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The one
Modern Tommy Shelby x reader
A/N congratulations @toms-cherry-trees on 1.5K followers! 👏🏻✨🎉🥳🙌🏻 you deserve that and many many more!! So I wrote this little piece for you, I hope you enjoy it, the idea came to my mind as the perfect match for your autumn theme when I saw this moodboard @acewritesfics created (I know you did it for Cillian + cottage Ace, but since I have that idea very similar in my The Photoshoot series, I took it as inspiration for a modern Tommy ☺️)
Patting around the bed to find the solid body she loved the most, but all Y/N could find was emptiness.
She couldn’t love this place more, the birds were chirping outside, the fresh air was too good to be true, no cellphone signal… if only she could find Tommy.
“Good morning beautiful.” He praised from the bedroom door, stepping in with a tray full of coffee, fruit and toast.
“I woke up and you weren’t here.” She pouted covering her upper body with the sheets.
“But I am now.” He replied placing the tray over her legs, taking one long look at her disheveled hair, tangled from all the times he ran his fingers through it the previous night. Her naked form covered only by the ivory sheets.
This was the closest to a vacation she could afford right now, not because money was a problem, but because Tommy had been extremely busy with his business and she knew asking for a five day or a week holiday would drive him mad, so a weekend at a small cottage was a luxury she couldn’t miss.
Everything had been perfect since they arrived; the lovely weather, the scent of nature, the calmness vs the caos in the city. She loved specially the dead leaves crunching beneath her feet as they took a long walk the previous day.
“It was a good idea to bring that small coffee machine.” Tommy chuckled realizing how little things they had there, no tv, no wifi, there was a small old fashioned fireplace that luckily still worked and he lit it as it started to get chilly last night.
“Told you it was a good investment.”
“I thought we’d have one… guess I was wrong.”
“Yeah same reason why you brought your iPad too.”
Tommy stole a strawberry from the bowl. “Uhu, I really can’t believe there’s no access to technology around.”
“Don’t complain, we’ve hot water and power light.”
Tommy’s eyes sparkled suddenly. “And the best part is… I‘ve you all to myself.”
Y/N’s body tingled just by his voice and the way he was looking at her.
Closing her legs instinctively, she observed her boyfriend place the tray on the dresser.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” He arched an eyebrow cockily at the same time he took one of her legs to drop a kiss on her ankle, starting a trail of feather-like kisses all over her skin, making Y/N discover the soft spot behind her knee that she didn’t know it existed and how much it was turning her on.
She sighed content letting Tommy throw the covers aside.
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It was a lovely Autumn day, her favorite season, the colors, the trees losing their leaves, the smell, she could swear the atmosphere was different.
Perhaps what really made a difference was watching Tommy so calm with a high energy and an endless smile on his face. Turning around, she found the last rays of sunshine kissing his skin, every freckle and the reflection in the lake in front of them making his blue eyes sparkle even more.
He wasn’t wearing his signature immaculate three piece suit, but a white t-shirt covered by a denim jacket and black jeans, he looked like a totally different person, looking at him made her heart skip a beat, just like the first time.
“Whot?” He frowned.
“You look different.” Y/N pointed out. “Happier.”
“Well I’ve everything I want right now, that surely is a motive.” Tommy admitted kissing her hair.
His surprise grew even more when he saw Y/N pulling out a blanket from the basket she demanded to bring to their stroll.
“Don’t stand there watching, help me!” She shot him a look, placing her side on the grass.
“So bossy.” Tommy chuckled, relaxing his body finally over the blanket, pulling her towards him moments later.
He tried to suppress a chuckle when he saw her placing a bottle of wine and two glasses between them, she was always extra when packing.
“Oh, do I hear someone complaining?” She laughed.
In silence, his mind wandered to think how grateful he really was for Ada insisting over and over for him to try out one of those ridiculous dating apps, after being extremely picky about the prospects showing up in his cellphone, he stopped when he found Y/N’s profile.
Matching her right away, the conversation was flowing naturally, they simply clicked and agreed to meet the following week.
She wasn’t just eye catching physically, her interests caught his attention, she was a lawyer and worked at her own firm, had a good taste in music and books, she loved to fight for human rights. And when they first met in person, he knew she wasn’t just good looking, she had a brain, an interesting conversation and she could keep up with his wicked sense of humor surprisingly well. He was surprised how the conversation never seemed to die with Y/N.
The romance took off immediately, date after date, they discovered new things about the other one, Tommy particularly loved the moment she arrived at her apartment, kicking her high heels while he poured some wine as she stretched her legs on the couch. By now he had lost count of how many skirts and dresses she owned, but he knew she wore a different outfit to every trial.
Now they were both wearing casual outfits, comfortable shoes and she added a light scarf around her neck, both completely out of their elements.
Tommy leaned on his back enjoying not having everyone bothering every three minutes, the silence, peace, not feeling anxious about his next meeting or the papers piling up to sign on his desk, the atmosphere calm, he even took several minutes admiring the sighting… not every day he got to have all of that.
“Did you fall asleep?” Y/N whispered nudging her nose against his cheek.
“No, I’m just relaxing as you said I should.” He confessed opening one eye to look at her.
The autumn breeze made a chill run up and down her back, instinctively Tommy’s hand started caressing over the jumper as if he had been able to feel it. He was lying down on his back. This was the prettiest sunset she had ever seen, the lake catching the reflection of the sky, copying the oranges tones, as well as the incredible trees before her eyes, it looked like it was taken out of professional photograph.
Closing the novel she had been reading, Y/N turned around and rested an arm and head on his torso, adapting to the calm rhythm of his breathing. Taking in the scar on his chin, she wondered how he got it.
“I can feel you staring.” He stated with his eyes closed, hidden under his Ray Bans.
“Just admiring the view,” she admitted, “and the calmness.”
A smile started forming on his lips, but he didn’t move from his position, loving the way her body felt against his.
“I can’t remember the last time I took a day off.”
Y/N chuckled switching her position to lay down next to him. “That’s exactly why I suggested it. You needed to relax.”
“I was relaxed.” He defended quickly.
“Ugh you can be so stubborn sometimes, you were under so much stress, it wasn’t fun to be around.”
In mere seconds, Tommy pinned Y/N under his body.
She squealed and tried to kick her legs while he was holding his weight on his arms to not crush her down.
“Oh let me show ya how much fun I can be.” He adviced with a smirk, grinding against her sweet body, changing completely the atmosphere.
“This is dangerous… and wild.”
Apart from the cottage and the very few villages at the other side of the lake, they were practically on their own.
“No one is around.” He answered playfully looking from left to right, attacking Y/N’s neck afterwards.
A wave of electricity ran through every nerve in her body. Deep down she knew this was a side of him that not all the people got to see, and it wasn’t really so frequent.
“But… you’ll have to be on top darling, I’m not getting any younger.” Tommy joked resuming his previous position.
“I don’t ever want to go back to the city.” Y/N murmured as they snuggled, loving their surroundings close to the cottage. “Look at you. Who would’ve thought you would end up enjoying this?”
“I’m a man full of surprises, love.”
His hand sneaked around her waist, bringing her body above his.
Y/N giggled, but let him pull her closer, Tommy loved that look on her as the sun about to go down shone through her.
“Oh Mr. Surprises I think we should rent this Airbnb more often.” She absolutely fell in love with the cottage and everything around it. It was small, cozy and had everything they needed.
Tommy cleared his throat. “Speaking of Airbnb…” he took in her beauty for an instant, “when we go back to the city, I’m planing to make an offer for the place.”
Y/N looked at him with shock written all over her face.
“What? Why?”
“Because I love how happy you look.”
Her smile grew and the space in her face wasn’t enough to hold it. “Tommy!”
He felt her smile against his lips as they kissed, but soon she moved away from his body to wrap a cardigan around her shoulders.
“And I also think it’s time you meet my son, Charlie… and the rest of my family.”
Before Y/N could answer something, Tommy continued. “I know we said we’d take it slow, but we’ve been dating for a while and you already know I’m deadly serious about this, why waste time?” He shuddered. “My sister specially has been very adamant to meet you.”
“Woah, you really want to make this official?”
Tommy nodded.
“I couldn’t feel more sure about us, since the moment I saw you walking into the restaurant that first time I thought shit, this is it, this is the one for me.”
“I’m so glad you sent that first message, I had decided earlier I’d give up looking and close the app.” Y/N ran her hands up and down his chest.
His knuckles caressing her cheek.
“Tell me about Charlie.” She asked. Eyelids half closed from his delicate touch.
And now it was his turn to smile because he absolutely knew she was the one.
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A/N one of my friends just met her bf through a dating app and I’ve never seen her happier, so I got the inspiration from there! Kat I hope you never see this 😂🤣
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Im not a sissy…5
The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.
If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore.
Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become?
I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup. I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer.
I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning.
She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me.
“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice.
I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!
I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become.
I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!”
“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied.
I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that!
These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself.
“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself.
“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!”
I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact.
I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.
I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men.
There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass.
I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive!
Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each.
I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock.
I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message.
“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.
The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.
All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.
I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.
I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it!
Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo.
Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again.
The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung. Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs.
As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.
The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more.
Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.
“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice
so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me.
“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it.
“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could.
“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.
"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more.
As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.
Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean.
She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”
-Katierosedreams Og Cap
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Hello! Happy holidays!
Could you interpret this dream please? I didn't want to bother you on the holidays but this just happened so I'll put it out there for when you have time.
Dream first part:
I was in a classroom, sitting in a table. There were other students there. And there was this guy who I've never seen before (black hair, wearing a black turtleneck). He was standing next to me cause I had found a vcr remote control and it was working on the class tv for some reason. I tried to see which vcr was responding cause the co trol was mine but there were like 4 and none was LG. The guy tried to help me see. After that we went back to focusing on the class i think. We were working on the design for a video game i think. He was the best at it. He was drawing backgrounds with a beautiful tree and leaves and the soil all with beautiful colors. Using something I've seen before but I can’t recall (a 3d canvas for digital painting). The rest of us were watching him work, including the teacher. There was a girl very pretty. Chubby and blonde. She wanted to see closer so she walked up to where i was sitting (i was positioned to the left of the guy, une row behind). And she stood in front of me softly leaning on me. I felt her weight getting heavier the more she leaned on me. And I thought how cozy it was. I strongly dislike physical contact from others but this time i was feeling relaxed and warm. Like covered by a warm blanket. I started to fall sleep. I thought about the teacher scolding me for not working in class. And fell sleep.
Then I was at my old home. I was wearing a robe. I was watching the street and suddenly a teenager tried to walk through me in to my house. She pushed her way in saying she was friends with my brother and they had a project to do. All of the sudden I was naked. Idk when my robe disappeared. Also I saw that behind her more teens where walking up the stairs to my house. So I ran into the bedroom while covering myself. My mom saw me and asked what was it. I explained to her who was there and we looked around a corner to find the teens some on the tv, some sitting on the floor and the first girl laying on our couch browsing her phone. Mother tried to tell them to leave but when she passed in front of me she was naked too. I stopped her and tried to get a robe for her while getting one for myself. Once covered I marched outside and told them kids to get out of my house. Then I saw one of them looked a lot like the guy from the first dream but obviously like 10-15 years younger (same black hair and black eyes. White t-shirt denim pants and a puffyblack jacket). The kid that looked like him tried to flirt with me. I wasn't amused. I pushed him out after i managed to push the first girl out (she was taller than me, brown hair tanned skin, burgundy tank top, denim shorts). The boy looked at me from outside the gate. He was trying to make conversation but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking how much he looked like the guy and that they were probably related. Maybe siblings. Then I woke up, inside dream 3.
I had the sensation of waking up. I was still in my old home but my bed was next to the front window. I had a flashback of my parents getting ready to go out and telling me. I reflected on the first dream looking for something to write it down and thinking the weight i felt of the blonde girl was my mom saying good bye perhaps. I opened the windows cause everything was dark inside the house and saw 3 men I didn't knew sitting somewhere up the street. They felt dangerous at that moment. I thought of checking if my mom was indeed gone. I went to the bedroom and everything was dark. To dark for me to try to open the windows. So i closed the bedroom. I was very uncomfortable and thinking those men I didn't knew might try to break in to the house if they knew I was alone. They didn't. This is supper blurry but i saw them drive by in a car laughing at something.
Then there's a big blur. And I'm walking on the street naked again. Covered in sand. I enter this place that looks like a farmers market. There's some big swings and one had my robe on it. I tried to put it on and though how upsetting was the sand. Then a big middle aged man (bald with dirty blonde beard wearingsomethingI'dexpect a butcher to wear, long white apron, yellow t shirt) asked me what i was doing. I tried to put on the robe faster. The man gathered the attention of others there and the started to move towards me. He told me: "You can't sit there. Don't you see the swings? This i a kid's zone. And you (looks me up and down) are a spectacle". Then proceeded to ask me who i was and why i was there. I felt dizzy trying to answer. He said dont tell me you're sleep walking. All of the sudden I didn't knew where i was. I was aware the farmers market was familiar but not enough to be a place I've actually been before. I didn't knew how i got there. I didn't knew who this people were. I was about to tell them that I was in fact sleep walked. At that point the guy from the first dream walked in. Yelling "Here you are, I've been looking for you". Made me think of Howls moving castle. I pull me against himself and said some stuff to the butcher that i dont remember. And walked outside while dragging me with him. We turned right into an alley and he started walking faster cause butcher was following us. I looked towards butcher and motion for something to come out of the wall and catch his arms. That's when i realized i was dreaming. I tried to put more obstacles in butchers way by willing them in to existence but he wouldn't stop. So i took the guy's other hand (we were running holding hands) and flew towards the sky. The guy was scared at the beginning. I was happy he went to find me and started wondering who was this. My conscius mind theorized he was my soulmate. As long as I'm happy is ok. Then i saw flashes of our family and the blonde girl was there and i was like. I wouldn't mind being a trouple with her. I saw we were happy.
Thanks a lot for your hard work!
Okay so the second part sounds kinda familiar, i'm starting to wonder if I didnt visit you in your dreams lol
The first seems to be mostly your brain trying to find comfort somewhere? Someone doign something beautiful in a familiar setting, someone leaning on you and you feeling so comfortable you fall asleep.
The second part seems more about fears you might have about loss of privacy, loss intimacy, vulnerability etc. Usually the home represent you, in your sacred space, so someone invading that, even moreso multiple pushing you when you and your mom are naked, seems like something those teenagers represent make you feel super vulnerable or scared. It's probably not literally you being scared of teenagers, but maybe you are scared of strangers causing trouble in your inner or private self, of a past of being bullied, of your brother or behaviors he has which could make you feel less safe within your self.
The part about the dark home lets me think that in a way, even when you are on your own you have these fears. You are scared of the same thing when you are alone in your home that when you are surrounded with people. It is drawing a parallel between two things that you might want to look into yourself.
The last seems to be a last parallel, the fear of vulnerability you have when alone and surrounded by people in your home, you also have out of comfort zone. Like, very far out. Have you been forced to leave home or leave your comfort zone recently despite not being ready to or still having some things to sort out internally ?
I find it interesting the pattern with the guy in the black turtleneck and the blondke girl, they may be archetypes or actual people but it is interesting and you should look into it if they come back in your dreams.
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𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖑
☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Chris Evans x neighbour!collegestudent!Reader
☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: you move in next door to Chris and a relationship blossoms.
☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: infinity war spoilers although I shouldn't really have to warn about that bc the movie came out like 5 years ago lmao, masturbation (m). fluff.
☼ 𝔞/𝔫: I hope you enjoy chapter two! chapter three should b up tomorrow or Monday!
it was a few weeks later, and you and your mom had fully moved into the house. your room was completely set up, and you were loving the bay window.
today was your first day of your sophomore year of college, and you were excited. mainly excited because due to the pandemic, you didn't have to switch colleges as your college went fully online. you were excited to sit in your pyjamas all day and do schoolwork in the comfort of your new amazing house that just so happened to be next door to your celebrity crush.
as much as you loved living next door to Chris, you were struggling with keeping your crush a secret.
you were setting up your room a few hours after meeting him, and that's when you realized that your bay window that you loved so much, looked right into his bedroom window, meaning that the two of you could see each other at anytime.
you were sitting on your bed and folding some of your clothes, Infinity War playing on your tv, when you saw a light turn on in Chris's house, the light reflecting into your almost dark bedroom, the only other light being your faerie lights that lined the wall behind you. from your bed which you had placed on the platform, you could see Chris enter his room, with no Dodger following behind him. Chris walked over to the closet, stripping the blue shirt and black jeans he had been wearing off of his body. he searched through the closet for a few moments before seemingly giving up and grabbing the elastic band of his boxers.
you quickly looked the other way, but not before getting an unintentional eyeful of his butt. your eyes locked on the tv, suddenly interested in the way that The Ebony Maw was torturing Dr Strange until the light's in Chris's room dimmed slightly.
taking a risky glance over once more, you were greeted with the sight of a totally naked Chris, fisting his rock hard cock. your jaw dropped open, and you bolted for the bathroom, embarassment washing over you as if he had caught you looking at him, which was totally plausible.
you didn't know how long you stood in the bathroom, staring and reading the label on your shampoo, but by the time you felt it was safe to exit the bathroom again, Chris had finished and turned off the lights completely, and Tony, Peter and Dr Strange were arguing about whether or not to turn the ship around.
you hadn't been able to get the image of Chris masturbating out of your head yet, so you had taken to avoiding him at all costs, which worked.
you pulled yourself out of bed, and headed into your bathroom. the house was completely silent, so you knew your mom had headed out for work for the day. her hours remained the same, working 8 til 6 like she had done your entire life, so she'd most likely bring home dinner since it was your first day of school and that was your tradition, ever since she was a newly single mom struggling to make ends meet when you were in the fourth grade.
you hopped in the shower quickly, and couldn't think about anything other than Chris as you washed your hair. he was much older than you, like MUCH older. you were 21, and he was 40, which gave the two of you a 19 year age gap. to some, it was creepy, but to you, it didn't bother you as much. you still couldn't get the image of Chris out of your head, and even though you knew he wouldn't ever fall for you or make a move, that didn't mean you couldn't have your fun and try.
you hopped out of the shower a few minutes later, and picked out your favourite summer outfit. a crop top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, and a pair of short shorts that barely covered your ass. you had never been more grateful that it was still summer time.
you grabbed your laptop, and headed down the stairs just after ordering Starbucks. you headed outside, and chose one of the lawn chairs that gave you a perfect view onto Chris's property, and plopped on your stomach. you logged on to your first class, but keeping your camera off. you were trying to turn on your neighbour, not the 15 college guys in your morning class.
you had been working for 15 minutes, and there was still no sign of Chris. the doorbell rang, and you abandoned your computer for a few minutes, in favour of your coffee and breakfast from Starbucks. when you exited the house, the Uber Eats driver was just pulling out, and you saw Chris crossing the street with Dodger, his eyes locked on you. you bent down and picked up the cup and bag, knowing full well that Chris was getting an eye full of your breasts, despite being on the sidewalk.
you bit your lip as you headed into the house, and back to your laptop as your teacher was rambling on about French verbs. as much as you hated French class, it was a mandatory class at your college, so you tolerated it.
you had only been back outside for maybe 5 minutes, when you saw movement at Chris's. he was in the kitchen, doing what looked like dishes, despite his eyes being locked on you. you made eye contact with him and waved, and watched with a small smirk on your face as he smiled back sheepishly and waved, red tinting his cheeks.
this was going to be fun, you thought to yourself.
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Oneshot- Derek Hale
Derek Hale x reader fluff
This is extremely fluffy, I nearly puked sorry :)
(A little bit oc like but who cares :)
You and Derek have a nice Day together.
The bright morning light shone through the huge windows in the loft, waking you up softly.
You felt light breathing on your head making you you flutter your eyes oben to see you were cuddled into Dereks naked chest as he had his arms wrapped around you securely. You were clothed in Dereks T-Shirt and a pair of underwear which Derek was wearing too, speaking of lower part of the body, your legs were completely entangled in his, your leg between his and his leg draped around yours.
You enjoyed his soft breathing on your hair making little strands blow away.
You felt your nose was icy cold due to it being winter so you nuzzled more into his chest and warmed you up more, which must have woken him up a bit.
You felt him kiss the top of your head.
,,Good Morning.“
he said with a sexy morning voice.
,,Morning.“ you tried to say but it came out as a ‚mmnng‘ as your lips were muffled with his chest.
,,You’re cold“
,,mhm“
He wrapped his arms around you tightly and rolled you so you were on top of him with him lying on his back, he spread his legs so you’d be comfortable between them, which you totally were.
He pulled the blanket more up so it covered your shoulders, nearly reaching your nose as it only covered half of his chest.
You layed there for at least half an hour with him playing with your hair until your tummy decided to be hungry and ruining the beautiful position, he chuckled:
,,hungry?“
,,no“ You said not wanting to move.
He huffed in amusement, gave you a kiss on the head and sat up with you on his lap, your head on his neck. He then wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up, his hands hold your butt so you don’t Fall, which he loved. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hung your head under his chin, still tired af.
He tried getting you to sit on the stool in the kitchen but you just held on tighter, so he gave up, making you both a sandwich while your still clinging on him like a monkey.
As soon as he was done you jumped off and swooped the plate away, he smiled and joined you on the couch watching Rick&Morty on your new flatscreen TV. The last two months were spent with you decorating the Loft to look more comfortable, Derek loved it and helped you out, even the pack went out of their way to help.
Anyway, you were sat there with a sandwich, Derek knew you were still cold so he took the fluffy blanket and wrapped you both in it.
Once you both were done Derek got some strawberries and ate them with you, then he layed down with his head on your lap, head faced upwards so he could see you grinning down at him ,,what?” He asked smiling at your dopey grin, ,,oh, just that bit of strawberry on your mouth.” You said. He tried licking it away but you couldn’t stop laughing ,,now you really look like a dog.”
He rolled his eyes and went to wipe it off with his hand but you stopped him, gripped his hand, bent down and licked away the bit of strawberry on the upper lip, you went to go back up but Derek cought you in a soft and gentle kiss, resting his now released hands on either side of your face as he caressed your cheek up to to the back of your ear.
Derek broke the kiss for air, you kissed the tip of his nose like he did with you earlier and leans back on your lap.
Derek was never really cuddly with other people around, he kinda has this badass reputation going on but never when he’s with you, he would always make sure your okay, and never leave without a kiss and a ‚i love you‘, which you absolutely adored.
There was comfortable silence of you two watching TV, enjoying each other’s company.
Derek broke the silence: ,,What do you wanna do today?“.
You turned the volume of the TV down so you could hear him better.
,,Hm, let me think about it.“
You thought while caressing Dereks hair, it was very soft, but a still a certain roughness in it.
,,What about a date?” Derek asked as he turned to look at you.
,,Ouh we haven’t had one of those in a while!“ you said excitedly.
He smiled, got up and said:,, 8 o’clock here, wear something warm and comfortable, I’ll organize the rest.” Then he walked off to who knows where.
You were happy to be spending more time with him.
You stood up and started preparing for things not knowing what to bring.
[ 9 hours later]
(In that time you went shopping with Lydia and got some dinner with her, she’s kinda your bestie to go)
You sat on the couch, grey wool jumper, black jeans and a black coat, waiting for your Prince Charming.
Finally a knock was heard from the loft door. You opened it to see Derek in also a gray hoodie and black jeans.
He smiled as he saw you ,,You manage to look perfect In anything” he said as he intertwined his hand In yours, starting to lead you down the loft. You blushed, kissed his cheek ,,well good thing we’re matching, I guess we both were going for perfect.” You said smoothly, he chuckled and led you to his beautiful camaro.
As Derek drove through the streets he intertwined his right hand with your left hand, keeping them on the gear and one hand on the wheel. The radio played a familiar tune as you slightly bounced your leg to the song.
The car ride was silent, not bad silence but peaceful silence.
You were now in a parking lot in the woods. The moonlight shone perfectly around the trees and leaves.
Derek got out of the car and went to open your door before you could. He smirked while you rolled your eyes and laughed ,,always the gentleman.“
,,always“ he replied with a smile while taking your hand once again in his, leading you to the trunk of the car.
,,Is this the scene where the loving maniacal boyfriend kills the girlfriend in cold blood and drags her body in a hole he digged? That would explain why you were preparing for so long.” You gasped loudly for dramatic flaire.
,,The boyfriend might, if he’s tempted enough by his equally loving maniacal girlfriend.“ he sassed back, quirking an eyebrow, tilting his head and looking deep into your eyes. It was a look he often did, kind of his trademark look.
You both chuckled as he resumed taking the stuff out of the trunk.
You couldn’t really guess what you both were going to do because he his the stuff in two black duffel bags, you took one duffel bag and he took the other, he didn’t bother to argue because he knew you would rather stubbornly take the bag than give both to him since he’s more than capable of taking them.
After a little walk in the woods he led you to a clearing right by a lake.
It was beautiful, there was plenty of room to sit on, the Moon reflecting elegantly against the water.
While you were gushing about the prettiness of this place you didn’t seem to notice your boyfriend building up a little tent, there even was a picnic blanket on the floor, a basket and some lights around it.
When Derek was finished building up the tent you walked up to him and threw yourself on him in a big hug throwing him in the blanket with you, he laughed and kissed your cheek.
,,This is the best Derek! Like WOW! I love you so much.” You said while peppering kisses all over his face.
,,Aw I love you so much too, you big softie.” He said with a big smirk.
,,oh shut up I was trying to be nice so fuck off, you did great.” You said getting off and sitting next to him. He laughed ,,There she is.“ .
He brought out the basket and got some bread sticks out, some wine and some fruit. We started talking and eating throughout the night.
He suddenly stood up and held his hand out. You reluctantly took it as you didn’t know what his devious mind was up to.
,,Take your clothes off”
You raised your eyebrows, not understanding what he was up to. He got out a pair of swimming trunks for him and put them on. Normally you’d be uncomfortable undressing in front of a boyfriend because you were insecure, honestly though, who isn’t? Derek knew that and always reassured you that you were the most beautiful woman on earth, that’s why Derek isn’t just any boyfriend, you felt very comfortable in your own skin around him.
,,So you knew we would go swimming but decided against packing my swimsuit?” You asked, eyebrows still raised.
,,Well I thought it would be nicer in underwear?” He said smirking.
,,For whom?”
He chuckled and walked over to you, kissing you.
He pulled your sweater up while you kissed and undid your jeans. You pulled back, stepping out of your jeans.
He led you to the water, picked you up and threw you into the icy cold water.
You gasped as you resurfaced, seeing Derek laughing as you were flailing your arms around. You tried pulling him in but it didn’t work, you splashed him a couple of times. This continued a few times, you trying to get out but that resulted in you being tossed into the water again, again and again. Soon You began to shiver, so he went in the water and held you close. You rested your head on his neck as he did the same, playing with you hair.
You sat there for a bit before you started to shiver again. He held you tight and walked out of the water with you still on him. He layed out two towels as sat you both on them. He even brought a heater!? There was a power supply in the ground, bc this place was made for camping, it was shut down but the power weirdly still works, I suspect Derek bought the property. He said he used to come here for peace and quiet, when he needed to get away. We layed on the towels and wrapped in lots of blankets, stargazing, talking, joking and remeniscing o about the past.
,,You know I love you?“ he said suddenly getting serious and staring into my eyes as he held both my hands.
,,Of course! I love you too.” You smiled and stared back into his eyes.
,,No, you don’t know how much I love you.
Every day I wake up in the morning and see your beautiful face. Every time I see you I just want to hold you and never let go. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you so I try to be with you every day. I want to protect you forever, I never want to imagine letting go of you, never!
So I’m asking you this [Y/N] [L/N], will you marry me?”
He asked as he pulled out a little box, a beautiful ring with a diamond and the Hale Triskelion on It. To say it was gorgeous was an understatement.
You had tears in your eyes. Frantically nodding and breathing out multiple ,Yes’s before you kissed him passionately.
He was had the biggest smile while you kissed, his hands on you waist as you were now between his legs.
The night went on about you both talking about the future, making plans and what not. Derek wanted kids, a lot he said, you didn’t expect that since you never really saw him as a kids person but you can definitely see why, his own little pack.
You wanted to get married with all your closest friends, even Peter should be there.
You wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. YOUR man.
When you both realized the excitement and the thought of being husband and wife settled in you could feel the temperature of you shared blanket space increase.
You decided to go to the tent since thing were getting a little steamy.
Oh what a wonderful night.
A/N: If you want me to make a continuation of it just tell me :)
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Beautiful Just the Way You Are
word count: 1982
request:
warnings: talks of negative self-image. please don’t read if this will upset you!
a/n: this is part 5 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. please ignore any mistakes, I typed this a bit fast and didn’t really check.
Chris
You and Chris were getting ready to go to one of his closest friend’s wedding.
This would be the first time you would meet each other so making a good first impression was a must.
Chris had gone to pick up his suit from the dry cleaners and you were currently scouring through the four dresses your sister-in-laws had lended you.
The wedding was a summer wedding and it was gonna be held on the beach.
As of recently, the heat had gotten worse each day meaning you didn’t want to be stuck in a dress that caused you to sweat like a runner after 12 miles.
Both of Chris’s sisters had noted this and unfortunately all four dresses before you were above the knee, something that made you uneasy.
It seemed that when you were going to meet people or attend public events, your insecurities crept up even more than usual and your mind would shove negative thoughts down your throat.
You were gorgeous, no doubt, but with such poisonous thoughts of yourself, you couldn't see any beauty as your reflection stared back from the mirror.
The first dress was a lacy yellow v-neck dress. It slightly flared out to the sides and it complimented your figure beautifully.
The second dress was a black bodycon, which made you want to scream. While to the average eye, your curves flourished under this dress, all you could see was a belly and hips that you wanted gone.
The third and fourth dresses were similar with thin spaghetti straps and flowy bottoms which reminded you of a bell.
Unbeknownst to you, Chris had come back sometimes in between trying on the second and third dress.
He peeked through the door, admiring how amazing you looked.
Chris kept thinking how lucky he was to have such a woman until he heard yells of anger that shook him from his daydream.
That was when you tried on the last dress and the final straw was gone.
Your anger turned into tears as you collapsed onto the food feeling nothing but pain and worthlessness.
In seconds, Chris was on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your front where your arms were held up to your eyes.
He rocked you back and forth, shushing you gently.
“(y/n), honey, speak to me. Tell me what I can do to help you?”
Words were worthless at this point and all Chris could make out was “dress.”
He put two and two together and realized that you were upset with the way you looked.
For some time now, Chris knew this had been a problem, but he didn’t realize it would bubble up this badly.
He knew words of his compliments wouldn’t help at all because you’d just say that he was lying.
All he wanted was for you to see yourself through his point of view because you were like an angel.
“Hey, love, listen to me.”
Chris removed your hands from your eyes and looked at you in the mirror.
“You are stunning, always and forever. Your body does amazing things for you and for me.” He chuckled at the end causing you to laugh a bit, a sad smile on your face.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I would never lie to you. I made you that promise all those years ago and I will keep it forever, you understand me?”
You nodded just wanting to shrug this whole embarrassing experience off. You were never one to want people to see you like this because it felt like you were vying for attention when you weren’t.
“No, (y/n), I want you to say.”
Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Yes, I know, Chris.”
He smiled and kissed your temple, “There’s my girl. Now c’mon, let's keep this dress on and I’ll help you with your makeup.
Ransom
You and Ransom were at one of Harlan’s publishing parties.
The family was up to their usual shenanigans leaving you and Ransom to sip on one too many drinks to stay interested.
One Joni walked away after trying to sell you some of her face moisturizer that cost more than the largest bag of dog food, Ransom snuck up behind you and led you to the garden, away from the sight of any house guests.
“How about we sneak away and take a dip in the pool?” His eyebrows raised teasingly and it was hard to resist such an offer.
“But Ransom, I don’t have a swimsuit!” You motioned to your maxi dress that was too pretty to damage with chlorine.
You set your drink down on the cement bench and went to sit beside it before Ransom grabbed your hand and smirked.
“Fine by me, here, simple fix!”
In seconds, Ransom slipped off your dress, not even with a tear which was shocking from his usual animalistic movements.
This left you standing in your simple undergarments, yet feeling more naked than actually being so.
Ransom placed a kiss on your head before jumping into the pool in his boxers and nothing more.
He seemed ever so happy, waving his arms for you to jump in as he shook his now mop-like hair, now looking like a wet dog.
Instead, you were sitting quietly on the ledge of the pool, arms wrapped around your waist trying to cover every inch of your exposed body.
You felt so terrible like the sight Ransom would see would be so repulsive because that was exactly what you were thinking.
When Ransom noticed that you were frozen in your spot and zoned out on some dragonfly floating in the pool, he swam closer.
Ransom placed his hands on your thighs and looked up to see tears running down your nose and cheeks, dropping onto your lap.
At his touch, you involuntarily pushed him away and Ransom respected your space, floating back a bit.
“Angel, what’s wrong?”
“Ransom, I don’t want to be out here like this!”
You were on the verge of yelling, but instead kept your voice at a harsh whisper.
“Are you afraid someone will see us because (y/n) I can assure you they won’t. Plus, they’ve seen worse happen in this pool, trust me.” Ransom laughed, but you didn’t and he picked up on this, deciding to remain serious for the rest of the conversation.
“No it’s not that. I don’t want YOU to see me like this!”
The man swimming in front of you was in shock at such negative words coming from your mouth.
He looked at you as an absolute goddess and he often wondered why a beauty like you would stay with a mess like him.
Sure he was gorgeous on the outside, but you were both inside and out.
“You’re just saying that because you feel like you have to, Ransom.”
You huffed and looked the other way, not wanting to even glare at him.
Ransom laid his head on your lap in defeat.
“What do you want me to do? Worship you? Because I will! Oh (y/n), have mercy on me with your beauty! You are just so-”
At this point, Ransom was speaking as loud as possible and he knew he was getting on your nerves.
You playfully rolled your eyes, “OKAY OKAY. I BELIEVE YOU. Will you just hush now!?”
Ransom looked up with a devious glimmer in his eyes, before he pulled you into the pool and you squealed loudly.
“I think you are the one who should hush now, missy!”
Andy
Andy had just gotten off from work and you had just finished making a surprise dinner.
He was delighted at the sight of homemade chicken pot pie along with two bottles of old fashioned soda, a small tradition between the two of you.
You both settled down to watch a movie with your plates of chicken pot pie.
Andy had picked a movie that you’d never seen before and within five minutes your happy mood had morphed into insecurity.
Turning, you saw Andy intently watching the movie as the most perfect woman appeared on screen and the negativity sprawled from your mind, turning nothing into something.
While Andy just innocently enjoyed the movie, your inner saboteur told you that he was more so enjoying the sight of the gorgeous woman on screen.
After all he had been stuck with you, so you didn’t blame him.
Well he wasn’t actually stuck with you, but that's what you told yourself.
You told yourself that he just felt bad for you and that is why he stayed.
Andy noticed that halfway through the movie, you were uncharacteristically quiet and a sour pout on your face.
“Gosh, imagine looking like that! That would be a dream.” A bitter laugh ended your snide comment and Andy immediately shut off the tv.
“Why did you do that?!”
Andy just shook his head, “Because of what you said! (y/n), is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“All I said was that I wish I looked like her. What’s wrong with that?” You nonchalant shrugged and turned away from his hard stare.
“Honey, I can read you very well and I can tell that wasn’t just a joke.”
You were quiet and Andy continued to pry. He pulled you tight to his chest, murmuring whispers of praise causing you to break and cry quietly.
“See, even when you cry, you are pretty.”
Steve
The funny thing about insecurities is that it can turn someone into an absolute mess or monster.
In this instance it was both.
You and Steve were at a cafe, one that you had been visiting together for years now.
Today, it seemed that the cafe had hired new employees as at least four faces you didn’t recognize were waltzing around the kitchen.
It didn’t bother you until a complete beauty who introduced herself as Cara waited at your table.
At first it was like the green eyed monster had crawled out of you and you felt shameful all until gut intuition showed you that she was being a bit too friendly with Steve.
Little glances from across the room with flirty waves. At one point you swore that she winked at him.
Her tone would instantly change anytime she talked to you and that made your blood boil.
Steve noticed your change in attitude as a borderline scary scowl worked its way on your lips.
You were burning holes into the back of her head as you thought about how perfect the two would be together.
Steve tried to nudge your half of your sandwich to catch your attention as he was clueless to what was running through your head.
“Hey, doll. Why don’t you eat your sandwich? The flies are crazy and I can’t keep them away for long!” He swatted at the nagging flies, laughing at how the tiny creatures were defeating him, Captain America.
You didn’t hear any of what he said and instead mean words that never once came out of his mouth.
“Why don’t you go be with her. She’s so perfect for you anyway.”
You stood from the table and stormed out the door, the tiny bell above it mocking you.
Steve was utterly confused at this random outburst.
All he had mentioned was the sandwich, nothing about a girl, especially the waitress, whatever her name was.
Thinking back, Steve realized that she was flirting with him, but he was just so used to being friendly that he didn’t notice that he had put up such an illusion.
Especially one that hurt you.
The only word he was able to get out was “what” before he rushed out behind you.
He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him, not angry as he knew exactly how being insecure felt.
“(y/n), you are the only one who is perfect for me.”
You just fell into his arms, remembering that you were truly the only one for Steve.
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Say no to this.
Henry x Reader (wife) x Reader (the other woman)
Triggers: Angst; cheating, breakup, divorce (and crying).
A/N: This was inspired by two songs from the musical Hamilton: Say No to This and Burn, and it’s told from the perspective of the characters (Henry, Reader (Wife), Reader (the other woman)
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Having the chance to portray one of his favourite characters is an honour for which Henry will forever be thankful. Yet, he must admit that having to spend time apart from his family was not an easy task.
He sat on the bed in the dark hotel room, only enlightened by the moonlight. On his phone screen, he saw the picture you’ve sent him earlier that day of you and your daughter playing, you dressed as a princess and the six-year-old as a dragon. “Oh, your mighty witcher, come and save me, please,” read the message under the picture. Henry missed dressing up in costumes and running around the house with his little angel, who would laugh uncontrollably every time he caught and started to tickle her.
It’s been over two months since he left for work; 60 plus days without feeling the lovely touch of your hands on his face, too much time without feeling the warmness of your body against his.
He laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling for an hour, unable to sleep when his phone announced that he had a new message.
“Are you awake? I can’t sleep,” y/n wrote. She was a friend he made on the set of the show - she worked as a personal assistant for one of the recurrent directors of the show and she was staying at the same hotel that Henry. “Yes. Can’t sleep either. Come if you want,” he replied, thinking that some company would help him to feel less lonely.
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. Henry opened the door and invited y/n to come in. Once inside, she faced him and smiled as she showed him the content of her bag: a PS and The Witcher 3 game. “I know you’re more into pc, but l don’t have a gaming pc here, so we will have to play with this, okay,” she said grinning.
“I remember you saying that you were good at this,” y/n while rolling her eyes, teasing him. “I am, but in the pc,” Henry defended himself with a playful smile.
They played the game for two hours before she suggested that it might be time for her to leave. Henry tried to disconnect the console from the tv but she told him to keep it, for now, so he could keep practising.
“Well, good night. I hope you can have a good sleep and tomorrow enjoy your free day,” y/n told him. “Same for you,” he said goodbye, but neither of them moved. They stared at each other for a long minute in silence. Henry’s hands reached for her face bringing it closer to his, culminating in a passionate kiss, while her arms embraced him.
Her naked body, covered only by the bed-sheets rested on the mattress as she slept. Henry looked at her for a moment and then walked towards the bathroom. He washed his face on the sink and then stared at the mirror, finding it hard to recognize the person that was reflected in the mirror. “I promise you that I will be forever faithful to you, my love” he once promised you, his lovely wife, and now the words echoed inside his mind, as stabs on his heart.
How could had he broken the promise he made you? Did he not loved you any more? No, that was sure of that, he loved you more than he had ever done. You no only made him happy and supported him through tough times, but you also gave him the thing that he treasured the most in the world: his daughter. But, he had to be honest with himself, for the first time in a long time and admit that things were not as they used to be. Before the birth of the little girl, you used to be inseparable. You would go with him everywhere in the world, game and laugh and made love every second you could. Now, you were parents; your lives centred on the precious angel and work and were often too tired and since the kid would like to sleep with you, often lacked intimacy.
The worst part of all: he wished that he could say that it was a one time mistake, but it became an affair that lasted for months.
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You hated yourself. In the past, you’d constantly criticized “the other woman” for being malicious women who stole men from others. Now you had become one of them. Well, no completely. Sure, you were carrying an affair with a married man, but you weren’t a fool, you knew that you would never be able to “stole” anyone and he would never leave his wife for you; he never made such a promise and you knew him well enough to know that he loved his family more than anything in the world and he was being vulnerable due to the distance between his true woman and him. Were you a bad woman for being with a taken man knowing that he was in such a delicate emotional position? Maybe, but to be completely honest, so were you. Months before you met Henry, your fiancé cancelled the wedding because he had fallen in love with somebody else. You were feeling lonely and undesired and you had developed a crush on him before that first night. So, you didn’t find the strength to fight the desire and succumb to the temptation.
Every night you’ve spent together, with his strong arms embracing you as his lips caressed your body, felt amazing no matter how wrong it was. And, even if your heart ripped every time you remembered that he wasn’t truly yours - and you were reminded of that constantly, since there was no a single time in which he hadn’t unconsciously said his wife’s name as he reached climax, you couldn’t find it in you to put it a stop.
You knew that this would have a bad end. No matter the outcome, someone would get hurt.
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That day, your sister offered to take care of your six-year-old so you could have some time to yourself to process things.
Desperate to get some distance and to be alone, you rented a small cabin outside the city.
The sun was coming down when you lifted a bonfire outside the place and sat in front of it with a box that you’ve carried there moments before.
Your fingers caressed every picture - of your first date, your first anniversary as girlfriend and boyfriend; vacations, birthdays and even your wedding. Every photo would get wet with your tears before you threw them into the fire. All objects that reminded of the love you once shared, ended up becoming ashes. Letters, poems, teddy bears, roses that you dried; everything. The only surviving things were the pictures you shared with your daughter, but you would make sure to send them to his mother because you didn’t want to see them any more, the pain was too great.
Finally, you took from your pocket the pictures you printed before to look at them for one last time. They were screenshots from a celebrity news website and the headline read “The Witcher star Henry Cavill is seen kissing a mystery woman”, followed by paparazzi photos of him with someone on the balcony of his hotel room. Angrily, you crashed the prints and let them burn into they became nothing.
With nothing more to do, you watched the flames, as you let your tears fall, feeling completely and utterly broken.
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The production was over. After the news crashed, Henry had to continue filming, pretending that nothing happened, while some people looked at him as if he was a monster. Could he blame them for that?
When the article about his affair was published, his brother Charlie was the one who delivered the bad news - his stepdaughter had seen it and told him about it.
He didn’t know what to do. He called his wife over and over, but she never answered. All-day long he tried to communicate with his love, but every time without luck.
Y/N tried to call him, too, but this time he was the one who ignored the call. He had nothing against her. Henry knew that she could no be blamed for his mistake, but he couldn’t talk to her right now. His wife was his priority.
Unfortunately, the only response he got from her was from her sister, two days later, letting him know that she was going to file for a divorce and she never wanted to see him or talk to him again. That she would only allow him to contact her, through her or another family member and elusively for things related to their daughter. She was going to share custody with him, but he would have to pick up and leave the girl on her sister or parent’s house.
Now, months later, he driving to his sister-in-law’s house to pick up his daughter and to leave the divorce papers that he had to sing.
There were no words to explain how much it hurt him to lose the woman he loved deeply. The only consolation was that his family continued to show him love and support as they always did. And, his daughter, unaware of the reason why her mommy and daddy decided to go separate ways, still love him enormously and would fill him with joy every minute of every day that he had her.
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It was obvious that there was no going to be a good end to the affair - it never does. You knew someone would get hurt, but you’d never imagined that it would be all three of you.
Terrible didn’t even begin to explain how bad you felt. Of all the three of you, you were the one who got it the “best”, since luckily the pictures only showed your hair in a bun and your back, so only a few close people knew that it was you and they were polite enough to keep the secret to avoid you getting harassed. Although, just in case, you dried your hair and got a new haircut.
Henry’s wife filed for the divorce after she found out about the affair. He let you know via text when he put an end to things and told you he could no longer see you. Even if there was no chance to get back with her, he couldn’t be with you because he loved her too much and you reminded him of the mistake he made. As he suggested, you continued working for a few more weeks there to avoid people finding out that it was you, but later quit.
That was by far the worst mistake that you’ve ever made. So much people got hurt; a girl now has two parents that can’t be in the same room, two people who loved each other who can’t be together because the ghost of you would always be present to remind them of the mistake and a person who’s affection was never truly corresponded and caused the break of a family.
Therapy has been truly beneficial in helping you heal and leaving the past in the past.
Today a new article about Henry was posted online. It consisted of pictures of him and his cute girl buying a Christmas tree and he was laughing at his daughter's funny faces.
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Cotton Dress
TV SHOW WOLF HALL
COUPLE RAFE SADLER X READER
RATING SMUTISH
I stood in the hallway of the house beside the stairs as everyone got ready "will you go up and check on your sister gregory I want to say goodbye before we go" master cromwell said to gregory as he past doing some other prep
He sighed and looked at me "Rafe go check on y/n"
"You father asked you do to it master gregory"
"Yeah well I gotta go see Lillia before we head off, she promised I'd get a kiss, just go get my sister down while I go see her" he says hurrying outside to meet with Lillia a girl in town her was courting. I smiled and headed up the stairs fixing my hair in a reflection I passed in the mirror going to y/n's room hearing the sounds inside
"Miss y/n?" I asked tapping on the door
"Yes master Sadler?" She called back
"May I come in?" I asked carefully
"Of course" she smiled so I opened the door making sure to completely close it behind me expecting to see her sat up in bed with her book, or maybe sat on the windowsill with her sewing, or perhaps just finishing with her dress and shoes but that's not how I saw her.
She sat in her chair that's usually by her fire place but she had moved it infront of her window the curtains completely open allowing the harsh morning light to flood in as the sun rose on this side of the house, she sat in the chair her hair up in a intricate bun that her sweet hands where slowly untieing, she sat there only in this thin cotton underdress that she had worn as a nightie it was loose but exposed so much more then I had ever imagined.
"Is something wrong master Sadler?" She asks as she stood from the chair the light passing thought the thin dress showing her ever curve below the fabric, her every bump and every part of her not a single inch not exposed the cotton may have hidden it directly but my mind could fill in what I couldn't see, her beautiful skin, her perky breasts the nipples hard slightly poking the fabric, her waist, her hips, her beautiful little butt, her long legs only her bare feet poking out the bottom of the fabric she finished untieing her hair it falling in beautiful waves from it being up so long slighty messy and kinky where she hadn't brushed it yet, not a drop of any sort of make up on her face her little freckles across her nose, I didn't know what to say. What to think. What do do. I was inammered by her beauty. I wanted to run my hand along her curves to feel every bump and ridge of her, to pull off that thin dress and reveal it all to my eyes. Oohh by God the things I would do to her…
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh your uh father wants to see you" I told her
"Ohh well thank you master Sadler" she smiled "I'll be right down" she nodded "I'll see you in a moment" she giggled blowing me a kiss and going to begin dressing I nodded and quickly left leaning against the closed door savouring everything of what I saw.
I couldn't escape that image of her stood there all day. It was all I could think about, and given both cromwell and gregory where gone I didn't have much to do anyway. Everytime I saw her about the house I had to do a double take thinking I was seeing her like that again. I sat in the living room by the fire unable to get the image out of my mind
"Master Sadler?" A voice called making me sit up seeing her stood in her usual blue dress
"I'm off to bed" she says
"Oh yes of course, goodnight miss y/n"
"Goodnight Rafe" she smiled blowing me a kiss before she began heading towards her room. Part of me couldn't help but focus on her as she walked away, my body bubbling from her little kiss. I got up and slowly followed her at a distance so she couldn't tell I was following her until she turned into her room I stopped the door before it could close stepping inside shutting the door quietly behind me I turned and saw in the time it took me she now stood at the foot of her bed her blue dress a puddle on the floor, her strokings and other garments all laid there too only that tint cotton underdress but she was slipping it off her shoulders she noticed me and stopped her face read of her shock holding the dress tightly to cover her breasts her shoulders and neck completely exposed "yes master Sadler?" She asks
".... You look so beautiful y/n"
"Why thank you Rafe, it's still not polite sneaking up on a young lady when she's changing you know"
"I know, but given how much I've already seen today" I blushed
"Ummmm. Been a sneaky boy today" she laughed
"Anything I've seen you've wanted me to see" I said going closer to her
"Perhaps." She smiled and I couldn't control myself anymore I grabbed her and kissed her beautiful lips grabbing the cotton dress ripping it to sheds letting it fall with the rest of her clothes, I grabbed her arse hard pulling her closer she moaned Into the kiss I pulled away looking at her beautiful naked body stood before me
"I desire you princess"
"I can tell"
"I want you princess. Please… may I make love to you my beautiful princess?"
"You may master Sadler" she smiled wrapping her arms around my neck "just don't tell my father" she winked before pulling me back to kiss her...
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sweetener - [thirteen]
Good Vibes and Good Times
Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU
Word Count: 5338
Warnings: alcohol, smut (fun stuff that i dont want to spoil by putting a warning for lmao), more alcohol, food, cuteness, fluff
A/N: not to toot my own horn but another update within a month???? who is she??? lemme know what you think of this chapter there’s some stuff in here i’ve never written before (and i kinda went off on a tangent oops) so im interested to hear your thoughts! as always thank you for the love on the last chapter and this series in general, it really means the world to me!
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As far as you were concerned, Refreshers Week was off to a great start. Though it was supposed to be a repeat of the first week of the academic year (aka Freshers Week), filled with nights out, drinking, and yet more nights out, you were taking a slightly different route this time.
You’d woken up from your post-Nandos nap on Friday to Liv knocking on your door telling you to get up and start getting ready after she’d gotten no reply to her text messages. You and Tom had slept a little longer than you’d intended, but you supposed that was your own fault for not setting an alarm. After speedily getting ready, you both joined the girls and Jack and a few of Liv’s friends downstairs for predrinks and a few rounds of Ring of Fire. The night got a bit blurry after the dirty pint you had to down hit you in the taxi on the way to the SU, but from what you did remember you had a good night, and the rest of the weekend was spent hungover, snoozing, eating junk food, and just generally enjoying your new found freedom.
Come Monday night, you and Tom were curled up together on the sofa in your living room. There was a “special guest” at the union, which meant they were charging £25 a ticket for some DJ you had never heard of, so both of you had decided to stay in and have some drinks at home instead. Madison and Liv had gone out and gone to predrinks elsewhere, so you had the house to yourselves - which meant you could watch a movie downstairs on the TV instead of in your room on your laptop. It also meant that instead of being squished together on your bed you were lounging on the sofa (not that you minded being squished, but still). You had your back to the arm of the sofa, your legs laying across Tom’s lap while he sat with his feet propped up on the coffee table, a blanket covering your both your legs.
“Can I ask you something?” he said after taking a sip of his drink, lowering his glass to rest on your blanket-covered thigh as you nodded. “What’s going on in this film?”
A valid question - one you weren’t sure anyone really knew the answer to.
“To be honest,” you chuckled, “I don’t really know? I’ve seen it like six times and I still don’t really get it but I still enjoy it.”
“Right...okay.”
“Plus,” you raised your glass, gesturing at the TV. “Look at baby Jake Gyllenhaal - in’t he cute?”
Tom laughed at that, shrugging. “I guess?”
“It’s nearly over anyway.”
That was a lie, it wasn’t nearly over, but you had a feeling you probably weren’t going to make it through the entirety of Donnie Darko this evening. On several occasions you’d felt Tom’s eyes on you, but each time you’d looked over at him out of the corner of your eye he’d been staring straight ahead at the TV, or looking down at his glass as he took a drink, or otherwise not looking at you.
After one such occasion, you set your now empty glass down on the table, licking your lips as you swallowed the last of your wine. You were feeling a little tipsy by then, the tips of your fingers and the depths of your belly starting to feel tingly. Lower parts of your body were also feeling a little something too, and while the wine probably did have something to do with it, it was also because of the boy beside you.
Your right arm rested across the back of the sofa behind his head, your fingers beginning to card through his hair. You kept your vision fixed straight ahead, eyes on the TV screen as your fingertips brushed his skin, rubbing gentle circles at the edge of his hairline behind his ear. Sat so close together, you practically on top of him, you could hear his breathing shift as he took a deep breath in. You looked over at him again as he exhaled, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed harshly. This time he met your gaze, his eyes flicking down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own before tilting his head to kiss you.
You sat up more as the kiss quickly deepened, though the positioning of your bodies on the sofa made the angle a little awkward. You hardly noticed, though, and before long Tom’s glass was sat beside yours on the coffee table, the blanket was discarded on the floor, and you were climbing into his lap, your knees either side of his thighs on the sofa. Your hands cupped his face as your lips reconnected, his holding your waist - though they didn’t stay there for very long, roaming your body as you kissed deeply, messily, all probing tongues and panted breaths. Grinding down onto him, you could feel him growing harder through his sweatpants, pressing against you through the soft material.
“We should, um” you swallowed, trying to focus as Tom’s hand in your hair tilted your head to the side so he could kiss along your jaw. “Should go upstairs...”
He hummed against your skin like he agreed, but then he started sucking on your neck, so it was all a little contradictory. Still, you reasoned, you might as well let him finish what he started, so you closed your eyes, leaning into his hand and rolling your hips against his as his teeth nipped at your skin.
Once he was done there though, you knew you really should move things up to your room - partly because it’s just common courtesy not to have sex on communal areas of the house, and partly because these sofas were here when you moved in and you dreaded to even think what horrors they had seen, let alone get naked on them. So, you placed your hands on Tom’s shoulders to steady yourself and pulled back, feeling a little wobbly as you got to your feet - for various reasons, from the wine, to him kissing your neck, to your legs starting to go numb from being folded up underneath you. Once you were upright you held out your hands, tugging Tom up off the sofa and towards the stairs.
You parted ways halfway up, sending him on up to your room while you made a pittstop at the bathroom. You checked your reflection in the mirror as you dried your hands - a little dishevelled, sure, your hair ruffled and swollen, but you were pretty sure that was mostly Tom’s doing so you weren’t too concerned about fixing it. Alcohol and lust were at just such a point in your system that you were, shall we say, feeling yourself more than you would have been on an average Monday night, a little pep in your step as you made your way up to your bedroom.
Opening your door, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of your bed, and it was only as you reached behind you to shut the door that you noticed what he was actually doing.
“What are you doing?”
You were frozen, your hand still clasped around your door handle as your eyes flicked back and forth between the bottom drawer of your bedside cabinet and Tom, who was sitting staring into it.
“Nothing!” He blurted, looking up at you with an innocent smile on his face before turning back to the open drawer. “What’s that?”
What’s that?? He knew full well what it was, and you both knew it.
“It’s - I-”
“I wasn’t like, going through your stuff or anything,” Tom’s eyes went wide as he turned his attention back to you, shaking his head hurriedly. “I mean I guess I was but not like that, I was just going to get a thing- a condom- ‘cause, I dunno I thought-”
“It’s okay,” you said as you finally moved further into your room, beginning to try and gather your thoughts into something besides ahhhh!!!!! and oh???. You really hadn’t expected to come upstairs to find Tom discovering your vibrator, but sometimes life’s like that, you supposed - full of surprises.
“...sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said again as you approached him, managing an awkward chuckle this time.
“...can I look at it?”
An odd mixture of embarrassed and exhilarated and turned on and just plain uhhhh???? filled your mind and body as you considered Tom’s question. Quite honestly, you’d forgotten it was even in there, seeing as you hadn’t used it in a while. You’d had no need to, your sexual pleasure quite literally out of your hands as of late - and when you were using it, it was hardly something you advertised. The girls didn’t even know you had it - it was like your little secret. But maybe it didn’t have to be..?
“I guess?”
You sat down beside him as he reached into the drawer, into the little box where you kept the condoms you’d gotten from Liv, and plucked your vibrator from its hiding place. The little purple bullet fit neatly in the palm of his hand, about three inches long and tapered into a point at one end. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling as Tom held his hand out flat, lifting it up to get a closer look as though he was holding some sort of rare lizard.
“How does it work?”
“There’s a button on the-”
“-oh right, okay.” Tom cut you off as you gestured to the end closest to his wrist, turning the bullet in his hand.
Holding it like you would a pen, he clicked the button on top, his eyes widening as it began to vibrate.
“You can click it again,” you chuckled quietly. “It’s got like different settings.”
“Oh...OH. Jesus Christ-”
You giggled as Tom cycled through the varying patterns and intensities, watching his reactions.
“Yeah, to be honest I think there’s too many like, it’s not really necessary.”
“Oh yeah? Which ones don’t you like, then? Or, I guess, which ones do you like?”
“Ahhhh,” you covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks hot beneath your palms as you groaned. “I dunno, this is weird…”
Tom laughed at that, and when you peeked out from between your fingers at him you could see he had a cheeky smile plastered across his face.
“Why’s it weird?”
“I dunno…”
To be fair to him, you didn’t really have an answer to that. Perhaps it was because you’d felt uncomfortable about buying a sex toy in the first place, like by purchasing something purely for your own sexual pleasure as as single girl you were somehow committing to being alone, as though it were some sort of symbol that you didn’t have someone else to give you orgasms, or something like that. Which you knew was ridiculous when you really thought about it, something that was likely rooted in the notion that women shouldn’t really enjoy sex or watch porn or that they don’t (or rather shouldn’t) masturbate - and they certainly shouldn’t be buying things with which to pleasure themselves. You hadn’t thought about it as explicitly as that at the time, of course, it was only after a drunken heart-to-heart with a random girl in the toilets of the SU about feminism and the patriarchy that you linked your embarrassment about ordering a vibrator online with internalised misogyny. In any case, all that internal toing and froing had quickly dissipated once you used it for the first time and you came so quickly and so hard you had to have a little lie down afterwards. But even still, having Tom see it, talking to him about it, maybe even using it with him, was entirely different. Somehow. Despite the fact that you’d been extremely intimate with him on several occasions already...he’d literally seen your arsehole, for Christ’s sake. Okay, so maybe it’s not that weird…if anything this is less intimate than like, oral, right?
Tom leaned back on the bed while you were trying to decide whether or not you felt “weird”, propping himself up on his elbows and passing your vibrator to his left hand so that it was on his other side - meaning that if you wanted to take it from him, you’d have to lean over him. Little shit.
Twisting to face him, you held out your hand and fixed what you hoped was a stern expression to your face.
“Give it to me.”
Tom glanced between you and your vibrator, securely clutched in his hand, narrowing his eyes when he looked at you.
“Why?”
“...Because.”
You reached across him to try and grab it, but he was faster, stretching his arm up out of your reach as he laughed.
“That’s not an answer!”
Your arm stretched out too, but you couldn’t quite reach. Your body draped over his as you leant over him, trying to reach his hand. Flat on his back on the bed, Tom pushed his feet against the floor to scramble further back onto the bed. You clambered on top of him, both of you giggling drunkenly as you clawed at his wrist - until his right hand was pulling your face down to meet his, and you felt him laugh against your lips before he kissed you.
Your hand fell away from his like you’d forgotten what you were reaching for, your fingers weaving into the curls at the back of his neck instead. Your hands in his hair kept him close as the two of you rolled over, his body a pleasant weight on top of your own. You were vaguely aware of the dull sound of the bullet vibrating low and steady in his fist somewhere beside you as you kissed, but you became rather more attuned to it when he started to trail it slowly down your side. Tom shifted off you slightly, and you let your leg fall to the side as he traced a line with the tip of the bullet, across your hip and down towards your inner thighs, following the seam of your knickers through the thin material of your leggings.
You sighed as he started kissing your neck again, picking up where he left off downstairs. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.
Reaching down, you placed your hand over his, clicking the button on the vibrator until it was vibrating in waves, steadily growing stronger with each turn before fading away again. You guided Tom’s hand to slowly tease your pussy through your clothes, rubbing the length of the bullet up and down between your folds.
He pulled back from kissing your neck then, watching your face as he copied your movements. Satisfied he would keep going unassisted, you soon let go of his hand. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, hear the sound of your own breathing, shaky and heavy as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax fully. You could feel it building already, the knot deep inside your abdomen beginning to tighten as the ebb and flow of the vibrations brought you closer and closer each time.
You tensed, sucking in a breath when Tom pulled his hand away, but relaxed again once he tucked his hand inside your underwear - until he clicked the button again, changing the settings abruptly.
“Oh shit, sorry- ”
“S’okay,” you breathed, a small smile on your face as you opened your eyes. “Press it again though, I don’t like that one.”
He chuckled and shook his head, but did as you asked.
“Thanks.”
You reached up to clasp the back of his neck, angling your face up to his as you pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smirking against your lips before they connected. Though he’d changed it by accident, you usually switched to this setting for a while anyway. The vibrations were stronger now, short bursts that grew longer and closer together until it was one long, powerful vibration, before reverting back and cycling through again and again.
The hand that wasn’t tangled in Tom’s hair moved back between your thighs, covering his through your clothes to press the bullet more firmly against your clit. Your mouth fell open against his as you felt yourself hurtling closer and closer to release.
“P-press it four times,” you managed to mutter, and he seemed to hear you though it came out strained and muffled against his lips because his hand shifted under yours and the vibrations shifted to a continuous, powerful blast.
“Oh fuck-”
Your back arching and thighs tensing, your hips lifted off the bed. Your hand over his keeping the bullet pressed firmly to your clit, your head dropped back against the pillows and you moaned loudly as you came hard. Grinding against the vibrator and Tom’s hand, your hips rocked back and forth until your orgasm had finally finished washing over you and you let your hand fall onto the bed beside you.
Taking the hint, Tom pulled the toy away and out of your leggings - though he pressed it against your clit again over your clothes, just for a second until you squeaked, your body twitching at the overstimulation.
“Sorry, just wanted to see what would happen.”
You rolled your eyes but laughed breathlessly - you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t done the same yourself. You watched as Tom clicked the button on the bullet to cycle through the settings until it was turned off, a curious expression on his face as he did so.
“What?”
“Nothing…” he shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from the bullet in his hand to look at you. “So you don’t actually need me like, at all, really?”
You scoffed at that, sitting up a bit and propping yourself up on your elbows.
“It’s not the same. Like, that doesn’t bring me coffee in the library or take me to McDonald’s at half ten at night.”
“Ohh,” Tom smirked, “so it’s mainly just food and beverages that you want from me?”
“Shut up, you know that’s not what I meant.”
You shook your head with a laugh as you pushed at his chest until he fell onto his back, climbing on top of him and reaching for the hem of your t shirt to pull it off over your head before you leant down and kissed him.
“So is it like a ‘friends with benefits’ type thing?”
It felt like you’d been having this conversation for days. Maybe it was because after Tom left on Tuesday afternoon you’d found yourself thinking about what exactly it was that you wanted from him if it wasn’t food and beverages, and now it was Wednesday evening and you were being interrogated while getting ready to go out.
“Er, no not really,” you shook your head distractedly, focusing on curling the back of your friend Ruby’s hair without burning her or yourself.
Ruby, one of your best friends from high school, had texted you the day before asking if you were free for an last minute visit as her lectures had gotten cancelled and she, quite rightly, felt it was time for you to catch up, seeing as you hadn’t seen each other properly over Christmas. You immediately accepted, of course, briefing her on the fancy dress theme for Wednesday night - Angels v Devils. You were going as an angel, mostly because you had a new white dress you wanted to wear, while Liv and Madison were going as devils. Ruby’s costume was to be decided by whichever accessory she could find in Claire’s Accessories on her way to the train station - which turned out to be a white fluffy halo, so you ended up with another angel on your side.
The timing of her impromptu visit actually worked out quite well anyway, because it being a Wednesday meant that Tom was off doing AU stuff with the rest of the rugby boys. They hadn’t actually played a match yet this term, but as far as you could work out being part of the Athletics Union was as much about socials and going out as it was about actual sports. Someone on the team had had the foresight to order a huge pack of devil horns online, so they were all going as devils. They’d also started drinking around 3pm, so by the time you started getting ready at 7 you’d already seen a slew of ‘horny devil’ jokes and stories on social media.
And anyway, as much as you’d enjoyed getting ready and predrinking with Tom on Friday, you were happy to be having some good old fashioned girl time, all getting ready together in Madison’s room and having a few drinks as you got ready - plus, it gave you time to bring Ruby up to speed with your love life. In all honesty, if she hadn’t been there you probably wouldn’t have brought it up at all, but you figured you should give her a heads up because it was highly likely you’d see Tom at some point during the night, and you didn’t want to have to awkwardly try and define the nature of your relationship in front of him.
“So he’s not your boyfriend?” Ruby looked up at you through her hair as you curled the last few sections.
“No,” you shook your head more decisively this time.
“But you’re not seeing anyone else, are you?”
“Nope.”
“And neither is he?”
“No - well,” you paused, considering for a moment. “I presume so, I haven’t asked.”
“Why not ask?” Madison interjected from her spot on the bed where she sat, already dressed and ready, drinking vodka lemonade through a straw.
“Because…” you shrugged, returning your attention to doing your makeup now that Ruby’s hair was done. “I dunno. I don’t feel like I need to? Like it’s just...it’s fine.”
“Right…” Madison didn’t sound 100% convinced, but she moved on anyway and directed her next question at Liv, who was currently doing her eyebrows. “What about you and Harrison, is that the same?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged, tilting her head to see her brows from all angles in the mirror she had propped up against a stack of textbooks on Mads’ desk. “Like, we’re not a thing, but like, it’s a thing, you know?”
You didn’t know, but you also felt the same way about you and Tom, so you just nodded and went back to applying liberal amounts of highlighter to your cheekbones (and your brow bone, and your nose, and basically your entire face, because if you can’t glow when you’re an angel, when can you?)
By the time all four of you were ready to officially start predrinking you were already a couple of drinks deep (or more than a couple in Madison’s case), so by the time you got to the union you were all more than ready for a dance. Wednesday nights were typically the cheesy pop night, which suited you just fine, and though your friends claimed not to really be that into it you knew they’d be singing along as loud as anyone when What Makes You Beautiful came on. First port of call had to be the ladies’, however, as you had all well and truly broken the seal.
The second stop was the shot bar, which was probably an ill-advised choice seeing as none of you needed to be doing shots at that point in time, but you had a guest, so you had to give her the full SU experience, and that included the shot bar - which was where you bumped into Harrison. You weren’t sure whether he just happened to be passing or whether Liv had summoned him, but either way he was there with his arm around her shoulders and clinking shot glasses with you, Mads, and Ruby too just for good measure.
He pointed over to the dancefloor, and though you couldn’t really hear what he was saying you followed where he was pointing to and spotted a group of boys in the middle of the floor, and you guessed that Tom was amongst them. You nodded to show you understood, but you were torn - you were supposed to be spending time with Ruby, so you didn’t want to seem like you were ditching her for Tom. Luckily for you, she seemed to have witnessed your exchange with Harrison and gathered what was going on, because she just downed her shot, gestured over to the boys, and yelled ‘wanna go over?’ in your ear, so your decision was kind of made for you.
Weaving your way through the crowd, you made your way over to the group, Harrison leading the way. Tom saw him first, nodded in acknowledgement, and went to turn back to whoever he was talking to before he spotted you behind him. You could feel the grin spreading across your face as you squeezed past Harrison, wrapping your arms around Tom’s shoulders as his wrapped around your waist in a bone-crushing hug. He swayed slightly as he squeezed you, so you guessed he was about as intoxicated as you were.
“This is my friend Ruby,” you shouted in his ear as you separated, gesturing over your shoulder to her.
You turned to her and pointed to Tom with your right hand, the fingers of your left hand slotting between Tom’s as his hand slipped into yours. “This is um… this is Tom.”
You laughed to yourself as you introduced him - you’d discussed him at length at pres, so he hardly needed an introduction, but it felt like the proper thing to do. You were pretty sure neither of them heard a word you said over the music anyway, but both Tom and Ruby raised a hand and waved politely at one another, which only made you laugh more - which did make Tom look at you questioningly, but you just shook your head and shouted ‘nothing!’ at him.
Laughing turned out to be a running theme for the night, and you ended up spending the majority of the night as one giant group - which was very fun for you, if a little annoying for everyone else around you. As it was though, you were all too drunk to care about other students, so it didn’t bother you at all that you took up most of the dancefloor and were by far the loudest group when it came to singing along to some pop classics. By the time the lights came on and you all got herded downstairs by security, your camera roll was full of new memories - selfies with Ruby, selfies with Tom, plenty of group photos taken by random people who were unfortunate enough to get accosted by Liv - all of which you swore would be nice (spoiler alert: most of them were not nice, though there were some fun ones from predrinks as well as a cute one of you and Tom that you set as your contact photo for him as you lay in bed hungover waiting for Ruby to wake up the next morning).
Pushing tables and chairs together, you all sat together trying to eat enough greasy food to soak up all the alcohol in your bodies while you waited for your taxis (much to the annoyance of the union staff, not that any of you noticed). You and Tom sat a little way away from the rest of the group, picking at a large portion of cheesy chips with one hand each, your other hands clasped together on your knee under the table.
“Oh, I meant to ask you something.”
“‘kay,” you glanced up at Tom, but mostly focusing on the chips in front of you. “Actually, I need to tell you something first.”
“Okay,” Tom nodded, popping another chip into his mouth.
“Did you know…” You paused, possibly for a little longer than was necessary, but you got distracted pulling off another chip from the lump of potato and cheese in the tray.
“Did I know what?” Tom probed, nudging your knee with his.
“I’m getting to it!” you rolled your eyes, finally breaking the exceptionally long string of cheese that was preventing you from eating your chip and shoving it into your mouth. “Did you know that I fancied you for ages?”
“Oh?”
You didn’t really know what prompted you to say it - truth be told you weren’t really thinking too clearly, but now you’d started you couldn’t stop.
“Mmhmm, like in first year I hardly ever bought coffee on campus, and then- ” you paused again to eat another chip “-then I started buying it all the time from you, so really it’s your fault.”
“What’s my fault?” Tom laughed, his knee bouncing against yours as he shifted in his seat.
His laugh made you look up from your food, and then you started looking at the devil horns poking out from in between his curls and you sort of lost your train of thought (not that you even really had one to begin with).
“I dunno,” you shrugged, “just is.”
“Well...sorry?” he tilted his head and furrowed his brow, framing it as more of a question than an apology.
“S’okay,” you shrugged, squeezing his hand as you smiled. “What were you gonna ask me anyway?”
“Oh yeah,” Tom squeezed your hand back as he spoke. “Would you, I was gonna say- do you wanna come and watch me play in like, two weeks? I mean, it won’t just be me it’ll be like, the whole team - obviously - and another team-”
You’d been nodding the whole time he was rambling, your answer decided almost as soon as he’d said ‘do you wanna come’, but you realised you were probably going to have to say something verbal to interrupt him.
“Yeah, sure.”
“-oh okay, cool.”
“You better win though,” you raised your eyebrows at him, kicking his foot under the table.
“Obviously,” he scoffed, grabbing a handful of chips as he bumped his knee against yours.
You weren’t even halfway through your chips when your taxis finally arrived, but thankfully Tom let you take the box home with you - a gesture which earned him a kiss on the cheek from you and a hug from Madison, who had eagerly tucked in as soon as she came over to tell you your cab was outside. As might have been expected, Liv went back with Harrison (and Tom, who very astutely opted to sit in the front seat rather than squeeze in the back beside them) so you, Ruby, and Madison shared a taxi home, and by the time you eventually climbed into bed it was sometime after four am. It would have been earlier, only you were determined to take your makeup off before you fell asleep because you’d put on fresh sheets for Ruby staying over and you didn’t want to stain the pillow case. Which was admirable, really, only your fine motor skills weren’t too hot just then, so you spent a lot of time just rubbing mascara around your face with a make up wipe before eventually just giving up, flipping your pillow over and getting into bed.
“Your friends are nice,” Ruby yawned as she snuggled in beside you. “I approve.”
You just hummed back happily - you were already falling asleep, but you were glad to hear your home and uni friends got along. You were just thinking about how nice it is when different parts of your life overlap and it works out nicely, when your phone buzzed with a text.
“Tom’s nice too,” you heard Ruby murmur sleepily as you pulled your phone out from under your pillow. “I like him.”
“Yeah,” you muttered back as you read the message on your screen. “Me too.”
Tom Holland
Glad u got home ok
Goodnight angel x
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A Mistake: Chapter 9
Sweat covered her skin as the top of her head rocked against the trunk of Wesker's car. Every bump on the road jolted her body, rattling her clenched teeth. Cara felt suffocated in the plastic bag sticking to her skin with sweat. Wesker had insisted on no clothes, but at least he had the decency to turn around as she stripped fully before placing herself in this predicament. Not every girl who finds herself naked in the trunk of a car necessarily wished for it. Yes, she had begged Wesker for help, but that did not mean she will raise the negative star rating for this shady transportation trip where she was cargo.
Wesker told her very little about where they were going. In fact, he did not speak the whole way. She really hoped he hadn't forgotten about her. Her eyes kept drifting closed only to blink wide as the dispatcher spoke over the police radio. "Calling all available units. Hostage situation at Bernard 667. Back-up needed."
"Looks like I'll have to leave you with my contact. I am needed back at work," Wesker said, keeping his eyes on the dark road. It was bad timing, but he was forced to keep up pretenses. He will simply have to trust his contact to take care of things.
Cara recognized it as a street on the less fortunate side of town, a bank not two blocks from her apartment building. Something like this should not be unusual on that side of town, but there had been a massive decline in criminal activity in the city for years.... until now. Cara hoped this was a one-time thing and did not mean something larger. She asked nothing about who the contact was, knowing questions are often useless with Wesker.
The drive felt like an eternity, a suffocating one. Her motion sickness came in waves, crashing into her with powerful currents before receding. She dry heaved several times, but her stomach was emptied long before she entered the car. She was exhausted and dehydrated. Her muscles moved weakly, barely holding her up as she lay on her side.
Soon the gravel road became smoother and less bumpy as Wesker pulled into the garage of a house on the outskirts of Raccoon City. The doors slid shut after them, keeping out the only light in the space. Wesker did not exit the car nor turned off the car's ignition. Two men marched straight for the trunk and dragged a bewildered Cara out. To Wesker, she resembled a cat who was about to be thrown into a bath. It was a delicious sight he enjoyed behind his shades.
Cara pushed and shoved, feeling unfamiliar hands lifting her body as soon as the trunk opened. The darkened garage made it hard to discern the tools pinned to the walls or much of the men's faces. Her muscles tightened as she struggled to plant her feet on the ground. But no matter how hard her aching muscles fought, more hands griped her, restraining her movement. Catching Wesker's glare in the rear-view mirror, she froze. His eyes weren't reassuring nor held a touch of warmth. They threatened her, arresting her screams into muffled whines that barely left her lips. She looked away immediately, reminded by the amount of power he had over her life...and when it was time to die. The struggle left her, and she allowed the men to take her inside the home. No sooner did the door shut behind them did the car drive off. Swallowing the thickness in her throat, Cara's only wished to crawl into a hole and disappear.
Cara was led into the center of a pale white room with no furniture or windows. Before she could ask about where she was, a high-pressured hose blasted her with ice-cold water with a bruising force. She was left coughing, lips trembling as she weakly cried, "p-please s-stop."
No matter where she cowered in the small room, the water would still blast her. There was nothing to hid behind. She had only her hands to shield herself, but that could only do so much.
They didn't stop, only switching to blasting her with a strong-smelling chemical that had her eyes burn before it even made contact with them. Someone came in and scrubbed her nails, cutting them so close to the nail beds that they bled. Chemicals were forced into her mouth, and she was ordered to gargle but instead choked, burning her lungs. She soon realized she was being disinfected from all evidence of the day that lingered on her body. By the end of the ordeal, she felt as if she had lost layers of skin, standing naked, huddled, and shivering. By the time they were satisfied, her hair was rough and brittle, reddened skin scrubbed raw, not having enjoyed such a rough spa day.
Only at the end did they bandage her up, using the least noticeable means. A powerful ointment was evenly spread on the bump on her temple, already bringing the swelling down within hours. The bandages were very close to her skin tone. Strangers and possibly friends may not give it a second glance.
They coached her on what to say and do as a cover-up, a very aggressive acting lesson she would never forget. They created a story for her, drilling it into her mind. she felt like she was being forced to sign a false statement during an intensive interrogation. They didn't hurt her physically, but their words shattered the edges of her sanity.
The cover story was that Cara and Rick went for a hike in the Arkley forest. They had a good time and split ways just before evening. Cara had to go babysitting while Rick got a call from his dad, asking him to drive to the next town for a meet-up. His parents lived apart, divorced for several years. This was nothing new. Rick met his dad all the time behind his mom's back. He took the car and drove off, and that was the last time she saw him. Cara's alibi was that she was watching over Sherry for the Birkin’s. This was the story she was told to feed her friends and anyone who cared to ask. They assured her that the likelihood of any police officers approaching her with questions was low. They had people on all levels of the police force.
Given an ill-fitting pair of jeans and a dark sweater, she was again in the trunk of another car with no clue of the destination. She didn't realize she dozed off until the trunk popped open, and she was roughly shaken awake. Unfocused eyes blinked against the bright light before focusing on her surroundings. She recognized Wesker's garage, feeling a ting of relief at the familiar surroundings before more uncertainty filled her.
Stepping out of the car on shaky legs, Cara almost fell but held onto the car for dear life. As soon as she was no longer behind the car, it pulled out of the garage, silently driving off. She stood frozen, numbly staring even after the car was gone and the garage doors slid shut.
In a trance, her feet carried her inside, roaming through the home only to find it empty. Despite knowing Wesker had to go back to work, she half expected him to be home waiting for her. she felt as if she had been with those people for years, but it likely had been only a couple of hours. The only sound was the pitter-patter of her feet and her occasional sighs.
She sat on the living room couch, her back straight and her hands folded on her lap. Blankly she stared at the TV's pitch blackness, and what began as a tiny giggle became full-blown hysterical laughter and sobbing. Her reflection on the TV was the funniest joke she had ever seen.
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By the time Wesker had arrived, STARS had already infiltrated the bank neutralizing all but one robber. Wesker tsked, leaning against his car with a frown. Behind his shades, his eyes burned into the vehicles used by the STARS members.
They should have had everything under control hours ago. Wesker admits he may have been too lax on them the past few days due to a... particular distraction. Hating the inferior desire to justify failure with excuses for the incapability of his squad to take care of such a minor incident, he promised himself to go harsher on them.
While he usually had his emotions under control, he couldn't help but tap his foot, arms crossed. He wanted to check on Cara. The Robins were affiliated with Umbrella, and they weren't known for being tender with kids. Umbrella rathered, silencing than keeping silent. It was much easier to kill the loose ends. Still, Umbrella did employ the Robins' cleaning services from time to time.
If Cara wanted to survive in this world, she would have to endure and continue to endure. It would be a fun game to see whether she would leave his house and try to run. He loved cornering her, watching as she helplessly looked for an escape.
Forcing his thoughts to the present situation, Wesker gave an unkind smile. Several fools made the mistake of thinking that such a peaceful town had no way of protecting itself. All they likely saw was a city belonging to no other criminal organization, a free turf for them to set up shop for their business. With the misconception of an underfunded police department, they were too blind to see the monsters lurking in the deep waters they jumped into. No lifeguard could save them now. They were already dead. Wesker smirked, already knowing which potential project he will 'volunteer' them for.
His smirk disappeared as he glanced down at his watch, realizing his team took yet another ten minutes to do the job. This incompetent behavior was wearing him thin. Tomorrow they will pay for this, first thing in the morning.
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Wesker didn't have to look very hard to find Cara. His eyes were drawn to her as soon as he stepped into the living room. Plopping down beside her on the couch, Wesker placed an arm on the back of the couch behind her. He regarded her with a knowing look, "Rough night?"
"Sherry was wild today. Running after her was exhausting." without looking his way, she answered in a practiced voice, already using what she was forced to learn. she could almost feel them breathing down her neck, waiting for a single slip of the tongue to put a bullet between her eyes. "Some boy tried to kiss her at the school playground, and she didn't like it. she was very upset took it out on me."
"Someone most definitely taught that boy a lesson, didn't they, dearheart?" he glanced at her with a knowing look.
"He definitely won't ever try that again. His lesson was too real." her voice grim, eyes cast on the ground. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on top. She couldn't help but shiver, feeling the room lose a few degrees.
"Kids these days need better parenting, thinking they are entitled to everything only because their parents made them believe they are special. Every year, I am forced to entertain pathetic, talentless children at the annual school field trip to the police station. It's ridiculous how many of them simply believe they are cut out to be police officers simply by wanting it."
"That’s a dark outlook, especially from a dirty cop. You're not exactly a model officer." she couldn't help but smile. Oh the irony.
"Contrary to what you believe, I do my job too well. Except for tonight, offenders have either been dealt with or they up and left the city to work elsewhere. We don't leave a single crack for them to even dream of continuing operations. I created and trained a team of the best there is, and if it wasn't for them, the hostage situation would have ended very differently tonight."
"Did anyone get hurt?" she whispered, dreading the answer despite how everything that happened today. She still felt worried for Chris. He was all Claire had.
"Only those who deserved to," with a gloved finger under her chin, Wesker lifted her head to meet his eyes. His words struck Cara deeply, stealing her breath. She knew he wasn't talking about STARS. He meant Rick.
"But that's-" a gloved finger pressed against her lips.
"If it still bothers you, I can hug it all better." flames lit Cara's cheeks that even the faint glow of the living room couldn't hope to shield it from Wesker. He never misses any details, no matter how minute.
"N-no! That's not necessary." she stuttered, jumping to her feet.
"You're a mess. Come here." a firm tug on Cara's wrist pulled her against him. She pushed against his chest, trying to get off as his arms encircled her. She tried her best not to get distracted by the feeling of Wesker's muscles against her hands. His body wrapped her in warmth.
"Let go. I don't need a hug," Cara snapped, her voice embarrassingly weak and breathless.
"Did you say something, dearheart? I cannot hear anything over the pounding of your heart. It's almost going 90 a minute. tell me, what's the matter."
"Why do you have to be like this?"
"You mean supportive? Attentive? comforting?"
"How is this supportive? You're just messing with me." having been freezing cold for most of the night, this tiny bit of warmth allowed her endless comfort. After everything that happened today, she could use something as simple as a hug- even if it was from a well-dressed serial killer. It's not like she was innocent anymore. Her right to judge him is long gone. She sighed, releasing all the tension from her muscles as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Just don't complain that I'm too heavy. remember, you offered me."
With his hand tracing strokes over her back, several minutes of silence passed, neither of them changing positions. Cara's heart left the race, taking a rest from the overdrive. As much as she wanted to deny it, she liked how Wesker held her, touched her. No one had ever treated her like this before. She insisted these strange feelings and ideas were due to being in a state of vulnerability thanks to tonight's events. Wesker came to her in her moment of weakness. That had to be it. With that as an excuse, she snuggled even closer, savoring the scent of his cologne.
"I thought you were above skipping school to hook up with boys." he just had to ruin the moment. Cara did not miss the way his arms tightened around her, fully noting how his muscles shifted. What was his problem, she wondered? Was Wesker worried she would spill everything to some guy?
"I... I thought he was my friend.”
"Do not repeat this mistake. Everyone has their secrets. You can't ever know someone well enough to fully predict their every move."
"Ok, ok. I learned my lesson. No going to the woods alone with boys. I'll keep to the public spaces." Cara rolled her eyes, the last thing she needed tonight was a lecture on what she already knew.
"That won't do either."
"What? Am I supposed to quit dating just because of one super horrible date?" Cara pouted, crossing her arms as she glared at him.
"You forget your life is in my hands." Cara found his excuse ridiculous. He had no good reason to control her social life. She didn't go and run her mouth to anyone about what she saw, so why did he think he had the right to meddle in her affairs?
"Yeah, you like to remind me very often."
"Only because you seem to forget,"
"I think it's time I went home," she said, untangling herself with surprisingly no resistance from him. he let her slide off his lap, following her as she not so subtly rushed to the door. She was half expecting him to wrap a hand around her throat and end it all.
Before Cara could open the door, she was pressed against it. His arms caged her as she felt every contour of his body against hers. Her heart thundered in her ears, heat rising to color her cheeks before taking a detour to pool between her legs. Her body betrayed her, responding to the touch of a serial killer.
"You'll likely be needing a new place to live soon," he whispered in her ear, lips brushing her skin like velvet.
"What?" she asked dumbly, unable to entirely focus on his words with the way he leaned into her.
"How are your parents doing?" it was like an bucket of ice was poured over her head. She furrowed her brows, not knowing where he was taking the conversation.
"They're...fine. Keeping busy...somewhere," Cara lied, biting her tongue. But was it a lie? There wasn't all that much reason for them to be hurt. Wherever they went its was probably safer than here.
"If you see them, tell them I said hello," he said, stepping back.
Cara had to lean against the door to stop herself from sliding down, her knees shaky, her mind troubled by all these cues.
Why would he say 'if' rather than 'when' she would see them? Did he know something he wasn't letting on?
Why was he being so confusing? One minute he was cold, threatening, abandoning her with those horrible people and the next he was trying to hug her, stealing touches at every chance.
She just needed to get back home, there she could think more clearly.
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That night, Cara slept in her parent's bedroom, surrounded by their fading scent. Despite everything her parents did to her, she felt comforted on their bed, like a kid again on an overly large bed. A kid who knew nothing of the world's cruelty. A kid who did not have to kill for survival.
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Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold
Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Mad Hatter | Jefferson
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Angst, Retrospective, A Monthly RumBelling May 2021
Summary: Even when cursed, memories have a way of persisting, and sometimes hints of the present, or future can find their way into the depths of Belle's troubled mind. Written for the May 2021 Monthly Rumbelling.
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The croft had an old stone well tucked away in the woods behind the yard, but still on the property. The Realtor had warned them that it was as dry as bones baked in the desert sun. Every morning, though, just as the sun’s infant rays drove away the predawn shadows, and left the colors muted ghosts of themselves, she lowered the wooden bucket and pulled up a full pail of crisp, cold, sweet water. She looked into the water as the ripples stilled and always saw a new reflection - never her own. That morning it was a castle nestled against a snowy mountain peak, high above the trees that graced the slopes below. She dipped the ladle into the water and brought it to her lips to drink thirstily. Perhaps if she drank enough she might find the castle in her dreams and explore its vast imagined hallways and grand ballrooms. When the water stilled again there was a new reflection; a town that stretched like a blanket at the foot of the hill on which she stood. She shook her head at all her fancy, and slowly carried the water back to the croft.
The Realtor’s warning hadn’t deterred them. After all, the croft was sound, and they’d need a place to stay, and later, she hoped, to live - the difference… the presence of the man she loved, who like the other men was gone away to war. In the meantime, until his return - from her thought to the ears of the gods - the croft would be a place of safety for her… and maybe for a child that she would hold in her arms as he walked back into their home when the war was done.
She hadn’t wanted him to go, what wife would? She had hoped that his advanced years would spare him the draft. It hadn’t. They opened up the letter that morning to find the papers demanding he report for duty the following week, and so with duty of her own, she packed a duffel for him.
“Only essentials,” he said, and she nodded, offering him a sad smile, not trusting herself to speak. Out of the closet she pulled a shirt of the finest silk, with ruffled cuffs, a dark leather vest and the snug fitting pants she most admired. His high collared coat she set on the back of a chair for him to put on when he had to leave. The rest of the space she filled with clothes she found in his closet; small, as if for… a child?
There was. There was a son…
He didn’t say goodbye as he slipped out before dawn. She simply woke, slowly, to the scent of the steam, rising from the cup of tea he’d left for her on the table beside the bed, where, the night before, their bodies had spoken their love in place of words.
With no shame, for none was needed between man and wife, she sat up and lifted her night gown over her head, reaching for him then. She cupped his cheeks in the palms of her hands and drew him to her, their foreheads rested, briefly, each against the other, before he gathered her closer, worshiping her body with his lips, bathing her too sensitive flesh with his tongue, before rising again to cover her, and sink deep inside. Two became one as he filled her, and she cried out for him and he answered with cries of his own, until at last, spent, he lay down to cover her, like a blanket.
In the morning he was gone. The steam rose, a specter in the darkened room, but not without hope. The teacup sat upon three saucers, the three pillars of their marriage. Love. Trust. Desire.
And so she continued, day by day, to do those things that she had always done, but days became weeks, and weeks turned to months, and then years followed, and still no word.
In the summer months she plucked roses from the bush that grew by the gate, and waking in a panic one night reached to take one from the vase beside the teacup on nightstand, the cup long since washed and dried, and standing face down upon its three saucers; waiting to be used again. She stroked the petals of the rose with her fingers. These were white, with just a steak of yellow. The roses he had always given her before were red and pink, and purple. Slowly, one by one, she began to pluck the petals from the white and yellow flower.
“He lives, he lives not, he lives, he lives not…” each petal she let fall onto his empty pillow, but she stopped before she had denuded all the bloom. Such an infantile game - and did she really want to know?
She laid it crosswise on his pillow atop the plucked petals, a place marker for his head as much as was the rose that rested on the book she read. A pale lilac or lavender, she left it there to scent the pages with its sweetness. It would surround her the next time she picked it up, either by sunlight or lamplight, as now, to read and soothe her loneliness. When she read, she could be anyone - anything - could even be at his side when he marched into battle, or returned to barracks wearied from the trenches.
I’m coming back, Rumple…
She kept each book she read on the corner of the dresser. Slim volumes that she piled atop the book he had left there - a thick, leather bound tome with gold edges to each page. She had never seen inside. Full of secrets, she imagined, like some ancient book of magic that he wrote in with a feather quill. He never offered to show her, and she never asked. She merely dusted it to keep it in good order, and each night when he came to use it, he thanked her with a gentle kiss.
August became September, became October, and still no word, and so, though not a woman of superstition, at the appointed hour on the last day of the month, she took a patchwork quilt that she had sewn, and set it down in the fallen leaves near the well. She made an altar of their picnic basket, with a pumpkin from the garden, and a jar of home made apple cider as libations, to go with the fruit cake she had baked. She wrapped two of her most precious books in plain brown paper as a personal sacrifice to the gods in the hope they would grant her wishes, written onto a folded piece of card that she weighted with stones. She lit the candle and spoke the words aloud.
“Please… I promised him forever. Do not separate us now. Bring him back to me, or bring me to him… only - let us be one once more.”
It was a full moon, low and round. She could see it through the frame of the window as she looked up, briefly, from beneath her tangled hair; from where she waited… still waited. Night and day had become one, as had waking and sleeping, but the last thing she saw through the filthy, narrow window, its tendrils of growing mold looking like naked branches, before turning to cram herself into the corner, was the moonlight, and the single, rapid streak of light beneath.
“This time,” she whispered. “Maybe this time… perhaps now…”
She woke with a start. Perhaps it was the shift in the pressure of the air in the cell, but she looked up to see an orderly - not one of the orderlies she had ever seen before - standing in the doorway, tall and with dark hair that framed his pale face, and anger in the steel blue of his eyes. He held out his hand to her.
“Come with me,” he said.
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MLQC Fanfic: Hearts of Storm - Ch 6 - Turning Point
WARNING: NSFW/18+ fic. No smut this chapter. Dub/non-con, eventual 3P, spoilers, long dragged out fic and angst. Not morally correct. Turn away if this is not your thing.
Pairing: Shaw x MC, Gavin x MC, Shaw x MC x Gavin
AO3 Link: [here]
Notes: [See full notes on AO3] Catch up post. Big thanks to Lutz and sushikitty (aka Aelyxandra) for betaing this chapter again! A longer chapter here. Gotta repair some damage I caused before things can move on. So we're still in plot territory.
Yui leaned forward to wipe the steam off the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, this time cleared of the blood and dirt that covered her before she stepped into the shower.
She couldn’t remember exactly how she got here. She was in a state of shock when Shaw led her away from the scene and by the time she realized, she was already at one of his workshops. Now, only her sore arms told the story of how tightly she must have held onto him during what was no doubt a high-speed skateboard trip.
“Get cleaned up. Don’t get my workshop dirty and stinky.” He said contemptuously, throwing her a towel along with some fresh clothes, before practically dumping her inside the bathroom.
She was going to protest until she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was grey, covered in dust and her dress, hands, and legs stained dark red from the dried blood. She looked like she stepped out of a horror movie, except the horror was real.
Now that she scrubbed herself clean in the shower, she felt a bit calmer than before. Though still sporting hollowed cheeks and dark circles from the lack of food and sleep in the previous few days, she looked a bit more like herself.
She stared at the clothes sitting on top of the vanity. A black t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She didn’t realize earlier, but neither of the items was for women and, judging by their size, they probably belonged to Shaw. She didn’t want to put them on. Wearing a man’s clothes denotes some kind of intimacy between them. She didn’t want that intimacy.
Picking up her dress, she contemplated putting it back on, but the bloodstains and the ripped holes reminded her too much of the earlier carnage.
Sighing, she discarded the dress into the garbage and reluctantly put on Shaw’s t-shirt and shorts.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Shaw looked up from his phone and immediately burst out in laughter.
Yui stared daggers at him. Of course, she knew how ridiculous she looked in his clothes. His fitted t-shirt engulfed her, its neckline so wide one side almost fell off her shoulder and its helm reaching her mid-thighs. The shorts, luckily, had a string to tie around its waist to prevent it from falling off her hips, but it wore so long on her that they covered her knees.
A red object flew towards her. Yui barely had time to reflexively hold out her hands to catch it before it hit her face.
A can of Coca Cola.
“Drink.” He jerked his chin towards it before he took a sip from his own glass while standing in the kitchen.
Yui had a feeling he was drinking his favorite Coca Cola mixed with Pepsi again. She tried it before but didn't see the appeal. It tasted just like Coke.
Shaw’s workshop was more like a studio apartment than anything, fully equipped with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bed, a sofa, and a TV. The only thing that made it a workshop was the large table in one corner with a computer and some machinery that she didn’t recognize.
She didn’t ask him what they were for; didn’t think she would want to know.
Walking over to the living area, she sat on the sofa against the graffitied wall. She was thankful that Shaw protected her, saving her from the horrendous scene of the explosion, but she was still uncomfortable with being so close to him. She wanted to put some distance between them.
Pulling out her phone, she checked the news. The incident dominated the headlines of multiple media outlets, but other than reporting the preliminary number of injuries and deaths still under investigation, no insights were revealed.
“There was a total of seven bombs,” Shaw said casually as he dug through a cupboard.
“Seven?” She exclaimed. Did more people get hurt or killed? Did Gavin get hurt?
“The NW took care of the rest. No further injuries.” He told her as if reading her mind.
Yui sighed in relief. She didn’t know how Shaw got his information, but having worked with him for over half a year, she knew she could trust the integrity of it. Still, she worried about Gavin.
Gavin was built to protect. Even if he was physically unharmed, he would surely blame himself for not being able to prevent so many innocents from injury and death. In the past, she was able to stay by his side to share his burden, but now, he was alone, by himself.
She was so deep in thought when Shaw suddenly plopped down on the other side of the sofa that she almost jumped.
“They timed it for maximum casualties. Hard to say if they had a specific person in mind as their target though.” Compared to the seriousness of the issue discussed, his tone was casual, almost relaxed. But the dangerous glint in his eyes made her wonder if, deep inside, he was just as upset about the bombing as she was.
“Who would have done something like that?” She continued the conversation while attempting to move away from him discreetly, trying to put some distance between them.
He frowned at her action as he quickly reached out to grab her, his long fingers encircled her delicate wrist. “What are you backing up for?”
“Let go! What are you trying to do?” Yui yelled, turning her wrist the way Gavin taught her when they did the self-defense shoot.
Knowing exactly what she was trying to do, Shaw easily diffused her movements. Her wrists remained firmly in his grasp.
“Trying to patch you up.” He chuckled amusingly. “What did you think I was going to do?”
“Huh?” It was only then that she noticed the first aid kit he laid out on the coffee table and the tweezer he was holding with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball at the end. She felt awkward for overreacting, but considering what had happened between them only a few days ago, she was hardly to blame. “I… I can do it myself.”
“Stop struggling.” He held on tighter without hurting her, that amused smile still plastered on his face. “It’s not like you can break away anyway.”
Yui was still not quite comfortable with his proximity but knew he spoke the truth. If the self-defense moves Gavin taught her didn’t work on Shaw, she had no chance of getting away from him. Giving up, she sighed and let him treat the cuts on her hand and forearm.
It stung a bit when he applied the alcohol to her wound, but she could feel that he was taking care not to hurt her unnecessarily.
She didn’t understand him. Shaw could be selfish. Often, he did whatever he wanted without the consideration of others, but at times like these, he was surprisingly gentle. She wondered if there was a side of him that she didn’t know or didn’t care to get to know before because she was so absorbed in her own grief of losing Gavin.
“Was it because of me not picking up the phone?” She asked softly after a long moment of staring at the lavender-colored hair on the top of his head.
“What was?”
“The information I got from working in the amusement park. It didn’t specify the location, no?” Her fingers unconsciously curled to hold on to his, stopping him from applying antiseptic cream on her wounds. “You were calling me to try to get me back in there to get that information, no?”
Yui could feel his hands froze for a moment before he lifted his head to stare straight into her eyes. Those amber eyes seemed to be able to look right through her. She felt naked with all her vulnerabilities exposed under his gaze, but she refused to look away. The questions had been eating away at her since she was at the scene of the explosion. She needed to know.
Instead of a straight answer, she got a flick on her forehead.
“Ouch! What did you do that for?” Rubbing her forehead, she complained.
“For being dumb,” Shaw took her wrist again, pulling her hand back down before wrapping gauze around her injured hands. “Haven’t I told you I have other informants?”
“But I was the one who got the original information. It would have been easier if I got back in than to send someone else to start all over again.”
“Guess you really didn’t notice him.”
“Him? You mean you sent more than just me there?”
“You think I’d send you in by yourself?” He arched his broken eyebrow and gave her a look that screamed “duh”.
Yui frowned. She wasn’t sure if he meant that he wouldn’t send her in by herself because it was an important mission and he didn’t want to risk her messing it up or whether he thought it was dangerous and wanted her to have back up.
She decided it was probably a bit of both.
“Then why were you calling me?”
“To get you back in, of course.” He said matter-of-factly.
This conversation was going nowhere and was giving her a headache. There was no point in asking him about whether she played a part in the inability to prevent the bombing. He wasn’t about to give her a straight answer. Besides, what kind of an answer was she fishing for anyway?
Did she want him to tell her that there was no chance of changing today’s outcome even if she had picked up the phone and went back to the amusement park in an attempt to collect more information?
Or did she simply want him to confirm that by not answering her phone, she lost any chance of preventing all the injuries and deaths today?
What good would either answer do?
The truth was that ever since she came to this dimension, she was so overwhelmed by the grief of losing Gavin that the only thing she could think about was how to make him regain the memory of her again. That had been her one and only goal - her sole focus - and because of that she lived in her own bubble. She was detached and uncaring of what was happening in the world.
She hadn’t been the compassionate person who fought for justice alongside Gavin. The old her would have investigated as soon as she saw the list of chemicals in the data she stole, but she had been so wrapped up in her own turmoil that she didn’t even give it a second thought of what they might be used for.
Annoyed and disappointed at herself for letting despair overwhelm her to the point of losing sight of what was important, Yui raised her hand wanting to shove it through her hair in frustration, when, belatedly, she realized they were bound together. Shaw had wrapped the bandage around her wrists while she was being distracted by her self-loathing.
“Untie me!” She demanded.
“Nope.” He chuckled as he reached under her knees and yanked her calves up to rest on his thighs.
“This is not funny!”
“The more you struggle, the longer this is going to take. So, be a good girl and let me finish.” He said as he began to roll up her shorts to reveal her scratched up knees. “And, yes. It is funny.”
As she contemplated whether she should kick that annoying smirk off his face, she suddenly realized that he might have done this for a purpose beyond his own amusement.
Of course, he was amused by it, but was it truly a coincidence that he did it while she was in the middle of self-loathing? Could it be that he did it to snap her out of it?
She snuck a peek at him. Although he still held that stupid smirk on his face, he was concentrating on treating her scraped knee. There was no telling whether she was right in her guess.
Either way, she was thankful for the distraction.
There was no point in beating herself up for what she didn’t do. Instead, she needed to get her act together moving forward.
There were clearly bigger issues at play in this dimension than her own. While she wouldn’t give up on her pursuit of righting the memories of those around her, she shouldn’t remain a bystander anymore.
She would work to help and protect innocents as much as she could from now on, just like she did with Gavin in the past. She couldn’t let herself be overwhelmed by her own despair to the point where she lost sight of what was important anymore.
“I won’t ignore your calls anymore,” she told him resolutely.
Shaw didn’t look at her, but his thin lips curved into an approving smile.
True to his word, it didn’t take long for Shaw to finish treating the wounds on her legs. She moved her legs off of him and held out her wrists so that he could untie her. To her surprise, he complied without making a fuss.
It wasn’t until he stood up to go put the first aid kit back that Yui noticed it. There was a huge gash on the back of his leather jacket at his right shoulder blade.
“Wait!” She instinctively grabbed his sleeve to halt him from leaving. “Are you injured?”
“Huh?” He turned his head to see where she was looking and shrugged. “It’s probably just a scratch.”
“Take off your jacket. Let me see.” She wouldn’t believe him unless she saw for herself. She had been with Gavin long enough to know that men had a tendency to try to downplay these things.
“Oh, so impatient to see me naked?” He teased, putting on an overly exaggerated flirtatious expression.
“Not funny,” Yui said in a stern manner. This might have been an acceptable joke before, but considering their current relationship, she was in no mood for it.
Perhaps he too realized his joke was inappropriate, Shaw obeyed without any further teasing. A large area with dark red bloodstain was revealed once he took off his jacket.
“I knew it.” Gasping at the sight, she gently pulled him to sit back on the sofa.
As he peeled his bloodstained tops off, the long angry gash appeared in front of her. The cut extended from the mid-shoulder blade up and ran the length of her hand. She couldn’t see how deep it was since it was mostly covered in dried blood now, but he must have torn it open just now as small drops of blood began to trickle down his back.
“You need stitches for this.” She frowned.
Shaw fished his phone out of his pocket, reached back and took a photo of his injury. He took a brief moment to look at the picture and declared, “It’s just a scratch.”
Yui looked at him disapprovingly. She wanted to drag him to the doctor to get it properly treated, but the way he dismissed it reminded her too much of Gavin. There was no convincing Gavin to go to the doctors when he thought the injury was minor, she had a feeling that Shaw would be the same.
Sighing for the nth time today, she gave up on the thought of arguing with him and instead told him to stay put.
She was well aware of his eyes focusing on her as she got up to head to the bathroom. He was probably unsure what she planned to do until she came back out with a wet towel and sat behind him.
Gently, she pressed the towel against his wound.
“What are you doing?”
“Returning the favor.” With careful hands, she wiped the dried blood off him. “I’ll patch you up.”
Twisting around, he looked at her with his eyebrows raised. It was almost as if she said something he had never heard before and it amused him. It was strange. She expected him to question her first aid ability instead.
“Turn around. Stop looking at me.” She ordered as she grabbed the first aid kit from his hands.
She had seen him fight other evolvers before. Unlike Gavin, who always held back and refrained from unnecessarily injuring his opponents, Shaw’s victories were always overwhelming. So, she was surprised to see his first aid kit so well-stocked.
She couldn’t help but wonder if he had to bandage his own wounds more often than she previously thought.
The gash on his shoulder looked even more gruesome once she cleaned off the dried blood and dirt covering it. The skin had split open, revealing dark pink flesh. While the bleeding had mostly stopped, some blood was still trickling out from the parts with a deeper cut.
Carefully, Yui applied antiseptic onto the open wound, her face scrunched up. “Let me know if it hurts.”
Shaw reached back and pinched her cheek.
“Hey! What was that for?” Protesting, she pushed away his hand and rubbed her slightly reddened cheek with the back of her hand.
“You were making a stupid face.” He chuckled; eyes full of amusement. “Hey, I’m the injured one here. Why are you the one making the face?”
“But it looks so painful!”
“This? It’s nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders. The movement stretched the skin around his wound, restarting a trickle of blood from it again.
“Stop moving!” She glared at him for a moment before putting more antiseptic on him and leaning in to gently blow on it to help it dry faster.
As she wasn’t responding further, he turned back around. He was about to reach for his phone to see if there were any more updates from his informants, when he heard her say, “Thank you for saving me.”
Her voice was soft, so soft that he almost didn’t hear her.
“Good that you realized.” His teasing started immediately again. “You were wiggling so hard I almost dropped you.”
She almost retorted, asking him who’s fault did he think it was? If it wasn’t because of what happened a few days ago, she probably wouldn’t have responded the same way.
She thought better of it, didn’t want to broach the subject. She would much rather put her head in the sand and pretend that night never happened and if she didn't talk about it, hopefully, Shaw wouldn’t either.
Although it still looked incredibly painful, his back now looked a lot less like a scene from a horror movie since she closed it with the wound mending kit.
Picking up the roll of gauze, she wrapped it around his shoulder several times before reaching around his broad chest, but soon realized she was sitting too far and her arms were too short to go all the way around him.
Reluctantly, she leaned in closer, then closer. By the time she was finally able to reach around and pass the gauze to her other hand, she was almost leaning directly on his back she could feel the heat emanating from his bare skin on her face.
“You turned into a tomato,” Shaw laughed when he saw her flushed face as she reached for the tape to secure the gauze in place.
As she taped the loose end of the wrap in place Yui glared at him, for the umpteenth time today, silently telling him to shut the hell up.
Completely ignoring her dirty look, he leaned close to her and whispered, “What were you thinking that got your face so red?”
Giving him yet another glare, she slowly tore off another short piece of tape. Looking him straight in the eyes, Yui smiled, then with an audible smack, slapped the tape over his infuriating smirk.
For a moment, Shaw paused in surprise, then, to Yui’s annoyance, his eyes lit up and he chuckled even louder.
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Chapter 21. / -late night motor ride to a motel/
Warning: smut🙈
Summary: exploring each other’s body, shower sex mixed with some fluff in the middle of nowhere in a motel.
5.01.'20
We set on the beach for a while in silence in each other's arms. We were both deep in our own thoughts and we just enjoyed each other's company without saying anything. Later we were on the bike again. We were in a really calm street, only a few cars were there where we stopped in a shop to buy some snacks and drinks, and continued our road. When I saw the motel neon sign I almost felt like I am in a movie and I got excited again. The lady who was in the office was probably around her sixties and she welcomed us with a huge smile on her face and she picked up the old book to check us in. She seemed super nice and looked excited to have us here. She probably doesn't have too many guests even though the place seemed quiet nice and had good vibes there. It looked exactly like the motels in american movies or music videos.
"You are such a nice couple, hope you enjoy your time here" said the lady and a light smile spread on my face while my hold tightened in Graysons hand.
"Thank you, have a great night" replied Grayson after he signed the paper, grabbed the keys and pulled me after him to our room's way. I jumped on his back with a loud laugh in the silent parking lot and I even tried to not scream too loud when he pretended to lean back and throw me down from him but still held my leg so I couldn't fell off.
" I am finally taller than you" I looked down at him when he sat me down to a metal box that was on the wall. I run my hand through his soft hair and pulled it a little to lift up his head so I could kiss him. First I just wanted to give a kiss on his lips, but I smiled to the kiss when I felt his tongue on my lower lip and let him deepin our kiss. He always did that, a small kiss on the lips was never enough for him and I adored it. Before our kiss could turn more passionate he tried to move away, but I bit his lower lip, and it made him groan into our kiss.
"Come on" I jumped off from the box and now I was the one who grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. " I can't open it if you do that " I giggled in front of our room's door what I tried to open, but he kept kissing and biting my neck and his hands were all over my waist and bum.
A few seconds later I finally was able to open the door. Our room was small, but quite cute. There was a big double bed with two nightstands, an old tv next to a dresser and a mirror and a door to the bathroom. Since both of our clothes were still wet from the ocean we started to took of the wet clothes a few minutes after we arrived.
" Can I wear that? I don't think you need it" I said when Grayson stepped to his bag and pulled out a shirt. There was a cheeky smile on my face while I asked it, I already liked being in his clothes and it was just a plus for me, if he needs to be shirtless the whole time because of it.
He shook his head with a light smile and reached the shirt to me, but when I grabbed it he didn't let it go, he pulled me closer to him with it. As soon as I was in his arms his lips touched mine, our kiss got deep and he sat on the bad and pulled me to his lap without even breaking the kiss.
" I don't think you need it either" he mumbled to my lips, and grabbed my t-shirt 's material and pulled it out from my jeans. I let him to remove it from me, I saw how his gaze moved down to me boobs that were covered in that cute lacy bra, but before he could enjoy the view too much I put his shirt on my body. I had to laugh how he frowned his brows to show me how much he hated it, but I just stood up from his lap and took off my wet jeans too since Grayson's shirt reached down to my thighs. In the mirror's reflection I saw how Grayson watched my movements as I tried to put my hair in a bun. I couldn't read in his mind but I could tell that in thoughts he was somewhere else and he totally zoned out.
" I am hungry " I said after I was done with my hair. " Can we order something to here?"
Lack of better Grayson called the lady in the reception who gave us a number to order pizza. While he was on the phone I put the snaks that we bought to the bed and opened some sweets.
"Catch it " I said and tried to throw a gummy bear to his mouth and laughed how the bears keep landed on his face and chest, but never in his mouth where I tried to throw them even if he leaned and tried to catch them.
" Try to aim" he grunted, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips as he looked at me.
" I'm trying"I said and laughed again when he clapped when the bear finally landed in his mouth. "Let's take pictures, I wanna remember these moments" I reached for his hand and pulled him to the mirror that was next to the door on the wall. I bit my lip as I looked at ourself in the mirror and he immediately hugged me from behind and held me tightly in his arms. He hid his face in my neck, while one of his hand was on my waist but the other one pulled up the shirt slightly on my stomach when I took the picture. I just laughed and shook my head when I checked it on my phone.
" Now take one for me too " he said so I stepped back in front of him and stared surprised at him when he tried to took off the shirt. That cheeky smile on his face made me give up pretty quickly and let him to remove it from my body. Now I blushed even more, so I gave the phone to him and turned my back to the mirror. Now Gray's hand moved down to my bum on the picture.
" Is it enough?" I asked and picked up the shirt from the ground. When I saw the smirk on his face I already knew he wanted something more, and this whole thing got way more heated and fun then I expected when we came here just to take some innocent pictures. "Hey " I laughed as his hand moved to my back to undo my bra. " You are crazy " I laughed and grabbed the phone from his hand to take the picture. Grayson stared at me for a few seconds in the mirror when I let the bra to fall off of me, but later he placed one of his hand on my waist, but the other moved up to my boobs to cover them. That picture was the sexiest and coolest thing that I've ever done. Grayson's hand gave my boobs the right amount of push up to look good in the picture and even though half of my face was covered by the phone, you could still tell how sexy and confident is that smile on my face, oh and Gray? He looked like a absolute goddess behind me with that deep gaze to the mirror.
" That's hot " I looked up at him after we checked the picture. " I keep this" I giggled.
"A-a, that's mine."
"Then take another one " I rolled my eyes. We could have just send the pictures to each other, but of course it was more exciting like this. Of course he was in too, so we went back to the position for the pictures. It was weird how comfortable I was in front of him half naked while his hands were on my boobs. I was his. " Okay now enough" I giggled.
"Now you have to help me out with this " he looked down to his boxer and when I moved down my eyes there too I saw how exciting our actions were for him and his grey sweatpants did nothing to cover how hard and big he was.
I bit my lip as I went to the bed, sat down on it and looked back at him with a defiant look. My heart beated so fast in my chest when he came closer and set down next to me. I sat on his lap and pushed him by his shoulders to his back meet the bed. His eyes sparkled and there was still a cheeky smile on his face as he looked up at me. I really would have love to admire him more, but instead of this I placed my lips on his for a hard kiss. First I just placed a long kiss on his lips, then I deepened it to make it more passionate. When I felt him getting more into it and his hands moved down to my ass I broke our kiss and moved lower and lower with my lips on him. I let tiny kisses first on his jawline and neck then on his chest and stomach. I looked up at his eyes for a moment and when I saw how turned on he already was I just wanted to do it more. I bit his soft skin on his stomach, that made him breath heavier while my hands moved to his pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help me remove his pants and boxer too. I was excited from this situation. It was new to me again but I wanted to make him feel good even if I was not one hundred percent sure what to do. My lips roomed down to his thigh first to press a few kisses here and there, closer and closer to his cock, till I grabbed it and licked it from the base to the top.
"Oh fuck " he sighed. His hands grabbed the sheet next to him when I started to move my head up and down first only slowly. As I looked up to his eyes he was way too hot to handle it. His hair was messy and he kept closing his eyes as I moved. When I started to move faster a deep groan left his lips that just made me more confident in my movements. He was so attractive how he parted his lips, his skin become sweaty and kept throwing his head back to the pillow. Compared to his size there was no way to put his dick entirely in my mouth, so I pumped the rest with my hands, while I caressed his thigh with my nails with my other hand. " Oh my god" he moaned and moved his hand to my hair and pushed my head down gently. Giving him what he wanted I took him down more almost on my throat and swallowed around it that made his whole body tense up for a moment so I repeated it again. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" he warned me that just motivated me to continue what I was doing. I pumped him harder and moved my head up and down a little faster too. His jaw clenched, his breathing got heavy and when I looked up to his eyes angelically he immediately came, that I swallowed and sit back down on my calf with a confident smile before I looked up at him.
The moment was disturbed by loud knocking on the door. I laughed quietly how fast he threw the blanket to himself, while I stood up, picked up the shirt from the floor and went to the door. It was the lady from the reception with our pizzas in her hand. The whole situation and timing was way too funny, even if I thought about the fact what if she comes five seconds earlier.
"Thank god she didn't come earlier " laughed Grayson, while he put on his boxer after I sat down next to him with the pizza boxes.
My growling stomach really showed me how hungry I was when I opened up the boxes. Grayson probably felt similar, because we ate in silent and just enjoyed that we finally has something normal to eat.
In the meantime my thoughts moved around, like always. As I looked back for the day I did things, that I never in my life before. I felt like I am not the same person as I was a few months ago, something changed. I am a lot more relaxed and I just tried to enjoy every moments in here without overthinking anything. The biggest surprise probably was Grayson, he was open for anything that I wanted to do. I think he never said no to anything that I came up with. Sometimes I feel like we are similar, like he is me in a men form. We have a similar humor, we interested in similar things and we love trying new and exciting things. Maybe the only difference is that he is a lot more ambitious, seems his goals more clear while I love living in the moment and not really worry about the future. It's kinda scary to see yourself in someone else and ask yourself where was he before? Then you realize probably that's why it never worked before with anyone else. Because they were just not him.
I took a big sigh when I layed back on the bed and held my stomach. I barely finished half of my pizza, while Grayson took his last slice from his to eat and just laughed at me.
" I can't eat more stop laughing " I giggled. I am that typical girl who loves to eat, but I can feel full with the tiniest portions.
After Grayson finished his pizza too I put away the boxes and let him close me in his arms while both of our attentions was on the tv. Gray took deep sighs as he switched between the programmes and I just laughed when he stopped on Spongebob. I think both of us were still children deep down. There is a saying, that I read before: the ones who god loves keeps children forever. Well it is sounds nice. I just enjoyed laying there in the middle of nowhere in a old motel room between his arms at two am while we watched a stupid cartoon and laughed on the jokes, that we probably already heard. I felt like everything's perfect, again.
"What are you doing?" I giggled when he kneed up on the bed and grabbed the back of my knees to pull me, so my back met with the mattress and made me spread my legs.
"I return the favor" he mumbled to my neck's sensitive skin and left soft kisses there.
I felt how my body tensed up then relaxed again because of his light touches and soft kisses. I bit my lip as I looked up to him when he removed his shirt from me and his eyes moved around on my body. Everytime he sees me naked his eyes darken and in those moments I feel like the hottest girl in the world. There is something in his gaze that makes fire in my body and boosts my confidence.
My thoughts got foggy quickly when his lips roomed from my neck to my boobs. He spoiled one with his hands while he moved around his tongue on the other. I closed my eyes and took big sighs and moved my hand to his soft hair and tried to switch of every thoughts in my head and just let him do whatever he waned to do with me.
" Everything on you is so beautiful and perfect for me" he mumbled to my skin and all I could do is giggle to his words. He looked up to my eyes with a light smile because of my reaction to his words and he moved up again to give me a long kiss on my lips. Before I could get into it he broke the kiss, moved lower again and I didn't even had time to think about anything because he already grabbed my thong and removed it. He laid down between my legs and tried to keep the eye contact with me after he spread my legs. I bit my lip, and really tried to not look away, I know he enjoyed that I am a bit tense and blushy because it was a new situation again for me. And I know he enjoyed it because he is the first ever who sees me like this and no one ever can took this away from him.
" Okay I feel like you stared enough, now you should do something" I said and he laughed on my sentence. I was sexualy frustrated. My whole body tingled and waited for him to do something since I gave him head and at this point I started to lose my patience.
"Are you excited, angel?" he grinned while I just rolled my eyes and took a deep sigh.
"I hate y..oh" I breathed when I felt Grayson's finger on me.
"Hm? What did you say?" he messed with me again, but all he got is a few quiet whimper. I bit my lip when I felt his hot breath on me and I started to lose my mind for him to finally do what I wanted. When his lips finally touched my pussy my lips let out a moan and grabbed the sheets next to me. Grayson lifted my legs by my knees to give him more space and sucked on my clit before his tongue started to play. My whole body relaxed for finally getting the feeling what I craved. As he got into a rhythm and looked up deep into my eyes I felt like my body grew weak. I whimpered and tried to move my hips for even more pleasure, but he placed his big hand on my stomach to push me down to the bed and keep me in place. Fuck, I loved when he controlled and dominated in bed. Nowhere else, but there.
" Oh god, Gray" I moaned when I started the feel the knot in my stomach and moved closer and closer to my orgasm. Grayson's groan sent vibrating feeling on my body, that caused my legs to shake, my muscles tensed up and moaned his name now even louder when I came. I closed my eyes tightly, my body flinched till it relaxed again with heavy breathings.
Grayson climbed up on my body with a confident smirk next to a few kisses on my body, till he hid his face in my neck and layed down on me, but still tried to keep his body weight on one arm to not crash me too much. My breathing was still fast from my intense orgasm but the soft kisses on my neck made me smile.
"You taste good, and you made me hard again" he mumbled to my skin and pressed his hips down to me to feel how hard he was again.
"Grayson " I giggled, while he just grinned and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to hide that moan that wanted to escape when he bit my lips and grabbed my bum to hold me close to his body as he grinded his hips against mine. " Do you wanna shower with me?" I asked. My voice was deeper than most of the time and sounded a lot more sexier. It was not a surprise how a light smile spreaded on his face while he stood up and reached for my hands to follow him.
As soon as we stepped into the bathroom he throw down his boxer and went to the shower to start the water and I just laughed on his excitement again. I quickly followed him too and looked up at him as I bit my lip while closed the shower certain behind me. It was a pretty small shower, so we already were close enough to feel his body warmth. Since he stood to the side to me I slowly placed my hands on his muscular arm and chressed the soft skin up to his shoulder, then I stepped closer to him to place a gentle kiss on it. A light smile spread on my face when I saw how he closed his eyes because of my touches and his chest grow from his big sigh he took. My body started to tingle even because of the way he looked, how he pushed back his wet hair or how the water drops played around on his wet and shiny skin. Before I could admire him even more my breath got caught in my throat as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to in front of him.
I felt like these moments were more intimate then any what I experienced with him before. The water splashed loudly on the floor while we stood in front of each other in silence and looked deep into each other's eyes. It was written on our faces how much we desired each other and how much we were obsessed with every single touches that the other person did.
As I stepped further a bit now the water reached me too. I tilted my head back, so the nice and warm water wet my hair, while Grayson took the opportunity and pressed his lips on my neck's sensitive skin. I tilted my head to the side to still give him space, and enjoyed with big sighs the kisses that turned to bitings and then hickeys. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and moved my hands to his chest, till his lips left my skin leaving a burning feeling. As he looked into my eyes again I tried to keep the eye contact a while, but then my gaze moved to his lips that I desired to be on mine. Moving closer to me his hands hugged my waist, he moved his face closer to mine, close enough to chress his nose against my heated up cheeks.
"You make me fucking crazy" he mumbled a few inches away from me and it started to feel like this is a torture at this point. All I could think about was his kiss but at the same time my stomach flipped because of his words.
"Kiss me, finally, please" I whispered. I could see how his brown eyes turned to darker colors again and he did what I asked, and placed his lips finally against mine. The kiss was already hard and passionate. As soon as his tongue met mine a sigh left my lips, and that sigh turned into a moan when he pressed my body against the cold tiles behind me and captured me with his large body. I crossed my arms around his neck and tried to move closer to his warm body then to the cold tiles, and as my boobs pressed against his chest he groaned to our kiss and made it even more hard and passionate.
His hands started to move around on my body. He touched every single one of my curve, grabbed hardly my ass till he placed both of his hands on my thigh. I needed to break or kiss to catch my breath when he lifted me up and his length pressed against my folds. Both of our chest moved up and down fast and we looked deeply into each other's eyes again. There was fire between us. I bit my lip again when I looked down and see him grabbing himself and placing his cock into my entrance.
"I wanna feel you so bad" he said when I gave him a confused look, and I tensed up when I felt him in me, moving deeper and deeper. He hid his face in my neck while he continued his movements. It was new, but amazing to feel him without anything between us. "Oh fuck, so tight and warm" he breathed to my ear. I enjoyed the full feeling with closed eyes. I felt on him that he is so tensed up, his breathing is heavier than anytime before and he tries to hold back his moans. He was only able to do it till he started to move back and forth. He hid his face still in my neck and I knew that's his technique to try to hold himself together. Unlike him I moaned loudly and tilted my head back to the cold tales from the feeling. I tried to hold him close with my legs around his waist while my arms moved around on his shoulders. He drove me crazy when his hands moved down to my ass and hold me close to him against every thrust. He was so deep in me and it felt like heaven.
"It feels so good " I breathed that he replied with a quiet moan and started to move even more faster. There was fire in my body, and I felt like I am in the clouds when the intense feeling overwhelmed me and the knot tightened in my stomach with every thrust.
"I know baby..fuck I know. You are so perfect" he said. I was already way too overwhelmed by his action and now from his words too. As I looked into his eyes my mouth shaped an o form when I felt him touching my clit and moving his finger there in a circular motion to give me even more pleasure. It was just too much to handle. My legs started to shake and I felt how I lost the control over my body. " Look at me" he said when I closed my eyes because of the intense feeling.
I looked deep into his eyes, his hips moved even faster, my breathing was messy and I couldn't hold back the loud moans that escaped from my lips. My orgasm was intense, I was not able to control myself I just enjoyed the feeling and how my body tensed up then relaxed and my legs shook around his body.
A few more thrust later he pulled out and I reached down quickly and jerked him fast that was enough for him to cum intensly. I felt how his whole body flinched and a deep groan left his lips.
A last moan left my lips when he pressed his lips on mine suddenly and clasped our hands next to my body on the tiles. His kiss was way too hard and passionate, I felt like a couldn't breath so surprisingly now I was the one who tried to make our kiss slower and softer. I felt him smiling into the kiss, and that smile grown even bigger when he moved away and looked into my eyes.
He placed his hands on the back of my knees when I left his waist with my legs and I smiled how gentle he was as he just slowly let me move down on the tiles till my feet touched the ground. I just couldn't held back the quiet giggle when he placed his hands around my body and pulled me in for a tight hug. In this moment for the first time in my life ever a thought come up to my head. I never in my life wanted to say I love you to anyone, and I never said it, but now this was the only thing that could describe the feeling that I felt. It scared me. Grayson just knew how to be passionate but cute to me at the same time. I felt like he is my friend and my love too. I was afraid from this thought, but I didn't wanted to hold it back anymore. No, I didn't said it out loud but I accepted it in me that he was able to tattoo his name to my heart and it's gonna be there forever.
-late night motor ride to a motel √
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Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)
Eleven:
Gently, Steve pressed a kiss to Ethan's temple. Usually he was able to tuck the little boy in, and briefly, he worried that Ethan would retreat into himself for Steve skipping it tonight. Steve hoped he wouldn't, but he had no say in if he did. After everything the little boy had been through in his short life, he was surprised he even managed to love as fiercely as he did. But he also knew that if his feelings were hurt, he retreated. He shut down. Just like he had earlier.
For good measure, Steve gave him another kiss.
Making sure that the night-light was on, Steve closed the door until it was cracked. Then, he quietly entered Jonas and Luke's room. On the top bunk, Luke was sound asleep. His mouth slightly open as quiet snores escaped. Steve reached up and covered Luke's exposed foot with the blue plaid comforter. When he spotted the thin, faded green baby blanket stretched along his chest and clutched in his hand, Steve smiled.
Although Luke was growing up, he would always be Steve's little man. And Steve could only find comfort in that. Sure, there was always that little voice in the back of his head that worried that once Luke could, he'd leave and never turn back. But Steve had to have faith. After all, Jonas and Katie didn't run off as soon as they could. Hell, they seemed to text Steve more now that they were living in dorms than they ever did living under his roof.
Noticing the abandoned clothes on the floor, Steve shook his head and picked them up. He didn't do it often, always wanting them to pick up after themselves, but his kids had a long, challenging day. So, Steve picked up the boxers, t-shirt, sweatshirt, and jeans. Going through the pockets on his way out of the room, Steve paused.
Grasping a folded up piece of paper, Steve removed it from the pocket. His curiosity getting the best of him, he flipped it open. Biting back his grin as he saw that it was a phone number. A Cassie's phone number. Steve wondered if that was the girl who had been driving.
Before he could leave with the note, he folded it back up and placed it on the desk. For a moment just looking over the room, making sure that there wasn't anything to trip over. Then, he exited the room and closed the door. Bundling the clothes into a ball, he carried them with him into Sophia's -- and now Wanda's -- room.
Heading for the laundry chute, he dumped the clothes while Bucky assured the teen, "If you need us, you come get us, okay? And if you can't make it downstairs, just go next door and say something into the baby monitor."
"Okay," Wanda tiredly sighed, resting her hands on her abdomen.
Bucky fixed the damp rag on her forehead and turned to leave the bedroom. Steve stepped up beside Sophia's bed, but took a moment to roll his eyes when Bucky winked at him.
Affectionately, Steve caressed the side of Sophia's face and leaned over to kiss her temple. Tiredly, her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced up at Steve. Sleep slurring her speech as she said, "Night, night, papa. Love you."
"I love you, too, sweetie," Steve said, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving her one more kiss.
Loosely tucking her comforter around her baby-chubby frame, Steve double checked that she had her bear. Not that she would've fallen asleep to begin with if she didn't, but Steve still liked to check.
On his way over to Wanda's bed, he pulled the average dish sponge from his back pocket and got down to his hands and knees. Sure enough, Barbie dozed on Luke's sponge. Steve shook his head, exasperated as he exchanged them. Using the empty middle bed to help push himself off the floor.
Finally reaching Wanda, he glanced at the bucket on the end table beside her bed and reminded her, "Don't be afraid if you need something, alright? Even if you just need to know how to work the TV."
Weakly, Wanda giggled and confirmed that she understood. Steve nodded at that and held back from giving her a kiss, like he did to his other kids. Giving her one more small smile, he turned and quietly left the room.
Joining Bucky in Holly's room, he found Bucky just watching her for a moment. Sitting on Katie's bed and just gazing adoringly at the ten month old. It made Steve's chest clench from being filled with so much love. It was moments with Ethan that afternoon, moments with Wanda, and moments like these, that reminded Steve how lucky he was. Reminded him why he wanted to do this to begin with.
Reaching into the crib, Steve caressed the round cheek and the red curls. Loving that baby so much that sometimes it hurt not having her right there with him. He tried to cherish every moment he could with her. Especially with him knowing just how fast kids grew.
Bucky stood from Katie's bed and wrapped his arms around Steve's waist. Pulling him flush to his front, Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to Steve's neck. Whispering, "C'mon. Let's go to bed."
Steve nodded and let Bucky lead him.
Once in their bedroom, the pair started stripping down to their boxers. Although Steve was exhausted from the day, he still dragged himself into the bathroom to go through his nightly routine. Bucky followed, and the pair settled in front of the double vanity.
Slipping the three rings on his left finger off, Steve placed them in the small ceramic pumpkin dish that Bucky made. As Steve grabbed his toothbrush, he watched Bucky's reflection as he pulled the circle pendant necklace over his neck. Their children's birthstones clinking around in the jostle. Easily visible as the colorful gems moved inside of the clear circle.
Brushing his teeth, he watched Bucky remove the black floral engraved wedding band from his finger and set both items of jewelry in the pumpkin. Grabbing his toothbrush, he took the toothpaste between the sinks and got to it. Occasionally, Bucky winked at Steve's reflection, and Steve rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the grin that was fighting to be seen despite him brushing his teeth.
After brushing his teeth, Steve grabbed the high school colors tie-dyed headband he permanently borrowed from Katie. Stretching the white, gray, and navy-blue elastic band around his head, he pulled it up so it pushed his hair off his face. Between the his and his sinks, Steve grabbed the cleanser for oily skin. Wetting his face, he rubbed the cream between his hands before bringing them up and lathering it on his face.
Sweetly, Bucky leaned over to press a kiss to the side of Steve's head before grabbing a headband himself to hold his own tousled hair back. As he grabbed the cleanser for sensitive skin, Steve asked, "How was work?"
Bucky sighed, focusing on washing his face, "Arnim has been riding my ass."
"Hot," Steve deadpanned, his reflection smirking when Bucky's looked over at him.
"He wants me to edit nine documents by Monday," Bucky sighed again, the corners of his lips tugging downward in a frown.
Bumping his hip along his husband's, Steve teased a smirk from him. But it wasn't enough. Steve hated when Bucky was stressed. The brunet deserved to always be smiling and filled with so much love that it came pouring out in sweet laughter. Not glaring at his reflection as he finished his nightly routine.
After rinsing and drying, and removing their headbands, the pair exited their bathroom. Pulling down the pastel-blue comforter, they climbed in with Bucky on the right and Steve to the left. Steve curled onto his side, facing the closet and bathroom. Behind him, Bucky leaned over and smothered the side of Steve's face with kisses until Steve laughed and pushed him off.
Luckily, Bucky didn't go too far because Steve pulled him back in for a loving kiss to his mouth. Around his lips, he told his husband, "I love you."
"Love you more," Bucky replied, giving him one more kiss before pulling back and laying on his side facing the curtained windows.
Getting comfortable, Steve laid there for a moment. Bucky's back was pressed against his, and Steve loved the warmth. But he couldn't fall asleep. Not with this heavy on his heart.
Worrying his lower lip, Steve quietly asked, "Buck?"
"Hmm," he tiredly hummed.
"Are you happy?"
"What?" Bucky rolled completely over to face Steve. Steve looked over his shoulder at his husband, and Bucky confirmed, "Of course, I'm happy. I've got the most caring and endearing and beaut--"
"I wasn't asking about if you're happy with me and the kids," Steve fondly rolled his eyes. Pushing himself up so he could press another kiss to Bucky's lips. Bucky's brows were furrowed and Steve clarified, "I meant, with your job. Are you happy with your career?"
Bucky shrugged, "When Arnim isn't such a pompous ass, I like it."
"And you're happy with it? You're happy being a specific writer --"
"Specifications writer," Bucky corrected.
"Whatever," Steve playfully rolled his eyes as he rolled onto his back. Bucky boxed Steve's head with his forearms and Steve stroked his hands down Bucky's naked sides, "But you're happy? Because I don't want you to feel like you have to work there? Me, the kids, we want you happy. And if that means going back to tutoring people and us moving into a studio apartment, we will."
"Oh geez," Bucky rolled his eyes at that, but dropped his forehead to Steve's. Making sure their gazes were locked, Bucky reassured, "I'm happy. I'm a very lucky man, and I couldn't be happier."
"Good," Steve smirked, "Now roll over, so I can cuddle you."
"So demanding," Bucky teased but climbed off Steve and laid down on his side. Steve didn't mind the joke though. Instead, he simply saddled up behind his husband and let the taller man be the little spoon. When they were settled, Bucky laced their hands together by their fingers, allowing them both to happily fall asleep.
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