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Hear me out! How about Mafia Steve rogers having hate sex with reader because they were having an argument and reader had attitude. He fucks her like i need to dicipline you, you little brat and she is calling him daddy.

I'm Bored! // Mafia!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! ♥ I hope you like this!

Side Note: This isn't a part of the mafia!stucky universe, just wanted to clarify that lol

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, rough sex, spanking, ripping clothes, degradation, praise kink, size kink (!), desk sex, creampie, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, pretty behaviour, slight misogyny/stereotypes, hairpulling, fingering, exhibitionism, slight subspace

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“I know what you’re doing”. Steve slammed his phone onto the desk as his nostrils flared, eyes glaring with an intensity that any sane person would have backed away with their head lowered in submission.

It seemed you had a death wish today as you smirked and continued to piss him off, wanting the exact reaction you were receiving from your Mafia boyfriend. Stomping your foot and clenching your fists, you continued in a shrill, high-pitched tone for an added effect that you knew would drive him into the depths of mental hell. ”I’m not doing anything! I just feel so trapped in this stupid box of an office!”

As you so politely described, this stupid box of an office was an executive suite in one of the skyscrapers that towered over Brooklyn that he could view from the ceiling-to-floor windows. The office had to be the biggest in the building, with enough space for his desk, sitting area, kitchen and a vastly sized table to fit at least 15 people for meetings specified for the mafia boss.

And yet, here you were, moaning about the size, knowing that there was nothing more extravagant or luxurious than his office. In your defence, it had been a long day of being out of the office, as Steve had to travel for hours across his city to check the quality of stolen goods and meet with many influential people with the hopes of selling said stolen items. It hadn’t been a particularly trying day for the most part, but you quickly became bored, especially as you had to remain quiet during these meetings.

From an outsider's perspective, you were meant to be the pretty timid girlfriend of the mafia boss. His eye candy. There to hang on his arm and warm his lap and nothing more. In reality, he had wanted you there so that you could be more involved in the gang, understand how the meetings work, and contribute to decisions once back to the office if you deemed the people trustworthy enough to work with.

The staying quiet aspect of your role was also just for your safety. If you talked, that was an open invitation for the powerful individuals to talk back, and you weren’t ready to be involved in those sorts of conversations just yet. Therefore, you were more than happy to remain Steve's silent, pretty girlfriend.

Today, however, you were feeling antsy from the lack of talking, stiff from sitting for so long and needy for something a little more exciting than hand-holding or sitting on his lap. Especially now you were in the comfort of the office and could really rile Steve up. Maybe you were being a brat, but you were so bored and frustrated you wanted to get your heart pounding and some sort of relief, so pissing Steve off was the best option for this.

“Stop trying to take your clothes off-! Fucks sake. Everyone out!” Steve ordered the guards stationed by the door, and they promptly followed his directions as they left with a slam of the door.

You pause, with one of the straps of your dress halfway down your arm, turning to face him directly with a wicked smile on your face. Oh, he was pissed, verging on genuinely being angry with the way the vein on his neck was bulging and throbbing.

“I hate when you get like this. We were having a nice fucking day, too”, he demands whilst beginning to remove his tie and jacket. You knew he didn’t mean it; he always loved being able to dominate you just as much as you loved being an irritating brat and getting on his last nerve.

Your cunt pulses in desire watching him closely, eyes blazing with excitement as you bite your lower lip to try and hide the unmistakable grin. “Was it a nice day for me or for you, Steve? Because it’s been a boring day for me. All I’ve been doing for hours is standing there and looking pretty. Do you know how boring that is? I want to live a little! My clothes feel too tight, too claustrophobic. I want to be free!”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but he does glare as he begins to undo the cuffs of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves to reveal the muscular forearms beneath. It was only as he rounded his desk that you began to back up, taking a quick step backwards, but they were no match to the giant strides of his long legs as he was in front of you in a matter of seconds. His chest bumped into yours, forcing you to continue backwards until your back was flush against the cool glass windows.

Steve towered above you, even with your black heels adding a few inches to your height; he always seemed to be a gargantuan man, adding warmth to your core. Looking up at his glaring face through your lashes and biting your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Think you’re being cute by acting like this? Like a brat with all that attitude?” he snaps, reaching up to wrap his massive hand around your throat, not squeezing as such but just so that you stayed still and he could feel the thump of your racing heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

“I think I’ve got the response that I wanted, so yes, I think I am being cute”, you say confidently whilst reaching for the bulge in his slacks to show just how turned on he was, squeezing it tightly and making it throb.

Steve’s eyes drop to your hand as he subtly thrusts into your palm, but as he looks back towards your face, you know he has something planned as it is his turn to smirk. “You said your clothes felt tight. Well, let’s change that Princess”.

The hand around your neck lowers to your hip, turning you around so your front is pressed against the window, forced to look out over the city of Brooklyn. Before you could even look over your shoulder to see what was next, your body was shaken as Steve gripped the left and right side of your dress and pulled, effortlessly ripping the red dress down the zip so it fell from your body. You were left in only your thong and heels, wholly exposed to the city below.

Steve’s hand is then suddenly in your hair, pulling your head back against his shoulder and forcing your chest to push up, your nipples perking from being pressed against the startingly cold glass.

“Does this make you feel any more free? You know I love it when people watch me touch you. Well, now we’ve got the whole city watching Princess”, Steve whispers as he runs his nose down your neck.

You shiver as he nudges the sensitive spot just below your ear, “Yes, Steve-”.

The hand in your hair tightens, “Excuse me?”

“Daddy”, you correct yourself quickly, “Yes, Daddy, thank you for making me feel more free and showing me off to everyone”.

He hums to himself, “I think it’s about time I should how to be more grateful and show a little less of this attitude you seem to have”.

“Yes, Daddy”, you say submissively, mind reeling with the anticipation and thrill of what's to come.

“Count for me and safe words to be used if needed”, he mentioned before continuing.

With one hair remaining in your hair, he presses your face against the window, not hard enough for it to hurt but also to make sure that you keep it in place. His other hand pulled back on your hips, perking your arse out for him. You were only vaguely aware of his plan as you heard the swatting of his hand through the air before the stinging impact as he spanked your arse cheek.

You jumped at the contact, but he always started light, not wishing to actually cause you harm and so that you could make it through the usual ten counts before checking in.

“One, thank you, Daddy”, you say sweetly, watching the glass in front of you fog up at your heated breath. With each spank, you made sure to count and thank him. Even though you’d been a brat, when he finally did snap like he was now, you were always on your best behaviour, taking whatever punishment he deemed necessary.

His palm connected with both of your cheeks, ensuring they both had equal attention and that the areas were hot to the touch and somewhat sore but not enough to bruise. You enjoyed the rough treatment so much that you were rolling your hips into his palm, feeling the wetness coating your thong and spreading over your labia.

“Ten, thank you, Daddy”, you softly say, your eyes closed and feeling the world becoming fuzzy around the edges as the mixture of pleasure and pain caused the hormones in your head to feel like you were experiencing your own personal high.

This was the reason why you always enjoyed pissing him off with a little bit of attitude and bratty behaviour; being drawn into a subspace mentally from the punishments was like a drug to you, one that Steve was more than happy to pull you into.

Overwhelming pleasure suddenly burst through your burning core as Steve pulled your thong string to the side and shoved two thick digits into your pussy, stretching you thoroughly.

“You’re so wet, such a desperate little slut aren’t you” he taunts whilst rocking his fingers in and out, stretching them every so often to prepare you for what you really want.

You stick out your bottom lip in a pout whilst rolling your hips in time with his fingers as you whine, “Only your slut though, Daddy”.

Steve kisses your naked shoulder, showing some sort of soft intimacy, “That’s right, you’re just my little slut. Now how about you show me just how good you are for me and go and bend over my desk and spread your legs”.

The hand in your hair loosens enough that you can wiggle free and stumble over to the desk, kicking off the heels as if they were not helping the wobbly sensations in your legs. Steve was one step behind and reached around you to shove the papers cluttering his desk off and onto the floor. With the extra space, you could happily bend forward, resting your chest on the desk and widening your stance as Steve begins to unbuckle his belt.

Watching over your shoulder, you admired the lustful gaze of his bright ocean-blue eyes, the drag of his tongue along his bottom lip as he looked as if he wanted to eat you right then and there.

“Do you like what you see?” you asked whilst wiggling your hips invitingly to him.

Steve tries and fails to hide the smirk on his face. Reaching forward, he rubs with each of your arse cheeks, squeezing the sore areas until your mewling and begging for something more. As he stepped closer and continued to hold the string of your thong to the side, he looked you directly in the eyes as he spoke lowly, “I just want you to remember that you wanted me to get this riled up with that smart mouth of yours. Acting bratty has its consequences”.

Opening your mouth to try and sass him another way, all that came out was an exaggeratedly obscene moan, your eyes rolling back as Steve’s cock thrust deep within your cunt in one mighty thrust. The movement caused you to rock onto your tiptoes, having to push further onto the desk as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix, filling you completely. The warm, wet walls of your pussy fluttered and squeezed around the penetration, trying to milk him already, clinging to him within an inch of your life.

Your fingers wrap around the edge of the desk above your head, holding on to it as Steve withdraws. Half of the length inside of you retreated, only to slam back into you, causing your hips to bump into the table with the strength put behind the movement.

“Faster”, you demand as your forehead rests on the rest, eyes closing to focus on the overwhelming pressure in your core.

However, the sassy tone you used was not appreciated by the man nearly splitting you in half with his cock as his hand once again delved into your hair to pull your head back, causing a startled scream to replace the moans.

“You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you, Princess”.

With your head pulled back in this position, you were now having to stare at the wall behind his desk, which had a narcissistic painting of him, given to him as a joke by one of his employees. Now, however, to your delight, you were able to stare up at his handsome face as he fucked you with deep, tauntingly slow thrusts.

With this pace, you could feel every single inch dragging along your sensitive walls, causing them to spasm and tighten on instincts rather than just taking a quick hard fuck that left you forgetting to breathe and seeing stares. The way Steve currently had you was more overstimulating and had your breaths coming out in short huffs.

Steve, it seemed, knew every little moan and hitch of breath that your body took, understood at which degree of tightness your cunt squeezed him in with just how close you were to orgasm. His hips stopped thrusting as you could have sobbed as that beautiful sensation faded into a light buzz rather than an overwhelming euphoria.

“Please- Please Daddy, I…I… I’m sorry for my attitude, Daddy” You managed to find the right words, internally praising yourself for coherently saying what Steve wanted to say as currently, the only words running through your mind were, ‘fuck me harder, Daddy’.

“That’s all I wanted you to say, Princess”, he praises lightly as one hand remains holding onto your hair and the other slips between the desk and your mound so that two of his fingers can massage your clit.

The burst of fire that pulsed through you was powerful, knees wobbling and whines turning into incoherent begs of the word ‘yes!” as Steve finally began to fuck you at the fast pace you’d been hoping for.

You came so quickly that the breath rushed from your body, and you became light-headed from the overstimulation. He doesn’t stop, though; he just continues to hold you in place, fucking you and playing with your clit until you came a second time.

Thankfully, Steve did too, grunting desperately as his hips snapped up one more time, and wetness came flooding out of your cunt as his seed seeped out and down your thighs. Carefully, he removed his fingers from your sensitive bundle of nerves and gently rested your face on the desk whilst massaging your scalp and kissing along the back of your shoulder blade.

As he moved up towards your neck, you sighed in contentment, turning your face to the side so that he could gently kiss your cheek and you could reach around to run your fingers through his short, blond hair.

“Get your frustrations out?” he asks quietly and softly into your ear.

Nodding your head, you blink tiredly back at him, “Yes, thank you. But now, I have no clothes, and I can’t walk”.

Steve chuckles against your skin, a beautiful sound that has your toes curling again, “Well, I did warn you”.

[bethelighthalazia]

Ruined everything!

Summary:  Jealousy takes the better of your boyfriend and the stress of the last days just makes him say things he regrets.

Genre: angst (?), fluff (?)

Pairing: bf!Hongjoong X fem!reader

Word Count:  604

Warnings: none

[note: It's just a little drabble, but i saw this gif and it just gave me this tiny bit idea which i just had to write down ^^’]

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

Laughing, you stood aside with Seonghwa, who was taking his break from shooting. You had brought coffee for everyone and waited with him for all the others to take their break too, although when Hongjoong comes up to you, he already looks a bit moody. It doesn't stop you from holding his coffee towards him with a smile.

“Hey Joong, here's your coffee. Seonghwa said you didn't have one y-” Before you could finish your sentence though, one of the members accidentally bumps against you while talking to the others and causes you to drop Hongjoong's coffee. Unfortunately, it spills onto his outfit. You tried to catch the cup and when you look up into his face, you actually wince, his expression more than angry.

“Great, y/n! Now I have to get changed and the staff has even more work!” Hongjoong huffs out, grabbing the tissues from your hand harshly before you hurry to get more tissues. “Hongjoong, it's fine, the stain is not as big, we can fix it.” Seonghwa tries to calm the captain, but for some reason, this seems to anger him just even more. “Yeah, of course you stand up for her, huh? How about you take her then? Don't need a stupid girlfriend who ruins everything all the time!”

These words feel like a slap in your face and the moment Hongjoong turns and sees you standing there, he feels horrible for saying it. Of course he loves you, but the day had stressed him so much, he lost his patience and let it out on you. “Y/n, I-” He started, but cut himself off, noticing the tears that had appeared in your eyes. 

You didn't want to hear it, your week already had been shit and now your boyfriend says this? Before anyone could react, you throw the tissues at him and turn around, leaving the set, running. It just had to happen someday, Hongjoong is an idol and you are just a normal girl, so why should one like him love you?

It didn't take long for your phone to blow up, the boys asking you to come back and that your boyfriend didn't mean it. When Hongjoong called, you declined the call and turned off your phone for now. If he truly wanted to find you,he knew where you would go. The only place, you always felt safe and comfortable, even though without him, it felt cold.

Hours went by, you had curled up on the chair in his studio, and when Hongjoong entered it, you had fallen asleep from crying. When he saw you there, his heart stopped for a moment, thankful that you didn't leave completely. Carefully, he laid a blanket over you before sending the boys a text, letting them know that he found you. 

“Y/n…I'm so sorry for what I said. I never meant it…” He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your temple, then he carefully lifted you out of the chair to settle down on the little sofa with you in his arms. “D- don't leave me, joongie…” Your voice was quiet and sleepy as you shuffled in his arms without waking up, bringing a sad smile to Hongjoong's lips. 

“I would never leave you, y/nnie…I love you too much for that. You are my best friend, my muse, my treasure. And I'm so sorry for hurting you with my words. I swear, this will never happen again.” He whispered, followed by endless quiet apologies until the captain also fell asleep, his arms wrapped around you in fear of losing you because of his stupid words.

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Bet (Klaus Mikaelson x M! Reader)

Summary: Thanks to your brothers, all you knew about the Mikaelson family was that they were dangerous and threatened your livelihood. However, when you're saved by the hybrid himself, he poses a bet to change your mind or be given insight into the cure.

You paced the old parlor of the Salvatore boarding house, frustration bubbling inside you like an unwelcome storm. Damon had been shouting in your ear again, his usual rant about the Mikaelsons’ supposed evil nature still echoing off the walls. He was adamant: the Originals were nothing but a death sentence waiting to happen, and you needed to steer clear of them.

Stefan, meanwhile, had taken his usual route, trying to appeal to your emotional side. He claimed your search for the cure was pointless, a dangerous fantasy you needed to abandon. His eyes had softened, his voice dropping to that earnest tone he reserved for when he was about to say something ‘profound.’

“It’s over,” he’d said. “What we did centuries ago, what happened to you…it was for the best. We’re a family now.”

You'd barely managed to stifle your scoff. A family, he said. Easy for him to preach about family when he and Damon had been content to let Katherine turn them. You, on the other hand, had been set to marry Emily, a kind-hearted girl from town. All that was ripped away when your brothers decided to drag you into their mess, condemning you to an eternity you never asked for. You had lost everything. You hadn't chosen this life; it had been forced upon you.

“Look, little brother,” Damon had warned earlier that night, his eyes darkening as they flickered to yours, a flash of genuine concern slipping past his usual bravado. “Stay away from Klaus. He’s not the kind of enemy you can afford to make.”

“Damon, I’m not stupid,” you’d retorted, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I just want the cure. If Klaus has any knowledge of it, I’m not going to let your paranoid warnings stop me.”

And that was why you found yourself in the woods outside Mystic Falls, pursuing the rumor that Klaus was near. Your heart pounded, a mix of anger and hope driving you forward. That hope turned into a nightmare when one of Katherine's minions appeared out of nowhere, tackling you to the ground. The stake in his hand glinted in the sunlight, aiming straight for your heart.

You struggled, trying to push him off, but he was relentless. Just as you braced for the end, there was a blur of motion, and your assailant was suddenly torn away. You gasped, scrambling to your feet as you saw Klaus standing over the broken body of your attacker. His eyes were cold, yet his posture was relaxed, almost as if saving you had been a minor inconvenience.

"You—" your voice came out rough, disbelief dripping from every word, "you saved me?"

Klaus tilted his head, eyes dancing with amusement. "Don't sound so surprised, love. Surely you didn't think I'd let Katherine have all the fun."

Your pulse hammered in your chest, more out of confusion than fear. Klaus, of all people? The monster your brothers had warned you about? The hybrid who supposedly wanted nothing more than to tear the Salvatores apart? You glared at him, trying to ignore the nagging questions in your mind.

"Why?" you demanded, pushing yourself to stand straight despite the throbbing pain in your side. "Why would you help me?"

Klaus stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity. "Because," he said softly, his voice dangerous and smooth, "I have plans for you."

You tensed, instincts flaring again, but something in his gaze held you captive. There was a softness, a flicker of something deeper beneath the cold exterior. "Plans?" you repeated, the word bitter on your tongue. "Like what, adding me to your collection of enemies? Using me against my brothers?"

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver up your spine. "So much suspicion. Your brothers really have done a number on you, haven’t they?" He took another step closer, his presence commanding and overwhelming. "But I assure you, my intentions are far more…personal."

Your stomach twisted in knots, both from his words and the weight of your brothers' warnings ringing in your ears. Klaus Mikaelson is a monster. He’s dangerous. Don’t ever trust him.

But here he was. Standing before you, having just saved your life.

"You expect me to believe that?" you asked, your voice harsher than you intended. "That you’re just here to help out of the goodness of your heart?"

Klaus smiled, his lips curling with dark amusement. "No, I expect you to listen. I know what you’ve been searching for—the cure." You froze. He knew. Of course, he knew. Klaus always seemed to know everything. But this was different—this was something you had kept close, something personal, driven by a desperation to reclaim your humanity.

Your mouth went dry. "What do you know about it?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know more than you think," Klaus replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. "But that’s not something I’ll simply give away."

Of course, there was always a catch. You crossed your arms, defensive. "What do you want from me?"

"Simple," Klaus said, taking a final step until he was just inches from you, his voice low and measured. "Spend time with me. Get to know me and my family. Let me show you that we’re not the monsters your brothers make us out to be. If, after that, you still believe we’re nothing but dangerous beasts, I’ll tell you everything I know about the cure."

You scoffed. "So, what—this is some kind of bet?"

Klaus's smile turned predatory. "Call it a wager, if you prefer. If I can’t change your mind, you get what you want. But if I do…" His gaze flickered over you, something unreadable in his eyes. "Then you’ll owe me."

"That’s it? You’re not going to force me into anything?" You raised an eyebrow, your suspicion still very much alive.

Klaus chuckled darkly. "I don’t need to force anyone into anything, love. I think, deep down, you're already curious."

His confidence rattled you. But beneath the fear and doubt, there was a flicker of something else. A sense of intrigue. Curiosity. After all, hadn't you already begun questioning your brothers' stories? You hadn’t expected Klaus to be anything other than a brutal monster—and yet, here he was, offering you a chance.

After a moment, you sighed. "Fine, I’ll take your bet. But don’t expect this to be easy."

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

What began as a begrudging agreement quickly spiraled into something far more complex. Klaus introduced you to his family, and to your surprise, they were far more than heartless killing machines.

Elijah’s calm, noble demeanor immediately stood out. He was nothing like the vicious killer you’d imagined. And Rebekah—though quick-tempered and prone to impulsiveness—had a genuine vulnerability that reminded you of Stefan in a strange way. They weren’t monsters; they were people. Complicated, dangerous people, yes, but not the soulless creatures Damon had described.

Klaus...Klaus was the most perplexing of all.

He was still terrifying, no doubt about it—his temper as quick as ever, a constant reminder of the danger lurking beneath his every move. Klaus’s control over any situation was absolute, as though the world bent to his will, daring not to defy him. And yet, there was something about him that gnawed at the edges of the image your brothers had painted.

It started subtly, at first. His gaze would linger on you a fraction too long, his eyes softening for a moment before the familiar steely mask snapped back into place. In those rare, unguarded moments, you felt something shift—a crack in his unyielding façade, a glimpse of the man he might have been before centuries of betrayal hardened him into the creature he had become.

And then there were the nights when you found yourself alone with him, often under the most unexpected circumstances. Once, after a particularly brutal fight with Damon, you returned to the mansion bruised and exhausted. You had expected Klaus to gloat or mock your weakness, but instead, he was there, his presence both commanding and unexpectedly gentle.

You stumbled into the grand foyer, wincing with every step as pain radiated through your battered body. Klaus emerged from the shadows, his eyes sharp with concern. Without a word, he guided you to a nearby settee, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you settle.

"You should be more careful," Klaus murmured, his voice low and almost tender. He knelt beside you, his fingers brushing lightly over the bruise on your bottom lip. His touch was meticulous, almost reverent, and the contrast between his harsh exterior and this tender care was jarring.

You met his gaze, searching for the ruthless hybrid you’d come to know. Instead, you saw a flicker of something softer, an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t understand you,” you said, wincing as your words caused the sore area of your lip to tighten. “Why keep me around if this is all a bet? Why show yourself like this if I’m to be a pawn in your game? Don’t deny it, I heard my brothers speaking about how you plan to use Elena to get rid of your curse.”

Klaus’s expression hardened for a moment, the mask of his usual confidence slipping just enough to reveal the hurt beneath. He took a deep breath, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. “You think of me as nothing more than a manipulator, but there’s more to this than you realize.” Standing up, you watched as Klaus turned his back to you, in an attempt to hide his weaknesses.

“I didn’t plan for this to be a game,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a trace of regret. “My initial interest in you was strategic, but it evolved into something far more complicated. Yes, I need Elena to break the curse, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you are any less real.”

“I don’t know what to believe,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “Your actions are so contradictory. One moment, you’re this ruthless hybrid, and the next, you’re kind. I can’t make sense of it.”

“I understand your confusion. It’s easier for people to see me as a monster because it suits their narrative. But the truth is rarely that clear." You wanted to look at Klaus, so with much bravery, you stood up from the settee and walked toward him. His back tensed, yet you stood in front of him, his blue eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"They call me a monster, a villain. And maybe I am those things. But I’m more than that. I’m someone who cares about the people I choose to let in." His hand hesitantly went to your cheek, and you couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"And you’ve…chosen me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

A ghost of a smile touched Klaus’s lips. "Against my better judgment, yes. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and I’ve lived a long time."

The intensity in his eyes made your heart pound. You wanted to hate him, wanted to cling to the stories your brothers had fed you, but something had shifted. He wasn’t just some ancient monster; he was a man with desires, hopes, and wounds he kept hidden beneath layers of cold indifference.

"Then tell me," you challenged "Tell me the truth. Is there really a cure, or was this just some elaborate game to win me over?"

Klaus’s gaze darkened with an intensity that spoke of deep emotions. He took a moment, the silence stretching between you as if he was weighing his words carefully. “There is a cure,” he confessed, his voice grave and earnest. “And if you still want it, I’ll help you find it.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any hint of deception, but all you saw was an unfiltered sincerity that was both unsettling and reassuring. “And if I take it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What then?”

Klaus’s expression grew somber, the lines on his face deepening with the weight of his emotions. “If you take it, you’ll be walking away from your brothers, this life…from me.”

The pain in his voice was palpable, but he didn’t try to mask it or push you towards any decision. There was no manipulation, no hidden agenda. It was a raw, honest confession from someone who had been playing a complex game but now laid his cards on the table.

You were taken aback by the contrast. If this had been Damon or Stefan, they would have tried to convince you to stay, to forget about the cure and remain by their side. They would have manipulated your feelings, used every trick they had to make you change your mind. But Klaus—Klaus was offering you the choice without trying to sway you. He was hurt, yes, but his respect for your autonomy was genuine.

“I… didn’t expect you to be so honest,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “You’re willing to let me go, even if it means losing me?”

Klaus nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am. Because I understand what it means to desire something with every part of your being and to be willing to make sacrifices to achieve it. If the cure is what you truly want, then I will help you find it, even if it means saying goodbye.”

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Boar!creator visits the cathedral, and beats Barbara's stalker to a pulp I mean sings with Barbara :)

Barbara Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader x Barbara

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 509

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff & Crack

Barbra was not prepared at all to meet this “Boar of the Wilds”. She was perfectly fine where she was, in the Cathedral, safe and sound.

Of course Barbatos had other plans - he was tired of the Boar only picking fights with him what could he say!

So as she sat there in the Cathedral, praying her little heart out, she was interrupted by screams from right outside the door.

She quickly got up and rushed to the door, only to see the very boar she was just thinking about roasting one of the members of her fan club to a crisp.

“Hey! Hey!! Stop that right his second!” She cried. And you did just that.

Though, before the man could ask Barbara for any kind of help, you kicked him down the stairs.

She pointedly looked at you with a small glare before speaking.

“You can not do that! Harming people in or by the Favonius Cathedral is a big no no! Now… shoo! Get out of here.” She made shooing motions with her hands to try and run you off, but you ignored them and walked right through the open doors, causing her to gasp.

She was quick to follow, about to start scolding you again, but found that you had sat yourself right in front of the pew, head down like you were paying respects.

“Do you… also believe in Barbatos?” She asked.

You jumped up and oinked happily. Now you would not usually go to church in your world - not say you didn’t believe but you were just a wee bit busy - but you did know that it was something Barbra believed in heavily. And adding the fact that you kinda fucked with Barbatos damn near on the daily…

You nodded which caused her to gasp and throw her hands to her mouth. Perhaps you weren’t that bad after all!

“Well I too believe in our Lord of Anemo! Perhaps I could sing you a tune? That of which it is said our God also sung as he soared above the cloud?” Her hands clasped in front of her as she bent down to your height, and again you quickly nodded.

“Alright then! It’s starts like this…” and her heavenly voice began to ring out through the halls.

You sat with bated breath as she sung, beginning to sway a little to the beat. You eventually hopped up and began stamping your hooves to the beat as well, making little clinking noises as they fell onto the polished floor.

And finally you began to sing with her. The Deaconess giggled as your squeals and oinks harmonized with her voice. The sisters of the church watching from afar, covering their giggles with hands and smiling at you two having fun.

Rosaria watched from the shadows. Not usually likening to spend her time at the church- despite being a nun - but finding hilarity and solace at the scene before her.

Maybe you were just what was needed to help destress their darling Deaconess.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Venti totally heard you outside and was like: “Even??? The nuns???? Like that stupid boar????? I thought they were on my side >:(“

No Venti, you fucking coffee cup, they were never on your side ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[theship-thewalrus]

can i request the alternate ending to this fic

considering in my thoughts after reader died i don't think aegon will even let rhaenyra touch a strand of the baby and im also want to see jace and luke reaction jejdjejejj

Hi anons! I put both of these together, hope you don't mind! I must say I love some sadness. Hope its what you are looking for :)

aegon ii targaryen x niece! wife! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 1034 words reading time: about 6 minutes warnings: death, le sadness

Part 1 || Part 2 || Ending 1 || Ending 3 || Ending 4 || Headcanon 1 || Headcanon 2

The hurried footsteps of the small group echoed through the hall. Unlike before it was deathly silent, no more did your screams bounce off the walls, your voice was no longer heard and it was as though the world stopped moving. Not hearing you anymore made Aegon speed up, jogging past Rhaenyra and her sons.

The doors were thrown over with little regard to whoever may be close to them. Aegon's eyes roam around the room before they finally land on his wife. The first thing he noticed was the dark red blood that covered the white of the sheets. His mother's sobs filled his ears next, his eyes drifting to the side of the bed where her face was covered by her hands. But it was clear she was crying by how her body moved with each cry. He then registered how pale you were, almost the color of the sheet.

No words were uttered for him to understand what happened. The maesters had failed you, they allowed you to die. The man flew to your side, hands clutching yours as though his will alone would bring you back. But you were cold to the touch, your usual warmth had left you. Tears began to well up in his eyes as his brain began to realise what happened. "no...no, no, no, no," the words poured out of his mouth like a string of prays.

When Rhaenrya saw the scene in front of her she broke, tears welled up in her eyes but they did not fall. Her fists clenched by her side as she takes in the two cryings next to you. Her sweet child, her little girl, was gone. She remembered the day you were born, how she held you in her arms as you wailed. How she swore to protect you from all the worries and pressures of the world. Yet she had failed you, her only daughter. You died thinking she hated you, that you no longer held a place in her heart. All because she was too stubborn to speak to you.

Jacaerys was beside himself with grief, like his mother he had not spoken to you since arriving. He believed you slighted them in some way, siding with his mother instead of his little sister. He should have not cared about this stupid rivalry, you were his sister above all else. He felt like he failed you. Tears streamed down his cheeks, unlike his mother, he held no reservations about crying in front of these people. He would come up beside Alicent, not wanting to get caught up in Aegon's grief.

Similarly to his older brother, Lucerys was distraught. He stood there frozen in place, simply looking at your pale and bloodied body. Despite being so young the boy had witnessed so much death, yet it never got easier. Especially when he gazed at his sister, only adding to the bodies.

Alicent lifted her head from her hands to see Jacaerys standing there. The woman sniffled softly, standing up from her stead before moving over to the other side where her son sat. Jacaerys took Alicent's seat, grabbing onto his sister's cold and limp hand. A delicate hand began to rub Aegon's back, trying her best to comfort her distraught and broken son.

A high-pitched wail took everyone's attention away from the bed for a moment. The door opens and shows a timid and frightened maid holding a newborn child. It had been washed and wrapped up in a blanket, the maid trying her best to calm it. The Maester instructed her to show the child to the Queen and its father, but there was no indication that so many people would be there. The little boy in her arms was crying his heart out, little face contorted and fists balled up. Whisps of white hair adored his little head, the hair was still slightly damp.

Rhaenyra was the closest to the maid and the first person to move. Wanting to see her grandson, to hold him in her arms and maybe even take him away from here. To raise the child herself and away from the claws of the vultures here. But Aegon shoot up, face pulled into a murderous glare. "Don't you dare touch him!" His voice shocked everyone, the maid nearly jumping out of her skin. Rhaenyra stops in her tracks, her hand returning to her side. Turning to her half-brother she spoke loudly, in order to be heard over the small child. "He is my daughter's son, my bloo-" Aegon marched forwards anger blazing in his eyes. "He is my son! My blood! My wife's child!" He screamed, the fire inside him burning brightly.

Everyone was taken aback Lucerys moved to his mother's side, not only to get a better look at his nephew but to also support her. Jacaerys took longer to move to his mother's side, not wanting to leave you just yet. He was not ready to let you go just yet, to leave you cold and alone. But he joined his brother and mother. Alicent moved to her son's side, standing behind him just slightly.

Rhaenyra's eyes burn at Aegon, but she would not fight him right now. Not in front of her daughter's body and certainly not in front of your child. Glancing at you she moves across the room quickly, bending down slightly and placing a small kiss on your forehead. A wordless goodbye and display of the affection she should have been showing you all along. A single tear slips past her eyes and lands on your forehead. "My sweet child, I have always loved you. I pray to the gods you knew that." Her voice was soft and kind, pouring her grief into her words. Wishing her words could bring you back, even just for a moment so she could tell you how much she loved you.

"I will see my grandson. Perhaps not today, but soon." The woman says power is portrayed in her voice. Moving to the door her sons follow. Leaving Aegon and Alicetn along with you and your son. There was an underlying threat in her voice, one that may come soon.

[ctheathy]

*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

[britany1997]

Oh I definitely had to send in a request when I saw they were open. Can I please get a Subby!Paul/Daddy!Dwayne fic. Something where blondie gets some extra tlc after a rough punishment? Thank you, bestie 💜

Bad Boy

Bestie I love when you request from me because you always think of the most delicious prompts, yes ofc I can write this for you! Hope you love it;) there’s a fun little character cameo in this too:)

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Warnings PLEASE READ: SMUT minors DNI, BDSM dynamics (which means safeword included as well), sub/dom dynamics, daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), bondage, blow job, hand jobs, face sitting (kind of), orgasm denial, hair pulling, aftercare of course,

Paul fucked up.

He'd done a lot of stupid things, sure. He'd welded training wheels to Dwayne's bike, he'd released all of Marko's pigeons (and he'd been forced to track him all down), he'd even taken David's wheelchair for a spin and broken one of the wheels.

But all that was nothing compared to what he'd done this time.

Paul had vamped out on the boardwalk to impress a girl.

While the boys didn’t have many rules between them (that would ruin the whole, rugged vampire, anti establishment thing they had going), under no circumstances were any of them, even David, allowed to reveal their true nature to humans.

Not even for a quickie behind the Ferris wheel.

Which is why Paul found himself hiding under his bed where Dwayne would never find him, Fishy’s bowl wrapped tightly in his arms.

However, his hiding spot may not have been as secretive as he thought. Paul’s heart threatened to beat right out of its cage as he heard the thud of Dwayne’s boots from under his bed. Paul held his breath, for fear even the slightest sound would give him away.

Fishy wiggled his fin, prompting Paul to bring a finger to his lips to shush the confused goldfish.

The blond vampire flinched every time Dwayne’s boots swept a little too close for comfort, but as the boots began to walk away, Paul knew he was in the clear.

That is, until he felt himself being dragged from under the bed by a firm hand wrapped around his leg.

Paul laid flabbergasted as he looked up into the eyes of a pissed off brunette vampire, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his eyebrow raised.

Paul shot him his signature smile, something that would have made Dwayne melt under normal circumstances, but the imposing vamp obviously had a mission.

He plucked the fish bowl from Paul’s arms before placing it on the bed side table gently. “Paul won’t be home tonight Fishy,” Dwayne informed the goldfish, “you understand.”

He grabbed Paul by the waist and threw him over his shoulder before saluting Fishy and leaving Paul’s room.

“I said i was sorry,” Paul whined.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne hummed, “but we have to learn that our actions have consequences.”

“Not a child.”

“Then why do you keep acting like one?”

This was going no where. Paul sighed dramatically. At least he could enjoy the view of Dwayne’s ass from this angle. He smiled to himself.

Dwayne threw Paul down onto his bed and leaned over him, caging him in with his arms. Dwayne cocked an eyebrow, “the boys want me to teach you a lesson.”

Paul gulped.

Dwayne’s face softened, “Paulie what do you say when you need to stop?”

“Bats,” Paul told him confidently, before pulling Dwayne in for a kiss.

As the blond vampires tongue slid into his mouth, Dwayne felt his resolve corroding. Paul made it exceptionally difficult to stay mad at him.

But before Paul could hypnotize him with kisses, Dwayne snapped to his senses. He couldn’t let Paul get away with whatever he wanted, he’d never learn! Paul had been too wild for too long.

Dwayne pulled away, “what’s my name Paulie?”

Paul bit his lip, half in nervousness and half in excitement for what was to come. “Daddy,” he practically purred.

Dwayne scoffed, “only a good boy in the bedroom Paulie?”

Paul smirked, “don’t know whatcha mean daddy, I’m always good,” he lied.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne grunted in disbelief, “then you’ll take your punishment like a good boy right?”

Paul smiled sheepishly, “uh, yeah.”

“Good.” Dwayne smirked as he began to rummage through his bed side table before pulling out a pair of pink fur handcuffs.

“Those new?” Paul asked as he shed his jacket and top.

“Got em just for you,” Dwayne replied as he moved over Paul to secure his wrists to the bed frame, “now stop doing things without permission. I’ll be taking your clothes off.”

The blond vampire fought the smile creeping onto his face, “yes daddy.”

As Dwayne moved to unbuckle Paul’s jeans, he was met with a prominent bulge in the white fabric. He shot Paul a look, his eyebrows raised.

“What do ya want me to say man,” Paul shrugged.

Dwayne’s eyes rolled back into his head as he quickly unbuttoned Paul’s pants and rolled them off, along with his boxers.

The imposing brunette spit into his hand before wrapping it around the base of Paul’s cock, his thumb swirling around the tip as Dwayne held him.

Paul sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, his hands fought to free themselves so they could run through Dwayne’s hair, or caress his face. But it was no use as the cuffs kept Paul firmly against the bed frame. He was Dwayne’s to use.

Dwayne stroked Paul slowly, his firm grip squeezed the blond rocker in all the right ways.

It didn’t take long for paul to be a panting, moaning mess. As he felt himself approaching his peak, he stomach muscles tightened and his eyes fluttered closed as he prepared to paint Dwayne’s hand.

Just as he felt himself about to fall over the edge, Dwayne stopped. He pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants casually.

Paul whimpered, “w-why…?”

“You know why,” Dwayne shrugged, “you thought this was gonna be all about pleasure for you? You’re being punished.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Paul’s eyes. He loved cumming, more than most things, more than most people. This was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Thought you were gonna be good Paul,” Dwayne scolded, as Paul’s angry thoughts flashed through the brunette vampire’s mind.

Paul sniffled, if this was how he could prove himself again, he’d do it. Dwayne couldn’t torture him for long right? Right???

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be good daddy,” Paul said sincerely, his lips forming into a pout.

“Good,” Dwayne replied as he took Paul in his hand once again.

As Dwayne ran his hands over the ridge of Paul’s head, pulling slightly, Paul found himself simultaneously in heaven and hell.

Years and years together had made the boys experts on each other bodies, they knew what they liked, they knew what they didn’t like, and unfortunately for Paul, they knew what they loved.

It was torture getting exactly what he wanted and knowing it would end all to soon.

Sure enough, Paul choked on tears as Dwayne pulled back once more. Paul thought maybe he’d make it over the edge before Dwayne could realize, but the dominant vampire was too smart for that.

“Please,” Paul whispered, “please daddy, anything but this.”

Dwayne sighed, taking a little pity on Paul. “Not sure you’ll like this any better.”

Dwayne rolled down his pants and boxers, shedding his jacket as well before he stood in front of Paul.

Paul’s cock, which had softened, hardened once again at the sight of a nude Dwayne.

“Really?”

“Sorry.”

Dwayne sighed before wrapping his hand around his own length and pulling softly.

Fuck. This was worse.

Paul wrestled against his restraints, desperate to get his hands on Dwayne.

The brunette vampire was the most… well endowed of all the boys and both Paul and Dwayne knew it.

Paul whimpered and whined as he watched Dwayne pleasure himself, unable to do anything but look in frustration, prevented from even touching himself.

A moan fell from Dwayne’s full lips as he finished on Paul’s stomach, causing Paul to fight so hard against his cuffs he almost succeeded in releasing himself.

But before he could shatter the handcuffs, he composed himself.

He was a good boy.

Rather then free himself, Paul’s lip jutted out and his eyes brimmed with tears in an utterly pitiful pout. He silently begged Dwayne to have mercy on him, just once.

Dwayne’s heart softened, he had been somewhat cruel so that Paul’s lesson would stick, but maybe he could give him a little something.

“Stay still ok?” Dwayne ordered.

“Yes daddy,” Paul replied, holding back a smile.

Dwayne climbed onto the bed and kneeled over Paul’s chest so that his legs were on either side of Paul’s head, and his cock was against the blond vampire’s pretty lips.

Paul’s tears of frustration turned to tears of joy as the tip of Dwayne’s cock slid into Paul’s mouth and his hand snaked into Paul’s wavy blond locks.

Paul’s tongue flicked the Dwayne’s tip enthusiastically, grateful to be doing anything. He moaned around Dwayne as he swirled around the tip, tracing patterns with his skilled tongue.

Dwayne’s fist balled in Paul’s hair as he gripped him and brought him closer, shoving more of his cock into the eager blond’s hungry mouth.

Paul hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked, running his tongue up and down the vein on the underside of Dwayne’s dick.

Dwayne pulled Paul’s head roughly until his nose was buried in Dwayne’s happy trial. The brunette vampire began to pump his cock back and forth, fucking Paul’s face roughly.

As Dwayne felt himself about to pour down Paul’s throat, he heard a soft whimper. When he looked down he was met with Paul’s best puppy dog eyes, begging and pleading with the man above him.

Dwayne sighed, Paul had learned his lesson.

Still buried in Paul’s mouth, he unhooked the cuffs and freed the blond vampire’s hands.

Paul moaned a thank you as one hand fell to Dwayne’s hip and the other wrapped around his own cock, stroking furiously.

Both men cried out in pleasure as they came together, Dwayne down Paul’s throat and Paul across his thigh.

“Thank you daddy,” Paul smiled blissfully.

“You’re welcome Paulie,” Dwayne smiled back as he leaned down to press a kiss to Paul’s forehead.

Dwayne slid off the bed to grab a washcloth. He ran it under warm water before return to a blissed out Paul laying back on the bed, a dopey smile painted across his face.

Dwayne chuckled to himself as he gently cleaned Paul’s stomach and thighs. When he was done, he crawled into bed with Paul, spooning him against his chest and pressing soft kisses to the skin of his neck.

“I love you so much Paulie,” Dwayne promised him, “even when you make mistakes, I’ll always love you.”

Paul turned in Dwayne arms until the two men were nose to nose.

“I know,” Paul assured him, “and I love you too, even when your rough with me,” he tucked a piece of Dwayne’s hair behind his ear, “I know you want the best for me.”

Dwayne sighed, his brow furrowing, “you know why we have that rule right?”

Paul nodded, “I know.” I just…” he let out a quiet sigh, “I wanted her to like me. I…I thought she’d be impressed.”

Dwayne’s heart clenched at Paul’s admission, “you don’t need the teeth to be liked,” he kissed Paul’s nose, “you’re enough on your own.”

A pink tinge washed across Paul’s cheeks, “yeah?”

Dwayne smiled, running his arms up and down Paul’s back and bringing him close to his chest, “yeah baby.”

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[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Oral sex in an alleyway. Degradation. Forced love confession. Alcohol use

a/n: I...I lied 😂 Someone I know is gonna find me and force me to sleep. But anyways, @xxventiswindblumexx stirred my brain to life again after I read their delicious Scara smut earlier. It was chef's kiss amazing. I borrowed a little inspiration from it, so some credit goes to them. I hope you don't mind, dear. There is a really dumb joke in this. 😭 I'm only making fun of myself with it.

You were out drinking at a tavern to celebrate another mission complete ahead of schedule. You were engaged in a playful drinking game with Childe. Scaramouche watched you quietly.

"Ha!" You exclaimed, wiping your mouth and smacking your glass onto the table. "You can admit defeat, Childe. It's fine. I won't laugh at you," you slurred slightly, giggling, "much." You added with a smirk.

Childe threw up his hands in defeat. "Okay, girlie. I know when I have been beat. I know you aren't a lightweight. By the way," he said, handing you a folded piece of paper. "Here is the new safe house codes. They reset today, remember."

"Oh, thanks," you took the piece of paper, and unfolded it to read. It said YMCA. You squinted, "Wait...this isn't enough letters, the code is usually four letters..ohh.."

So maybe you were drunker than you thought.

You crumbled up the piece of paper and put it in your pocket, a flush of embarrassment coating your cheeks. "...Whatever, thanks. I need some air," you grumbled, stumbling a little as you moved around Childe.

"Awwww come on, don't go," Childe.slurred, trying to pull you into his lap, "I didn't laugh at you even though the look on your face was hilarious."

"Stop, Childeeeee. I like someone else, remember?" You danced away from his hands.

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes. What you'd just said, that you liked someone made him curious. Romantically? Who was it?!

You'd followed him around like a puppy for months. The first time he told you fuck off and leave him alone, you only cocked your head, and flashed him that stupid gentle smile and said, "Hush, I know you don't mean that. You've been letting me sit with you for hours now. We've been sitting here in a companionable silence for awhile now and I swear I saw you nodding off. You feel comfortable around me, admit it."

He didn't. For months he treated you with the same contempt he would anyone else. But on the inside, you were starting to make him feel things he didn't think were possible. You made his chest tighten like he had a human heart. Once you started saying those kinds of things to him, he eventually silently accepted it and stopped calling you a pest.

Scaramouche remembered the first time he took a lock of your hair between his fingers. "Pretty.." he murmured in a moment of rare weakness. You'd looked away, blushing, "But..your hair color is much prettier than mine..who even likes blondes anyways...we are kind of dumb sometimes..."

He remembered bringing the lock of hair to brush against his lips, he eyes wide with anger at himself for showing weakness in front of a pest like you. He'd ordered you harshly to leave his sight moments after.

When you left the tavern, Scaramouche got up, and headed towards Childe. "Next time you do that, I'll break all of your fingers," he said, serious with his intent.

"Don't worry, I get it," Childe said, "But you know, if you aren't careful, someone else might get there before you." He sounded no longer inebriated. "You are more obvious than you think. At least to me you are."

Scaramouche glared, offended. He brushed off Childe's comment and followed after you out of the tavern. He found you across the street in an alley, resting your head against the wall, your eyes closed as you breathed in the chilly night air.

"Who is it?" The question spilled from his mouth.

"Huh? Oh, Scara, it's you. My equilibrium is a little off, so I couldn't hear you all that well," you replied, massaging the bridge of your nose.

"I said who is it!?" He snapped, smacking a hand on the wall next to your head. He knew it wouldn't take much for you spill who it was.

"Eek, alright, I'll tell you, just gimme some space would you?" You pushed your hand gently against his chest.

He crossed his arms, waiting and glaring.

"You caught me, Scara," you said, blushing as you traced the toe of your shoe through some dirt. "It's you that I like, okay? You don't have to scream at me about it. I would do anything for you."

Scaramouche regarded you coldly for a long moment, making you fidget nervously. "Okay, I'm gonna go, forget this ever happened." You waved at him as you turned to leave. And there it was, that stupid gentle smile of yours.

"Prove it!" he barked forcefully.

"What?" You had to make sure you'd heard him correctly.

"Did I stutter, slut? I said prove it. Prove that you would anything for me. Get down on your knees and prove it!" he was taking the anger and frustration he felt inside himself out on you. "What are you waiting for? Your mouth practically begs me to ruin your throat with my cock everytime you smile in that stupid way."

You stumbled forward, your body moving without thinking and did as he asked. "You just keep those annoying, pretty eyes on me."

Again, you did as you were told. You pumped your hand on his cock once you took it out of his shorts. He groaned when you swirled your tongue around the tip. Taking hold of your fine hair, the color that bewitched him so suddenly, he curled the ends around his fingers a few times, before gripping it tightly.

He thrust harshly into your mouth, making you gag before you started breathing through your nose. "Archons, you are really proving that you are a slut for me. I think deep down, I always knew," he panted quietly as your throat convulsed around his cock.

You tasted precum in the back of your throat. You mewled, never once breaking the tight suction of your mouth on his cock while you sucked, flattening your tongue against the veins that bulged to the surface.

"Fuck you are good at this," he hissed, moving your head to bob as you greedily sucked. "I should've ordered you on your knees a long time ago." When he felt himself about to fill your throat, he pressed your mouth all the way down on his cock. "Now drool and deep throat me like your depends on it. It's not like you haven't thought about doing this since we first met."

He held your head in place as he cummed. You coughed, drool spilling from your mouth onto his thighs as you swallowed, your fingers pawing against his shorts. He yanked you to your feet. Your eyes were hazy with adoration only for him.

"Get up and wipe your mouth. Let's go, it's cold out here and I'm not finished with you yet."

a/n: Whew. Goodnight, everyone. I'm sorry if this was too much. Scaramouche really brings out the absolute worst of me.

[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 17

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 15 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, dirty talk, explicit content, female masturbation, teasing

San was gripping on his wheel tight, bothered at the idea of her ex boyfriend showing up there to see her, and claiming her as if they were still together. Coming all the way to Seoul from London... No one would be as stupid to do something like that, unless he thought there was a chance his trip would be worth it.

The click of her tongue broke his thoughts, turning his head for one second to notice her furrowed eyebrows, while the lighting from her screen lit her face. She was typing something, moving nervously in her place.

—Is everything alright?

—Well, considering my ex boyfriend stalked my Linkedin, and showed up in the hotel... No, I could be doing better, to be honest.

—You didn't tell him where you were working? —he looked so calm, in contrast with how he was feeling inside.

—Tell him? I haven't spoken to him since we broke up —she could only shake her head while trapping her lip under her teeth—. Who in their sane mind would do something like this? And why the hell didn't he tell me?

—So you wouldn't run away —he suggested—. It's quite obvious he showed up so you wouldn't have any time to think.

He knew, because he had lived that.

After dealing with his father for so long, San had a master degree against manipulation and guilt tripping. He knew everything about the tricks that type of people used, and how they always found the right way to appeal to their softer and weaker side to trap them. If he hadn't showed up, Y/n would've probably agreed on going out for dinner with him -since he bothered to fly so far away from home just to see her-, and that dinner could've ended... He didn't want to think of how it could've ended.

—Where are we going? —she asked, locking her screen to leave her phone over her lap.

—To have dinner —he turned to her—. I also need to discuss some things with you, and I think it'd be better to do it in a neutral place.

Last time he said something like that, they both ended up making out in his car, and that made her heart beat faster in excitement. Mainly because she wanted more than just a few kisses after he left her so close to the edge she could see glimpses of the aftermath.

His car stopped in front of a restaurant, with San moving faster than her to get out of the car and surround it to open the door for her. His hand, skillfully placed on her lower back, guided her inside to the elevator in front of the main door. And that spot went cold as soon as he moved his fingers away, placing them back on each side of his body to wait to get to the rooftop where the restaurant was placed.

The decor of the restaurant was contemporary with a touch of elegance, featuring large potted plants with flowers that were placed every two and three tables. The ceiling had a unique, textured design with a warm, golden hue, adding to the luxurious feel of the place; and contrasting in light with the night sky in front of them and the lit up buildings of the city.

Again, air was stuck in her throat when his hand took back that spot on her back, helping her walk behind the waiter that led them to their table, next to one of the large windows.

—This place is amazing —she giggled, looking around to get a grip of all the details she could be aware of.

—I'm glad you like it.

It was the first time she saw him smile that way ever since they hopped in his car, with his dimples almost going unnoticeable before his expression turned back to a neutral one.

San waited patiently. He only looked at her, admiring her big eyes glancing over the establishment with attention, endeared by her barely parted lips and subtly curved corners. He only looked at her until the waiter took their order and served them their drinks, with Y/n going for a freezing beer while he followed his tradition and picked the glass of wine he always drank when he went there.

—How did you feel when I didn't let you cum earlier today?

Y/n felt like choking on her beer when San brought up that topic with such ease, that she wouldn't ever have expected it coming.

—I... I don't know —her brain was glitching, processing the images that came back with his words.

—Did you like it? Did you feel comfortable giving me that level of power? That's what I want to know. It's really important for me, Y/n.

Liking it? She loved it. She never thought she'd be so into being controlled and left to be taken care of, but it was the best feeling she had ever had, only being surpassed by the night they spent together during that masked event.

—It was weird —she frowned—, but I did like it. I didn't even care about... you know.

That second smile made his eyes crinkle, while his fingers played with the base of his glass.

—Cumming —he finished for her—. Let's call things as they are, shall we? —he left his laid back posture, sitting back straight when fixing his eyes on hers— And it's something you aren't going to do, at least until you earn it.

She wasn't experienced in that type of sex, but she wasn't a virgin to be stranged at what he was trying to do. He was punishing her for something, and she couldn't quite understand why.

—You look good with a mask, but you look way better without it —he added, looking through the window. She gulped the thick load of spit when his eyes were back on her after a blink—. So that was what you were doing in my office the other day?

—How did you find out?

—Oh, honey. That's definitely not the question you should be asking —he assured her, poking his tongue against his lower lip.

—I didn't want to make things weird between us. So I thought it was better if I was the only one knowing about it.

—And of course confessing while I was knuckles deep in you wasn't an option —he squinted his eyes at her—. Sugar, edging you will be a fairytale compared to what I'll do to you for lying to me, I can promise you that.

Her lips were pressed tight, while her eyes dropped to her empty and clean plate, trying to think of the best way to overcome that situation.

—It made sense it was you though —he commented out of nowhere.

—Because I didn't speak in Korean? —she tried to guess, remembering how most of the conversations she overheard were in his native language.

—Well, that was a hint I chose to ignore —he tilted his head.

A lot of the clients that spent a night in his hotel were foreigners, so hearing someone in the Spadix speaking in another language that wasn't Korean wasn't something that alerted him. Although he did find it curious that day.

—These weeks I've been thinking about you non-stop, so it just made sense you were the only one able to distract me from you.

His confession was so unexpected that she could feel her heart pumping against her rib cage, attempting to break it if he kept looking at her the way he was doing.

—And what were you thinking? —she dared to ask, supporting her head in her hand.

—How good you'd look tied up to my mercy, maybe with a gag in your mouth so you'd stop speaking when you aren't supposed to —when he trapped his lower lip, she knew he wasn't done, but he stopped himself from sharing his dark thoughts with her—. But before any of that happens, I need to settle some things with you.

—Rules?

—Agreements —he corrected her—. The type of sex I enjoy isn't the usual.

—Oh really?

—Y/n, you're already in trouble. Do you want to keep adding onto it? —his warning had her backing up almost immediately— I'm a dom, which means not only your pleasure is under my control. Your emotional, mental and physical health also is. But it doesn't mean you don't have any control. You set the limits, you say when you want to stop or when it's being too much. And, for that, I need you to be vocal. Communication is key in these relationships. I don't want to cross any lines, and even less find out later you were uncomfortable with something we did, only because you didn't dare to speak up.

—That's what the safeword is for?

—It's a good tool for that, yeah —he nodded—. But that's more for the part where we are already at it, and you aren't comfortable with something we agreed on doing. But I need you to set limits you're pretty much sure you don't want to cross ever. A way of calling you, a way of treating you, a gesture, a practice you don't want to try... Anything.

—Do you also mark those limits?

—I do —he smiled fondly, nodding at her question—. Our pleasure stops where the other starts feeling uncomfortable. Bdsm can hurt, you might feel pain, but there will always be pleasure added to it. The second there's none of it, it's where the dynamic doesn't work.

—What are your limits?

—I divide them into two, actually. Hard limits and soft limits. With hard limits being a straightforward no, and soft limits being something I could think of doing only, and only, if you really want to do it —something about him already speaking to her as if they were already an item had her folding on the spot—. As a hard limit: non-con roleplay. Others enjoy their subs pretending to be opposed to what it's being done to them, but it's not my case. I want to hear you moaning, so loud that your sounds vibrate through my eardrums for days —his lips puckered while he thought—. Add gore, scat and bodily fluids that aren't cum or sweat. The second I see blood, the only place you'll be running to is to the emergency room. Sharing you in the Spadix, or any other room is a big no as well. Non-negotiable.

—I don't get it —she frowned—. When we had sex, you started fingering me in front of everyone.

—Sharing your pleasure is one thing, sharing you is another. I like being seen, I like others witnessing how I top you. But have someone lying a hand on you and the night is ruined. And that's another point I wanted to discuss with you. You won't be able to go to the Spadix alone. I don't want to see your name on any of those lists if it hasn't been with me.

—Does that mean I can't meet other guys? I know this isn't a romantic relationship, but...

—You aren't allowed to have another dom and go around those circles without me. In those places, you're mine only. But, of course, I won't stop you from living your life and meeting someone. I understand the nature of this relationship isn't normal, and sometimes things just happen. You don't control when you fall in love —he shrugged—. Actually, if you ever fall for someone while being with me, you'll be the one ending this up by yourself.

It was something that already happened to him, he was no stranger to having one of his agreements finished because the other part found something he wasn't willing to give out.

—I understand —she nodded.

It wasn't like she was looking for a relationship. If she was honest, she was grateful to San for that freedom he was giving her; because the last thing she needed -and wanted- was to be involved with someone else romantically -at least, in a long time.

—I also need you to know that, just like I like sharing your pleasure with the rest, I'm also the type to pull some shows there —he mentioned, looking at her over the curve of his glass while he drank—. Remember the first night you went there and you got so flustered that you ended up running away? If you're mine, you'll be the one on those shows.

She remembered how nervous and strangely uncomfortable she became when she witnessed such an explicit scene, even more after seeing the people around the stage just enjoying what they were seeing as if there was no one else around them. And while she had never thought of doing something similar to that, the thought of her being in that woman's place, while San just did with her what he wanted created a feeling that her blood was running through her veins a bit faster.

After a few seconds of silence, that were so long that started to weight on her shoulder -to the point of making her move uncomfortably on the spot-, she spoke again:

—I have a hard limit. I mean, apart from the scat and bodily fluid thing you mentioned. If we go to the Spadix, I don't want to show my face.

She was able to let herself go the way she did the last time only because no one knew it was her. The same way she sneaked inside, she knew there would be coworkers going around there, and she wasn't willing to deal with the consequences of just some minutes of pleasure.

—It's acceptable —he nodded—, and you won't have to worry about it. Either way, your first times won't be in front of everyone —he assured her.

Of course he wasn't going to expose someone who was just getting started that way. Her first contact should always be with him only and then, when she had broken her shell, he'd guide her step by step towards the outside.

—Will I have to wear latex and stuff like that? I have sensitive skin —she admitted in a whisper, causing San to chuckle.

—I'm not into costumes, so your skin is safe.

When Y/n got up, and he was able to see the way her dress flew with each step he took, he couldn't help but be reminded of the way his hand was hidden under the light fabric. Right there, and with the biggest inspiration of his muse, he got an idea of what her punishment would be like.

The dishes came, and San rushed to put his aside, holding hers to cut her steak in a bite size, leaving her plate right in front of him. Y/n loved playing with fire when it came with him, and he was going to give her a light dose of her own medicine.

Y/n was confused when she saw a plate on the side of the table, while hers was in front of him, with San calmly looking at his phone while he waited for her. His eyes lifted innocently when he heard the clacking of her heels approaching where he was sitting.

—You have a new seat.

Her eyes wandered around their area, confused at his statement, until the chair squeaking when he dragged it enough to leave her some space helped her catch a glimpse of what was about to happen.

At first, she tried to work as hard not to leave her whole weight over his thighs, dividing it between her feet and calves, only to finally give it up and hear him let out a heavy breath when her ass covered his dick.

—Now eat all of your food, without making a sound. And I might rethink your punishment.

After she finally let go of her own weight, she thought it'd be no problem to deal with it. She wasn't the one who was uncomfortable, he was.

Or so she thought.

The edges of her skirt tickled her legs as San moved it up from the right side, until his fingers reached her panties.

—Eat your food, and don't let anyone know what's going on under here, hmm? —shiverings ran over her body when his warm breath caressed her earlobe.

She couldn't help but jump when his fingers found her clothed core, sliding its tips over her fabric so softly that she thought she'd melt, unconsciously spreading her thighs a bit wider. She'd have been able to deal with that, chewing slowly on the juicy and tender steak in front of her.

The movements of her jaw stopped, clenching at the sudden and direct touch of his fingers against her wet slid when they moved lower under the elastic of her panties.

—Fuck, sugar. You like being exposed so much? I didn't have to do anything and you're already getting me all wet —he mumbled against her shoulders, while his fingers started rubbing against her clit up and down—. Eat your food.

Aware of how she stopped, she took another bite, rewarded by his fingers pressing a little harder while making circles around her button.

—You're working so hard to get my cock inside of you —for a quick moment, his fingers pinched her clit, making her sit straight—. Next time I have you sitting like this on me, you'll be keeping my cock warm. How does that sound?

But Y/n was too focused on keeping her mouth full with food, and her lips sealed so not a single moan or whine would escape them. And that made San proud. Seeing her so close to the edge, so close to losing herself, yet at the same time working so hard to keep it all between them... he was damning himself for taking so long to speak with her and getting to where they were.

With each rub, her jaw clenched a bit tighter, her breath got shakier, and her brain was working harder to ignore the growing sensation on her belly to focus on chewing.

Her skin was burning with the first orgasm, closing her legs unconsciously, placing her heels over his feet to find some stability, thinking she'd have some time to recompose after. But his fingers didn't stop moving, keeping the speed, causing an electric feeling to shake her from head to toe as San prolonged her orgasm.

She even felt forced to drop the fork, with a piece of steak still pinched on its dents, just so she could try to reach his wrist to stop him from going on.

—It's been just one. You're already asking me to stop?

The second orgasm after that one was even bigger, momentarily feeling how her eyes moved to the back of her head.

If it weren't because he wanted their first time to be all about themselves only, the next route they'd go to would be that bathroom. But he'd have time for that another day.

Y/n was next to him in his car, looking through the window with a pout she wasn't trying to hide. She didn't care about cumming four times with just his fingers, and having her legs shake so much that she was barely able to stand up later. She wasn't embarrassed when a waiter almost caught them as she escaped a soft moan when he passed by. But she did expect some naughty and dirty sex in the bathroom as a reward for doing what she was told.

Instead, he patted her leg after the desserts and guided her to get up so they could leave the restaurant and he could drop her off at her place.

He had set her on fire twice that day, only to send her off somewhere else instead of his bed.

—Anything you want to say? —he lifted his eyebrow.

—I can't understand how you're so calm after what you did —she muttered, trying to keep her tone as low as possible.

—Did you feel bad about it? —he mocked her with a grin.

—No —her answer was so quick that even she was surprised at how she exposed herself—. It wasn't on my bingo card, but since you started, you could've finished it.

—Someone still doesn't understand the roles, huh? —he rested his back against the seat of his car— Fine.

—I do understand the roles, but...

She recognized the street, but she was even faster to point out the man who was waiting outside of her building. She couldn't understand how Andy knew where she was living, but it made even less sense how he showed up there after she clearly stated she wanted to have nothing to do with him.

—Bend forward and don't move until I say so.

That time, Y/n had nothing to say, nothing to fight back for. The car started beeping when she undid her belt, able to bend her body forward as much as possible, and hide from anyone who could peek through the window.

She had always been grateful to her years doing skating, but her flexibility was one of the things that she thanked the most for keeping.

She didn't know where they were going, or what they were going to do. But one thing was for sure: she trusted San and the uncertainty around him more than her ex boyfriend and whatever scene he could come up with. 

Taglist: @brown88

[allthingsfangirl101]

Inspiration – Timothy McGee

Masterlist

McGee's POV

We rarely get three-day weekends, so when we do, I use that time to get a jump on my writing. Which is what I was doing this weekend, however, it's not working.

I tore the sheet of paper out of my typewriter and shredded it. I was trying to write my second book, but no new ideas were coming to me.

I let out a slight sigh of relief when someone knocked on my door. My heart jumped into my throat when I looked through my peephole.

"Y/N?" I said her name before opening the door. My stomach flipped when I saw her on my doorstep smiling at me. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a three-day weekend," she shrugged. "I knew you'd be writing and I knew you'd forget to eat."

I laughed as she walked by me and headed into the kitchen. When I walked in, she was pulling the food out of the bag and putting it on the table.

"How'd you know?" I asked as I leaned against the fridge.

"Are you kidding?" She scoffed, not looking at me. "Tim, I've known you since we were six. When you get focused on writing, you get a little too focused."

"Meaning?" I asked as I grabbed two beers from the fridge and placed them on the table.

"Meaning I know when you get focused, you completely forget to eat, bathe, change your clothes," she listed off. "I'm surprised you remember to breathe. Don't you remember senior year? You were working on your MIT application and forgot to eat for two days. I came over and you were barely conscious."

"You didn't leave for a week after that," I smiled.

"You scared me," she mumbled. She cleared her throat before adding, "I didn't want to risk it happening again."

She looked up at me with soft eyes - the eyes that always made me melt.

"What'd you bring us?"

* * * * *

Y/N and I spent two hours eating and talking. I completely forgot about my book as Y/N leaned her head on my shoulder and was barely able to stay awake during the movie. Without moving too much, I grabbed the blanket from off the couch behind us and draped it over her. Suddenly, it was thrown across the room.

"Is this your new book?" Y/N squealed as she jumped up and ran to my typewriter. I instantly followed her.

"Please don't read it." I tore it out of her hand and we played Keep-Away for a little while. "I'm serious, Y/N. It's not done."

"Oh come on," Y/N sighed. "I'm your best friend. You let me read your first book before you sent it off to all those publishers."

"That was after I finished it."

Y/N stopped when she saw something on my face. She let go of the pages, but I tossed it onto my desk before she could apologize.

"Is something wrong?" She asked gently.

"I'm fine," I cleared my throat. She grabbed my arm and made me look at her.

Damn it, I thought to myself. That look always gets to me.

"Tim," she whispered. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I'm stuck," I admitted.

"With your book?" She asked. I nodded making her send me her puppy-eyes. She grabbed my hand and led me over to my couch. Once we sat down, she scooted closer to me.

"Talk to me."

"It's just a stupid block," I shrugged. "It'll go away eventually."

"I know," she nodded, "but talk it out with me. Tell me what's happened so far in your book and maybe it'll help you figure it out."

Y/N sat back as I went through the first half of my new book with her. The more she nodded and the more questions she asked, the weirder I felt. For the first time all weekend, talking to Y/N helped me relax.

Talking to Y/N always felt. . . different.

"I think," she hesitated to voice her thoughts.

When she didn't continue, I gently pushed, "What?"

"I don't want you feeling like I'm telling you how to write your story," she started to ramble. "I mean, you're the writer, not me. So it's probably stupid and not nearly as good as what you could come up with. I should probably just stop talking because. . ."

"Y/N," I gently cut her off. "You are the only critic I listen to so, let me have it."

"There's nothing wrong with what you've already written," she said quickly. "I especially like how you're focusing more on McGregor."

"My publisher pushed for it," I shrugged. "She says people like him better than some of the other characters."

"I agree," Y/N smiled at me. Her smile slightly changed as she added, "But I was thinking that you could add. . . Something."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Your love interest."

Tension thickened between us. Y/N's eyes widened as she clarified, "I mean Agent McGregor's love interest. I know you already got rid of that being Amy but what if you introduced someone new?"

"New?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, her cheeks turning a slight pink. "There's nothing wrong with introducing a new character. Plus, this love interest could help him disconnect from his work."

"I like that."

"I guess," she quickly continued, "that means you need new inspiration, right? That's how you work. You meet someone and they influence your character. So, you need to go out, meet a woman, and poof! You have your inspiration."

Y/N gasped as I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. I was about to break the kiss but she started kissing me back. Things were slow and soft. I broke the kiss and leaned back, looking directly into her eyes.

"I don't need to go out and meet a new woman to get inspiration," I whispered. "Turns out, I've had it all along."

"You are such a cheeseball, Thom E. Gemcity," she teased.

"Only for you, my inspiration," I teased back. "Only for you."

[hells-wells]

Don't Blame The Movies 11

The Killers pattern isn't making sense to you, what's the missing piece of the puzzle? Stu wants to throw a party, will you go? It could be a death wish

Pairings////////// Billy X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader///////////

----------///// Warnings---------

//////////// Gaslighting, teen smoking, Ghostface shenanigans

Miss Nancy didn’t give you time to say anything, she grabbed your hand and brought you back to the office “Y/n!” Randy’s voice echoed through the empty hallway, you excused yourself from Miss Nancy, she waited for you by the door. “Hey, ah, are you busy?”

“I mean besides waiting in the office for the ok to leave.”

“Do you mind if I stop by after school? I want to run something past you.”

You nodded “Stop by whenever I’ll be going straight from here to home.”

“Y/n.” Miss Nancy opened the door.

“Sorry, I’ll see you after school?”

—----------------------------

School had been dismissed for the day, You, Tatum and Sidney were walking outside.

“It was just some sick fuck having a laugh, Sidney.”

“No, it was him, Tatum, I know it.”

“Well, you’re not to be alone anymore, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear? And that goes for you too Y/n. Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

You couldn’t help but smile “Oh, I wouldn’t dare assume.”

Tatum nodded with approval “Good.”

Stu ran up behind you three giving both you and Sidney a small heart attack “Cizzool cuz scizzool is izzout. I don’t know what you guys did but on behalf of the entire student body we all say THANK YOU!”

Rolling your eyes as you took the flower Stu gave you “Oh, you’re welcome. Next time we’ll make sure it’s an entire month off.”

“Drop it, Stu.” Tatum hissed.

“That’s the spirit girl.” Stu spun you around and threw you over his shoulder “Make it for around my birthday, yeah?” tickling your sides

“Stop it!” You thrashed around in his grip, he gently put you down and quickly picked up Tatum, copying the action, his hands holding onto her lower hips.

“I say, impromptu party tonight, my house to celebrate this little siesta. Whadda you guys say?” He hopefully asked, spinning around.

“Are you serious?” Sidney was just as surprised as you were. 

He lightly spanked Tatum’s arse as he brought her back down “That’s on account of this little vixen doesn’t invite the entire world, we’ll be fine. An intimate gathering, intimate friends.”

“What do you say, Sid, Y/n? I mean, a patho could have its perks.”

“What do you think Y/n?” Sid looked to you for help.

“Yeah like death.” You dryly replied.

“Totally protect you, girls. Yo, I am so buff. I’ve got you girls covered.”

You weren’t budging “Stu, you know parties in horror movies equals death.”

Stu looked taken aback “Oh come on, you’ll be around friends.”

Tatum added “Yeah and we’ll keep each other safe.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what the group thought in My bloody Valentine. Spoiler alert, almost everyone died.”

Tatum started to become irritated “Don’t scare Sid.”

Stu laughed “You’re starting to sound like Geek.”

Now you were growing irritated “We’ll I don’t have a death wish so enjoy your party. My turn-off is here so I’ll talk to you guys later.” You walked down your street, ignoring them.

How fucking stupid are they?!

You were sitting in the living room when Randy arrived.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She took her boyfriend out for a drive.”

He nodded “Mmm, well it’s probably better so they don’t overhear.”

You laughed “That serious?”

“Deathly! Y/n, besides me, you know the only way to survive this is to follow the rules! I’ve been racking my brain since your attack, Y/n, do you have a theory on who the killer is?”

“Mmm, not really. I heard his voice the night of the attack and I’ve been trying to figure out where I know him from…”

“If we think about this logically, who cares enough for you to kill your high school bullies?” He waited for a moment “Duh, Billy! He has killer printed on his forehead.”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, you’re betting on them doing it for me but what if it’s to have me as a red herring?”

“That’s a good point but with what happened with Billy earlier today at the video store, I’m leaning towards him.”

“Wait, what happened today at the store?”

He rolled his eyes “Long story short he overheard me and Stu talking about my theory and he DID NOT seem impressed.”

“Well, duh. If the roles were reversed, I would be annoyed with you too.”

“There’s annoyed and giving Ted Bundy vibes!”

“That’s not an accurate comparison. Bundy Raped and murdered women ranging from really young to older and tried cannibalism. If anything it would be Heathers, making him J.D.”

“Whatever, my point still stands!”

“The last I checked he has a girlfriend, remember? Why would he want to kill Sid?”

“There’s always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend. That’s the beauty of it all! Simplicity!”

“Ah-huh, fact.”

“Sorry, I went off track. We need to stick together, with us both at the party tonight it’s a sure thing. Keeping each other safe.”

You paused “I’m not going.”

“What?!’ He nearly jumped off the couch.

“I’m surprised you want to go.”

“Hey, safety in numbers, that’s why.”

You made your way over to the big bay window, opening it to sit on the nook, looking out “You know, Himbry and Miss Nancy called me in to talk about staying away from Billy today.”

Randy followed you “Really? My theory is adding up even more. What did they say?”

“Basically that they see or get a feeling off of him and I should be careful with trusting him so much.”

“It’s not the worst advice, I know how you two are… How do you feel about that?”

You paused, and your body lightly started to shake “Fuck them.”

Next Chapter

[ofbluesandyellows]

Three: Jitterbug Love- Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings: mentions of puking and swearing

Word count: 2,999

Previous chapter

The truth was that you thought you were fucked the night before but on Monday you realized you were not as fucked up as you were when you woke up that morning. It was all thanks to the dream you just had, it had been weird but caused a fluttery feeling to explode in your stomach when Eddie kissed you under the moonlight, and he tasted like cherries and his lips were cold because he had bought you a slushy; you just came out of a concert in New York. It felt so normal to be there, when reality hit you like a bucket of cold water you woke up to the sound of fucking Van Morrison coming from downstairs.

You could feel your heart pounding so hard against your ribs that you were actually afraid you were going into cardiac arrest. You fell onto the pillow again, whenever you closed your eyes there was Eddie’s fucking smirk and those shiny brown eyes, fuck him! Fuck him and his charm!

The pillow did little to muffle your frustrated screams but Van Morrison was way louder than you so it was fine, but it wasn’t fine, you had a crush on fucking Eddie Munson, the one guy you never considered having a crush on. You even had one for Steve Harrington a couple of years back, and then he dated Nancy and who could beat Nancy Wheeler? Exactly, no one. So you forgot about him and then you disappeared, and it was all fine.

Robin, you needed to talk to her, she’d know what to do, or you hoped she knew because this could not continue to grow, this was a dead end, because you were going back to New York and he was going to stay and you… you couldn’t afford having your heart at stake for just a guy who had only treat you right and was fun to be around.

HE LIKED SOMEBODY ELSE! That was the main thing.

Shit!

Right after you finished your chores you were practically running to Robin’s, and the moment she sat you down at the foot of her bed you spilled the beans about the dream and how he had kissed you, both in the dream and in real life. You explained how the drunken kiss didn’t feel important in the moment, you have kissed people before and it meant nothing and you guessed this would be the same but, but—

“But you can’t stop thinking about it, right?” Robin had her hand on your knee, trying to give you a little comfort, it wasn’t working much but it was enough to at least have her there to vent to.

“Yes! and it’s… it’s so sudden and I—I didn’t plan it, it just blossomed out of nowhere and it’s been what? Two days, can you believe that shit Robin, who the fuck develops a crush on a guy in two days? I’m insane absolutely insane and stupid, I’m so very stupid because of the circumstances of the whole thing.”

Rambling was the thing you and Robin did a lot when you were overly excited, overly stressed and overly nervous. You were all of them combined.

“Y/n, that happens. It's the magic of love or attraction or whatever a crush is, but the feelings won’t go away just because you want them to, this is just so unfortunate because I know for a fact that you don’t go around developing feelings for guys every time.”

“I know… that’s why I’m freaking out here Robin!” you hid your face in the palms of your hands, “this sucks ass,”

“It sucks ass big time, he likes Chrissy though. Shit y/n, are you sure you like Eddie Munson? Damn this is so random.” You grunted, “yeah sorry, I’m trying to wrap my head around this situation.”

“I should just go back to New York, it’s for the best.” You decided, already making up your mind, it was just a logical answer.

“Hey! And what about me? You came so we could spend time together and instead you go hang out with Eddie.”

“Against my will! And look where it got me.”

“Not so against your will” if looks could kill Robin would be very dead by now, “what I’m trying to say is that maybe Eddie kinda likes you back. I’m not saying that he wants to marry you nor anything like it but why would he go to your place to just see ‘how you were doing’ adding to the fact that it was late at night and he had everything already planned. That’s sketchy as fuck if you ask me.”

Robin had been pacing around her room as she talked, coming up with theories, until you interrupted her.

“Maybe he wanted to ask Chrissy and he chickened out, he told me he wanted to ask her out but he was afraid so… there we have it! I’m his wing man or his back up plan to not be alone, I don’t even know.”

“Maybe we are overthinking now, reading too much into this.”

“You think?” you snapped, “we are choking in a glass of water, but I did this to myself.”

“Y/n, you are going to hate me for it but we need to call a professional.”

Robin stopped moving and looked at you dead in the eye, she was serious.

“This is so humiliating.” You whined but she was right. Desperate times require desperate measures.

★★★

Steve Harrington appeared in Robin’s room in the span of fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds, he was panting he had to take a second to collect himself.

“Where’s the emergency?” He asked, hands on his knees.

“Right here!”

“I’m the emergency!” You said gleefully, it was sarcasm mostly.

“Dude… we said we would only use an S.O.S call when there was an actual emergency! I have two spray cans, a bunch of lighters and my bat in the car. Jesus, Robin.”

You furrowed your eyebrows why would they need that in case of an emergency? You wanted to ask but Robin quickly diverted the topic, she started to ramble into what the real emergency was, aka, your heart.

“Still, I don’t see what’s the problem.” Steve crossed his arms leaning on the door frame.

“I am the problem, because I have a crush on Eddie Munson!!!” you snapped, clearly having a meltdown.

“Well, it does sound quite… kooky because it’s Munson but,” he shrugged.

“Steve you're not helping” Robin pointed her finger at him.

“I don’t know how to help you if you don’t tell me why you need help!”

You wanted to pull out the hair off of your scalp. “I have a crush on him and he likes someone else and I’m going back to New York in a few more weeks, what am I supposed to do?”

Steve could’ve made fun of you, or say anything mean to you but you were on the verge of tears, so he sighed and listened as you kept saying how you were not a popular kid and how flawlessly pretty Chrissy was and you had basically nothing to offer because you didn’t even lived in Hawkins and you were just an obstacle in Eddie's life.

After venting out and having Robin as your literal shoulder to cry on, Steve sighed, if you were clueless about how to deal with all that it was impossible for him to know what to do, and you knew because he went through the same shit with Nancy.

At the moment just having them there to cry and mumble things that diminished yourself felt better than being on your own. Yes, Robin often stopped you from talking like that and Steve added a few things to make Eddie look bad, like he didn’t wash his hair or that he wasn’t that good at guitar just to try and cheer you up, which was way more than what you had expected from his bitter ass.

It was late, now it was a good time for a bath and another crying session where no one would judge you for it. You were out of Robin’s house, your pockets full with used tissues.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Steve asked, jumping off the stairs of Robin’s porch. He was making the car keys go around his index finger.

“Nope, it’s just a couple of blocks I can walk.” You sighed, tired of speaking about the absurdity of your crush.

“Fine,” Steve shrugged.

Robin was watching you both with crossed arms over her chest.

“Steve…” she said as a warning.

“Robin,” you replied in the same tone. She didn’t have to force you or Steve to interact when it wasn’t strictly necessary.

“What?!” Robin’s arms flew to the sky “is it so hard to ask my two best friends to talk and solve whatever shit it is you two have against each other? You acted pretty civil up there, that was actually nice, can’t things always be like that?”

“I didn’t say anything. I’m willing to talk.” Steve adopted that posture where his hands found a place on his hips and that stern face was on him.

“Are you really?” you retorted, ready to fight because god knew you were ready for it.

“I am still here aren’t I?”

You wanted to whine like a kid but Robin was looking at you with pleading eyes and Steve had that firmness you hated about him.

“It’s up to you now,” your friend said.

“Ugh, ok.” You gave up with slumped shoulders.

“Ok you can talk in the garden if you want, I’ll bring something to eat.” Robin said cheerfully, but Steve and you traded looks.

“No, no Robin, we need to talk about this by ourselves, you did enough. Thanks.” Steve quickly intervened.

“But—guys come on!”

“Yeah Robin, you did your part, let us… do the rest.” You said.

“It’s none of your business Robin. See you tomorrow.” Steve waved at her and you mouthed a sorry to her.

She stomped her feet on the floor and stormed inside her home.

Steve juggled with his keys “let’s get you home and on the drive we can… talk or whatever.”

Without much option you entered Steve’s car. The cleanest car you’ve ever seen. No comparison to what Eddie drove.

A subtle smell of coconut lingered in your nostrils, “Do you use air freshener?” it wasn’t a shameful thing but Steve flatly denied it.

“What? No… mmm maybe, yeah it’s a lemon-coconut mist.”

“It’s nice.”

“Yup.” He started the car.

The stereo got turned on, Here Comes The Moon played, causing your heart to summersault.

“I love this song.” You muttered.

“I know,” Steve replied, going in reverse, putting his arm on the headrest. He noticed how you were looking at him. “Well you played it at my birthday party for like a whole hour remember? It was years ago, also you left the mixtape there.”

Nonchalant as ever, Steve Harrington had mastered that tone. You remembered that day, the first time you got drunk and he had to put you aside, ‘in charge of the music’ he said. You played DJ that night, until you had to run to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

“I’m surprised you even remember that, you were so obsessed with Nancy.”

“And you helped me get her to go to the party… but of course I remember that, I cared about you because your dad let you go only if I supervised you.” A grin stretched on his lips, he was now driving on the main street.

“That day I really thought you were going to throw me out of your house for the mess I made.” You chuckled lightly, remembering the horror on Steve’s face, “Are you still mad at me?” you meant it not only for the party but for whatever other reason he hadn’t said yet.

Steve sighed at your side “I’ve never been pissed or mad at you, not even that one time.”

You threw him a sharp look.

“Okay maybe I’ve been a little annoyed but it’s mostly me projecting my issues.”

“Are you okay?” It was a sincere question.

“Yeah… no, you know what? No! I’m not okay, my dad’s being a big piece of shit to me for not putting the Harrington name up to his toxic standards.” Hands gripped the steering wheel until knuckles turned white “and then you came back and acted as if I was a complete stranger.” Steve half yelled half whined.

There we go, lets unleash the beast.

“Hey! I’m gonna be real with you for a second here, we were friendly to each other but not friends, Steve.”

“Y/n, to me you were a friend, I talked to you about Nancy in that Chemistry lab class and you gave me advice on it and it worked, hence the party, hence the conversation we just had. Also I vented about my dad and my mom to you. I invited you to all the other parties and basketball games. How’s that not a clear sign of being a friend?”

You gulped, trying not to cry. Maybe he was right, he tried and you just ignored him, you shut down completely. Fuck, now it all came to you, you threw up in his bathroom and continued with life, no shame, nothing. And Steve, he had this idea of you being his friend since forever.

“But you were awful when you were with Carol and Tommy, they said such horrible things to me and to everyone, even to Nancy and you never said a thing! I never thought you considered me a friend!”

You looked at Steve, he was so serious, you’ve seen that expression in his eyes before, it was the same when Nancy first told him she didn’t want to go out with him. You swore you could see tears in the rim of his eyes.

“Nancy said the same thing you know? And just when I thought I was free from those two assholes, when I had Nancy in my life, as my girlfriend… you left and never tried to contact me and then I found out you talked to Robin, that you two were best friends and I saw… she’s never as happy as she is when you call her. And I got jealous and—dammit! I have abandonment issues okay!?”

His voice broke at the end, you were looking at the road agape.

“I’m sorry Steve, I really do. It wasn’t my intention, I truly didn’t notice.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I was going through a lot too. My parents’ divorce and the whole moving thing, I never thought about relying on other people. Not even Robin knew about me going away until a couple of weeks before it happened.”

“I’m sorry too. It was kinda my fault.” He sniffed, “Just so you know, I would’ve listened—I would’ve been there for you because you were there for me when I didn’t understand those incomprehensible shitty useless equations.” He chuckled, sniffing again. His hazel eyes looked at you, “I’m here now, okay?” Steve reached for your hand.

“And I’m here for you as well, now and as long as our friendship or whatever this is takes us” you squeezed his hand, “sorry about your dad you said he was awful but I never thought he could be so… shitty.”

Although you knew, Robin had told you plenty of stories about his dad’s hostility.

He sighed, “It will pass, at least now I have you and Robin to distract me with silly love drama” he half shrugged making you smile, “no offense.”

“You’ve had your fair share with love drama don't you?”

He rolled his eyes, freeing your hand. “Two-seconds of friendship and you’re looking for a fight y/n? Really?” He shook his head with faux offense.

“But that’s what friends do!” You stated, “ help each other, and love each other no matter what.”

“Fair enough, so as your friend I need to ask… why Munson?”

“Wish I knew, it’s as if I asked you, why Nancy?”

“I can answer that, easily. She’s smart, cute, strong, her lips are so soft—“

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

“You asked,” he made a turn, your aunt’s house visible from down the road. “So… what’s the plan?”

“There's no plan. I’m gonna ignore this.”

“It won’t work.” Steve parked outside the house, “trust me I’ve tried.”

“Sorry.” You patted his arm in sympathy.

“We’ve said sorry way too much in the past few minutes.” His eyes found yours, it felt weird to talk about boys without Steve. “There’s this party on Saturday, I bet Munson is coming because all the cheerleaders are going and you know who was or is one? Yeah, Chrissy.”

You grunted.

Steve grinned, “I say we go and I can ask him a few things, see how he reacts, when it’s safe we leave and go to my place—my parents went to a conference in Florida so it’ll be fine—and we can discuss this issue or just hang out, I don’t know. What’s cool these days between the kids huh?”

“I have no idea, but it sounds like a plan.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight, then we go pick up Robin.”

“Cool,”

“Cool!”

You got out of his car “thanks, I guess Robin was right, this did us good!”

“I agree, see you around.”

“See you later B.F.F.” you laughed seeing Steve’s face.

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, it’s weird!” Even though he was whining, a grin tugged at the end of his lips.

“Ok then, see you on Thursday bestie.”

“Still not the right name. Don’t worry I’ll find the perfect nickname for our threesome—wait, that sounded wrong.”

You let out a big laugh. “Just go Steve.”

“Right, ok, bye.”

Next chapter

[princesachicana]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 (steven conklin x reader)

description: in which you’re head over heels for steven. But he isn’t head over heels for you, right?

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God why couldn’t he just notice you? Steven Conklin was like a daydream when you looked at him. If he speaks even little as three words to you, your heart rate spikes. But no he didn’t look at you the way you looked at him, he’d only ever saw you as a friend. He romantically liked girls like Shayla maybe even Taylor? Seeing as he made out with her. You remembered that one of your sisters jokingly pushed you towards Steven, implying to make out with you next, the look on his face after made you mortified.

It’s like he was repulsed by the thought of even so much as giving you a peck on the lips. It seemed like everyone knew you were head over heels for Steven, but Steven himself. You noticed the sympathetic looks your friends and sisters gave you when you embarrassingly tried to make conversation with Steven. Just for him to shut it down saying “I’ll be back.” and actually never come.

You craved a summer romance. With all the other boys who’ve asked you out on dates? No. With Steven Conklin there was no better boy in your eyes. You craved a summer romance just like your sisters. A set of twins dating the fisher boys? Just like a romance novel. You saw how Jeremiah made Maria’s smile bigger, You saw how Conrad’s eyes softened every time he glanced at Mariana. Yeah that’s exactly what you wanted, but you and Stevens own version.

But right here, right now you doubted that it was even possible. You were currently sitting with all your friends and sisters around a fire. You’ve probably carved your name in the sand a thousand times. Being as the conversation was about a party that occurred a week before, you had little to say. You didn’t show up, and probably run into Steven making out with a girl? No. No. No. “Why didn’t my butterfly show up?” Steven asked nudging you with his shoulder, you smiled the nickname warming your heart a little.

Everyone called you “Butterfly” because when you were younger you took a little longer than most twelve month olds to take your first steps. So when you finally did your family compared it to a butterfly that finally spread its wings and flew. After your father told the story three summer’s ago, it just stuck. So when Steven used, it felt special for only a millisecond, because then you remembered everyone else also called you that.

Your mind went back to Steven’s question, of course you couldn’t say the real reason.

I didn’t show up, because I refuse to stare at you when your kissing someone else.

“I already told you, I was tired.” Your eyes went around the bonfire, everyone else giving you knowing looks. “Bullshit, you’re never tired” Jeremiah laughed. Maria who was in between his legs, her back to his chest, turned her head quickly giving her boyfriend a knowing look that said “you are so not helping” They had the type of relationship where they had a silent language, often times they gave each other looks and just automatically knew what the other was saying telepathically.

“Well I missed you, and hopefully you got some beauty rest cause tomorrow your coming!” Steven wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You immediately giggled, you softly laid your head onto one of his shoulders. “She can’t!” Mariana spoke out loud, she was seated on Conrad’s lap who hadn’t stopped playing with her hair. Oh right you couldn’t come even if you wanted to. “Well why not?” Steven asked. “And I want no stupid excuses!” He declared with a grin.

“I have a date.” You whispered, eyes closing for a second. Yes, you had a date. The guy was nice, you didn’t know much about him. You only talked to him for five minutes and the only information that you got was, his name was Michael and he’d asked you out to an arcade. “You have a date? With who Casper?” Steven scoffed, laughing as he pulled away from you. You opened your mouth to reply but your all to protective sisters spoke before you. “Yeah, and he’s like so hot right y/n?” Mariana said making her boyfriend frown.

“Sorry babe.” She whispered, turning towards Conrad placing a chaste kiss onto his lips. “He is attractive.” Your voice was broken. You were embarrassed, Steven couldn’t even believe you had a date. He’d jokingly asked if your mysterious date was a ghost! It hurt. “Yeah, and they’ve been like FaceTiming non-stop right y/n?” It was Maria’s turn to defend you. Yeah, you wouldn’t say you’ve been FaceTiming Michael “non-stop” but he’d called a couple times and he was fun to talk to. “We have interesting conversations” your voice was small, almost preparing yourself for another insult from Steven.

“Yeah right” he muttered before getting up and walking away. You stared at his retreating figure, your eyes getting misty. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You repeated the words in your head like a mantra. “Don’t listen to him butterfly he’s an asshole.” Conrad spoke up, giving you a small smile. You nodded your head, scared that if you spoke you’d burst out into tears, you didn’t wanna ruin the rest of the night.

~

5 Minutes. 10 Minutes. 15 Minutes. 20 Minutes. 30 Minutes. Why had you waited this long? He wasn’t going to show up. You had stood by the prize stand for the arcade for almost an hour waiting for Michael like you both planned. You had stared at each and every couple who walked in hand in hand, you could tell which ones were on their first date and which ones had been together for awhile.

Really this was all your fault, right? You should have figured he wasn’t coming after your 3rd message went unanswered.

But you waited standing there, probably looking absolutely ridiculous in your outfit that your sisters helped you pick out. It wasn’t exactly your style but you figured this was what boys expected girls to wear on dates. You also tried something new with your makeup, a darker lip that made your lips more “kissable”, well according to Mariana.

After last night and how Steven had acted, you felt more than embarrassed. No doubt, he’d be laughing at you right now. You sat alone on the beach, it wasn’t a far walk from your parent’s beach house. Everyone else was at the party you contemplated showing up and lying about how the date ended quickly, but you’d face one hundred questions that would end in more lies so you just walked to the beach.

It wasn’t till now with the ocean’s waves swooshing in the background, that you cried. You had been stood up. You should of figured Michael wasn’t actually interested in you. He’d only ever asked you questions like “are you a virgin?” Or “what are you wearing right now?” and you’d occasionally get the “you up?” texts not surprisingly followed by him asking for nudes, of course you never sent any, maybe that’s why he didn’t show up?

This was just another reminder that you weren’t destined for a summer romance. “Hey” the greeting was quiet and soft, you knew it was Steven. You attempted to wipe your face, but the smeared mascara would be a dead giveaway that you had been crying. “Guessing the date didn’t go well?” Steven sat next to you hesitantly. “He didn’t show up, so just leave because I don’t really want to hear how you think it’s so funny.” You spoke staring straight at the ocean, contemplating on jumping in and letting the ocean take you anywhere but here. The boy you’ve been in love with sitting next to you as you admitted something humiliating.

“He’s fucking stupid.” Steven’s words were harsh. “Him? Look at me I got dressed up for him, I’m like the epitome of stupid.” You said, looking down at your outfit. “You look pretty really, well beautiful actually.” Steven said causing your eyes to meet his. “Thank you” His words made your heart nearly jump outside of your chest. He’d called you pretty, no he called you beautiful for the first time ever, he only ever said you looked “cute.”

“I think anyone who fucks up a chance with you is stupid, by the way” Steven’s words once again were a complete shock to you. “Anyways, any other dates or boys planned?” When he spoke each word, it looked like it took a lot for him to ask. “No, not right now at least, there’s this one boy, but he’s not interested so it doesn’t really matter.” You shrugged, like the boy you were talking about wasn’t right next to you. “Idiot” he mumbled if you weren’t sitting so close to him you wouldn’t have heard him.

“Can i ask you a question Steven?” You whispered not exactly knowing where you were going with this. “Of course y/n” he nodded motioning for you to continue. “Do you think a guy will ever be interested in me romantically, be honest am I ‘girlfriend’ material?” You needed to know, cause what was the point in trying if you were never gonna get anywhere? Your breath hitched when Steven softly took your chin in between his fingers. “You are so much more” Steven smiled, god that smile did it for you every single time.

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, you smile at me even if I was an ass to you the night before, so far you’ve remembered every single detail about me, like you really always let me draw invisible shapes on your skin when you see me getting anxious.” Your heart was pounding again, we’re you able to fall in love all over again when you already were? The answer has to be yes because that was what was happening. “You’re beautiful, you always have that pout on your lips when someone interrupts you, and the beauty mark that sometimes your self conscious about is beautiful too.” Steven’s rant stopped when he noticed you were crying.

“Hey, I’m sorry what’s wrong.” Steven grabbed your face in between his palms. “Don’t say stuff like that, cause then I’ll think you actually like me.” You closed your eyes, the feeling of his hands on your face somewhat calming you. “Hey,hey I like you, I really like you.” His confession made your eyes blink open again. “You really mean that?” Steven nodded his head his eyes shifting from your eyes down to your lips. “Can I kiss you butterfly?” You giggled mumbling a yes.

Steven Conklin was kissing you! Something you’ve dreamed about many times before, it was actually happening! His lips against yours was soft, it was like fireworks being lit, an unspoken declaration for the both of you. You were both in love with each other. Maybe you showed it more than him at times? But it was always there for him as well.

You pulled away after a minute, needing to catch your breath. “Wow.” You said against his lips. His forehead was pressed against yours. “Wow? really that’s all you have to say.” Steven laughed. “I just can’t believe this is happening.” You admitted shaking your head. “Well believe it cause your mine butterfly.” Yes.Yes.Yes you chanted in your head.

“Wait? aren’t you supposed to be at the party?” You asked curiously. Steven laughed nodding his head “yeah, but it didn’t feel right without my butterfly.” He quickly said before pulling you into another kiss.

His butterfly. His butterfly. His butterfly

You were his, and he was yours.

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[sunflowerharrington]

could write something where reader and tate had an argument and it ended up in something hotter

Say It, And Look Like You Mean It

🧸 inspired by something i read once but i can’t find it now 😔

🧸 kinda bad, sorry.

🧸 angry sex with tate langdon? angry sex with tate langdon. minors, dni. also, this can be classed as dubious consent, i think

🧸 take a shot every time i write any form of the word “angry.” and they’re at a frat party.

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“We need to talk.”

Ah, those four words nobody likes to hear, especially from an ex, and in this case it's the latter that will happen. Those four words you would much rather never have to hear from your ex-boyfriend, Tate. Hell, you never wanted to speak to him ever again.

However, your smile curls upwards and into a slight smirk, knocking back any bottled up anger brewing inside, though your mind screams at you to not follow him. But as always, you never listen to yourself. “Party’s boring as fuck anyways. Guess I’ll talk to you.”

Tate’s enticing brown eyes roam your body, his brows knitted tightly together in a frown, and he grabs your arm. He leads you across the massive garden to a secluded area, away from prying eyes and listening ears, and he doesn’t even slow down, even when you do when your heels begin to sink into the lawn.

You search for a light switch in the pure darkness, eventually finding a switch to some fairy lights. You turn them on, the lights casting shifting shadows on the gravel as the wind blows through the lights. Tate lets go of your arm, spinning towards you, letting his storm of freezing rage run loose. “What the fuck, babe?! I can’t believe you would cheat on me! And with a fucking girl?!”

You sigh, internally rolling your eyes. Clearly he thinks the two of you are still together, which is absolutely not the case. Tate had been cold, distant, for a while now, but that didn’t stop you from trying to make it work. Your breaking point was during a heated argument with his mom, and when you were in the right he still took her side.

“I broke up with you a month ago.” You shrug. “Wasn’t gonna wait forever for you to start acting your age. And your mom… she said some really mean things to me. It’s time to move on, Tate.”

He stalks towards you, needing and wanting some kind of reaction from you, but you don’t flinch, used to his angered state. Your chin rises and you shoot him a challenging stare, your gaze never leaving his.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not my Y/N!”

“Your Y/N?” A throaty laugh bubbles from your chest. “Hate to break it to ya but she doesn’t exist!”

“So you- I don’t- you don’t love me?” Tate hates how desperate his voice sounds, how desperate his heart is, to hold onto that feeling of what love could potentially be and to remember the honeymoon stage of your relationship.

“Wow, you’re more stupid than I realised! No, I don't love you, it was all bullshit.” You scoff, pinning him with a condescending look. “You were mediocre at making me come and that’s about all you brought to the table. I learned how to master faking an orgasm because of you.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you carry right on. “You’re not that smart, Tate. Your pretty compliments, smiles and messages you used to leave on my chalkboard never did shit, it was all pretend. …Chloe is a much better fuck than you ever will be anyways.”

He pushes at your chest, making you stumble backwards in shock, your back now pressed against the wall, eyes widening as he towers over you. You quickly collect yourself, glaring at him as he traps you against the wall, hands either side of you.

“I must have gotten under your skin at least a little bit, right? And all that whining about your ‘mommy issues’? God, Tate! I couldn’t even go five minutes without you having something bad to say about her!”

He refuses to acknowledge that you did in fact get under his skin multiple times. Not only have you played him, in his eyes, you’ve been searching for his weak spots; finding them with ease. Hate boils in him like lava, forming an extremely aggressive volcano, anger bubbling and beginning to burn his insides.

“You fucking used me?!”

You smirk, answering his question without saying a word, and he shakes his head, lost in a sea of fury and confusion. “So… none of it was real?”

“God no. At the start, maybe it was. You were charming, and obviously quite handsome,” you say, smiling. “But you’re also fucking delusional. Even if I were capable of falling in love, it certainly wouldn’t be with you, Sweetheart.”

The veins in his hands and arms begin to pulsate from clenching his fists so furiously, and he releases you from the cage of his arms, taking one step back. “You miserable fucking bitch. You made me believe for two years you actually loved me?!”

“Awh, baby!” Your lower lip juts out, and you pout mockingly at him. “Did sweet little Y/N hurt poor Tatey Watey’s feelings?”

His eyes burn into yours and you stare back, unwilling to budge, watching as darkness flashes in his eyes, nostrils flaring. He brought a hand up to forcefully push you against the wall, pressing his body weight against you. Still no trace of anything but the usual lack of empathy and an almost hypnotic look in his large brown eyes.

“Are you really pretending that you never felt a thing?” His hot breath brushes against your skin as he whispers, pushing you further into the wall.

“Wow, Tate.” You give a dry laugh. “With an ego that big I don’t know how your head hasn’t exploded yet!”

You then lean forward, narrowing your eyes to glare at him. “You’re not man enough to make me feel anything.”

The very last of his self control snaps as he watches a sly smirk etch into your face. He wraps his fingers around your neck and clenches, listening for your whimpers, but is surprised to see a small smile growing on your face instead of a pouty, whimpering mess. He frowns, releasing his grip on your neck and jamming them into your hair, yanking your head back. “Is that fucking so?” He hisses, towering over you, trapping you against the wall once more.

You gasp at the sudden pain, but there’s still no fear in your eyes. You are not about to let this boy have any satisfaction whatsoever.

His ice cold gaze drops to your lips, and he leans in closer, hot breath against your skin making goosebumps rise on your arms. You open your mouth to come out with a witty comeback, but he stops you. He crashes his lips against yours, with no more false gentleness, no more love lies. Just two coiled cobras eager to taste each other’s sickly sweet and sour venom. You lightly bite down on his bottom lip, grazing the skin between your teeth, and when he starts to let out a groan of pleasure, you release, letting it go with a snap. His hands immediately find your hips, a familiar feeling from months ago, and you rest yours on his chest, ready to push him backwards if he dared go any further. He snarls, shoving aside the deep cut in your dress to expose your breasts, before you have time to push him away.

He pinches at your skin, grabbing your breasts in his large hands and squeezing hard, forcing a yelp from within your throat. He twists your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and you dig your sharp nails into his wrists, something you know he loathes as it sends shooting pains up his arms, through his scars. Signals of pain and pleasure are sent firing everywhere throughout both of your bodies as you dig your nails into his skin, and he pinches at yours.

For the next however many minutes, it’s a race to mark each other as deliciously as you both can. Painting each other’s skin with love bites, biting sensitive areas on his neck, Tate shoving you against the wall and vice versa. You drop to your knees, but he drags you back up by the hair straight away, unsure whether you’d suck his cock or bite it off.

You claw your nails at the nape of his neck, leaving deep scratches as his lips attach themselves to your neck. He groans into your skin, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you cup him through his pants, squeezing hard.

“Get on your knees,” you hiss.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You don’t deserve my tongue after what you did.” He grabs your wrists with one hand and slams them against the wall, his face mere centimetres away from yours as he spits his words out. His free hand disappears into your pants, pushing your panties out of his way, and plunges two of his fingers deep inside you. He thrusts them in and out twice or three times—you can’t remember, pulling them out after, watching as they glisten in the moonlight with your slickness . He takes a step back from you and licks his fingers, tasting your pussy on them that’s always been so sweet and now, for some reason, is even more so. He swirls his tongue around his fingers, watching you, not breaking eye contact with you once. And when he continuously licks stripes up between them, you have no choice but to clench your thighs together.

He releases his fingers with a pop, snarling at you as he speaks. “Take those pants off or I’ll fuckin’ rip ‘em off you myself and you’ll leave here naked.”

Frowning at you, he takes a short breath and continues. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to parade around this garden like a whore.”

Your breath shortens, and you begin to pull down your pants and thong, too slowly for his liking apparently. He swats your hands away and rips them down your legs, almost tripping you up trying to get them off you, leaving you naked and exposed before him— other than those sky high heels. He fucking hates how hot you are, and how one look from you could have him in a mess for hours. He grabs you by the arm, dragging you further into the darkness, shoving you down onto the metal bench underneath by the poison ivy covered arch. “Bend over.”

“You bend over,” you say, laughing dryly, a soft moan escaping your lips as he grabs your chin in his hand, forcing you to look directly at him. “I said bend the fuck over, whore,” he hisses, pushing your face down against the bench, the cool metal pressing against your hot, burning skin. With wide eyes you let your mind take over, thinking about how you have never seen him like this before, this angry. And you wonder what he’s going to do to you next. But it wouldn’t take long for him to make his next move.

“You wanna be a whore, huh?” He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back up from the bench, sitting himself down on it. “Come, be a whore for me .”

He guides you by your hair to bend over his lap, and you furrow your brows in confusion, until it hits you. And so does the palm of his hand. Twice, and hard. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut, just waiting for the next one, but it never comes. He lets your hair go and you stumble to your feet, thinking he’s done with you, until he smirks, unbuckling his belt, ripping it from the loops with one hand.

“Who else have you slept with, huh?”

“Nobody, I swear!”

“Why would you lie to me?” He wraps his hands around your neck and squeezes tight, cutting off air. “I’ll squeeze harder until you tell me!”

“Kyle and Madison!”

“Such a good girl for telling me,” he smirks, leaning in. “I’ll kill them before you can fuck ‘em again. The only cum that should be in you is mine. Understood?”

He pushes you back down against the bench so your cheek presses back down against it, one lone tear trickling down your face and onto the metal.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, pain mixing with pleasure as his hand grips the reddened area on your ass cheek. “Such a good girl doing what Daddy tells her.”

“Who calls themselves that?” You ask yourself quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“I do. Got a problem with that?” You can’t see what he’s doing, but he’s doubling over the belt, holding it with a firm grip in his right hand.

He stands slightly behind you, stroking his cock with his left hand. An angry growl bursts from him, and you turn, his eyes blazed with outrage as your hand slides down your stomach. You smirk, noticing how much his brows have knitted together.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he hisses, threading the tail of the belt through the buckle. “

The furious defiance in your eyes sets his body ablaze as you shove your fingers inside yourself, pleasuring your most intimate parts before him. Never breaking eye contact, he loops the belt with practiced hands. Before you can guess what he’ll do, he spins you around and shoves your hands through the belt loops, turning them into an effective pair of handcuffs. He strokes the palm of his left hand over your right ass cheek, your back arching, goosebumps prickling on your skin in the sensation’s wake, jerking with every stroke as you wait for the coming pain.

“Are you scared of me?” He continues stroking your bare ass, waiting for an answer.

“Hardly,” you scoff, craning your neck to get a better look at him, but in reality you are terrified of what he would be capable of doing to you.

As if realising how much you’ve given away with your body language, you relax your back and shoulders, acting as though you couldn’t care less about what he’s doing to you. He rubs the flesh of your ass before raising his hand above his shoulder, switching the belt into that hand and it comes down to whip you, hard. Your body jerks from the force and you let out a loud cry, tears welling in your eyes.

And he gives you five more after that, until your skin is nearly violet. He viciously squeezes your tender, abused flesh, blowing on the sensitive area to cause even more pain.

You swallow a sob, choking on rage and desire, your cheek burning. “Get on with it already!” You snarl.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He leans forward, whispering in your ear as he shoves two fingers inside you without warning.

You arch your back towards him, and he pumps mercilessly, his hot mouth on your ear. “You’re gonna beg daddy to let you come, slut.”

“I don’t beg, you prick.”

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “You will.”

He adds a thirst finger and thrusts even harder, your whimpers of pleasure shooting through him like lightning. Your walls pull him in, and you find yourself pumping yourself against his angry hand, and as he finds just the right spot inside and starts to attack viciously, you scream.

Tate collects your wetness with his thumb and then plunges it into your asshole. You give a hiccuping moan as he thrusts his fingers into both holes. You arch backwards, forcing them further into you. You begin to throb and tighten around his fingers, and that’s the moment he pulls them all out of you and takes a step back.

“Nooo,” your silence crumbles, and you let loose a weak sob. “Please, Tate!”

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy…”

“Try again, slut. I am your God, you worship me! Repeat that; You are my God, Tate!” He shouts, pulling your head back by your hair, using his free hand to slap you across the face.

“You are my God.”

He smirks, watching you closely. You look amazing; nude and gleaming in the moonlight. But it’s the begging he enjoys most.

You gasp and turn to him with wide eyes, your arms jerking as you try to free yourself from his hold.

“Don’t be afraid of God, baby,” he says softly, caressing your bruising cheek. “Admit defeat and I’ll release you right now.”

He leans closer to your ear again, lips pressed against your skin. “I’ve already made you call me God and beg for me, so it’s not like you have any pride left.”

“Oh fuck you, Langdon!”

“I’m taking that as consent, Y/N.” He strokes his free hand down your back, more goosebumps rising on your skin. “As I said, we can end this whenever you like. The minute you say no, I’ll stop,” he says, hints of sarcasm laced within his words. He won’t stop, he never stops, he’s Tate Langdon for fuck sake!

Heavy, stubborn silence stretches between you, though a second later he breaks it, chuckling near your ear, making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. “You could just admit you like this, you know.”He pushes your legs back and knots those straps from your heels at your ankles and then uses the remaining laces to tie them to the belt loops. Fuck, it’s so much better than his fantasies. You’re spread before him like a poisoned feast he wants to devour, knowing it could potentially kill him. “Maybe I should fuck this pretty ass.”

“Maybe I should fuck yours,” you spit.

“Mmm, I’m not opposed to that, Y/N,” he states, taking his cock in his own hand, stroking firmly. “Let’s save that for next time.”

He rubs his achingly hard cock against your pussy, coating it in your slickness , before pressing it into your asshole. Under your breath, you whimper the words; fuck me. .

A cruel thought occurs to him and he smiles as he presses his cock right where you want it. “Do you know what I think?“

"I don’t care.”

"Don’t be impolite, my sweet, sweet little Y/N.” He slaps you tender ass and you hiss in pain. Then he rubs his hand soothingly over your raw skin. “I think you’d love my huge cock in that pretty pussy of yours . The meaner we fuck, the more you’re going to love it.”

You’re silent for a moment. “So will you.”

“Oh, Absolutely. You’ve been so fucking boring in bed until now, I’ve almost fallen asleep every time. ‘Oh! Oh Tate! Daddy, I can’t! Oh fuck!’.” He mimics, laughing at the frown on your face.

Your angry huff makes him chuckle , and he slaps your ass again. Not for his pleasure, mostly, but just to see you in pain.. “But this isn’t about how much I like it, is it? So let’s do this a different way, hm?”

He unravels the belt and unlaces your shoes, freeing you, tossing your shoes across the garden to where anyone could potentially see them and go looking for the owner. . You turn over and look at him, questioning it, but he ignores you. Without a word, he checks your ankles and your wrists to make sure he didn’t injure you too badly, before pulling his shirt over his head and removing his pants, pulling you close.

His hands wander slowly over you, stroking your legs and the curves of your hips. Instead of pinches and scratches, he skims you, as if memorising every plane. His mouth traces tenderly over your collarbone and up to your neck. He teases the shell of your ear with his teeth and a smile, making you shiver.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, putting as much emotion into his words as he is capable. “You’re the only light I’ve ever known in all of my darkness.”

You jerk backwards. “What are you doing?” You sound more distressed than you had been by the belt ‘handcuffs.’

“Making love to you,” he says softly. “Would you like me to stop?”

You raise your chin and say nothing. He laughs, and continues his gentle exploration of your body with his hands and mouth. Finally, he makes his way to your thighs, making you whimper and jerk towards his hands. But he will not be rushed.

“You’re so soft,” he groans, stroking your slit. “So wet. And it’s all for me.” He slides two of his long, slender fingers inside you, slowly massaging your sweet spot.

“Would you please just fuck me?” Your thighs begin to shake with either lust or fury. Likely both.

“Loving this new politeness, Y/N. But no.”

While he pumps so softly, so slowly, he scrapes his teeth over the side of your neck and continues making love to every inch of you. You hate it, which makes it all the more satisfying for him.

Every time he feels you close to the edge, he backs off, until the simmering rage in your eyes gives way to frustrated tears. “Please Tate,” you cry, your voice cracking. “I can’t take this. Fuck me. Please!”

Watching you break is better than any sex he’s ever had. And you hate that he’s made you break, mentally kicking yourself off the roof of the house. You didn’t want to give in, but you just had to.

He kisses your temple, where your tears trail. “You want to come, baby?”

You nod and more tears leak from your pretty eyes. He brushes them away with his thumb and sucks the salt from his fingers, tasting sweet fucking victory. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He slowly drives his fingers back inside of you. “And what is my pretty little princess sorry for?”

You give a weak hiccup. “I’m sorry I broke up with you. I… I wanna be with you again.”

He curls his fingers upwards and thrusts a little harder as he strokes your clit with his other hand. “Yes… Does that feel better?”

“Oh god, yes,” you cry. “Feels so good.”

He pushes you to the very edge, and smirks. “Tell me you love me, babe.”

You still. “No.”

“Say it, or this ends. And trust me, your fingers aren’t gonna do shit compared to what mine can.” He strokes your cheek. “Say it, and look like you fucking mean it while you’re at it.”

A battle rages in your expression, but it’s clear the force of his fingers moving within your walls is more than you could bear losing at this moment in time.

“I love you,” you spit out.

“You don’t sound or look like you mean it.”

You internally scream, more tears spilling down your face, and down onto your still naked body. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes and soften your expression, and your voice lowers to an almost whisper. “I love you, Tate Langdon.”

God, you’re a wonderful actress. It makes him even harder.

“I love you too, Princess.”

He rams his fingers home until you come apart, thrusting erratically against his hand. The way you explode around his fingers is nothing he’s ever seen before; your muscles tighten, your hips spasm violently, and you sob until you are nothing but a slippery glittering mess in his hands.

Your shudders finally slow, and you instinctively reach for him. He kisses your palm as it skims over his jaw, reaching to take your hand in his and softly presses kisses to your knuckles. He stares down at you, his breath catching. You are so beautiful and broken. Your eyes shimmer with vulnerability, wide and innocent.

And he understands. Perhaps more than he’ll ever understand anything, he understands you. He feels the same crack, the same shifting ice cold wall in his chest. It’s as repulsive and intriguing as both of your false I-love-yous. He could potentially take over the world with you. His venom princess in sky high stilettos.

Moaning softly, you push toward him, brushing your lips over his. Begging without words for him to admit to this.….. lust you have for him. To give you what you just gave him.

Feather soft, he skims your lips. You tilt your head, eager for the crush of his intoxicating kisses.

Sighing, he pulls back and strokes the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. Then, without another word, he stands and collects his clothes.

Confusion fills your glassy eyes as he picks up his black and green striped sweater , brushing out any creases with his hand. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He slides his belt through the loops of his pants and you watch, your eyes lighting with a fresh desire of what’s to come later tonight.

“Can I go with you?”

“No,” he says, pulling his shirt back on. “I’ll just jerk off tonight. I’m a better fuck than you anyways.”

All of your softness vanished, humiliation burning like a forest fire in your eyes and your mind. “I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have.”

“I’m sure you think so. I’ll just go to my grave never knowing, or caring, really.” He jogs away and picks up your shoes tracing the patterns on the sides as he comes back over to you. “But you’ll always wonder how good this could have been. I don’t like cheaters and liars, and I can never be with one.” He tosses the high heels towards you. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Fuck you!” You hiss, attempting to throw one of your shoes at him, but he dodges it, beginning to walk away.

He smiles, giving you a wink. “That’s my Y/N. Feisty as always.”

And with that, Tate walks away into the darkness. Out of the garden. Out of town and back home to his house, the only place he felt like he truly belonged, among ghosts and sinners who did wrong in their lives. He breathes in the chilly air as the crack in the ice wall around his heart mends itself , growing thicker and stronger than ever before. Does he feel bad for you? Of course not!

After all, “Cheaters get what they deserve.”

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pretty when you cry - chapter eleven

series masterlist / my writing playlist / chapter twelve (a)

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ only. this is a short chapter. a little sweet and angsty. dubcon relationship. early stages of stockholm syndrome? idk. honestly not a lot happens here, but if i’m missing anything that should be tagged pls let me know.

words: 3.5k

notes: first things first!!! yes, i am posting on a new blog. i made a new account and all updates and new fics will only be posted here - @bellasburdens - and reblogged to my fic library @bellaslieberry. bellareadsandrecs will still be up for now but i will not be posting or updating on there at all so please give this new blog a follow instead. thank you :)

okay now for the chapter notes -

i lied again lol

mean!bucky will actually be coming back in the next chapter. i just keep adding things and i can’t stop myself 💀 this chapter is short, deceptively sweet, and angsty but chapter twelve will be a lot more dark (or so i’m planning) so get ready

this chapter is kinda stupid and all over the place and barely tracks but it’s okay bc next chapter doesn’t suck so lets just look forward to that lol

bucky and reader are such hopeless romantics it makes me so sad :( why’d everything go so wrong :(

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! or not! no hard feelings lol. feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated - please let me know what you think! and thank you for reading and reblogging.

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You woke up with a start, that feeling of panic heavy on your chest as you looked around the dark room, heart pounding as your eyes tried to scan your surroundings - finding nothing familiar. The heavy arm that wrapped around you and the feeling of Bucky's warmth radiating from behind you reminded you where you were and helped you to find your calm as you willed your heart to slow down and took measured breaths.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep,” Bucky murmured in your ear, his voice sounding deeper than usual and thick with sleep. You momentarily felt badly for waking him up, but the sweat still on your skin and the sticky feeling of his spend between your legs was your main concern. You tried to get up from the bed, but Bucky stopped you, pulling you tighter against him.

“I need the bathroom, Bucky,” you complained.

He drew in a deep breath before he threw the covers off of himself and got out of the bed while you stayed where you were. He stood and stared at you from the end of the bed for a moment before impatiently gesturing for you to get up. You rolled your eyes as you gripped the comforter, eyeing the throw blanket that was crumpled at the end of the bed, hanging onto the footboard. You sat up and grabbed it, wrapping it around yourself before you neared him, his eyes never leaving you.

You assumed he was going to take you to a bathroom somewhere down the hall maybe, but when he approached a closed door on the opposite wall in the same room and opened it to reveal the master bath, you looked over at him incredulously. Did he really get up out of bed just to walk you not even ten feet across the room? Where exactly did he think you were going to go?

He opened the door and flicked on the light, causing you to wince slightly as your eyes tried to adjust. And then he just stood there in the doorframe. You looked at him and he just extended his arm into the bathroom, gesturing for you to enter.

“Are you serious?” you asked, annoyed.

“You said you needed the bathroom,” he responded.

“Yeah, I didn’t need an escort across the room. And I certainly don’t need you watching me while I’m in here,” you said as you passed him, entering the room, “So, if you’d move,” you continued as you tried to shut the door while he was still in the doorframe.

His hand held the door and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Don’t lock it,” he said before letting you close it on him. You shut the door and, of course, immediately locked it, earning a harsh growl of your name in return from the other side of the wood.

“What do you think I’m gonna do, Bucky? Crawl out of the window with nothing but a fucking blanket around me and run away?” you snarked.

“Unlock it. Now,” he said seriously. You rolled your eyes but relented. He threw the door open the second you did as he told you to and followed you further inside the room.

You ignored him as you looked around the bathroom. To your left was a mirror and a set of sinks along the wall. To the right was a large walk in shower, which looked very tempting at the moment. Straight across from you was a huge bathtub set in front of a large window, which had the blinds slightly open, letting the moonlight shine in some. As you walked further in, Bucky following your every move, you saw another door to the left which was open, inside was the toilet. As much as you had to pee, you walked past it to see what was on the other side of the wall. You found another large mirror in front of another sink and next to it was what you assumed was a towel closet.

His bathroom alone was nicer than the entirety of your house and it was nearly spotless, too. There was no way he could afford this house by himself just off of the business his shop got, you were sure of it. You just didn’t know what other business he conducted outside of that that could afford him a place like this. You didn’t really want to know, either.

So instead of asking, you turned back and walked through the door leading to the toilet.

“Am I allowed to close this one?” you asked sarcastically as you turned to look at Bucky leaning on the wall next to the shower.

He smirked before answering you, “Yeah, you’re allowed to close that one.”

You clenched your jaw and shut the door harsher than necessary. You used the toilet and cleaned yourself up as best you could but still felt sticky all over. And you wreaked of sex. You walked out and to the nearest sink to wash your hands, struggling to keep the throw around you as you did.

He walked up behind you as you were trying to dry your hands and yanked the blanket from your naked body.

“Bucky!” you yelped. Immediately you tried to cover yourself with one arm while attempting to grab the throw from him with the other, but he wouldn’t let you have it. Instead, he dropped it on the floor, pulled your arm away from your body and pulled you into him as you pouted and avoided his eye.

“We’re both up now, might as well shower, too,” he suggested as he gazed down at you pouting against his chest. You didn’t respond, so he continued, “I’ll be right back. Let the water get warm,” he said after letting you go and turning the shower on, then leaving the room completely.

After watching him go, you walked into the shower and tested the water that was falling from the ceiling shower head. You felt sweaty and gross and were actually thankful Bucky suggested the shower so that you wouldn’t have to ask. There was a bench along the left wall of the shower and shelves along the back wall near the faucet handles.

When the water was warm, you walked fully into the shower, letting the water rain down on you. As cleansing as the water felt, you knew you wouldn’t be or feel clean until you scrubbed your skin with body wash. Cursing at yourself for not looking for some sort of washcloth or towel before getting wet, you debated just walking to the otherside of the bathroom and getting the floor wet in search of one before Bucky came back in. In his hand was the bag you had packed with all of your toiletries. He put it on the counter and started taking everything out of it as you watched him. You don’t know why you were so surprised, of course he had no qualms about going through your things, but still, you were.

And when he started putting some of your things in drawers and cabinets, you finally recalled what he had said before you passed out on his bed earlier. He wanted you to stay here with him. He was planning on keeping you here with him. But that couldn’t happen. You had a house, rent, two jobs, you had obligations and responsibilities. You couldn’t stay here. You needed to go home. But it was so late.. or early? You didn’t even know what time it was. And you were hardly in a position to argue with Bucky right now. You needed to calm down and take it one thing at a time. You were already here and you needed to shower, so you decided to focus on just that for now.

“What time is it?” you asked him as he continued taking things out of your bag and placing them where he saw fit.

“2:27,” he responded while he set your toothbrush near his in one of the holders he had on the counter. You nodded to yourself before you asked your next question.

“Do you have a washcloth I can use?”

He didn’t answer, just walked to the other side of the bathroom. You heard the cabinet open and close and he came back with a couple of washcloths and two fluffy bath towels in hand. He hung up both towels on the towel rack right outside the shower and grabbed your bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash off the counter before walking into the shower to join you. He handed you a washcloth and set the bottles on one of the shelves near his own.

“I need the-” you were going to ask for the body wash before he turned around with it in his hand. He took the now wet cloth from you and instead of squeezing the soap onto it, he put it directly on you, squirting the body wash onto your chest, the cool soap shocking your skin briefly, before he began to run the cloth along your body, washing you himself.

You were quiet as you watched him be so attentive and caring. Internally reveling at his touch, letting him turn and move you any way he wanted. He washed from your neck to your arms, and down your torso before he turned you around and washed down your back and down your legs before he came back up and turned you back around to face him. He slipped his hand between your legs, nudging you to spread your legs and you did so, hesitantly. He ran the cloth up and down your inner thighs and up and around your hips and ass before you spoke softly. “Okay,” you said, urging him back to stand at his full height. He threw the cloth on the bench before he looked back down at you, admiring you standing defenselessly before him. You turned around once again and let the water wash the soap off of you before you moved to wash yourself a little more intimately between your legs with the water.

Bucky was washing his own body when you finally felt fully washed and cleaned. You stared at him as his back was to you now and… wanted to cry. You wished it was always like this - that it could have been like this from the start. Loving, gentle, intimate. You could see it all playing out in your head now.

In a perfect world, where Bucky wasn’t so fucking stupid, it would have been different. Maybe you would have seen each other at the bar, but then probably wouldn’t have said anything to each other. Some time later, maybe you would have met at the diner.. and then maybe you and him would have picked up on your connection. But, it would take a while before anything came of it, knowing yourself and knowing how Bucky initially felt about finding his soulmate. Maybe there would have just been days of him coming into the bar or the diner while you worked, and maybe he’d barely talk to you, but, who knows, maybe eventually some faithful intervention would have occurred, forcing you two together. Maybe he could have been your knight in shining armor, maybe he would have come to your defense or maybe he would have found you like a damsel in distress, crying or having a panic attack (more likely than you’d like to admit), or just, something and he would so easily soothe you… and then, hey, maybe you both would go your separate ways. But then, maybe he’d show up to your house and tell you how he can’t stop thinking about you. How he can feel you, and how he’s sure you feel the pull, too. And you’d admit that you did. That you couldn’t stop thinking about him, either. You’d easily accept that you were soulmates. And then, maybe he’d ask you to go to dinner with him. And from there, something beautiful could grow. Something sweet and simple and pure. But this wasn’t a perfect world. And Bucky could be really fucking stupid. Stupid and selfish.

And yet, here you were. Showering with him and somehow feeling like you were the most important thing in the world to him. You felt it in his touch and you could swear you saw it in his eyes as he stared at you like you were a perfectly imperfect work of art. You thought again of fate. How you could imagine some fated intervention forcing you two together. And you thought, maybe it had. Maybe that was exactly what happened. What if that was the only way to bring your union together? What if everything happened exactly the way it had to so that you two could be together. How beautifully fucked that would be. Tragically, cosmically, unfair. It just seems more and more like you never had a choice. Neither of you did. Maybe there could be some solace to find in that. It was always outside of your control. But how different things could be if it wasn’t. That would always taunt you. Haunt you. Could you ever let that go?

You hadn’t realized you actually started crying until you were back in Bucky’s arms, water pouring down on the both of you as he shushed you, almost caringly.

“What if I say I don't want this?” you questioned weakly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said softly against your temple as your face was tucked down into him, “Even if that were true,” he murmured before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “It’s not up to you,” he finished as you shuddered and cried into him, wrapping your arms desperately around him as he held you and swayed with you gently under the still falling water.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise. I’ve got you. No matter what, I’ve got you,” he spoke into your hair, holding you a little longer and a little tighter before he gently pulled away from you to shut the water off. You stayed in your spot, wiping the tears away as he grabbed one of the towels for you and wrapped it around your body before securing his own around his waist.

You spent a while longer in the bathroom, really taking your time to go through what you could of your usual nighttime routine. When you walked back into the master, you found Bucky finishing putting clean sheets on the bed, wearing only a pair of sweats. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he watched you approach, still holding the towel around your body.

“Your bags are right there,” he said, gesturing toward the doors of the walk in closet. You went over and looked through them before you found a pair of underwear and one of your pajama shirts. You decided to forgo a bra and didn’t bother finding a pair of shorts, you didn’t really see the point in searching for them when you were on the verge of passing out yet again, exhaustion taking over you. You shimmied on your underwear and after dropping the towel, pulled the sleep shirt on. You weren’t sure where to put the towel, suddenly concerned with manners before Bucky called you over to him, telling you to just throw it in the bathroom.

“Come here,” he beckoned. You walked over slowly and when you were near enough, his hands found your waist and he pulled you to him, looking up at you from where he sat, obviously noticing your renewed tiredness. He held you for a moment and it was peaceful in the silence as he rested his head against you, your hands trepidatiously reaching out to him, your fingers running through his damp hair before he pulled away slightly.

“God, you’re everything. Everything I want. Everything I need. Everything I never knew I was looking for,” he said quietly, leaning up to punctuate each sentence with a kiss to your pliant lips as he still held you by your waist. “I’m sorry I tried to make you think different. But I’m not letting you go now,” You bit your lip as you looked at him, his eyes filled with so much sincerity you had to look away.

“I know you're still tired. Lay down,” he said as he pulled you onto the bed. As you moved to adjust yourself more comfortably on the mattress, he positioned himself to spoon you from behind.

“I love you,” he whispered to you. Your heart clenched and as you let the words sink in, you turned slowly into him, your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His comfort coaxing you to sleep.

You woke up as the sun began to rise, with Bucky in a deep slumber beside you. Being as quiet and careful as you could, you left the bed and grabbed the first pair of bottoms you saw in your bag still on the floor. You pulled the loose shorts on and wandered downstairs, all the while keeping an eye on Bucky’s sleeping figure while you backed out of the doorway before heading down. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do in all honesty, but you thought it would be smart to at least know where your keys were. A part of you wanted to stay and wait for Bucky to get up so you could talk to him but another part wanted to just find your keys and go home to be alone and figure things out away from him for the time being.

You couldn’t keep denying it anymore, that you knew. Whether you wanted to or not, you were with Bucky, for real now. But what was that going to entail? How quickly were things going to change. How much could you take so soon? You hadn’t forgiven him yet and you weren’t sure if you ever would, but you knew that despite it all, you loved him. Your soul ached for him and you couldn’t change that. And fighting it had brought nothing but more pain and hurt from both sides.

You know the end. You just need time to process the inbetween. Everything that has happened so far and everything that is bound to follow.

It’s just, it’s so good when you’re with him. You could almost forget the bad. Maybe one day you’ll be able to completely. To just be present and allow the love to flow instead of trying to deny it. To allow yourself to forget what he did. Maybe one day you won’t even think of it anymore. Wouldn’t that be nice. You almost laughed to yourself as you thought those stupid thoughts.

Really, though, what was the point? Why keep hurting yourself to keep him away when it’s inevitable. Everything is so much simpler, easier, when you just stop fighting.

But, fuck, he didn’t deserve to get off so easy. You could never do anything to hurt him the way he hurt you. Never. And maybe it was a good thing you kept reminding him of how much he fucked things up. There would always be a little part of you that hated him for it. And if you had to feel it, then he should have to, too. He has to live with what he did, just like you have to.

You know he loves you and he wants you, needs you. But you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Not when you could help it. You had gone through your bag that was still downstairs and searched all around the foyer looking for your keys, even going as far as out to your car to see if they were left inside or maybe he had dropped them out there last night. You had decided that you did want to go home. You figured some alone time would do you good, and you were sure Bucky would come get you soon enough anyway. Maybe you would leave him a note, just so he wouldn’t go full psycho stalker when he realized you were gone. But you couldn’t find them. You were frustrated now as you walked back inside and closed the front door quietly, picking up your bag to look through it one last time, just in case.

You felt him behind you before you heard him, and you could tell without even seeing him that he was upset yet again. More than upset, you thought, as you could practically feel his anger the closer he got to you. So much so that you stopped moving completely, feeling frozen in place as you waited with baited breath for him to speak - almost scared to make any sudden movements. The intensity coming from him was overwhelming and you wanted to say something, to explain. You knew how this looked. It looked like you were trying to run away from him again. And he had already made it clear he wasn’t going to let that happen. You didn’t know what he was going to do, how he was about to react, but if last night was any indication, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be all too pleasant for you if he got even more possessive. If you could just explain, though, maybe he’d see where you were coming from. If you could just get the words out…