch, even if she could still feel him everywhere. River leaned forward, with her lips right next to his ear. Two could play this game and she was fucking good at it.

"Please, Noah, fuck me," she said, each and every word pronounced carefully. "Just like I know you've been wanting for months now."

“All fours. Bed. Now, ” he muttered under his breath.

With a bite on his earlobe, she diligently obeyed him, positioning herself face down, ass up, legs almost shaking as she bit down her lower lip in anticipation, a smirk playing on it just with the thought of him behind her. Yet, when she felt the heat from his hand slamming her cheeks, she couldn’t refrain from the whine that flowed from her throat.

“Good girl,” he commended behind her. She could hear the absolutely pleased grin he had on his lips and she hated how much that turned her on. In a silent supplication, she arched her back more and more, close to begging him to be back inside her.

He rested his hand over her ass in a tight grip while the other dug deep on one side of her hips. Her heart hammered in her chest and she leaned back again, hips moving on their own accord. She felt the pressure of his tip against her core once more and parted her legs to his pleasure before he pushed inside her steadily.

“Fuck, so tight…” he gasped over her moan. And if he had been gentle before, that was long lost as soon as he started thrusting inside her. He was merciless, so hard and so fast River doubted she would last more than a few seconds without breaking. Even so, she didn’t want him to stop. 

She brought a hand to her mouth, trying desperately to keep quiet so they wouldn’t get caught — or, even worse, interrupted. However, Noah had other plans. He didn’t seem to care about the sound. Instead, he slowed his pace down and reached for her arm, bringing one after the other to her back, keeping them locked behind her.

“I wanna hear you,” he told her before slamming her ass with his hand again, drawing a loud, breathless whimper out of her and raising the tempo of his thrusts. He pushed her face into the sheets, each thrust making the fabric brush against her nipples.

“God, Noah,” she muttered. “Ffffuckkkk.”

His hand let her arms free only to take her hair hostage this time. He took hold of it, pulling her by her strands so she would be kneeling, her back almost touching his chest. She turned to face him, his other hand pulling one of her legs up, reaching deeper. 

“Yes!” She cried out, nodding desperately. “Right there, just like that. Oh, my god.”

She gasped, feeling the pressure build again, more and more and more… until it crashed onto her, a loud, lustful sound coming from her chest and falling from her lips. She could feel him everywhere, deep inside her as he kept thrusting, riding her through her climax. Hands holding her together when her legs were about to fail her. Breath against her ear getting sharper and sharper as he followed her over the edge. Fingertips sunk on her skin when he finally unloaded inside her.

River ran her fingers through her hair, sweat dripping from its ends as it moved away from her chest. She could barely keep herself steady, legs trembling. There was silence for an instant, only broken by the sounds of their breaths out of their compass. 

“Fuck,” he gasped.

River tried to catch her breath and leaned against his chest as her own moved up and down, synching the beat of her heart. “You can say that again.”

He laughed, hands relaxing as he turned her to face him properly and brought her to a kiss, much sweeter than the others. She circled his neck, smiling into the kiss, and he reflected her movements, embracing her waist with his arms.

Noah broke the kiss off, resting his forehead against hers, and looking down at her body. His thumb caressed her underboob tattoo again, tingling her skin.

“I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit,” he read out loud, looking up at her. “Dorian Gray.” She nodded, and he smirked, kissing her softly again.

“It’s pretty accurate if you ask me."

THEA: good friends

Watching the party that was still going in full-swing on the dancefloor, Thea shook her head a little, an indulgent smile pulled at her lips. She didn’t mind pitching in and working the bar when fucking Rocco left them in the lurch on such short notice. There were two bartenders from the catering service helping with the fancy cocktails, but all the beer and shots were coming out of The Sterling and they needed someone to keep an eye on everything. Naturally, Thea had volunteered.

She grabbed her phone and looked at the texts she’d exchanged with her fiancée a while ago when she’d let her know she would probably be working until very late ─ or very early, depending on how one looked at it. Talia had replied commiserating on her situation:

Tals ❤️: if it makes you feel better I’m also working on my deadline mess well into the night xx

Thea: look at us such a hardworking couple xx

She put her phone away and got back to serving drinks, but it wasn’t long before she saw one of her colleagues walking through the crowd towards her. The Asian girl with bright red hair had left a few hours ago after the reception dinner as she’d had other plans for the evening, so Thea was surprised to see her making her way behind the counter.

“Hey, girl.” Thea said with a smile and a somewhat confused frown. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had a date or something.”

“I did,” Gabi replied with a sigh. “But he’s not replying to any of my texts or calls for a few hours now.”

“Is he that idiot you found out was married?” Thea raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Separated actually, and he’s getting a divorce.” The other woman clarified with a roll of her eyes. “But yeah, I should’ve known not to get my hopes up. Anyway, I figured instead of sitting at home feeling dejected I’d pop in here and help you out.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that,” Thea said with a smile, giving her a quick side hug.

“It’s not all out of the kindness of my heart,” Gabi said with a light laugh. “I figure if that fucker’s gonna ghost me I might as well try my luck with one of Bridget’s uni friends.” She gave her a wink then nudged her hip with her own. “Now go on, have some fun at the party, you’ve worked enough for the night.”

Thea thanked her with a bright smile. She quickly mixed up two cocktails then came out from behind the counter and made a beeline for the bride, who was practically the centre of attention as she danced and laughed with everyone around her. She loved Bridget, as she was not only a good boss but her friend, and there was no one with quite her infectious energy and good humour.

“Hey, babes!” Thea greeted her with a bright smile as she swept one arm across her back and shoulders, careful not to spill the drinks.

“Honey-Tee!” Bridget beamed back as she swayed a little and threw her own arms around her. “You’re finally here! Come dance with me!”

“You can thank Gabi for that, she came to relieve me of bar duty for a bit.” The taller woman said with a small laugh even as she gave her a one-arm hug back before pulling back to look at her face. “By the way, here.” She said, offering one of the drinks in her hands.

“Ughhh, you’re the absolute sweetest!” Bridget said, taking the glass and immediately sucking on the straw. “You and Gabi are the best, I can’t believe you had to work tonight. You were supposed to be partying with me!”

“Yeah, we should’ve known we couldn’t count on Rocco,” she replied with a small of her eyes, causing the bride to huff loudly. “But don’t worry, I’m having my share of fun.”

“You should be having way more fun. You know what? That’s it, I’m firing his ass,” Bridget declared with a solemn look that was completely ridiculous when paired with her inebriated state.

“Don’t make any decisions while you’re drunk,” Thea cautioned her with a laugh.

“I’m not that drunk,” Bridget countered, her nose wrinkling up in protest. “And don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing, coming over and tricking me into drinking a virgin mojito!”

Thea gasped theatrically at that. “I would never!”

“I’ve been mixing drinks for a decade, Honey-Tee! You can’t trick me!” She countered, wagging a finger back at her, but she was still smiling and sucking on the straw of her drink despite her protests.

She snickered back a little. “I know you had cake, but that was hours ago. You need some sugar to go with all that booze. Trust me, you’re gonna thank me later when you get to the honeymoon suite, babes.” Thea said with a salacious wink, causing her friend to burst into giggles.

“Oh God,” Bridget huffed out, then she stepped closer and cupped her hand around her ear, lowering her voice ─ but probably not as much as she thought she was. Thankfully the loud music around them made it unlikely that anyone else heard her next words. “What if I told you I already had my way with Gary in my office?”

“I’d say it’s nothing less than I would expect from you two,” Thea said with a laugh, shaking her head a little.

“As if you wouldn’t! And by the way, where’s that gorgeous fiancée of yours?”

“Hey, you just got married!”

“I still have eyes!”

“Eh, can’t really blame you, she’s ridiculously fit.”

“You two are such a hot couple!”

They laughed, dancing around and joking easily with each other. Thea got easily swept into the partying and as she looked around she couldn’t help but notice that it was a while now since she’d last seen her best friend and the Maid of Honour.

Hmmm interesting.

DELILAH: sparkling

Bruno kissed her in the main room; he kissed her out in the back hallway; they kissed up against the door to the apartment that wouldn’t open; he kissed her as they made their way outside, through the fire escape and into the empty car park, under the stars as they sparkled in the dark sky, coming out to make the evening more enchanted than it already was.

There was a confidence in his kiss that she knew was only part alcohol; the slow, deliberate movements of a man who knew precisely what he was doing. It only made her want him more, urging him closer with her legs around his waist. Even without the hard bulge in his jeans, she could tell he wanted her just as badly, the desperate squeeze of his fingers into her thighs making her see stars with each subtle grind of his hips.

She could fuck him right there, against the car park wall, the risk of being caught making it ever the more exciting, but she wanted him exposed. She wanted to see all of him, not just a peek of him through his zipper. She wanted his naked chest to hers, his hands on her body; she wanted those delicious lips to part as she stripped for him, showing her just how badly he wanted her. 

As if he was right there in her imagination, he groaned deeply into the kiss, gently biting her lip, and dropping his lips to her neck. Delilah moaned a soft approval, twisting her hand through his hair as his lips hungrily grazed over her skin.

“Get in the car,” she whispered, and he let one of her legs fall back to the ground. 

With a final thrust up against her, he groaned back, “Yes, ma’am.”

Delilah bit back a grin, realising how much she liked it. It was insanely cold out; her bare skin was freckled in goose pimples, her nipples hard through the soft material of her dress. She delighted in the way Bruno eyed them as she made her way to the one car she knew was never locked.

It was Bobby’s but she knew he wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. He wouldn’t leave early for anything, so they had as much time as she dared. Still, Delilah wasn’t about to waste any time. Not when she had Bruno and her thighs were burning this hot.

Delilah couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this overcome by lust, but he just looked so damn good. His hair was unruly from her wandering hands, his lips swollen, his once-sparkling eyes now darkened by his own imagination. His weight on top of her after they climbed into the backseat was more intoxicating than anything she’d had to drink that night, as was the feeling of his breath on her skin as he resumed his trail of kisses down her neck. 

Her hand moved on its own, edging between their bodies as he rocked against her, deftly undoing his jeans, and slipping into his underwear. They breathed a coordinated moan, his in pleasure, hers in delight at his positively glorious size. She gently rolled her hand over his tip, teasing him, and she felt his kisses on her neck slow to a stop. Bruno must’ve liked what she was doing, because he’d lost all concentration, his needy groans heavy in her ear as she flirted her hand up and down his length.

“God,” he whispered, brushing his lips gently against her cheek. “That feels so good.”

Her pace quickened like her heart rate, watching his eyes flutter shut as she stroked him. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his as he groaned his approval into her. But in place of the passionate, controlled kisses, these were ravenous, biting at her lip, before hungrily kissing down her neck once more. 

Bruno's hand moved back to her thigh, and he wasn’t gentle, pushing her dress up to her hips and sliding his hand between them. He didn’t hesitate to move her underwear aside, masterfully circling his fingers around her clit as he softly groaned at her wetness. He pressed one, then two inside her, and Delilah tried to talk herself out of replacing them with his cock. She still had her hand wrapped around him, so she matched his pace, letting him control the speed as they moved in unison.

Suddenly, a light flicked on, and Bruno’s head shot up. 

“Someone’s coming,” he gasped. 

“Is it you?” Delilah teased, as he shot her a playfully disapproving look.

“No,” he laughed, dropping his head back down to her shoulder, trying to stay out of view.

Still giggling away, Delilah muttered out, “Fuck. If we get caught─”

Before she could even finish ─ what a habit that was becoming ─ Bruno added, “How far is your place?”

THEA: crash & burn

Damn those drinks and Bridget’s comments for getting me all hot and bothered.

Thea sent Talia a quick text letting her know she was on her way. Earlier when she’d thought she would have to stay until the party ended she’d let her fiancée know she would crash at her own apartment, but now she had other plans in mind. And she was certain Talia wouldn’t have any objections.

What is it with everyone ghosting everyone today? 

She couldn’t help but think with a silly chuckle to herself when she got no reply to her text. But maybe Talia had gone to bed already so she tried calling her when she got close to her place. There was no reply, but Thea was unconcerned, thinking of all the fun ways she could wake her up in the middle of the night.

She let herself in using her key, frowning a little in surprise at finding all the lights on in the front hall and in the living room. “She cannot possibly still be working…” Thea murmured softly to herself as she left her bag on the coat hanger by the door and turned her wrist to check the time on her watch.

She wondered if maybe Talia was handling a bigger publishing emergency than she’d thought. She passed by the empty office where she could see clear signs that she’d been working until recently, as her laptop was still open next to a mug of coffee and several papers that littered the desk. As she absentmindedly walked through the apartment in search of her, Thea suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway as her foot caught on something. A shoe.

A man’s shoe.

What happened next was like an out-of-body experience. She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest and an icy feeling rushing down her spine, chilling her to the bones. She felt hot and cold at once, and she was suddenly hyper-aware, as she could feel the blood rushing through her veins even though her vision seemed a little blurry at the edges. She felt rooted to the spot for what seemed like ages, then her legs moved almost of their own accord as she continued down the hall. She barely blinked when she saw a jacket thrown on the floor in front of the closed bedroom door.

The roar in her ears was so loud that surely other people would be able to hear it and it took her a moment to register the noises coming from inside the room: soft moans, gasped words and little creaks of the mattress that pierced through the fog clouding over her mind. It didn’t seem real as she stepped forward and pushed the door open, the sight that met her eyes, something she’d never thought possible.

“Oh god, oh god…” She could hear her voice, that voice that she loved so much, in the same tone that always managed to spread out tendrils of pleasure over her own body at the thought that she was the one causing that reaction, but that now only pierced through Thea’s heart like a dagger.

“Oh my god!” Another, more gravelly, voice suddenly exclaimed in alarm as green eyes met Thea’s dark ones and she finally snapped out of it.

She turned away and headed down the hallway aimlessly as she heard muttered curses and a scramble of movement back in the bedroom. Thea turned this way and that but she still wasn’t sure what she was doing. She felt like she was going to be sick.

“Thea, oh my god, babe.” Talia said as she came out of the bedroom wrapping a robe around her. “I swear, it’s not what it seems.”

“It’s not─” Thea stuttered as she drew up short and turned to look at her. “It’s not what it seems?! Talia, I just caught you riding a man into fucking oblivion on your bed! What the fuck is that supposed to be?”

The other woman flinched at her words as she tied a haphazard knot at her waist and reached her hands forward, but Thea stepped back out of her reach. “What I mean is that I never meant to do this, I don’t know how this happened─”

“You don’t know how this happened? For fuck’s sake Talia, you don’t just fall on some guy’s dick like you’re taking a walk and trip down on a sidewalk!”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking─”

“You weren’t─!” She turned around, running a hand through her hair and caught sight of the hastily dressed man as he snuck past them down the hallway, stooping to retrieve his shoe. “And you! How could you do this? You knew she was in a relationship with someone, you knew we were engaged!”

He stopped, his pained green eyes avoiding her accusing stare as he glanced away, one hand rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeah I─ I’m sorry, you’re right.” He let out a sigh then raised his eyes to her. “I don’t have any excuses, it just happened…”

“It just happened.” Thea repeated in a cold tone as she crossed her arms over her chest, as if she could protect herself with the gesture, but at the same time she wanted to face him, she wanted him to know she wasn’t letting him off the hook, either. “You just happened to fuck her? Your own boss, Suresh?”

He grimaced and looked away again, making a vague gesture over his shoulder. “Look, I think I should leave you to─”

“Yeah, you should. Get the fuck out of my sight.” She didn’t care if this was Talia’s place, she couldn’t stand being around him anymore.

He slinked away down the hallway and they barely heard the front door close as Talia kept on supplicating and trying to explain how they had come to this, but Thea kept pacing away, out of her reach as her eyes burned and she felt like a scream was trapped in her throat. She wanted to rage, she wanted to break things, she wanted to fall asleep and wake up to realise this was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

But it couldn’t be a nightmare. This pain was too real. It was stealing her breath, suddenly flaring into anger then simmering down into despair before cycling back over as the tears spilled from her eyes. And she knew deep down in her heart that for as much as she’d loved Talia before this had happened, there was nothing she could say that would fix this now. It was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed and Thea would never trust her again.

And if she couldn’t trust her…

“I have to go.” She said, her voice suddenly calm as a few silent tears still coursed down her cheeks and fell to the floor, but she finally felt like she could breathe now and she knew this was it.

“Thea, please, we can talk about it. We can work this out. You have to let me show you how sorry I am and make it up to you, because I am so sorry─”

“It doesn’t matter.” Thea interrupted her with a half-shrug, a resigned expression on her face. “It’s over, Talia. We’re over.”

The other woman let out an anguished sob, as if she could hear the finality in her voice. Talia’s hands trembled as she reached out to her, but once again Thea stepped away and didn’t let her touch her. She removed the ring from her left hand, placing it on top of the kitchen counter before she grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

[sometreescantbeclimbed]

Valentina,

I was expecting you to break things off the other day. I had a sense that something significant had changed and that you were pulling away. I tried not to worry, but I worried. I didn’t want to pressure you, so I gave you space, as I always have. I waited and I tried to prepare for what might come.

In a way I think I have been trying to prepare myself for our end since before we ever began. But it didn’t work. I wasn’t prepared. Losing you is devastating. I’ve been replaying memories of our time together and it’s heartbreaking to think, that’s it. That’s all I’ll ever have. I’ll always be thinking of you. Always missing you.

Of course I’ve known that building a relationship together was unlikely. I knew the differences between us would make it hard, that I would probably be unwelcome in the rest of your life, that your loved ones would reject me. I thought about this before meeting you, but at the time I wasn’t looking for something serious. I decided it would be a new and interesting experience, one way or another. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting you. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

I’m in love with you Valentina. You’re an extraordinary woman. Your heart and soul are so beautifully sweet, kind, and pure. You’re fun loving and silly, always making me smile. You are strong, resilient, hard working, and your eyes shine with determination. Despite everything you’ve been through, you have not hardened yourself with resentment or anger. You show the courage to remain vulnerable and unbroken. Your smile seems to shine brighter each day as you continue to discover yourself and the world. You’re one of the most remarkable, wonderful people I’ve ever met. I am so lucky to have been close to you. You’re such a good girl. I love you Valentina. I adore you.

It didn’t come all at once. I felt so awkward in the early days, and you were so shy. I spent most of my time worrying about being a gentleman, overthinking everything in an effort to ensure that I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I wondered if the very fact of my interest in you was fundamentally wrong or hurtful to you. Everything about those early days was unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and a little bit scary. I was insecure about my age, looks, body, and everything else about me. 

Meanwhile you were so cool, stylish, confident, and improbable. It felt as if you stepped out of a dream. It was stunning to even know you existed let alone be in your company. It took my breath away the first time I looked into your eyes. That never changed. I never did get used to the pleasure of being in your company or take for granted how fortunate I was to have your attention. I never wanted to.

I tried to play it cool in those first few months, but I was so anxious. I was too busy just trying to figure out how to be my full self with you to think about any long term future between us. I was in suspense. The future was always and only our next date.

Then something started to change. We felt more comfortable with each other. We started to share ourselves below the surface bit by bit. I started to feel more secure that there was potential for something meaningful and significant between us. Suddenly the slow burn that had been our relationship up until that point was ablaze in me. I wanted you. Not for a date, or a kiss, or a night. I wanted you in my life in every way possible. I needed you. I wanted us to need each other.

I’ll never forget the moment that I realized I had fallen for you. One night as you laid asleep next to me, I placed my hand on your heart to feel your breath and the warmth of your body. I watched the pulse flicker in your neck as I came close, burrowing my face in the delicate hairs behind your ear as I kissed you. Your scent seemed to envelop and fill me, as if I was breathing you in with each gentle rise and fall of your delicate body. In that moment, love swept over me. I wanted to own you and be owned by you. I wanted to give myself up so that we could be just one thing together instead of two people apart. I wanted you. I had fallen in love with an impossibility.

I wanted you too much. It was a selfish love. An easy, covetous love. I wanted to call you mine. As my feelings sunk in over the next few weeks, I felt more and more vulnerable. I was nervous about how my feelings would complicate things between us. I was frightened by the idea of losing you. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but I could not let myself. 

I couldn’t say it because I believe that true love is unselfish. It is not possessive or impatient, momentary or contingent. To love is to give and receive without taking and without expectation. Love nurtures without consuming. It exists outside of time. To truly love another requires the strength to set oneself aside, to bask in the death of ego and rid oneself of desire. True love isn’t a choice or a thing, it is an atmosphere, a nourishment, a certainty. It is true.

To honor that truth I think I must say my last goodbye. I love you, I despair at the idea of not seeing you, but I don’t trust myself to be unselfish. I don’t trust that I can set my feelings aside to be your friend. I want what is best for you more than I want anything for myself. I want you to live and to thrive. I don’t want to hold you back from any experience or keep you from exploring yourself and others. If you don’t want me, you deserve to want someone. Go on, I’ll make it on my own.

I wish that I had shown you how I feel. I wish that I gave myself a chance to love you the way that I do. I wish I had been able to say it to you the way I wanted to. I wish I could have held you and kissed you without having to hide my love. I wish, I wish, but wishing doesn’t make it so. I wish I had more to offer than words, but at least now you know. The way for me to care for you now is to let you go, but I will always be here if you need anything. As long as I live, you will be loved.

So that’s it then. That’s how the story ends. Fare thee well, Miss Carousel. I’ll keep the light on.

Yours ever with all my love,

Brian

[otomefoxystar]

Moving Forward Chapter 3 

Fandom : Obey me!

Pairing : Satan X Paisley (OC)

Warnings: None Fluff, cats and wonderwoman

Satan had rallied everyone together for movie night. They laid pillows and blankets all over the living room floor. Beelzebub made an obscene amount of popcorn, occasionally taking handfuls and stuffing them into his mouth. Finally, Paisley came out holding a DVD in her hand with a shy smile. 

“What movie did you pick, sweetheart?” Asmodeus asked 

“Wonder Woman,” she said meekly. Mammon grinned and took the DVD out of Paisley’s hand, and his eyes lit up. “Hey, she’s super hot! Is this a movie from the human world?!” 

All the brothers gathered around Mammon, oogling the photo on the DVD. Paisley giggled at the boys’ reaction. She did love being around them. It brought up feelings in her that she had never felt before. “She is stunning, huh?” She looked at the cover longingly. “Totally!” Asmodeus elbowed Mammon. “What’s wrong with you, Mammon?! Girls are sensitive to that kind of thing…Idiot!”  

“It’s fine, Asmo,” Paisley interjected. “No one is as beautiful and charming as you are, Paisley,” Asmo said, trying to make her feel better. “O-of course! “Mammon said looking regretful.

“It’s okay, Mammon.” Paisley said, “Even I think she’s gorgeous.”

Everyone gathered onto the floor, laying their heads on pillows and cuddling up in blankets, “Have you seen this before, Paisley?” Lucifer asked.

“Nope, I don’t get to see many movies, and I’ve always wanted to see this. She’s so strong and brave. I wish that someday I can be like that.” Satan bit his lip when she said that. What she didn’t realize, though, was that she was brave and strong. While watching the movie, Satan watched her lying next to Levi. They were both completely enamored by the movie for entirely different reasons, but it brought them closer. It’s given them a chance to bond; Strange how things can bring people together. They were both a bit awkward, one obsessed with anime and video games and the other trying to learn how to live with their pain.

Paisley watched on as Levi lay next to her. She wanted to be fearless like Wonder Woman and be able to take on the world. She knew she was too damaged to be able to do that, and she would always have fear in her life. She looked around the room, seeing the brothers lying together and snacking on popcorn. They all seemed so relaxed. Is this how a family should be? A movie night seemed so insignificant, so small, yet it’s what she always wanted. She never had this. 

When the movie was over, Lucifer turned on the lights and began to clean up the living room. Everyone pitched in to help without being asked. Paisley did what she could to help but mainly stayed silent. When the clean-up was done, she said goodnight and hurried off to her room. She turned on the tv like she did every night because if it was too dark, it would remind her of her home...Home? Wasn’t that supposed to be a place where you felt loved and safe around people you love? Well, where she was from definitely was not home, but Devildom was the most homelike place she had ever felt.

There was a soft knock on her door. Satan stood there with a gentle smile on his face, “I wanted to check on you before I went to read.” She opened the door wider and motioned for him to come in. She sat on her bed and looked up at Satan. “Do you love your brothers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. I mean, maybe not Lucifer.” He laughed. “Kidding, I may not get along with him, but he’s still my brother, and I love him.” He sat next to her on her bed. “I’ve never done that before. Have a movie night like that.” He grinned and patted her knee. “Now you have!” 

“Is that what it’s like to be loved? All of you seem so comfortable. It’s not like that with my family. We didn’t have movie nights. We didn’t eat together. I stayed in my room most of the time unless I was told to do chores.”  

“Is that why you’re in your room a lot?” He asked, 

“Probably,  I can only take so much of being around a lot of people. It’s exhausting after a while.”

“Heh, you have that in common with Levi. You should talk to him about it sometime.” She looked down. “I don’t know if I can.” He titled his head. “That’s okay” he put his hands in his pockets. There was a momentary silence between them. “Are you going to sleep?” She nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at the tv. “Do you always sleep with the tv on?” “Yeah, I don’t like it being too dark.”  

“Alright. Well, if you need anything, come find me or text me…Whatever works.” He smiled as he went to leave.

“Satan?” He stopped before he walked out of the room.

“Hm?” 

“Thank you…You don’t have to do this, any of this, really. I’ve lived with it my whole life. I’m sorry I burdened you.” He shut the door and looked at her

“Paisley, I want to do it. I want to help you because I care about you. There is no burden. Stop worrying so much.”

“I can’t help it.” He gave her a sad smile.

“I know you can’t. Do… you want to go out?” She raised her eyebrow 

“Right now?” The right side of his lip pulled upward in a smirk, and he held out his hand for her to take.

“Yes, I want to show you something.” She eyed him suspiciously. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re safe. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the bed. 

Satan guided her down the corridor and opened the front door waiting for her to walk out before he shut the door behind them. “Where are we going?” Satan grinned, but it wasn’t a devious grin that he usually showed his brothers. It came from the heart.“You’ll love it” He dragged her through the town until he finally stopped at the side of a street. “Here, come sit on the ground with me.” Doing as he said, she sat next to him against the wall of a little nook. Then there it was the meowing of several cats. They purred and rubbed against Satan. “Cats?” He smiled and nodded his head. A cat came up to her, meowing and purring as it climbed into her lap and gave her a face bump. “She likes you. These cats only have each other, so I come here every night to feed them and give them attention; sometimes, I read.” She was amazed. She had never been around cats like this before. Not only that, but Satan was showing her a side of himself that she figured he didn’t offer many people.

“I’ve never had a pet, but something about cats just pulls me in.” As he pets the cats, he chuckled, “I knew you’d get it” For the first time, she saw Satan, not the scary avatar of wrath but a person. She looked at him curiously. “Say what’s on your mind.” Paisley shook her head and looked away, but Satan put his warm hand on her. “It’s okay, say it. I want to know.” Paisley swallowed. “I just don’t get it. How is it that you, the powerful avatar of wrath, are so gentle and kind?” He was taken aback, and his face heated up. Hoping she didn’t see him blushing, he cleared his throat. “Me? Kind and gentle? “She nodded her head. “You are with these cats,” she smiled, “and with me.” She said quietly. He was left in wonder. “No one has ever said that about me before.” She grasped his hand tightly. “I see you, Satan” He searched her eyes.

“I don’t know what it is, but there is something about you. You have a gift of seeing people for who they are. Are you use you aren’t a witch? Or maybe you’re actually a demon.” He laughed. “You’re amazing, Paisley” She blushed and shook her head. Satan picked up a cat as it purred. “I think so, and I’m sure these cats think so too. You need to learn to take a compliment.” She bit her lip. “I’ll work on it” Satan smiled “good because you deserve to be complimented.” 

The town was starting to quiet down as the stores closed one by one. Satan cleared his throat. “Are you ready to go?” Satan said as he stood up. “Yeah,” she put a kitten down, and he put his hand out to help her up. “Thank you for sharing this with me, truly.” He gave her a slight nod. “It can be our secret spot. I come here when I need to calm down.”  

When they got back to the house of lamentation, they made their way to her bedroom. “Um … Satan, Do you think you could stay? Just till I fall asleep.” She asked as they stood in the doorway to her room. “Whatever you need” He entered the threshold of her room, closing the door behind him. He turned around as she changed into her pajamas, but looking out the window, the reflection of her standing in nothing but her panties and a tank top caught his eye. Still, out of respect, he looked down. 

After she climbed into bed, she scooted. “Satan, you can turn around now.” She motioned to the bed when he turned around. He sat on the bed next to her as she snuggled under the covers. “can you turn the lights off?” He turned the knob, turning off the light. “I want to thank you.” He looked at her in the dark. “Why? I haven’t done anything.” She scoffed, “You have though Satan. You’ve shown me a world I didn’t know existed. I mean, I knew it existed, but not in my life. I mean it, thank you, Satan.” Paisley’s eyes drew heavy, “You’re welcome.” He said quietly as Paisley drifted off. Satan went to move a piece of hair from her face while the side of his finger touched her soft cheek. “Sweet dreams,” he said as he closed the door holding the doorknob to not wake her up.

He walked down the hall to get a cup of tea before heading off to bed himself. When Asmo yelled his name.

“Satan?!” Jumping, Satan glared at him. “Why are you yelling at me?” Asmodeus got up with a big grin, “Are you sleeping with Paisley?” Satan inhaled deeply. “You’re annoying me, Asmo. Let it go; nothing is going on between us.” Asmo rubbed his chin deep in thought. “You both came out of your room together. Now you’re sneaking out of her room. There’s no way you aren’t sleeping with her.” Satan shrugged his shoulders. “If you mean sleeping by closing your eyes and dreaming, then yes, she fell asleep in my room, and just now we were talking, and she fell asleep.” Asmo crossed his arms, “So you aren’t having sex?” Satan grumbled, “No, Asmo; we aren’t having sex! We are friends, that is all. Now leave me alone before I lose my temper.” He put his hands up. “Okay, okay, I believe you.” He said walking away.

Chapter One Chapter Two

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) He Sees You Wear His Blacks

(Author’s Note:  This is actually how the most recent Crosshair fic “This is War” came to be.  It was originally part of this, but I decided to make it it’s own thing

These are just lil blurbs for each Bad Batcher about you wearing his blacks for the first time.  Enjoy!)

Wrecker:  

   His mouth stretched wide open in a yawn as he made his way through the main hall of the Marauder to his bunk.  After the day the squad had, he was finally ready to settle down for a nap.  His tired eyes widened in pleasant surprise at the sight of you already curled up on his bunk.  You were laid down with eyes closed and hair messily splayed out on the pillow, enjoying a sleep so deep and peaceful that you didn’t stir upon his approach.

   Wrecker’s smile was nearly giddy as he pulled back the covers to climb in next to you and get cozy.  He paused, noticing suddenly that you were wearing his extra set of blacks as pajamas. Though snug on him, the fabric hung loosely on your form, and you had the sleeves rolled up past your wrists.

   It was so cute that Wrecker couldn’t resist leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.  He really hadn’t meant to wake you, but the action drew you from your slumber with a quiet groan.

   “Wrecker?”

   “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.  “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

   You offered a sleepy smile that had his heart thudding at a quicker pace.  “That’s okay.  Cuddle with me?”

   He was beyond happy to grant your request, finally getting settled beside you and pulling the covers up over the two of you.  “You look cute in my blacks,” he commented in a low voice, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek.

   “Yeah?” you yawned.  The new warmth he brought was already lulling you back to sleep.  “You look cute in your blacks too.”

   He chuckled, seeking a kiss with the brush of his nose against yours.  You met his lips in a single, soft peck before snuggling up to his chest, his arm tightening around you.  “Goodnight, _________.”

   “Goodnight, Wrecker,” you mumbled, already drifting.

   Hunter:  

   “Here,” he said, holding out the mass of dark fabric in your direction.  You lifted your gaze to him, mouth pressed in a firm line, and accepted the clothing, being careful not to get it wet.  Hunter couldn’t help but observe you in silent mirth.  The way you stood there with shoulders sagging, clothing drenched, and hair a soggy mess made you look like a damp lothcat.

   He didn’t mean to find amusement in your disheartened state, but part of him admittedly found you adorable.  You were scouting ahead when a downpour hit. You’d arrived back at the Marauder soaked to the bone. Your sleep clothes were hanging in the refresher to dry- it had been time to do some laundry- so Hunter had offered you his extra set of blacks so you could hang the rest of your gear to dry.

   Despite your mood, you caught the glint in Hunter’s eye and couldn’t help but smile.  “What?”

   “Nothing,” he denied evenly, though the corner of his lips were turned upward.

   You gave a playful roll of your eyes before stepping into the refresher to slip out of your damp clothing and into the blacks.  When you’d hung the rest of your clothes to dry beside your pajamas, you emerged from the refresher hugging your form as your body warmed itself up.

   Hunter had already busied himself with giving orders to the squad down the hall, but when his eyes skimmed over you passively he had to stop and do a double-take.  He glanced away momentarily.  “Tech, be sure to keep me updated.”  Then, his gaze was back on you.

   He liked everything about it.  The sight of you wearing his blacks and his scent covering yours, showing everyone else that you were his…

   All previous amusement was completely gone from his expression as Hunter approached, stealing a glance over his shoulder to ensure no one was paying attention before leaning in for a firm kiss, arm wrapping around you to pull you closer.

   “I’ll be sure to let you borrow my blacks more often,” he murmured.

Echo:

   Echo tipped his head back to sip the last of his beverage.  He had to admit, Cid served up some decent drinks.  Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Echo nearly choked on his drink when he took a second look.  There you were, taking a seat next to him at the table, wearing your usual clothes but with the top half of his blacks instead of your own shirt.  His heart went into overdrive.

   He coughed a few times to clear his throat before facing you.

   “Oh, hey,” you greeted, eyes lowering sheepishly.  “I’m sorry I didn’t ask...Is it okay if I borrow this?”

   “Trust me,” he said, his tone heavy with approval.  “I’ve got no problem with that.”

   “You sure?”  The way you looked at him with eyes wide and lips parted in concern left him breathless, which sent him into another coughing fit.  You leaned forward to pat his back gently.  “Love, are you okay?”

   His final sputter turned into a chuckle, and he shook his head.  “I’m fine.  You’re just...you look good.  Beautiful.”

   The smile that spread across your face was stunning, and Echo found himself smiling for the first time today.  You had a habit of doing that to him: changing his grumpy mood entirely.  He watched as you ordered something and got more comfortable in your seat, reaching a hand across the table to rest over his.  He entwined his fingers with yours.  Echo realized that he still hadn’t stopped staring, and he embarrassedly glanced away, feeling very much like a shiny seeing a beautiful woman for the first time all over again.  You’d been dating for some time, and usually he was a little smoother than this.

   “You’re so sweet,” you said, bringing his hand up to kiss it.

   He accepted the token of affection with a reassured smile.  “And you” -he kissed your hand in return- “are welcome to borrow my blacks whenever you’d like.”

Crosshair:

   You quickly pulled on the top half of Crosshair’s extra blacks that had been folded neatly at the end of his mattress.  He’d be done scrubbing his prized rifle quite soon, and you wanted to be found waiting for him upon his return to the bunk.  Once you were cozy in comfy pants and his shirt, you pulled back the covers and crawled in.

   A few minutes later, the door slid open, and Crosshair entered.  He halted, eyes sweeping over you as he stood there.  He seemed to unfreeze when you smiled and held out your hand towards him, beckoning him closer.  He took it and tilted his head down at you.

   “Someone made themselves at home,” he said.  His tone was casual, but you could tell he was pleased-and even amused- by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners in the beginnings of a small smile.

   “Mhm,” you hummed, scooting farther in to make room.  “Care to join me?”

   He released a sigh, as if it was some chore, and climbed into the bunk beside you, though you didn’t miss the smile that finally did appear as he watched you get settled against his chest.  He grasped a bit of the fabric of his blacks between his fingers.

   “Looks good on you.”

   “Yeah?” you glanced up at him, pressing your lips absently to his collarbone.  He took a deep breath, releasing the fabric, and held you tighter in response.  Crosshair didn’t speak for a few minutes, only rested his chin on your head as you buried your face in his shoulder.

   “Yeah,” he finally said, giving you a kiss against your temple.  “Looks good on you.”

   Tech: 

   “I have a hypothesis,” you stated, unfolding the dark fabric that you’d found in a messy heap hanging off the side of his bunk.  You’d brought his blacks back up to the cockpit with you where Tech was busy tinkering on a few things in the co-pilot chair.  The others were off-shift, most likely napping.

   “Oh?” Tech responded without looking up from his project.  “And what’s that?”

   You watched him for a moment from behind the chair.  While you had to admit he looked rather attractive with his broad back to you while he worked so diligently on Wrecker’s busted comm device, you wanted his attention.

   “It’s a secret,” you replied.  His focus gave you the opportunity to slip on the top half of his blacks that you’d found over your tank top.  “I want to conduct an experiment before I tell you.”

   “If I’m made aware of this hypothesis, are you concerned that it will compromise the collection of data?” he finally swiveled the chair to the side so he could peer at you over his shoulder.  It was obvious he noticed you wearing his blacks because his eyes widened ever-so-slightly.

   “Something like that,” you said with a nod.  You approached him, and his eyes moved with you while the smile on his face grew.  Once you were beside him, you casually looked at the repair in progress over his shoulder.  “How’s it coming?”  It took him a minute to tear his gaze from you and glance back down at the device in his hands.

   “It’s coming along rather nicely, I’d say,” he replied.  Then, that cheeky smile returned.  “Or rather, it was until you showed up looking like...that.”

   You shrugged innocently.  “Looking like what?”

   He fell silent again as he met your gaze, mouth pressing in a firm line as if he was internally debating something.  You held back a smile at the sight of the wheels in his head turning.  Finally, he set down the device on a nearby panel.

   “You look…”-he sighed, reaching a hand to take yours- “like I could kiss you.”  With a gentle tug, he pulled you just close enough to lean up and press his lips to yours.  “You look good in my shirt, my dear.”

   You hummed against his lips and pull away to smile.  “My hypothesis was proven.”

   He lifted an inquisitive brow.

   “If I wore your blacks, you would kiss me.”

[mrshipsmcgee]

remind you

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader (fem)

Warnings: fluff, mean self talk, lil bit o smut but not all the way lol

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter whispered as he entered your bedroom, seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands - softly sobbing as he rushed over to you. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He placed his large hand on the nape of your neck, stroking it lightly with his thumb as he watched your back rise and fall as you cried - noticing you in a beautiful matching lace lingerie set.

“I- I was going to come in the kitchen and surprise you with this new lingerie set that came in, and when I checked myself one last time in the mirror I saw myself,” you paused, too ashamed to look Peter in the eyes, “And I just lost it - Peter, I hate myself. Look at me..”

“Nope. No, no, no. You know I can’t allow you talking to yourself like that, baby. C’mere,” Peter shook his head as held his hands out to you, walking you towards the mirror that covered your closet door, standing behind you as he placed his hands on your both sides of your waist, “Please - look.”

His fingertips lightly grazed your cheek, deep eyes staring at you through the mirror, “Look at this absolutely stunning face of yours. This face is my all time favorite face.” Peter smiles widely, his puppy dog eyes looking to you as his fingertips trail down your neck, lightly grazing your shoulder before falling back to your waist. “And this beautiful body of yours. This delicious, beautiful body of yours drives me absolutely insane.”

A warm blush shows on your cheeks as Peter bit his lip, still studying you in the mirror - slowly stepping his body closer to yours, the front of his hips meeting the backside of your body, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and bringing himself closer to you, nuzzling his pelvis perfectly with the curve of your ass.

Chills ran over you as he continued to look at you in the mirror, “My beautiful, breathtaking girl. What did I do to deserve you?” His nose snuggled into your neck as his warm lips met you skin, smiling as he took in your aroma.

“You’re crazy,” you quickly retort, still feeling insecure as you turned towards Peter - placing your hands on his chest. “But I still love you so much.” You said, hoping to get him off the subject.

Peter’s brows furrowed while his eyes searched yours, “Wait - are you serious?” His tone changed.

You made a confused face, Peter spoke again, “You don’t believe me? After all this time, you still don’t believe me when I tell you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on? I’m obsessed with you.”

Silence.

“Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll just have to remind you.”

Peter’s hands slowly cupped your cheeks as his lips met yours in perfect harmony. He kissed you slowly, one hand cupping your cheek as the other found its way to your neck, lightly gripping it as his hips leaned into yours - slowly shoving you against the wall.

You moaned at his touch, sending shivers down Peter’s spine, the grip on your throat growing just a bit tighter as his lips parted yours, tongue meeting yours as his hand moved from your cheek to the front of your lace bra, quickly ripping it off with just a tug. Peter let out a low, prideful chuckle as your eyes snapped open at him, “that was expensive!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, “oh, I’ll buy you more.”

He loved to pick you up and show how light you were in his strong arms, pressing himself against you as he leaned you into the wall, wanting you to feel the growing appendage in his grey sweatpants. He wanted you to feel what you do to him. You swallowed as you felt the size against your heat, which was growing wetter and warmer as he continued to caress your body.

Peter didn’t let you go as he slowly walked you over and gently got onto the bed on top of you, lips colliding with yours before he sat up between your legs and pulled his shirt off, messing his hair up as he looked at you. Gosh, he had such an incredible body.

He smiled, looking at you as if you were a piece of cake as he bit his bottom lip. “Why are these still on? I’m ripping these too!” He said excitedly, grabbing the front of your lace underwear with his hand and ripping it off in one pull, you laughed loudly as he did, “Peter Parker! I’m gonna-“

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He asked with an eyebrow raised as he pinned both of your arms down, kicking your legs further out with his knees as he positioned his hips close to yours. Peter rutted his sweatpant covered hardened cock into your wet folds, teasing you. You were unable to speak as his brown eyes studied your body, his chest starting to rise and fall as he took in the beautiful sight of your naked body, “oh, my beautiful, breathtaking girl -“ he shook his head, tracing the dip where your underwear line usually hits before meeting your clit, sending shivers down your spine, “The things I’m about to do to you…”

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