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To Be Alone With You (Part Five)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, oh and more ANGST, Benedict and reader gets closer, reader is heartbroken, so much crying, talk of betrayal

Summary: Weeks after Anthony "dumped" you so he could be more serious in his courtship with your sister, you finally tell him that it is time that you both move on in an emotional confrontation.

I'm so sorry that it got so long. I hope that it's good given that I wrote this at like 12 am.

Song that I feel relates to it in a sense:

Illicit Affairs (Taylor Swift)

Tag List: @shealuna, @m-rae23, @littlepeanut03, @aellabridgerton, @sydney-m, @faatxma, @wildthoughtnananna, @uraesthete, @themadhattersqueen, @sydney-m, @theantiquehobbit, @theroyalmanatee ,@urfavnoirette , @budugu, @helen06dreamer, @galactict3a

The days passed. The days turned to weeks. The weeks turned into two months. Your days drug on as you prepared yourself for the next outing with your family. You faked a smile, beaming at the right time. Looking at your sisters, smiling and giggling over the hundreds of letters that Anthony wrote to Edwina.

You were staring out the window when you heard your name being called.

"Dear sister, have you read this new letter that Lord Bridgerton sent to me," Edwina beamed like a girl in love.

You turned your head to her, a small sad smile graced your face.

"No, I hadn't."

"I most certainly do not want to." Is what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell her how Anthony only makes those promises of love to you when you are both wrapped at the waist in the sheets of his bed.

Instead you tell her that you were overcome with sleep and preferred to go back to your bedroom. Standing up, you leave the room and put your hand over your mouth as a sob threatens to escape.

You sighed against the bedroom door when it closed and you let the tears fall. You sob right there on your bedroom floor, your dress creating a pool around you as you sank to the floor because your knees couldn't handle the weight of you standing.

You don't try to keep the tears in. You had been waiting to be alone to let them fall. You didn't understand why Anthony couldn't love you.

Why did it have to be you?

Why won't he end the courtship with your sister?

Why did you have to fall in love with him?

-----

The next few days carry the same thing. You smile. You nod. You pretend that you weren't silently dying inside because that is how you should be feeling. You should be happy when you see Anthony kiss Edwina's hand because that is her soon to be husband. He is respectful. He is a gentleman.

----

Your family arrives at the Featherington's house for the annual Featherington ball. Many families of the ton had arrived and were all gossiping to each other in small groups. When the Bridgertons walked in with the Sharmas, the entire room looked over in their direction. All of the Sharmas were there except for you. You had said that you were not feeling like going to the ball. When in fact you had to get ready in your dress that was going to be the best at the ball and you knew that.

You were getting your shoes on when you looked at the window. The night was set and you saw the carriage that waited for you. Stepping out of the house, your deep purple dress trailed behind you a bit. Your dress in the shape of a ball gown that had gems embedded in the fabric. Every time you moved, your dress sparkled. Your hair had one curl that laid gently against your collarbone.

----

Stepping inside the Featherington's home, the entire building went silent as they awaited your next move. Your gloved hands came to rest by your sides and you picked up your dress. You then took a step forward and soon the entire room opened itself up as you cast a smile that could blind anyone who looked too close.

Making your way to the lemonade stand, you bumped into Benedict and you gave him a smile as you looked up to him. You pat him on his arm and he smiles to you.

"You, Miss Sharma, look absolutely gorgeous. I need to have a talk with your Lady's Maid because you look," He said. "Like money doesn't know the price."

You smile and let out a laugh.

"You are too kind with your words, Ben." You set down your glass and then preceded to grab his arm. "Come. Come dance with me."

He leads you to the dance floor, holding your gloved hand. You get in line with everyone else and then preceded to dance. You hand was on his shoulder, his on your hip and holding your hand. You smile at him when he nearly bumps into someone, too busy looking into your eyes.

"Miss Sharma," He started. "I was wondering if you would be interested in another art session."

"As in the same as last time?" You giggle, raising an eyebrow.

"Not quite," He laughed. "I wanted to give you actual art lessons and perhaps actually finish the drawing that I was working on."

"I feel like that can be arranged," You laugh.

"And if anything happens like last time, I may have to marry you."

Your smile falls and you drop his hand.

'Miss Sharma?" You can barely hear him. Your heart was beating too loud.

"Have I said something to offend you?" He asked, confused.

"No, it is not you."

"I feel as though it was. I am terribly sorry for my words that have conflicted hurt onto you."

Just before you could reply, Anthony walked up and greeted his brother.

"I was not aware that you were escorting Miss Sharma to the dance floor," Anthony said. "After all she said that she wouldn't be attending tonight."

He finally turned to you and smiled. You didn't smile back. You eyes were dull. The light had faded from them when seeing Anthony.

"Good evening Lord Bridgerton," You bow quickly.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, Miss Sharma."

You looked at him and wondered if you should even react. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want to talk. But really, you did. You wanted to show him that you were perfectly fine without him.

"You look lovely tonight," he said. " Your dress is beautiful."

He was trying to get a reaction. He wanted to see you swoon for him. At least that is what you thought.

"You look decent." You don't look him in the eyes, knowing that you would fall back to where you started.

"Why thank you. Can I have a dance?"

You nod and you both go to the dance floor. Edwina, Kate and Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury all stand to watch.

Anthony takes your gloved hand and he placed your other hand onto his shoulder. He places his other on your hip and begins to move. His touch burns into your dress. You might as well have had nothing on with how warm his hands felt.

Your eyes are locked with his as you move. His eyes were so full of love and adoration that you almost had to look away. Your hand on his shoulder slides up to cup his neck as you both move along in the steps of the song. Your head comes to rest closer to his shoulder and you could feel his breathe fan over the loose curls on your neck. He brings his hand with yours to his chest and you can feel his heart beat.

When you look back in his eyes, it feels like it's just the two of you and no one else was here. It was the two of you and you would stay like this forever. His eyes told you everything you had whispered into the night together.

"I love you more than you will ever know."

---

"Don't they look like they are having fun?" Edwina asked. "I knew that if they spent time together that they would grow to like each other."

The other ladies looked at her.

"I do believe that they do make a good dancing couple," Lady Danbury said.

"A handsome dancing couple," Edwina agreed.

She soon left as Kate was left with the two women.

"Kate, tell me, has your sister always been terrible at hiding her feelings?" Lady Danbury said.

Kate looked confused.

"Her feelings about what?"

"It's more about who." She said as she turned Kate's head gently to the direction in which you were dancing with Anthony.

"Lord Bridgerton?" Kate asked.

"Indeed it seems that they have feelings for each other."

"Lady Danbury you believe that anyone around Lord Bridgerton is in love with him," Kate said.

"Not everyone. You are not."

"Well....no."

"Just keep an eye on them and see what I see," Lady Danbury said. "Now run along."

Kate left to find a glass of lemonade.

"Lady Bridgerton, your son is absolutely enthralled with that girl." Lady Danbury said with a knowing smirk.

"Miss Sharma and my son are not in love," Violet said. "They can't be. He is engaged to her sister."

They look back to you and Anthony. Your eyes seem to never leave each other. Both of your lips were parted slightly as you look like you can't see anything else but each other.

"The eyes can't tell a lie, Violet."

---

"I am sorry for how I left things between us," Anthony said.

"Why?"

"I didn't want things to end that way."

"But they did and now it's over. We are over."

"Over?"

You look at him for a second. You see a man who doesn't realize that he did this to the both of you.

"You ruined us when you decided to court my sister."

"I was courting her before I met you."

"Then you should have never gotten involved with me."

"I wasn't the only one who was involved," He said, pulling the two of you outside away from others. "You were also there in that lake when this all started. I asked you if it was okay and you said yes."

"I didn't know that-"

"You knew that you were betraying your sister and dishonoring yourself but you still did it so do not stand here and twist the blame onto me. I am not the only one who betrayed Edwina."

"You told me you loved me. You promised me that you loved me."

"And I never lied," He said, emotion slipping in. "You were..."

"Then why does it feel like a lie?" You started to feel emotional. "Why did you have to propose to my sister? Why did you have to make me love you?" You fall against him as you sob into his chest. Your hands ball up into fists and you slightly smack them against his chest.

"Why did you make me love you? You sob again. "Why am I not good enough for you to marry instead?"

"You are good enough. You are way too good." Anthony said as he holds you in his arms as your body shakes with sobs.

"What does she have that I don't?" You cry. "What makes you want her to marry her but not me?"

"I can't love her because she isn't you."

Your face is red with tears streaming down your face as you wipe your nose with the back of your handkerchief. You blankly stare at him with tears in your eyes.

"I love you. Can't you see that I'm doing all of this because I love you," Anthony said, desperation creeping into his voice.

"You love me and yet you are still going to marry my sister," You cry. "Someone you do not even love. Why can you not marry someone you love?"

"I have my reasons," He said, thinking of how his mother was after his father died.

"I need to stop loving you," You said.

"You....what?"

" I need to be free of the torment that you have inflicted onto me," You say, calming yourself down. "I need to be with someone else. I'm sorry."

"Wait-"

"Good night, Lord Bridgerton."

And you left the ball without looking back.

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[nikkisheep]

Ha! Hopefully he actually does just not marry Edwina since he clearly wants the reader instead. Also I think they are worried about being caught but in the moment they aren't thinking about the consequences of if they were to be caught because all throughout the story, the reader has tried to break the hold Anthony has over her but I don't think it's working lol.

To Be Alone With You (Part 4)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader (soon)

mentions of Benedict Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Warnings: cheating (Anthony is engaged to Edwina), SMUT!!!!!! oral (f), fingering, over stimulation, sexual tension, cursing, body worship, jealous Anthony, biting, angst at the end, hair pulling, breeding kink

I'M SO SORRY IT GOT TO BE SO LONG :)

Summary: Anthony finds out about your art session with Benedict and means to remind you who you belong to as you remind him who he chose to belong to.

Songs to listen to while reading: **= smut part, *=angst

**Amantes: Esme (song is in Spanish but is very soft and sets the mood)

**Take Me To Church: Hozier

**I Wanna Be Yours: Arctic Monkeys

**Shameless: Camila Cabello

**wRoNg: ZAYN

*The Great War: Taylor Swift

*Say Don't Go: Taylor Swift

Tag List: @shealuna, @m-rae23, @littlepeanut03, @aellabridgerton, @sydney-m, @faatxma, @wildthoughtnananna, @uraesthete, @themadhattersqueen, @sydney-m, @theantiquehobbit

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME

You watched the Lady's maids get you ready in front of a large mirror. When it came time for you to get your hair done, your best friend, Phoebe, ushered the other maids out. Phoebe was the daughter of your mother's Lady's maid. The two of you grew to be fast friends as you grew older. Phoebe hoping for marriage and you planning to find a man worthy of her.

"If you are not careful, the others will know what you and those two Bridgertons are up to," She said as she pulled your hair off your neck, revealing the bruises from your "art" session with the second son.

"Phoebe!" You gasp. "I told you that as you are my best friend, not for you to use it against me."

"Darling, I am not using it against you nor am I blaming you. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" She giggled as she put your hair in the tight bun that it needed to be in.

"I would rather not be in my position if I could help it," You said while looking down at your hands.

---

The Bridgerton house was covered in their signature baby blues. There were flowers, candles, and other decor everywhere to be seen. All the Bridgerton brothers were decked out in their fancy suits with those beautiful neck ties. Benedict's was a soft yellow and Anthony's was a dark blue. The others wore white.

Dressed in your family's dark purple color, your mother had the neck line deeper than what is normally accepted. You knew that she just wanted to help you find a man but the only man that you really wanted was one who was engaged to marry your sister.

Moving to the drink table, you grab a cup of water. You notice that nearly everyone else had chosen the lemonade. When you turned back around from the table to the ballroom, one Colin Bridgerton was making his way to you.

Giving a short bow, Colin moved to stand beside you.

"Do tell me, Miss Sharma, how have you enchanted my two idiot brothers?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face.

"Why, I do not have the slightest idea," You reply, hoping that he wouldn't pressure.

"See, I don't know if I can accept that answer, Miss Sharma," Colin said. "It seems that their eyes have not left you since you walked into the room."

With that he left your side, only for one Anthony Bridgerton to step into his place.

"Evening, Miss Sharma."

"Viscount Bridgerton." You nod.

"How have you been?"

"I've been fine, my Lord," You quip. "How has your engagement been?"

He looked at you with a flash of hurt at the sudden mention of his engagement to your sister.

"How was the art session with my brother?" He said with a jealous undertone in his voice.

"It was wonderful. I learned a lot. A lot that some men can't teach." You walked away at the end of your sentence as you moved to the dance floor with Anthony.

The way his eyes looked at you with such passion and desire at the same time nearly dizzied you as his left hand came to rest on your waist and his right holding yours. His warm skin melted through the soft white fabric of your glove and you could feel his warmth through your gown.

Your bodies moved in waves of motion as you stared into each other's eyes, mapping out every hue of color as though this will be the last chance you would see each other. After all, this will be your last chance to see Viscount Anthony Bridgerton unwed. The last chance to be with Anthony Bridgerton. Your Anthony.

"Your gown is exquisite, Miss Sharma." Anthony moves to turn you so your back is pressed against his chest, his arm holding yours across your chest. His lips near your ear so you are the only one to hear, his warm breath fans over your exposed neck and the top of your chest as it rises and falls with the sheer excitement and nervousness that came to being this close with the Viscount, your lover in the darkest nights.

"Thank you," You said. "You don't look to bad yourself, My lord. "

"Anthony," He said. "I have told you to call me Anthony."

"My lord, I have only called you that in private." You began to become flustered with the memories of your night meetings before his engagement.

"You seem to be flustered," He says as he pulls you closer as the music stops, his lips directly beside your ear. "Tell me, do you still think of me when you are with my brother?"

You pull back quickly with surprise. You go to say something, anything but you can't seem to find the words.

"It's okay, darling. My brother is a worthy lover, however, I must make you remember who you belong to." He says before squeezing your dress to walk away to greet a man by his mother.

---

You sit in your room, looking out the window at the small lake outside. The night reminds you of when you first let Anthony touch you.

His skin against yours in the cool water as he moved his lips against yours in fever as he wanted to consume your every thought and replace it with him. The way he picked you up out of the water and laid you on that dock. The way he ravaged you with hunger and lust as he picked you apart and put you back together with pleasure being his glue.

Your hands start to wander up and down your body as you remembered the ways that he touched you, making you feel immense pleasure that you had never known until that night. You shake the thoughts away from your mind as it started to thunder outside, signaling a thunderstorm was about to hit. Just as a loud crash of thunder clapped, a small thud against your window sounded so much louder in the howling wind and rain. You open the window to find Anthony Bridgerton soaked head to toe in water. His hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were stuck to his body. He waved you down and you went.

"Have you gone mad?" You whisper shout.

"Mad? No. In love with you? Yes." He smiles.

"You don't mean that, My lord."

"But I do."

"You made me believe you loved me only for you to propose to Edwina. My sister!"

"I never meant to actually fall in love with you!" He yelled, hands coming to be thrown up in the air.

"So it's my fault that you love me? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"No! Yes! I don't know how I fell in love with you." He stared at you as the rain continued to pour around you. "I just know why I love you. Let me show you how much I love you."

"What about Edwina?"

"What of Edwina?" He asked, confused at the even mere mention of her. As if the mention of his fiancee was left a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she wasn't a lovely girl, but because she wasn't you.

"What has happened between you two?" You tremble at the thought of the two of them doing the things that you have done together.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "Nothing has happened."

"Have you kissed her?"

"No."

"Have you held her body close to yours?"

"No."

"Has she been given the same pleasures that you once gave me?"

"You are the only one that I have ever wanted to be with that way in a long time. I do not care for Edwina that way. When I told you that I only feel this way about you at the lake, I meant it." He said, moving to grab your hands to pull you closer to him.

His brown eyes bored into yours as he scanned your face for any resistance. He pressed his body against yours as he bent his head down to press light kisses on your neck.

"I desire you so deeply I feel it in my bones."

"I believe that may be the cold and the rain."

-----

You lead him into the house, quietly to not wake anyone, and held his hand as he followed behind you up the stairs. As he stared at you with want, you lead him to your bedroom. He helped you run a warm bath as the two of you had been in the rain for the last hour.

You step closer to him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you pulled him down to you level and kissed his lips. He gasped at the chill of your lips which lead you to slipping your tongue inside his warm mouth. You moaned as your hands wandered his wet body and started to slip his waistcoat off his shoulders to reach his shirt. His own hands came up to start unbuttoned his shirt before you ultimately ripped it off him.

"I quite liked that shirt," he said with a smirk.

"I'll buy you a new one," You said as you unbuttoned his pants and stripped him bare before you.

Your hands came up and started to touch his body as he kissed you, removing your wet clothes for your body. The two of you laid in the tub as the warm water surrounded you both.

Your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head gave the two of you the feeling of closeness that you needed.

"I love you," he whispered into your hair.

"I know. I love you too."

You turned to kiss his lips and hold him close to you. Your tongues move together as if they were dancing, in secret promises of love and lust. Your hands explore each other's wet bodies as you lay in the warm water. Anthony's chest tickles your back lightly and you can't help but sigh at the thought of being like this forever.

----

Anthony dried you in the white fluffy towel and wrapped you up before grasping your face to kiss your lips once more. His kiss was slow, exploring your mouth as though it would be the last time, not knowing if there would ever be another time he could touch you like this, to taste you like this.

His arms came to pull you flush against his bare body as his hands caressed every inch of your skin, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin underneath his hands, to feel your warmth radiating from you.

He walks you back to your bed, never breaking the kiss until he pulls away long enough to gently push you back so you fell onto the mattress softly, swiftly landing on top of you, connecting your mouths once more. It felt like your air was stolen right out of your lungs and your body set aflame. Your legs spread to allow him to lay in between them as his hands ran down your sides as he kisses your thoughts and air away from you.

Anthony's scent filled your nose as you breathed him in. His touch washed any thought away as his lips ventured down to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly, making you sigh in content as you felt Anthony's tongue gently soothed over any bites that he left as he moved down your body.

Quiet whispers of "You're so beautiful" and "I love you" slipped into the night as Anthony kissed down your stomach and met your hips. Brown eyes met yours as he looked at you for permission. You nodded for him to continue and you closed your eyes as you awaited the blissful pleasure of his mouth on you but it never came.

"Words," His eyes said. "I want to hear you say it."

"Anthony, please! I need you!" You moan as you try to grind your hips into his face.

"I love you," was all he said before he held eye contact as his mouth opened and his tongue touched your pussy. His lips came to your clit as he closed his eyes at the sweet taste of you. He moaned softly into your cunt as you gripped his hair with one hand and the other, the bed sheet. Your hips rolled against his mouth as he pleasured you. You noticed that the bed was moving slightly as you opened your eyes and saw that he was staring at you as he ground his hips into the mattress to relieve himself some of the pressure that was torturing his cock.

"Oh my Lord!" You nearly shout as you clasp a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself.

"Do not bring my title into this bed," He grunted against your body.

You moaned at the sheer feeling of his fingers slipping into your hole, stretching you for the later events with his dick. He looked at your with admiration as he played your body like a violin. Anthony slipped from your hips as he moved himself to rest his face above yours.

"So beautiful."

"Anthony," You gasped into his mouth, panting to catch your breath.

"Does this feel good?"

You moan as his fingers brush your g-spot before curling there and massaging it.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" He smirked. "So pretty. My pretty girl."

"Anthony," You keen. Your stomach tightening. "Please."

"My sweet girl, you don't have to beg." He looked down at your soaked pussy. "Cum."

Your orgasm wracked through you as Anthony continued to finger you through it. Waves of pleasure washed over you as over stimulation started to set in.

"Anthony," You whine.

"One more."

His fingers sped up as his search for another orgasm from you became desperate.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "My good girl. Doing everything that I tell you. Thinking that she can just fuck my brother but look who has her now. Look at how good you are being for me."

Your back arches as you let out a moan and Anthony clasps a hand over your mouth to silent you. You cum once more before Anthony moves in between your legs once again to line himself up with your entrance.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He groaned as he sunk into you. "Gonna see you so full of me, going to be dripping me for days."

You groan as he starts slowly moving against your walls as you clamp down on him, slowing his movements even further.

"I want to feel you," You moan as your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull his weight on you. You hand goes to his hair and you gasp when he thrusts deeply.

"Oh, Anthony."

"Yes, moan my name. Forget my brother. Forget any other man but me. I am the one making you feel this good." He groans into your neck as he starts to pick up pace.

"Only you, Anthony," You moan, back arching off the bed and your hips rising to meet his. "Only you make me feel this good."

His lips find yours and swallows your loud moans, keeping them for himself and only him. His hips move faster as he starts to get near his release. His thumb moves to your clit and starts to circle it as he kisses your neck and move down to your breasts, sucking softly.

"So beautiful," He moaned. "My pretty girl."

Your orgasm hit you like a train and you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, earning a hiss from Anthony as he moved over you quickly, jack-hammering into you, trying to reach his end. You hands pull at his hair and his lips find yours.

His warmth spills inside you, your eyes rolling back as you feel him fill you completely. He falls on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You look at him in the soft moon light shining from your window. The rain was still coming down hard outside.

"I love you," You whisper.

He turns to look at you, smiling at your words.

"I love you too."

You smile before sliding closer to kiss his lips. His arms come around your body and pull you closer to his body so your legs tangled together.

"I wish we could be like this forever," You sigh, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.

"I know, I know." He sighed as he relaxed against you. "I wish it wasn't like the way it is."

You turn to look at him with a frown.

"When do you need to be back home before one of my sisters find us?"

"I can leave in about an hour," He said, looking into your eyes before kissing you softly.

"I can work with that," You smile before turning over to sleep against his chest.

"I love you, Miss Sharma."

----

You awoke with the other side of the bed cold. You turned over, hoping, wishing, that Anthony was still there. That he had chosen to stay, to risk being caught just so he could wake up next to you. You remember the feeling that you got when he used "Miss Sharma" rather than your name when he told you that he loved you. It was too vague for your liking. There were three "Miss Sharmas'." You sigh before getting up to start your day.

You look at his side and realize that there was a letter on your bedside table.

My Dearest, Miss Sharma

I awoke with a perplexed train of thought as I watched you blissfully sleep. I love you as deeply as the deepest parts of the oceans and even further than that. I wish there was a way for me to sleep in the same bed as you. To stay in the same home with you, to hold your love as close as I can until it was the only thing that I knew. I wish there were a way for me to undo everything that I gave done. I struggle with words compared to Benedict which on the subject of Ben, I give you my full permission to pursue him. Just because you can not find the happiness that you deserve with me, does not mean that my dear brother can not full fill that void that I have caused to be created in your soul.

I love you, Miss Sharma. How I wish I were able to say, "I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton. My viscountess." Perhaps in a different reality were I didn't propose to your sister, it would be you who I am marrying. Someone that I truly love despite that being everything I did not want when I was looking for a bride.

Yours true and with my deepest love,

A.B.

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[nikkisheep]

Hi, is part4 the last part or will there be more?

If this is for the series "To Be Alone With You", then no part 4 is not the last part. There will be more. I haven't decided on how many because I am still deciding if the reader will end up with Anthony and if so, there is so much character development that the reader could have. I also kinda want to play around with how the part 4 ended into the next part and how it will affect Anthony when he sees the reader taking his advice.

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[nikkisheep]

Hiiii! I can’t wait for part 4 of To Be Alone With You!!!! It’s getting so good!

It is up and I tagged you in it so it is easier to find.

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[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You (Part 4)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader (soon)

mentions of Benedict Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Warnings: cheating (Anthony is engaged to Edwina), SMUT!!!!!! oral (f), fingering, over stimulation, sexual tension, cursing, body worship, jealous Anthony, biting, angst at the end, hair pulling, breeding kink

I'M SO SORRY IT GOT TO BE SO LONG :)

Summary: Anthony finds out about your art session with Benedict and means to remind you who you belong to as you remind him who he chose to belong to.

Songs to listen to while reading: **= smut part, *=angst

**Amantes: Esme (song is in Spanish but is very soft and sets the mood)

**Take Me To Church: Hozier

**I Wanna Be Yours: Arctic Monkeys

**Shameless: Camila Cabello

**wRoNg: ZAYN

*The Great War: Taylor Swift

*Say Don't Go: Taylor Swift

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You watched the Lady's maids get you ready in front of a large mirror. When it came time for you to get your hair done, your best friend, Phoebe, ushered the other maids out. Phoebe was the daughter of your mother's Lady's maid. The two of you grew to be fast friends as you grew older. Phoebe hoping for marriage and you planning to find a man worthy of her.

"If you are not careful, the others will know what you and those two Bridgertons are up to," She said as she pulled your hair off your neck, revealing the bruises from your "art" session with the second son.

"Phoebe!" You gasp. "I told you that as you are my best friend, not for you to use it against me."

"Darling, I am not using it against you nor am I blaming you. Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" She giggled as she put your hair in the tight bun that it needed to be in.

"I would rather not be in my position if I could help it," You said while looking down at your hands.

---

The Bridgerton house was covered in their signature baby blues. There were flowers, candles, and other decor everywhere to be seen. All the Bridgerton brothers were decked out in their fancy suits with those beautiful neck ties. Benedict's was a soft yellow and Anthony's was a dark blue. The others wore white.

Dressed in your family's dark purple color, your mother had the neck line deeper than what is normally accepted. You knew that she just wanted to help you find a man but the only man that you really wanted was one who was engaged to marry your sister.

Moving to the drink table, you grab a cup of water. You notice that nearly everyone else had chosen the lemonade. When you turned back around from the table to the ballroom, one Colin Bridgerton was making his way to you.

Giving a short bow, Colin moved to stand beside you.

"Do tell me, Miss Sharma, how have you enchanted my two idiot brothers?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face.

"Why, I do not have the slightest idea," You reply, hoping that he wouldn't pressure.

"See, I don't know if I can accept that answer, Miss Sharma," Colin said. "It seems that their eyes have not left you since you walked into the room."

With that he left your side, only for one Anthony Bridgerton to step into his place.

"Evening, Miss Sharma."

"Viscount Bridgerton." You nod.

"How have you been?"

"I've been fine, my Lord," You quip. "How has your engagement been?"

He looked at you with a flash of hurt at the sudden mention of his engagement to your sister.

"How was the art session with my brother?" He said with a jealous undertone in his voice.

"It was wonderful. I learned a lot. A lot that some men can't teach." You walked away at the end of your sentence as you moved to the dance floor with Anthony.

The way his eyes looked at you with such passion and desire at the same time nearly dizzied you as his left hand came to rest on your waist and his right holding yours. His warm skin melted through the soft white fabric of your glove and you could feel his warmth through your gown.

Your bodies moved in waves of motion as you stared into each other's eyes, mapping out every hue of color as though this will be the last chance you would see each other. After all, this will be your last chance to see Viscount Anthony Bridgerton unwed. The last chance to be with Anthony Bridgerton. Your Anthony.

"Your gown is exquisite, Miss Sharma." Anthony moves to turn you so your back is pressed against his chest, his arm holding yours across your chest. His lips near your ear so you are the only one to hear, his warm breath fans over your exposed neck and the top of your chest as it rises and falls with the sheer excitement and nervousness that came to being this close with the Viscount, your lover in the darkest nights.

"Thank you," You said. "You don't look to bad yourself, My lord. "

"Anthony," He said. "I have told you to call me Anthony."

"My lord, I have only called you that in private." You began to become flustered with the memories of your night meetings before his engagement.

"You seem to be flustered," He says as he pulls you closer as the music stops, his lips directly beside your ear. "Tell me, do you still think of me when you are with my brother?"

You pull back quickly with surprise. You go to say something, anything but you can't seem to find the words.

"It's okay, darling. My brother is a worthy lover, however, I must make you remember who you belong to." He says before squeezing your dress to walk away to greet a man by his mother.

---

You sit in your room, looking out the window at the small lake outside. The night reminds you of when you first let Anthony touch you.

His skin against yours in the cool water as he moved his lips against yours in fever as he wanted to consume your every thought and replace it with him. The way he picked you up out of the water and laid you on that dock. The way he ravaged you with hunger and lust as he picked you apart and put you back together with pleasure being his glue.

Your hands start to wander up and down your body as you remembered the ways that he touched you, making you feel immense pleasure that you had never known until that night. You shake the thoughts away from your mind as it started to thunder outside, signaling a thunderstorm was about to hit. Just as a loud crash of thunder clapped, a small thud against your window sounded so much louder in the howling wind and rain. You open the window to find Anthony Bridgerton soaked head to toe in water. His hair was stuck to his face and his clothes were stuck to his body. He waved you down and you went.

"Have you gone mad?" You whisper shout.

"Mad? No. In love with you? Yes." He smiles.

"You don't mean that, My lord."

"But I do."

"You made me believe you loved me only for you to propose to Edwina. My sister!"

"I never meant to actually fall in love with you!" He yelled, hands coming to be thrown up in the air.

"So it's my fault that you love me? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

"No! Yes! I don't know how I fell in love with you." He stared at you as the rain continued to pour around you. "I just know why I love you. Let me show you how much I love you."

"What about Edwina?"

"What of Edwina?" He asked, confused at the even mere mention of her. As if the mention of his fiancee was left a bad taste in his mouth. Not that she wasn't a lovely girl, but because she wasn't you.

"What has happened between you two?" You tremble at the thought of the two of them doing the things that you have done together.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked. "Nothing has happened."

"Have you kissed her?"

"No."

"Have you held her body close to yours?"

"No."

"Has she been given the same pleasures that you once gave me?"

"You are the only one that I have ever wanted to be with that way in a long time. I do not care for Edwina that way. When I told you that I only feel this way about you at the lake, I meant it." He said, moving to grab your hands to pull you closer to him.

His brown eyes bored into yours as he scanned your face for any resistance. He pressed his body against yours as he bent his head down to press light kisses on your neck.

"I desire you so deeply I feel it in my bones."

"I believe that may be the cold and the rain."

-----

You lead him into the house, quietly to not wake anyone, and held his hand as he followed behind you up the stairs. As he stared at you with want, you lead him to your bedroom. He helped you run a warm bath as the two of you had been in the rain for the last hour.

You step closer to him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you pulled him down to you level and kissed his lips. He gasped at the chill of your lips which lead you to slipping your tongue inside his warm mouth. You moaned as your hands wandered his wet body and started to slip his waistcoat off his shoulders to reach his shirt. His own hands came up to start unbuttoned his shirt before you ultimately ripped it off him.

"I quite liked that shirt," he said with a smirk.

"I'll buy you a new one," You said as you unbuttoned his pants and stripped him bare before you.

Your hands came up and started to touch his body as he kissed you, removing your wet clothes for your body. The two of you laid in the tub as the warm water surrounded you both.

Your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head gave the two of you the feeling of closeness that you needed.

"I love you," he whispered into your hair.

"I know. I love you too."

You turned to kiss his lips and hold him close to you. Your tongues move together as if they were dancing, in secret promises of love and lust. Your hands explore each other's wet bodies as you lay in the warm water. Anthony's chest tickles your back lightly and you can't help but sigh at the thought of being like this forever.

----

Anthony dried you in the white fluffy towel and wrapped you up before grasping your face to kiss your lips once more. His kiss was slow, exploring your mouth as though it would be the last time, not knowing if there would ever be another time he could touch you like this, to taste you like this.

His arms came to pull you flush against his bare body as his hands caressed every inch of your skin, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin underneath his hands, to feel your warmth radiating from you.

He walks you back to your bed, never breaking the kiss until he pulls away long enough to gently push you back so you fell onto the mattress softly, swiftly landing on top of you, connecting your mouths once more. It felt like your air was stolen right out of your lungs and your body set aflame. Your legs spread to allow him to lay in between them as his hands ran down your sides as he kisses your thoughts and air away from you.

Anthony's scent filled your nose as you breathed him in. His touch washed any thought away as his lips ventured down to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly, making you sigh in content as you felt Anthony's tongue gently soothed over any bites that he left as he moved down your body.

Quiet whispers of "You're so beautiful" and "I love you" slipped into the night as Anthony kissed down your stomach and met your hips. Brown eyes met yours as he looked at you for permission. You nodded for him to continue and you closed your eyes as you awaited the blissful pleasure of his mouth on you but it never came.

"Words," His eyes said. "I want to hear you say it."

"Anthony, please! I need you!" You moan as you try to grind your hips into his face.

"I love you," was all he said before he held eye contact as his mouth opened and his tongue touched your pussy. His lips came to your clit as he closed his eyes at the sweet taste of you. He moaned softly into your cunt as you gripped his hair with one hand and the other, the bed sheet. Your hips rolled against his mouth as he pleasured you. You noticed that the bed was moving slightly as you opened your eyes and saw that he was staring at you as he ground his hips into the mattress to relieve himself some of the pressure that was torturing his cock.

"Oh my Lord!" You nearly shout as you clasp a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself.

"Do not bring my title into this bed," He grunted against your body.

You moaned at the sheer feeling of his fingers slipping into your hole, stretching you for the later events with his dick. He looked at your with admiration as he played your body like a violin. Anthony slipped from your hips as he moved himself to rest his face above yours.

"So beautiful."

"Anthony," You gasped into his mouth, panting to catch your breath.

"Does this feel good?"

You moan as his fingers brush your g-spot before curling there and massaging it.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" He smirked. "So pretty. My pretty girl."

"Anthony," You keen. Your stomach tightening. "Please."

"My sweet girl, you don't have to beg." He looked down at your soaked pussy. "Cum."

Your orgasm wracked through you as Anthony continued to finger you through it. Waves of pleasure washed over you as over stimulation started to set in.

"Anthony," You whine.

"One more."

His fingers sped up as his search for another orgasm from you became desperate.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "My good girl. Doing everything that I tell you. Thinking that she can just fuck my brother but look who has her now. Look at how good you are being for me."

Your back arches as you let out a moan and Anthony clasps a hand over your mouth to silent you. You cum once more before Anthony moves in between your legs once again to line himself up with your entrance.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He groaned as he sunk into you. "Gonna see you so full of me, going to be dripping me for days."

You groan as he starts slowly moving against your walls as you clamp down on him, slowing his movements even further.

"I want to feel you," You moan as your arms wrap around his shoulders and pull his weight on you. You hand goes to his hair and you gasp when he thrusts deeply.

"Oh, Anthony."

"Yes, moan my name. Forget my brother. Forget any other man but me. I am the one making you feel this good." He groans into your neck as he starts to pick up pace.

"Only you, Anthony," You moan, back arching off the bed and your hips rising to meet his. "Only you make me feel this good."

His lips find yours and swallows your loud moans, keeping them for himself and only him. His hips move faster as he starts to get near his release. His thumb moves to your clit and starts to circle it as he kisses your neck and move down to your breasts, sucking softly.

"So beautiful," He moaned. "My pretty girl."

Your orgasm hit you like a train and you bite down where his shoulder meets his neck, earning a hiss from Anthony as he moved over you quickly, jack-hammering into you, trying to reach his end. You hands pull at his hair and his lips find yours.

His warmth spills inside you, your eyes rolling back as you feel him fill you completely. He falls on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You look at him in the soft moon light shining from your window. The rain was still coming down hard outside.

"I love you," You whisper.

He turns to look at you, smiling at your words.

"I love you too."

You smile before sliding closer to kiss his lips. His arms come around your body and pull you closer to his body so your legs tangled together.

"I wish we could be like this forever," You sigh, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.

"I know, I know." He sighed as he relaxed against you. "I wish it wasn't like the way it is."

You turn to look at him with a frown.

"When do you need to be back home before one of my sisters find us?"

"I can leave in about an hour," He said, looking into your eyes before kissing you softly.

"I can work with that," You smile before turning over to sleep against his chest.

"I love you, Miss Sharma."

----

You awoke with the other side of the bed cold. You turned over, hoping, wishing, that Anthony was still there. That he had chosen to stay, to risk being caught just so he could wake up next to you. You remember the feeling that you got when he used "Miss Sharma" rather than your name when he told you that he loved you. It was too vague for your liking. There were three "Miss Sharmas'." You sigh before getting up to start your day.

You look at his side and realize that there was a letter on your bedside table.

My Dearest, Miss Sharma

I awoke with a perplexed train of thought as I watched you blissfully sleep. I love you as deeply as the deepest parts of the oceans and even further than that. I wish there was a way for me to sleep in the same bed as you. To stay in the same home with you, to hold your love as close as I can until it was the only thing that I knew. I wish there were a way for me to undo everything that I gave done. I struggle with words compared to Benedict which on the subject of Ben, I give you my full permission to pursue him. Just because you can not find the happiness that you deserve with me, does not mean that my dear brother can not full fill that void that I have caused to be created in your soul.

I love you, Miss Sharma. How I wish I were able to say, "I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton. My viscountess." Perhaps in a different reality were I didn't propose to your sister, it would be you who I am marrying. Someone that I truly love despite that being everything I did not want when I was looking for a bride.

Yours true and with my deepest love,

A.B.

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Are you going to make a part3 if to be alone with you?

To Be Alone With You Part 3

Anthony Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Benedict Bridgerton x female!sharma!sister!reader

Warnings: Angst, smut, sexual tension, scandalous behavior, oral (f)

Summary: You can't have Anthony as he is betrothed to Edwina but his younger brother is slightly more inviting.

Tag List: @shealuna, @m-rae23, @littlepeanut03, @aellabridgerton, @sydney-m, @faatxma, @wildthoughtnananna

He is marrying your sister. He is engaged to your sister. He is to be her husband. You thought all of these things as you sat across from him, watching him make Edwina smile and laugh at a joke he said. You were fuming for some reason. Sure, he was the first man you ever laid with or kissed but he belonged to Edwina.

You turn to Benedict and smile shyly at him.

"Hello, how are you, Mr. Bridgerton?" You whispered.

"Please, call me Benedict," He said with a laugh, "I've been quite fine. How are you, Miss Sharma?"

You giggle slightly.

"Well, Ben, I have been swell. I have just been very lonely and I was thinking that I could accompany you to your art studio for a drawing?"

Anthony looked up from Edwina and watched you tilt your head back with a laugh and his lip twitched just slightly. He did not find your hand on Benedict at all the slightest of endearment. Benedict smiled and nodded. The two of you stood and left the room together to his studio.

---

"If you would, please lay like this." Benedict showed you how. You were completely clothed but every time the younger Bridgerton brother looked at you, it lit a flame in your belly.

"Like this?" You ask.

"Yes," He said breathlessly.

He moved to his canvas and started to sketch your figure but you felt the tension in the air. There was something that you wanted to do. Just to see how far he would be able to handle before he caved.

"Benedict," You start. He looked up to your eyes. "I feel as though it would be more accurate if I were to be wearing less."

He gulped quickly and nodded. "If that is what you wish."

You stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of him. You looked up at him, eyes locking as you press a hand on his chest. You spin around.

"Will you help me?" You felt him freeze behind you. You smile slightly at the thought of his hands on you. You needed to forget his brother and the fact that he was the one you really wanted. You needed to think realistically. Edwina was going to marry Anthony and you needed to find someone else as he had.

"Of course, Miss Sharma."

His hands froze in the air, slightly above your waist. Never touching. You reach back, head turning to look at him, and grabbed his wrists to place his hands on the corset. He shuddered and closed his eyes to breathe out deeply.

"Ben..."

"Do not rush me," He said with strain lacing his voice.

His hands move to pull the ribbons from the loops that they held the corset together by and you felt the dress loosening. The fabric of your dress loosened so it could slip from your shoulders and you shuddered at the sudden air on your bare skin.

"Do you wish for me to continue?" He asked, something that you never heard in his voice dripped from his tongue like honey.

"Yes," You whispered.

"Speak up, young lady. Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, Benedict."

He pulled the fabric away from your body and each inch revealed new skin to him. His hands glided over your supple skin as he slowly undressed you. The tension was suffocating. You couldn't breathe but you didn't want to. You wanted this. You need this. You need him.

Your hands reach up and pull your hair from the pin that held it up. Your hair fell down your shoulders in waves and Benedict was enchanted. He felt as if you were bewitching him. You felt so right in his hands. His project. His canvas.

He put his hands on your bare shoulder blades and pushed you slightly forward so he could crouch down to lift your feet from the fabric that puddled down on the floor.

He lifted one leg and perched it on his knee. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to it. He did the same with the other. He then stood up and ran his hand down your neck to push the hair from the area.

---

You moved back to the couch, breasts laying softly on your chest as it moved with each breath. You were not nervous at the way that Benedict was looking at you. He looked at you with a look of hunger. A look that his brother shared for you.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" You asked, watching his eyes struggle to look you in the eyes.

"No, just sit there and relax."

You did just that but you closed your eyes.

"Open those pleasing eyes for me, darling." He held the charcoal in his hand.

You opened your eyes and locked them with his. It felt like hours as he drew you, making sure to get every detail correct. Your breathing quickened every time his eyes ran down your body, memorizing every curve and line as if he will never see it again.

He stopped.

"Do I make you nervous, darling?" He smirked. He moved closer to you, stalking to you as you laid on the couch helplessly.

"No."

"Are you sure?" He smiled, bending down to be level with your face.

"Yes." You were in no way sure.

"Permission to touch you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," You practically moan.

---

He doesn't touch you where you were expecting. He wasn't like Anthony. He started at your neck. He ran his hands up and down it, pressing lightly at your sweet spot. He changed the different pressures. He moved his hands down to your breasts, your nipples to be more precise. He rubbed the pebbled bud in between his thumb and index finger. It made your pussy throb.

"If I were to touch you where I shouldn't, what would I find?" He tilted his head with a smile as he watched your body react to his touch. "Would you be soaked like a harlot to my touch or would you be a good, a true good girl and be cleanly dry?"

You looked at him when he gave a hard tug on your breast.

"Answer me, I asked a question."

"Wet, Mr. Bridgerton."

"It's sir." He corrected you as he moved to play with your other nipple.

"Yes, sir."

"Permission to put my mouth on you?"

"God yes," You cry as he places his tongue on your neck. Licking at the salty skin before moving to your collarbones to suck. He kisses your neck one last time before taking a breast into his awaiting mouth. Your back arches into him and your hands grab the back of his head to press him closer to your body.

Benedict picks you up to reposition your body to have your hips hanging off the couch and he knelt in between your spread legs. He looks at you and then licks a bold strip up your pussy.

You moan loudly as he moves his tongue against you. He made measured movements, licking at your sensitive clit before moving in circular motions. He added his thumb to your clit and his tongue dipped inside of you. He pressed and pressed his tongue against your g-spot and your legs shook on his shoulders.

"Look at me," he groaned into you. "Please look at me as I give you the pleasure you deserve and so desperately crave.''

You look down at him and his blue eyes stare back at you. He moves his mouth to take your clit into his mouth and he sucked it, hard. Your body arches and he places his arm to pin your hips down to the couch. He presses his face further into you, if that was possible, and his nose brushed against your core every time his jaw moved as he ate you like a starved man. Your moans began to become hard to contain as you held his head to you. You moaned his name as if it was the only thing you knew.

You felt your orgasm coming fast and you didn't have enough time to warn him as you climaxed on his face. He held your hips tighter as you rode your orgasm in waves. He kept licking and sucking at you. He kept going. He wouldn't stop. He made you have ripples of each orgasm that rolled over you. He made you feel boneless. As if you would just slide right off that couch if he let you go.

----

He grabbed your dress and helped you put it back on in a half-assed way. You both made a run to your bedroom and he held the door open when you went to close it.

"Come here," He whisper.

You moved to him, opening the door.

"Come by my room tomorrow after the ball."

You nodded.

His hands came up to your face, caressing your cheeks. He cupped your face and then leaned down to press his lips against yours for the first time. He hadn't kissed you at all during the art session you had. His lips were soft and warm as they moved against yours gently.

"I'll see you tomorrow tonight," He said before pressing a kiss one last time for the night to your lips. "Oh, and please, do not forget about coming to see me."

And with that he left with a smile on his lips. You turn into your room and can't stop smiling. You felt good. You felt excited but you could not help but remember your love for his older brother, your soon to be brother-in-law. You shake the thought away from you and fall asleep with a dreamy smile on your face.

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Kill Me Slowly

Dean Winchester x pregnant!wife!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, happy beginning, pregnant reader, death

Summary: You find out that Dean died and you don’t know how to react.

Words: 2,075

To be honest, I cried writing this and I will say, this is probably my saddest piece.

You danced around the bunker as Dean’s music blasted from the speakers. You were cleaning the library when you got bored and put on music so time would go by quicker. You sing loudly with the music as you dust the shelves, the books, the tables, the corners, everything you could think of. Getting finished with the library, you move on to the kitchen. You decide to make a pie and some burgers for the boys when they get back. You were nervous about them being gone without Castiel since his death but you trusted that they would be okay.

Mixing the pie crusts, you realized that I didn't have apples for the pie so you decided to run down to the supermarket to get some. I borrow the truck from the garage and drive to the store. There an older woman needed help with selecting apples.

“Ma’am, could you grab that apple for me?” She asked kindly.

“Of course, I actually need some myself.”

You help gather the apples for her and she turns to you to thank you.

“You know, my husband really likes apples and today would have been his 90th birthday,” she says sadly.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I actually am making a pie for my husband when he gets home from work,” You smile softly at her and she looks down to my belly.

“Oh, congrats. Is it a boy or a girl?” She gushes.

“We aren’t sure just yet but Dean, my husband, hopes it’s a girl. He says that he always wanted a daughter but I hope it’s a boy so he could be just like his father,” You smile as you look down at the growing baby bump that you had been trying to cover.

- - - - 

You come home to the bunker and go to the kitchen. Dean and Sam weren’t home just yet so you had a little bit more time before they were to walk through the door. You cut the apples and your belly growls so you get the peanut butter from the cabinet and dipped a few apple slices in to eat. You put on some music and danced along as you baked the pie and cooked the burgers. 

Your hands rubbed the seasoning deep into the meat as you heated the grill. You threw in some fries to be made fresh and you pulled the apple pie from the oven and smiled as the smell washed over you and the bunker. Once everything was ready, you jumped in the shower.

Thoughts of seeing Dean after so long flooded your mind and you smiled as you imagined the feeling of his skin against yours once more. You open his body wash and shampoo to use them. Dean always liked it when you smelt like him. It let him know that you were his. You run your hands up and down your body as you wash yourself and you relax into the hot water as your daydream of Dean continues. 

Getting dressed into a cute sundress, Dean picked it up when he was on a hunt about a month ago and thought it would be beautiful on you, and you headed to the kitchen and started making plates because you heard the Impala pull up into the garage. 

- - - -

Placing Dean’s pie on the table, you hear the door to the bunker open and footsteps begin to fall down the stairs. You gather up Dean’s plate to bring it to the table and you have a big smile on your face as you start walking to the table once again.

“Dean, I made your favorite. I figured that you would want a nice, hot apple pie for when you get ho-” You get interrupted when you round the corner when you only see Sam and his face is all red, with dark circles around his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. You stand there and then look around him for your dear husband.

“Oh Sam, you look horrible,” You sigh. “Where is Dean? Surely, he wouldn’t still be in the garage pulling out all the bags instead of greeting his wife?” 

You laughed softly, nervous.

“Dean isn’t here.” Is all he said.

He stumbled down the step to the dining room and sat at the table with his head in his hands. You were confused. If Dean wasn’t here, where was he?’’

“Where is Dean?”

Silence.

“Sam, where is Dean?” You demand an answer and this time when Sam looked up at you, you could just read his expression. Tears in his eyes, sobs being held back with all of his might. 

“No,” You say quietly. “No, no, no!”

The glass plate in your hand fell to the ground and shattered. Dean’s bacon cheeseburger that you made landed on the ground and fell apart. Your body started to quake as tears filled your eyesight. Your knees got weak and you let out an earth-shattering sob fall from your mouth. You felt a pain in your chest that felt like it was squeezing your lungs until they could barely constrict any further. Breathing began to become painful as your tears fell more frequently. You start to hyperventilate as your knees give out and Sam has to race to catch you before you land onto the broken glass that laid on the floor. Your hand got cut on the glass and you could barely even feel it. Your sobs turned violent as you begged for Dean to be there with you. 

“Dean! No, no, this isn’t true. Dean!” You start to shout, hoping, praying that he would walk right through the bunker door with a smile on his face with his green eyes shining.

“Shhh,” Sam said as he smoothed your hair, his arms cradling you as you grew to be weaker from crying.

Your body shook as you let out the painful wails that were buried deep inside your soul. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t do anything but feel the pain that was tearing your heart and soul into pieces that would never be repaired. 

- - - -

The walk to your shared room with Dean felt like it was ten miles long. Your face hurts from crying, sobbing over the loss of your husband. You laid in bed, your hand was bandaged by Sam after he basically had to pin you to the ground to fix it for you, thinking about everything that had happened. 

Four Days Ago

You held out your hand for Dean to take it as you climbed in bed. You kissed his pink lips softly as his hand rubbed over your growing belly. He was being careful about everything around you since you told him the news.

“What do you hope it to be?” You asked as you played with his freshly washed hair as he laid his head on your stomach, hoping to feel the baby.

“I already know that it’s going to be a girl because she is just like her mama,” He said with a smile.

“You know it’s a girl?”

“Don’t call her an “it”.” You laughed lightly.

“Okay, why do you hope she’s a girl?’’

“Because, I have always pictured our first baby to be a girl and then when we have a second one, it would be a boy so she can be a big sister and beat up the boys who try to mess with our little boy,” He said with a very bright smile. You smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss.

- - - -

Day One: Removing

You start to bring in boxes from the truck and head straight to your room. You walk in and start to gather Dean’s belongings up. You grab all of his shirts and throw them into the box. You grab his blanket and fold it up to put it in the box as well. You gather up his PJ’s, his pillows, his jeans, his Jelly Beans that you told him that they belonged in the kitchen instead of the room. You open the top drawer and find his underwear and you throw them in the box as well. You tear the room apart, removing anything Dean from the room. You didn’t want to be reminded of the fact that Dean wasn’t here anymore.

- - - - 

Day Six: Remembering

You stare at the boxes that sit on the other side of the room and you walk over. The first thing inside the box was your wedding ring. You had taken it off because you couldn’t stop crying every time you moved your left hand which gave you a glimpse of the ring.

You turned it over and tears welled up but you quickly put the ring away and then you found the tape that you had made him when he was away for a case on Christmas. You put it in the player.

“Dean, I miss you but I know you are doing what you need to do. I just wish that you had let me go with you.” The frame moves to the kitchen. 

“I made all of your favorites and I really hope that I don’t stress eat them all because that would not be a good idea,” You laughed as the camera shook.

You turned it off and then you looked at more tapes. One was when you moved all of your stuff into his room. You watched as you and Dean were smiling sweetly at each other. You were looking at the camera and he was looking at you. His green eyes bored into the side of your face with a loving gaze. He kissed your cheek and you let out a loud laugh at his gesture. You were happy then. That was before you had gotten married. You were so excited that Dean wanted you to move to his room and you were acting like a giddy teenager who just got asked to Prom. 

- - - -

One day later: Acceptance; The Funeral

Sam and you were the only people at the funeral. Dean’s body rested on the wooden stand and Sam had to hold you so you didn’t collapse. You were crying and sobbing but you were overcome by grief that you briefly forgot about Sam’s grief. You lost your husband but he lost his brother.

“Sam, can I do it?” You asked, you knew that he had done this for so many people, you didn’t want him to do it for his brother.

Sam gave you Dean’s lighter and you lit the flame bottle and you threw it on his body. Fire burst into the sky as soon as the flame touched the stand. You looked down at the lighter in your hands and you didn’t want to get rid of it but you knew that you had to. You wanted Dean to be at peace. 

As the lighter soars through the air, flashes of your wedding day, you telling Dean about your pregnancy, your meeting, you working cases with him, the nights of passion, the nights of tears, the hunts, the singing, the dancing, the reading, the kisses, everything that you ever did together flashed through your mind all at once and you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

You grab Sam’s hand and the two of you walk back to the bunker to eat a burger and a slice of apple pie in honor of Dean Winchester’s life.

Bonus scene:

Three months later:

You lay in the hospital bed with Sam sitting beside you, holding a pink baby blanket and a blue baby blanket.

“It’s twins. A boy and a girl” the doctor said.

She left and Sam gently placed your babies in your loving arms. One look and you saw that they both had Dean’s green eyes and his freckles. You start to cry as you cradle your children and Sam wraps his arms around you and kisses your hair.

“What are their names?” He asks.

“The girl is going to be named Charlie.” 

“And what about the boy?”

“His name is Dean.” You looked down at the little boy in your arms.

“His name is Dean.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural #dean winchester x pregnant reader #dean winchester x wife reader angst #supernatural angst

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To Be Alone With You (Part Two)

Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma!reader

Series Summary: Let's see, dear readers, where this journey of betrayal, lust, passion, and love take our viscount and Miss Sharma as they find their ways back to each other.

Warnings: Angst, kinda betrayal, guilty reader, proposal, sexual tension, reader stumbles upon Edmund Bridgerton's grave, Smut (oral F)

Summary: After the night of passion that was of you and the Viscount on the dock, Anthony is hit with the realization that he still planned on marrying Edwina.

Tag list: @faatxma

"I dare ask, Brother, what has gotten you to smile so much this fine morning?" Colin asked with a smirk gracing his face.

"I just happen to be in a good mood from the lovely night of sleep that I received last night." Anthony said with yet another smile.

"Could it be that our brother is actually in love with Miss Edwina now?" Benedict teased.

Anthony looked at Benedict and his smile faded at the mention of Edwina. She is a kind girl, just not who Anthony wants. At this, the Sharma sisters hurdle down the stairs in a fit of laughter as you were carrying a bucket of water and chasing your sisters down the stairs in hopes of soaking them. Instead, you slipped on your dress and Anthony raced to catch you before you had hit the floor. The other siblings including Anthony's watched as you let go of the bucket as it soars through the air and you land in Anthony's strong arms. You look at him and go to speak but the water bucket comes crashing down on the two of you, soaking you both completely. The bucket landed on Anthony's head and all you heard was a groan.

"My lord," You say as you shyfully lift the bucket off his head and his dark eyes peek under and make eye contact with you. His hair was ruined and your lady's maids were going to be upset that their hard work went to nothing because of how wet your hair was. You give him a light smile and just as you were getting one in return, Colin cleared his throat.

"Well, Miss Sharma, I am quite impressed with your entrances that you have been making." He smiled.

"I do try," You smile and give a bit of a bow.

"Please, Lord Bridgerton, do not think that we are always like this," Kate tried to reason, hoping that he wasn't mad.

"Miss Kate, you are quite fine. Nothing to worry about. I actually enjoyed the refreshing shower," Anthony laughed, a smile reaching his eyes when he looked at you rather than your sisters. His intended.

----

Another walk in the gardens, you take in the flowers. You didn't realize how long you were in the garden and where the path was taking you. You walk under a large tree and see something that looks like a headstone. You look around and then continue on your walk to the headstone.

"Edmund Bridgerton, Loving Father and Husband," You read on the stone and figured that this had to the man that Anthony always looked up to. This was his father.

You looked down at the flowers in your hands and then bent down to your knees and placed the flowers at the grave site. You were in the middle of a prayer when you heard footsteps. You stand up quickly and then turn to the sound. It was Lady Bridgerton.

"Viscountess-" you started. She lifted a hand to shush you.

"Please call me Violet, dear." She smiled sadly when she looked at the grave.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know and I-I-I wanted to pay my respects to him," You say with a smile.

"This is Edmund. He is my husband. Well, was my husband," The older woman smiled with a sad smile.

"You loved him very much. I can tell. I wish I could have met him," You try to make her feel better.

"Have I told you yet about how much Anthony looks after this family?" She asked.

You shook your head.

"He has been there for all of us after Edmund passed. He was only 18 at the time. God, the stress that fell onto that poor boy. He was holding Edmund when he died and...and I think that was the day that my little boy died. When Edmund left, so did a piece of my son." She said with tears.

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask kindly. You thought she would be telling Edwina.

"Miss Sharma, when Anthony says that he is going to do something, he does it. He says he is going to marry your sister so I wanted you to know that she is in good hands. Anthony is the best of my sons to marry her because there is nothing more important to Anthony than his word." Violet said, taking your hand.

"Violet, he loves her?" You ask with a tremble in your voice.

"I fear so and I have seen the way you look at my son." You looked up with confusion.

"Viscountess...Violet, I'm not understanding what you are talking about. I don't look at Anthony in any way."

"I saw you in the hallway earlier today," She said with a sad smile.

"Tha....That was an accident." You sputter out.

"Darling, I'm not talking about your situation or position. I'm talking about the look in your eyes. It's exactly how I used to look at Edmund." She pat your hand and then stood up to invite you back to the house. You followed her with your heart heavy and mind clouded.

---

Dinner was prepared and you were seated to the left from Anthony who was seated at the head of the table. You couldn't keep a smile when you looked at him because you saw how your sister looked at him. Like he hung the stars in the sky. Your stomach hurt with guilt of what had transpired between you last night.

"And Miss Sharma, I was wondering if you would like to maybe be a model for my paintings," Benedict said with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You smiled at the brother and nod.

"Of course, I have always wanted to be a model and to have my face and body drawn for me," You laugh a little and Benedict smiled and then blushed at you.

Kate smirked at you as she watched you interact with Benedict. You finished your drink and stood up. You turned to leave and kissed Benedict on the cheek. You smile at Violet and she smiled back. You left the room and that made Anthony fuming. Yes, he was supposed to marry your sister but he didn't want her. He wanted you.

Anthony excused himself from the table to follow you. He ran after you and he grabbed your elbow to keep you from going all the way up the stairs.

"Follow me," He said, pulling you down the stairs to his office and closing the door behind you.

"Yes, my lord?" You ask.

"I have been looking for you all day. God...being away from you has been driving me crazy," He says before moving to kiss your shoulder that was exposed. Your head falls back in bliss as you feel his lips ghost your sensitive skin that has only been touched by him.

"My lord-"

"Anthony, darling."

"But my lord, we need to stop." You moan out the last part when he sucks hard on your sweet spot.

"Call me by my name, Miss Sharma. My name is Anthony," He growls into your ear before picking you up and laying you down on his desk, papers sticking to your sweat-layered back.

You look down to see Anthony move under your dress. You start pulling the fabric over your stomach so that you could see his hair and you smile when he kissed your hand that was pulling at the fabric.

"My lord, we should stop. You are to be...married." Your back arched as his tongue made contact to your secret area that he was just last night and you moaned out his name as he ate you like a starved man. He dipped his tongue inside of you and your hand shoots to his hair and pulls harshly and he moans against your body.

"Anthony, oh god.'' You cry out as his finger starts to poke at your entrance and you were overcome by pleasure to even think about Edwina or Kate or what the mother of the man in between your gracious legs had said when her son is tasting you like this.

"Fuck, sweet girl. You taste divine," He groans against your pussy as he pumps in a finger before adding another. Your walls clamped tightly to his fingers and his mouth moved to your clit and starts to suck at it as his tongue flicks out to run over the sensitive bud there.

You reach up and grab a hold of your own breast as he ravages you in the best way. He starts curling his fingers to hook at that sweet, sweet pleasurable spot that laid deep inside you and you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten to a painful blissful way as he looks up at you with deep, dark eyes that were blown with lust and you let go just at his stare alone.

"Cum for me, let me feel you. That's it. Be a good girl and let go for me. Let me taste you," He moans against you as he feels you gush around his fingers and onto his awaiting tongue. He drinks everything you have to offer until you have to push him away due to the over stimulation that happens due to his constant assault to your sensitive nerves.

He kisses up your body again and fixes your dress. You lean into his kisses and he whispers about how much he loves you before he helps clean you up. You hold onto him and he carefully takes you back to your room. You sigh because you know that you have to tell him that you couldn't keep doing this because he wants to marry your sister.

"My lord," You start.

"Anthony," He says.

"My lord," You try to continue.

"Why won't you call me Anthony unless we are private like we just were?" He said with a sad look in his eyes.

"Because you are not mine, my lord." You sigh before closing the door in his face.

---

The following day, you were walking with your family as everyone was ready to leave and head back to London. You were sad but as soon as you saw Anthony walking to you, a smile crossed your face.

"My lord," You give a bow.

"Miss Sharma," You think he was talking to you but when you turn to his voice again, he was on one knee in front of your sister.

"Miss Edwina, I think this has been a long time coming and I would love to have the honor of making you my wife," Anthony said before you let out a gasp as he opened the ring box. It was his mother's. Edmund had given it to her and now he was giving it to Edwina.

Edwina gave a yes and kissed Anthony's cheek. Not knowing that his face was just between your legs last night and the night before. She will never know and you would sit in silence. You watched the happy couple and Kate hug them both and your mother was so happy. You smile to the couple and make eye contact with Anthony. All was said in those few seconds.

"I still want you."

#anthony bridgerton x sharma!reader #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader smut #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton x reader

[nikkisheep]

When are you going to make a part2 of To Be Alone With You

I am actually working on it. I'm almost ready to release it. It has a few things that needs editing and then it will be done.

#bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x sharma!reader #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader smut #anthony bridgerton

[nikkisheep]

Take Care of Me

Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: sick reader, mentions of flu, fluff, Steve being such a mom

kinda short

Summary: You get sick and Steve takes care of you.

"Get back in bed," Steve ordered.

"But Stevie," You whine. You wanted to say that you were fine. That you didn't have the flu but just as you go to speak again, you start coughing and sneezing.

"Don't even try to say you are fine," He said as he scoops you up in his arms and walks you back to his bedroom.

"I'm fined...I'm fined."

"If you are putting a "d" at the end of fine, then you are not fine." Steve brought in the soup that he had made you just before you had came out.

"I'm fine..d. I'm fineeed," You kept trying to say it but you started coughing and your eyes started to glaze over.

"You're not fine, honey. Let me take care of you," He said as he moved to help you eat the soup.

---

Later that night, Steve moved to cover you up but you grabbed his arm.

"I'm sick, Stevie." You complain.

"I know," He said before kissing your sweaty forehead.

''Stevie, will you lay with me?" You ask.

"Of course, honey."

Just as he got into bed, you started talking about getting him sick and you were worried.

"Honey, if you get me sick, then I get sick. I'm just doing my job of making you feel better. If my girl wants me to lay down with her to help her feel better when she is sick, then goddamn it, I'm laying down with her."

You smile at Steve and then you both drift off to sleep and hope that you feel better in the morning.

---

A few days later

"Honey, I think I'm sick."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fluff

[nikkisheep]

Memory I Don't Mess With (Final Part)

dean winchester x female!reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluffy moments between reader and dean, mentions of death, sadness, dream reality, death of major character, Gabriel is alive, Castiel is kinda on the brink of insanity, happy ending

ITALICS ARE DREAM REALITY

Summary: Dean keeps have flashbacks and Sam keeps looking for his brother until Sam gets put into a coma until Dean comes back. Castiel makes his way up to heaven in search of God for help.

Dean continued on his life with you. Holding you, kissing you, playing with the children that the two of you shared. He felt complete. He felt as if this is where he belonged. He knew that he would never be able to leave you even if he wanted to.

"Dean," He hears your voice call him from the kitchen. The children's laughter was muffled due to being outside playing in the mud.

He follows your voice and finds you standing in a pretty sundress and sandals.

"Sweetheart, you all dressed up for me?" He grinned before moving to kiss you.

You giggled against him and then kissed his cheek when you moved to get the pie from the oven.

"I made you something special and I hope you like it," You smiled at him. That smile that could make anyone sane enough to melt.

---

Castiel makes his way through Heaven's gates. He hadn't been here in a long time. He knew his presence would be made known as soon as he arrived. He looks around until he finds that he is in the Gardens which is where his brother Gabriel finds him standing under a tree.

"Little brother, Castiel," Gabe said.

"Gabriel, I need Father's help." Castiel said with desperation laced in his voice.

"Don't tell me that this is for that Dean Winchester," Gabe laughed lightly before turning serious.

"How many times do you think that they can escape death before it catches up with them? Don't get me wrong, I like the Winchesters but I can't help you change anything that Father is already set out to play. You saw what happened to Lucifer." Gabriel said sadly. He knew what the Winchesters meant to Castiel.

Castiel grabbed a hold of Gabriel and pulled him close, "Tell Father that I am requesting his help or I will tear your wings from your body and I shall hath no mercy. Save Dean Winchester!"

"Save Dean Winchester!'' spread throughout Heaven and Hell. Castiel needed to find the man and he would not stop until he found him.

---

Dean kissed your hand as he took you to where he first met you. He wanted to surprise you so he spent all day on the Impala, greasing and oiling her the way she needed to be, and waited until you made it home.

"Mr. Winchester, where are you taking me?" You asked as he drove and you pressed a kiss to his cheek and then laid your head on his shoulder.

"Wherever the road and Baby takes us," Dean said and patted the steering wheel with a smile. You giggled and turned his head far enough to kiss the side of his mouth.

"I can live with that," You smiled and turned to look in the back seat at the sleeping children that meant everything to the two of you.

----

Angels and demons were in search of Dean Winchester as Castiel had gathered armies from both Heaven and Hell in search of his friend.

Sam was placed in a sleepful coma until Dean would return. Castiel could not bear to watch his friend destroy himself in Dean's disappearance. The only way he would wake is if Castiel woke him if Dean never returned and Castiel was terrified to tell Sam what he had done.

---

Dean Winchester was found in warehouse in South Dakota, close by to Bobby's house. Castiel was informed by Gabriel that there was a body found that was similar to Dean Winchester's. Castiel woke Sam from the coma and they had rushed to the warehouse.

Sam hoped that Dean was still alive and he wouldn't lose his brother, the most important person in his life. Dean was his father, his brother, his mother, his everything. Dean was singly the world to Sam Winchester and the thought of living in this world without him made Sam sick.

Dean was placed in the hospital with injuries of loss of blood, head injuries, a stab wound that was infected, and he was in a coma. Sam and Castiel stood by his side for the next three weeks waiting for him to open his eyes.

---

"Dean," You smile with tears in your eyes. He melted in your touch of your hand on his face.

"No," He said, tears running down his face.

You kissed his lips and placed your forehead against his.

"Go to him. They need you," You say, body shaking from keeping the tears at bay.

"No, I can't leave you." He cried, begging to stay with you.

You closed your eyes.

"Honey, we had our chance. We had our time. We shared our lives until it was my time. Dean, Sam needs you. Cas needs you."

"But....but what about you? If I leave, I will never see you again." He fell to the floor with all of the emotions that overcame him.

You placed your hand on his head and he wrapped his arms around your waist, tears soaking through the fabric. Your own tears fell and Dean's green eyes looked up at you, silently begging you to let him stay here forever.

"Dean," You start to push his arms away from you.

"No," He begged.

"Dean, please. Don't make this harder," You cry.

"Why are you sending me away? You don't love me anymore?" Dean was so confused as to what happened.

"Dean, I am sending you away because you don't belong here. It's not your time. I am sending you back to Sam because I love you." You place one last kiss to his lips.

"Go home, Dean Winchester. Tell Sammy that I miss him." You smile.

Dean sobbed as he turned to that bright light that had shown up and he could see the hospital, Sam and Castiel. He could see the hurt and the pain they were in.

"But...."

"No, buts'. I will wait for you. I'll be here," You say with a smile and grab his hand to lead him into the light.

---

The monitor started beeping loudly and Sam looked up at Dean's body and Dean's green eyes started to flutter open. Sam freaked out in happiness and Dean went to speak, Sam shushed him before running for a nurse.

Dean laid there and tried to remember anything but he couldn't. He remembered walking out of the bar and then waking up in the hospital.

Sam sat there with him and started telling him about Cas raising an army of angels and demons to help look for him.

"Sam, I have to tell you something. I don't remember why but I need to tell you that she says that she misses you. She said for me to tell Sammy to tell him that she missed you." Sam started to cry and then hugged Dean.

" I've missed you so much."

---

You watched through the light as the two Winchester brothers reunited and you smiled. You turned away and sat down with a book and waited for the love of your life to return to your side.

---

Years later

"He's here," Bobby said.

"I know," You smile.

You walk to Baby and step inside. You feel the leather seats and think of Dean. You smile and then crank it.

"Just like old times," You smile and then put it in drive.

Music poured from the radio, Dean's tapes still in the socket. You listen to the music and turn it up when "Carry On Wayward Son" started to play.

Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

You started to sing along as you drove along the road that curved through the woods.

Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say

You stopped at a bridge and walked to the side railing, looking down at the rushing water. You smiled when you smell that all too Dean Winchester scent.

"Dean," You smile and then turn to see Dean in his hunter outfit with a smile on his face.

"Hi'ya sweetheart," He smiled and then you jumped into his arms as he places a kiss on your lips.

"Did I make it on time?" He asked with a smile.

"Anytime is on time," You smile before kissing his lips again as he spun you around in his arms.

---

Bonus Scene:

The two of you sat in Baby at the same bridge and then you walked out to the same railings, hand in hand, with smiles. You both leaned against it, looking at the same rushing water and then you felt Sam's presence on the bridge.

"Hi'ya Sammy," Dean says before turning to hug his brother.

---

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@deans-spinster-witch

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester angst #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural x female!reader #spn x reader #spn angst #sam winchester angst #angst #happy ending

[nikkisheep]

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

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One Shots:

Forget - Steve Harrington ;) :(

Jerk - Steve Harrington :)

Arcade - Steve Harrington :)

Billy's sister - Steve Harrington :)

Who are you?- Steve Harrington :)

Did I mess up? - Steve Harrington :( , :)

Baby - Steve Harrington ;)

Love me, please - Steve Harrington :(

Robin Buckley x fem. reader dabble - Robin Buckley :)

Marshmallow castle - Eddie Munson :)

Series:

I don't know how series - Steve Harrington ;)

A glimpse of us , Glimpse of Us (Part 2) - Steve Harrington :(

What else? , Part 2 - Eddie Munson ;)

You're just like me - Eddie Munson :)

(Part Two)

Part Three

Steve Harrington:

The heart wants what the heart wants :(

Part 2 :(

Part 3 :(

Part 4 :(

Part 5 :(

Part 6 :(

Final Part :)

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[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You

Anthony Bridgerton x female!Sharma!reader

Warnings: Smut, TENSION, cursing, oral (f), reader is Kate's full sister, kissing, touching when not supposed to, Anthony and his voice (warning himself), virgin reader (innocent ofc), sex on a dock (lol), kinda public sex, slight angst

I am so sorry that it got so long but it is so worth it. This is also my first Bridgerton fic so hope its good. :)

Summary: It was time that Anthony Bridgerton to finally meet the final Sharma sister who may stand in his way of marrying Miss Edwina Sharma but not like he expected her to.

Anthony Bridgerton was a man who was used to having any woman melt and cling to his every word. Women practically threw themselves at his feet the moment he walked in the room. His presence was a strong one, making everyone eager to please the viscount.

When Viscount Bridgerton met Edwina Sharma, the newly named "Diamond of the Season", he was happy that he could find at least one woman with half a brain. Miss Edwina was the suitable bride and soon Viscountess. It was almost too easy, so he thought. That was until he met the elder sister of Miss Edwina. Kate Sharma, a woman of one and twenty who was unwed herself, was a challenge that Anthony could not refuse. He fell into a pursuit to win over the eldest Sharma sister, doing everything by the book. Well, with a few exceptions.

The Viscount did not want a love match. He could never fall in love with the woman who will bear his children. He just couldn't. And Miss Edwina Sharma was exactly the woman who he could not possibly love but, she would make a wonderful bride for him to breed and come to have a heir to fill the Viscount role when Anthony died.

A last, his mother, Viscountess Violet Bridgerton, had invited the Sharma family to visit the lovely Aubrey Halls. It would be Mrs. Mary Sharma, the lovely girls' mother, Miss Edwina Sharma and then Miss Kate Sharma. Anthony was ready to deal with Kate when she arrived.

---

Dinner was being served when the thunder started. Benedict seemed like he had lost his mind, no doubt had drank Colin's tea that he brought from his travels.

"Have you noticed, Col?" Benedict asked, "The twinkles of the candles, it is as....as if we sit among the stars."

Eloise snorted and looked to her older brother, "What is wrong with you?''

"I was just telling Benedict how brilliant the stars were in Greece," answered Colin.

Benedict went to take a sip of his wine but knocked it over, causing Violet and the other ladies to gasp at the table. The brother smiled and rubbed his hands over his cheeks in an innocent way.

"Lord Bridgerton, Miss Sharma here," A butler said.

"Whatever do you mean, Miss Sharma is here? How many are there?"

In just a few seconds a woman walks in, wearing the similar purple dress that the Sharma sisters were wearing. She looked identical to Kate, except her eyes were lighter. Her hair was more brown than black and she held her head high. Her presence was enough to even sober up Benedict for a moment.

"Is it just me or is there two Kates?" Benedict said, mind foggy.

"I am so sorry for my late arrival. Lady Bridgerton, the house is lovely." The woman said.

Violet blushed and thanked the woman. The older woman always enjoyed getting compliments about her home that she shared with Edmund.

"You said you couldn't make it," Edwina states as she moves to hug the woman. Everyone was confused as a goose until Kate stood up.

"This is my sister," Kate said, moving to stand by her.

You introduce yourself and smile at everyone, that is until you see Anthony. He had this look about him and you couldn't quite tell.

"I assume this is the viscount you were telling me about, Kate?" You said.

"Yes, this is Lord Bridgerton. He is the viscount and is to marry Edwina."

You looked at him and he just smirked. He had found a new toy to play with. And god did he want to play.

You looked at him.

"My lord, forgive me for my tartiness," You say, voice rich.

"All is forgiven, my lady." He had a hard look.

"Please, I am hardly a noble lady to earn that title,'' You tease.

Anthony was taken by surprise, no one had ever teased about their noblity or anything. Being a proper lady is very serious and not taken lightly. There was another Sharma sister, but at least this one seemed nice. For now.

---

You were quite the most annoying and challenging lady Anthony had the misery to meet. You talked too much, you jested a bit, your teasing with Benedict made his blood boil. Your words melting off your tongue and practically bringing Anthony's younger brother to his knees.

Benedict's face had blushed right before you move to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"My dear, Benedict, how are you?" You asked kindly, flashing that beautiful smile that made everyone melt.

"I am quite well, Miss Sharma." He looked down right flustered with your presence beside him.

Lady Bridgerton held a small ball at Aubrey Hall and Benedict had just finished dancing with you. The two of you had swept through the floor, everyone in envy that Mr. Bridgerton's attention was solely on you.

"Brother, I hate to steal our guest from you but I am in need of a dance," Anthony stepped in to say.

"I suppose that I have one dance in me," You laughed.

"I hadn't asked yet," Anthony said.

"Well, in that case, Benedict you wouldn't mind having yet another dance with me?" You smirked when Anthony rolled his eyes and groaned.

Once you got on the dance floor, Anthony could not keep his eyes off you, even as he danced with Edwina and Kate.

"My brother seems to be taking a liking to you," Benedict smiled.

"Please, he wants to marry my sister. After all, who even said I wanted him. Maybe I want you," You whisper the last part in his ear. He shudders against you and smiles.

"Is that true now, Miss Sharma?"

"Perhaps."

----

Pall Mall was the ruthless game that the Bridgerton's ever played. The Mallet of Death sat in your hands as Benedict had handed it to you with a wink and a sly smile. You blushed at the brother's antics.

He moved to be closer to you and whispered something in your ear which made you snort aloud and Kate looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Who has my bloody mallet?" Anthony's voice boomed in the air.

"My lord, I do not know," Kate smirked.

"Where is it?"

You coughed to clear your throat, suddenly bringing the Viscount's attention to you. That might have been a bad idea. It surely was.

"You...You have my mallet, I believe."

"I do?" You inquired.

"Yes, Miss Sharma, you do."

"Well, I suppose that I could just give it to you," You start to hand it to him, his siblings surprised at how easy you were giving it up, and Anthony was smiling, "But first you will have to catch me." You took off running down the field and Anthony just watched in surprise.

"Did she?"

"I believe she did," Daphne laughed. She watched as her older brother looked as if he wanted to blow up.

"Dear brother, I think you should go get her if that mallet is very important to you." Colin laughed as Anthony ran down the field, looking for you as the Mallet of Death rested in your possession.

He ran looking for you and he heard your sweet giggle coming from in the garden. He looked to see that everyone had given up on waiting for them and started the match without the two of you. He walked around the garden to find you crouching behind a hedge and was covering your mouth as you looked around the side of the bush, hoping to not be seen.

His boots moved to quietly as he stalked closer to your frame. He then grabbed your waist and picked you up, causing you to gasp into his hand.

"Lord Bridgerton, put me down this instant."

He placed you down on the ground and stands close to your body. His warmth and scent poured over you in waves. He smelt like sweat, dirt, body wash, slight scent of vanilla, and sandalwood?

"Lord Bridger-"

"Anthony, my name is Anthony." He said, panting at the closeness that he had created.

"My lord-"

"Anthony."

"My lord, it is improper to call you by your given name," You say, trying to catch your breath and not breathe his scent in.

"And us being in my mother's garden alone is very improper, I dare say, Miss Sharma."

Your smell floods his senses when he takes a deep breath and move closer to you, chests touching. The smell of dirt, sweat, lilies and Jasmine? God, it drove him crazy. Just being around you drove him crazy.

"You followed me here.''

"You ran here."

"You chased me."

"You took my mallet."

"I-" You stutter, "Benedict gave it to me."

He looks at you with something dark in his eyes, something that burned with fiery. His hand came to touch your waist and you nearly melt. He looks at your chest, noticing that you were wearing the Bridgerton color. You normally wore purple but you were wearing the baby blue that stood for his family.

"You are wearing my family color," He says, blood rushing some where it did not need to be.

"Oh, I had not known that I wasn't allowed to wear blue."

"It stands for my family and you...are...wearing...my...color."

His body presses closer to you, invading your space. He moves to corner you against the tall hedge, the only thing keeping your situation from any on lookers.

His mouth moves to rest beside your ear, hot breath fanning over the exposed skin there, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"You want something, I can sense it."

You shudder.

"And what would that be, my lord?"

"You want me," He said lowly.

"You are to marry Edwina," You correct him.

"That doesn't change that you desire me," He chuckles at your attempt.

"I beg your pardon. You are a rake and I have no desire for such a person like you. You are to marry my sister, not me. If you wish to be with my sister than act like it, if not then leave her alone. I will not be some play thing for you to play with when you want to."

"Oh but you are my play toy. You are whatever I want you to be. Do you know why?" He asked.

"Why?"

"Because all I have to do is whisper real close to your ear, like this," He moved even closer, "And tell you that I desire you in ways that would make any mama blush and cry out for improper topics to a lady."

You take in a ragged breath.

"Desire me?"

"Yes, why do you think I came out here to get you?"

"To get your mallet?"

"No, so I can have you."

" You are courting my sister to marry. I am done with this topic and I am leaving this garden. Good day, Lord Bridgerton."

---

Anthony was reeling. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He can't sleep at night because of you. It wasn't your fault. No, it was your fault. You were the one who kept reminding him of his soon to be proposal to your sister and putting him in his place. Heavens above, he couldn't help but be aroused when you put him where he was meant to be. And that perfume that you have, Jasmine and Lillies, god it did things to him.

---

The day had been hot, very hot and you knew that you shouldn't but you were burning for a swim in the lake. You couldn't help it. After being in the garden with the Viscount, it felt you aflame.

Sneaking out of your chambers, you made your way outside to the lake that rested toward the trees.

Looking around, you made sure that no one was up and you were making sure that you were not followed. You made your way to a tree and took off your coat. Yo began your task of unbuttoning your gown.

Anthony watched you remove each piece of fabric from your body as he made his way down to the lake himself. He had not known that you were going to be here. He had not expected it. He always goes for a midnight swim when he couldn't sleep. Why he couldn't sleep? You.

Slipping onto the dock, you take a dive, cold water enveloping your body. It felt heavenly against your heated skin. Anthony was never to be allowed to know that he was the reason behind the midnight swim in the lake. You swam to the middle and was sighing while looking up to the moon. The entire lake was lit by the moon, banishing all shadows from being cast onto your face. You looked angelic.

Anthony slipped in the water after stripping completely bare and went underwater. He wanted to see you move about when you were by yourself. He had wanted to see you nude, part of his mind begging him to see what you looked like, but you were still a lady and he was a gentleman.

You heard a splash and you turned around very quickly, spotting none other than Anthony Bridgerton. You knew you were caught and he would laugh at you but he just swam closer. You could only see his shoulders and water was dripping down them to be collected back to the lake.

"My lord-"

"I do believe that we are now way past formalities," He chuckled.

He was silently begging to hear his name fall from your lips. He knew this was wrong. You were his betrothed sister. You were a lady. You were innocent. If he took that from you, you would be ruined. But...but you looked so desirable. You looked just ready to be ravished by his mouth. To be tasted in places that you had never thought of to be touched. To be submitted to such incredible pleasure that Anthony knew that he could bring you. To be his.

He swam closer to you, grabbing your hand which he used to pull you until you were placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto. You gasped at how warm he still was, even in the chilled water of the night. Anthony looked at you, smiling when he realizes that you move even closer, your legs brushing every time you move to keep yourselves afloat.

"I want you," He admits.

He kisses your lips, groaning when you kiss back only for a second before he feels himself being pushed away from you.

"You are engaged to my sister," You say.

"Not yet."

"But-"

"But, I want you. I don't want Edwina. I don't want Kate. I want you," He says, "I desire you."

Anthony kissed your lips once more, swallowing any sound coming from your mouth. His tongue brushed yours and you moaned. You had never done that but with Anthony, you felt so good you couldn't keep it inside.

Anthony had you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling something quite odd in between his legs but you didn't question it when he took your breast into his awaiting mouth. He sucked your nipple and ran his tongue around it as he teased you mercilessly. Your hair was down so it was hanging in the water as you threw your head back in bliss as he moved to bite at your collarbones and neck.

Anthony moved the two of you all the way to the dock, picking you up out of the water and seating you directly onto the hard wood. He then watches as you move back, suddenly aware of how exposed you are to him. He puts his hands on the dock and pushes himself out of the water, droplets trickling down his slightly hairy chest down to his now every noticeable something. You didn't know what on earth it could even be.

"What is that?" You said shyly, pointing to his hips.

"That would be my cock." He just chuckled.

"It looks hard," You said, "does it hurt?"

He groaned at your innocence. God, you were going to be the death of him. You looked so nervous to even ask and then when you did, you blushed deeply. You were so cute.

"It hurts some times when I desire someone really bad," He explained.

"Like Edwina? Did it ever hurt for Edwina or Kate?" You asked softly.

"No, never with them. I want you," He said, holding your face, "God, you consume every thought that I make. You make it so, so hard to be a gentleman. There is no way that I can escape you, no matter how hard I try because you are always in my mind."

He kissed you once more and you let him. You were going to forget about Edwina, who the man currently moving in between your legs and kissing every inch of your body, was supposed to get married to. You were going to forget the rules of being a proper lady. You were going to forget formalities and just revel in the pleasure that is being caused by the mouth of your sister's soon to be betrothed.

"Anthony!" You cried when he made contact with the little bud between your folds and he licked it. Your body was shot with electricity that sent your back to be arching.

He hummed against your core and went back to sucking on your clit. No one or nothing could have prepared you for the Viscount's tongue to slip inside of you. He had done so when you were pulling on his hair as you grasped for anything but you could not find anything to ground you. Anthony swept you away in pure pleasure as he ate you like a starved man. He drank anything your body was willing to give and he took it with a groan. His eyes rolled back as he tasted you.

"Oh, my lord-"

"It's Anthony. Just Anthony," He said before staring at your weeping cunt.

Your hands pulled at the man's hair and his other hand, that wasn't holding down your hips, moved up to grab a hold of your free hand that was gripping your breast. Your back arched when he made one last circle with his tongue on your clit and you burst with carnal desire. You shook against Anthony's mouth as he drank you in.

He thought you were so beautiful laying out for him, under the stars on his dock, wet hair after a late night swim and most of all, the way the moon shone down on you. You looked ever so innocent but oh so dirty.

"Are you okay?" He asked when he noticed you not moving but still shaking.

"I'm more than okay."

He laughed and began kissing up your body. His tongue poked out every once and a while as he traveled up to your mouth. The taste of yourself was erotic. You had never known something could exist. Anthony moved on top of you and positioned himself so that his cock would rest between your sensitive folds. He had to contain himself so that he wouldn't cum right on the spot.

You gave him a nod before he claimed your lips as he pushed himself inside your waiting body. You moaned out loud before you started panting against Anthony's mouth as the two of you tried to adjust to the sudden feeling. His arms shook as his head fell onto your chest as your hand ran through his hair, pulling slightly.

"Are you ready for me to move because if you aren't that's okay but I really need to move?" Water trickled down his body as he held himself above you, looking down at you.

"Please, Anthony." He smiled at his name and started to slowly pull out, letting you feel every ridge and vein his dick possessed and you were enjoying it. Anthony thrusted back in and your head fell back against the wooden dock. As Anthony thrusted his cock in and out of you, the only things that could be heard was your labored breathing and the sounds of your bodies moving against each other as the two of you reached new heights together and the sound of crickets chirping in the grass.

"Oh, god you feel so good," Anthony groaned.

"So fucking good," You panted, hips rising to match his. You were chasing something but you didn't know what. You didn't even know what was happening when your muscles started to tighten and some kind of euphoria started to crash down on you.

Anthony's breathing got caught in his throat as he watched your face contort in pleasure as he pumped himself constantly in you, trying to reach his end. He looked at your blissful face and decided that you would give him another.

"Just one more, darling, and then I can fill you up real nice." His hand went in between your legs as he watched himself move inside and out of you. His thumb began circling your clit, his cock hitting the right spots every time, his face tightening in desirable lust as he held himself above you, moving faster, trying to make you cum for a third time before he got his.

"Oh, Anthony!" You moan before he places a kiss on your lips to silence you. You cum one last time and Anthony unloads himself completely in you once bottoming out inside you. You laid there with him as he felt the aftershocks of his orgasm and you shuddered at the sudden cold.

Anthony kisses you lazily as he feels you giggle against his lips when he sighs into you. He pulls out and then shudders at the cold.

"I think we should go get some nice warm milk and sit by the fire to warm up," He proposes.

"Won't we get caught?"

"Darling, we just had sex on the dock in front of my house and you are worried about getting caught with some milk by the fire?" He laughed.

"Well, I can't be seen with you alone."

"Fine, but let's get dressed and go inside so we can sleep."

"In the same room?" You ask in a quiet voice.

"Not yet. We might get caught."

"Maybe getting caught wouldn't be so bad then," You giggle when you see his bare ass.

"Oh you are a little minx," Anthony groans.

"Maybe," You gasp when he picks you up after you get dressed and then carries you inside.

He takes you to your room and puts you down so you can stand. He doesn't want to let go but he knows he needs to leave soon.

''Good night, Miss Sharma." He said with a kiss.

"Good night, Lord Bridgerton," You sigh against his lips.

The kiss is passionate but is cut short when the clock decided to strike three and make a loud noise. You both laugh and he sees you close the door and he then walks to his chambers.

He finally can go to sleep with a smile on his face. A smile that didn't disappear the following day until he realized that he had to propose to your sister, Edwina Sharma.

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Forget

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Warnings: angst, tension, sad sex (lol if that is what it is called), kissing, cursing, mentions of cheating, crying, smut, oral (f), confessions, passionate sex, soft sex

Summary: Finding your boyfriend with another woman, you seek sympathy from one person that you never imagined you would turn to and for him to make you forget about the broken heart you had.

Tears fell without a dam to stop them. They flooded your eyes and you couldn't stop them if you wanted to. There was no end to them and you couldn't even find the strength to wipe them away.

Walking in on the love of your life for the last two years felt as if your heart was being squeezed over and over again without a rest. You couldn't even think of a word that described your pain. Betrayal? Hurt?

That leads you to the door step of one Steve Harrington, the man that you always wanted but couldn't have. The rain was coming down hard and you were completely soaked. Your hair was sticking to your body and you were freezing.

"Hey?" He was surprised that you were at his door.

"Hi, Steve."

---

You explained everything to the man who really held your heart but those feelings went away when you met your ex boyfriend now. You really did love the man who shattered your heart.

Steve sat there and listened to every word. He didn't say anything, just listened. He knew that you just needed to grieve your loss but he couldn't have been more happy. He wasn't happy that you got cheated on but it lead you to him and he was happy that you came to him.

"I just don't understand."

"Maybe you aren't meant to understand," Steve finally said.

"Wha-?"

He looked at you for a second before saying," There really is never a reason that will make you understand. Just know that he was an asshole and didn't know what he had."

You moved closer to Steve, slowly, barely noticeable. Your legs touched ever so slightly and Steve looked down at the two of you. He looked nervous when he looked back up to you.

"Steve, I don't think you understand what you are saying." Your hand comes up to his shoulder and rests there slightly.

"Princess, I think I know that if I had you, I would never let you go." He smiles and then says that he doesn't have you so it didn't matter what he thought.

"Steve, I like to know your opinions." Your faces were closer and you could feel his breath fanning on your lips.

"You do?" He asks, tilting his head to the right, making his lips graze yours.

"Yeah, I do." You place your mouth firmly on his and part your lips when his moves against yours.

The kiss was slow, passionate and was soft. It was the kind of kiss that makes the other person needy for the other. Steve pulls back to breathe.

"What are we doing?" He asked, "You just broke up with your ex."

You place a finger against his lips, "Shhh, Steve, just help me forget him."

He looked at your face, tears in your eyes, and realized that you have never been so beautiful. He kisses you again, softly. He wanted you to feel as though you never met that prick you called your boyfriend. There was no way that by the end of the night, when you left, if you left, that Steve Harrington was going to let you remember that man's name. All you would remember is his name.

---

His lips traced your jaw line, making sure that he left no skin untouched. He wanted to consume every inch of your body. He wanted you to be his. He needed you to feel him for days. He needed you to feel him and only him.

His tongue touched your sweet spot and your body shivered. He loved that he was making you feel this good

"Fuck, you are so pretty for me." He moved to remove your shirt and kissed your newly exposed chest. You moaned at the feeling of the cold air and his warm mouth on your body.

Steve moved to take a nipple in his mouth when he removed your bra. His other hand gripped the other with a bit more strength than he liked to but he just felt lust and desire consume his mind. He wanted you. He needed you in ways that he never imagined. He never imagined that he would have the chance to feel you like this, to touch you like this, to taste you like this.

"Such pretty breasts, so pretty," He muttered before switching to the other breast and palming the other just as he had with the other. His teeth grazed the bud and then he sunk his teeth in. Your cry of sudden pain and pleasure was music to his ears.

"Steve," You moan.

"I know. I know," He said before moving to kiss down your body to the crease of your thighs. He spreads them and looks at your center. You couldn't even bother to close your legs because you wanted him so badly. You needed him more than you realized.

"Steve," You groan when he rips your panties off.

"I'll buy you some new ones." He went to your core and inhaled your scent. His eyes closed and he placed open-mouthed kisses on your pussy. He moaned at the taste and your hands flew to the bedsheets. His tongue slowly building you stairs to ecstacy. He wanted to make this last for as long as he could.

His tongue touched your clit and you arched your back while grabbing at his hair. He groaned and you looked down to his brown eyes that were staring at you as he drank every bit that you had to offer. He was a man collecting the payment of his worship. He wanted nothing more than to make you cum. He slipped a finger in your hole and your body tensed in pleasure. You moaned as you fell from the cliff that Steve built for you. You moaned his name over and over, never stopping even as he kissed up your body.

"Steve," You said as he went to remove his clothes. You looked at his naked form and licked your lips. He smirked and then crawled over your shaking body.

"Shhhh, I'll go easy.''

He slid himself against you and the two of you moaned together. He placed one hand by your head, resting by the pillow, and the other to help him guide himself to your entrance. He warned you and then slid home in one thrust. The two of you groaned at the sudden feeling.

"Steve, make love to me," You cried at the pleasure of Steve moving over you and his hips softly snapping into yours. His hand reached for yours and held it against the mattress. He flattened his palm against yours and thrusted deeply as his lips attached to your nipple.

His hips continued to move slowly against yours, slowly building that hill again as he brought you higher and higher. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his neck, and his eyes were closed as he threw it back in bliss. He struggled to keep the slow pace. He didn't want to hurt you. He didn't want to seem as though he is just taking his pleasure. This was for you. He was helping you forget about your horrible ex boyfriend.

"Oh baby, so good. Please don't stop," You moaned as your nails raked down his back. Steve rolled the two of you over and the new angle allowed him to hit even deeper. Your head lulled back as his hips continued to move against yours.

"God, so good. So so good, Steve." You moaned as you moved gently above him, taking control. When he grabbed your hips, lifting you and lowering you onto himself, he let you do as you wanted.

Your hands planted on his shoulders as you moved, chasing that growing feeling. Your lips left kisses on his neck and then lowered onto his chest. Steve moaned out your name as he felt you clench around him. Your walls held him in deep and didn't want him to leave.

"Oh Steve. God, I love you. Fuck I love you," You cried out as you began to bounce faster on top of him, his hands helping you move even faster and harder as his hips slammed into you now.

He flipped the two of you over so he was back on top of you and lifted your thigh over his waist, holding it there as his hips started to move in rapid, frantic movements that were getting more out of control. A tight sensation wound inside of both of your bodies, begging to be released.

His hand gripped yours tightly as he looked into your eyes, every one of his emotions were displayed and you could see the desire in his eyes. He dropped your thigh and you spread your legs further and he slipped it in between your legs so that he could thumb at your clit. His hips and thumb was moving in jerking movements, trying everything they could to get the both of you to the finish line at the same time.

"You holding me as if you were made for me. Never wanting to leave this pussy. Fuck I love you. Christ, you feel so good. So fucking g-good, Princess.''

"Fuck, Steve. I'm gonna cum.''

"Wait for me. I'm almost there. Where do you want it?"

"In me. Please, Steve, please cum inside me." You cried.

"Yeah? You want me to breed you. Get you swollen with my child and let that bastard realize what he let go?" Steve groaned into your ear, his breath fanning over you, making you shiver.

With three more thrusts and one swipe of his thumb, the two of you orgasmed together as your lips met in a heated kiss. His hips jerked a few times before he stopped moving at all. He panted against you as he kissed your chest a little.

"Holy shit. That was...."

"That was something. You're telling me that that's what I've been missing out on?" You sighed.

"You could have been getting that all the time."

"Wait, you wanted me this whole time?"

"Princess, I have wanted you since I was 12 years old."

"So the 'I love yous' were actually real?" You asked with a giggle.

"Every one."

"I think I need more convincing," You tease.

"Let's sleep first woman. You trying to kill me?" He laughed before he pulled you closer, as if that was possible.

For the first time in 24 hours, you were able to have a smile on your face. Sure, your ex cheated on you but with Steve laying beside you, snoring, you were sure that the pain would leave very soon.

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Prompt ideas for character Requests (WILL ADD TO)

Shows:

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers

SPN: Dean & Sam Winchester, Castiel

TWD: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Maggie Greene, Glenn Rhee

Bridgerton: Simon Basset, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, King George

Prompts: Can be paired with smut, angst, fluff

"They don't deserve you. No one does but I will spend the rest of my life showing why I do."

"I love you and it scares me."

"I can't do this anymore." "Why" "Because when I am near you, I lose myself and I can't spend my life like that" "Then let me ground you"

"You are by far the greatest thing in my life"

"Trust is earned, not given, and you have lost all of my trust."

"Why do you only want me when I'm with someone else" "Because that is when I know that I might actually lose you"

"Why?" "Because I thought it was a good idea at the time"

"You are beautiful" "stop staring" "just looking at the prettiest gem in the world"

"Touch me or I will find someone else to" "I would rather watch the world burn before anyone touches what is mine"

"I need you like I need air and if I can't have you, it feels as though I have lost a piece of me" " You're dramatic"

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Memory I Don't Mess With Part 3

Dean Winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Angst, SAM'S POV, cursing, kinda GRAPHIC torture, spn elements, drinking, drunk Sam, castiel is worried, sam says some hurtful things to cas, tension, DEAN'S POV AT THE END

Summary: Told from Sam's view, he looks at every corner for his brother.

He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to go with him, but he didn't. Sam knew that how Dean was coping with your death. He knew that Dean would not be in the right mind but with a crippling ache in the wound on his side from the hunt that lead from your death. You had stabbed him straight in between the ribs, thankfully angling down toward a less needed muscle.

Sam was racked with grief. He didn't know where Dean was. He didn't know what happened. He didn't know anything. He could practically hear your voice yelling at him. "Sam, he is your brother. You have to look at every possible clue. For God's sake you are a hunter, you should be able to find him." That is what you would have told him.

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"Tell me where he is," Sam yelled, cutting deeper into the vampire's arm.

"I don't know anything," The vampire panted, pain overcoming every bit of her body.

"You're lying! Tell me where he is."

"I don't kn-" Blood gushed from the vampire's severed head.

Sam walked to the table with all of the equipment that he needed. He had captured several, several monsters to get the information he needed.

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"And you said that he just left?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, he took the bottle with him." The bartender told him the exact same thing that he said when Sam questioned him the first time, and the second time, and the third time.

"Sir, are you sure there isn't anything else you could tell me about his disappearance?"

"Like I said the last few times you were here, he looked upset, a girl flirted and he ignored her. He bought a bottle and then walked out."

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"Tell me where he fucking is!" Sam yelled at the tied down demon.

"You looking for someone, Sammy?" The demon taunted.

Sam punched the demon square in the face. The demon laughed.

More holy water got poured into a hole that was deeply cut into the demon's shoulder.

"You keep talking but I ain't hearing what I need to know," Sam spits at the demon.

Sam's hands were shaking, he hadn't gotten much sleep since Dean's disappearance. He wanted his brother back. No, he needed his brother back.

Sam stabbed the demon with the knife from Ruby that she gave him those years ago.

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"Sam," Castiel appeared in the room.

Sam was nursing a bottle of whiskey and it was nearly gone.

"What?"

"Dean's disappearance is taking a toll on you," the angel said.

"No shit, Cas. He's my brother." Sam chugged another helping of the burning liquor.

"You're drinking yourself to an oblivion. Sam, I'm worried for you."

Sam looked up at the dark haired angel and darkly chuckled.

"You're worried about me?" Cas nodded, a frown forming on his brow.

"Dean is out there probably dying and I can't find him. I can't help him and you're worried about me?" Sam's drunken mind was causing him to lash out, Castiel knew that.

"Sam, this is not your fault."

"It's not? Really? Castiel, I can't find my brother and I have tried everything I can to find any information."

"Torturing monsters, Sam, is not going to bring your brother back."

"What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to the other man.

"You know that these monsters have no information to give."

"No, why are you talking like Dean is dead?" The angel looked hurt.

"Is he dead, Cas?" The word "dead" tasted like acid rolling off Sam's tongue.

"I-"

"Tell me, is he dead Castiel?" Sam yelled. Anger consuming him.

"I don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know? Tell me where he is, Cas."

"Sam, I can't because I DON'T KNOW." Castiel was getting upset. He cared about Dean too and Sam was treating him as if he didn't know that.

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Dean's POV

Dean woke, holding the love of his life. He kissed her cheek, feeling her warmth as she slept beside him. He knew that even though he is having painful memories that he didn't actually have, he could just look at you and know that he is at home. You are his home and he never wants to leave you again. He will not leave you again, no matter what.

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Memory I Don't Mess With (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: dream reality, djinn, ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, mentions of smut (nothing really detailed), kissing, delusions, kinda fluffy, flashbacks.

ITALICS ARE DREAM REALITY

Summary: Dean wakes up to find you alive and he has to make sense of the world around him where he is happy and got the life he always wanted.

His lips touched yours as you get up with the sheet wrapped around your body. Dean's eyes followed you across the room and you hadn't thought to care. He knew that you wanted him to pay attention to you and he was. Either way, he was paying attention. He couldn't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. The way your body moved as you gathered clothes from the shared closet and dresser.

"What are you looking at?" You laugh. Oh, that laugh of yours made him feel things. Happiness. It didn't feel like something that Dean was used too but for some reason, when he was with you, the only thing he could feel was happiness.

"I have to go to work and I won't be home until late tonight," She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Work?"

"Yes, you have work as well." You laughed.

"Right, work." He hadn't the slightest idea what his "job" was.

"All right, bye honey." You kissed his forehead and went to leave the door but Dean's hand grabbed yours.

"What are you doing?" You laughed, not knowing what had gotten into your husband.

"Skip work, stay with me." Dean looked at you with hope in his eyes, hoping that you would call in sick today.

"I can't. I have to go," You ended up back in bed with him, having to call your boss and explain the sudden throb in your head that caused you to not make in today.

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Dean walked around the house as you slept, looking at photos. There were some from your wedding day, the engagement, the gender reveal party you had thrown for both children. The two of you made a beautiful couple and there were pictures of Dean when he first found out about your pregnancy with Jake. His eyes bore into the photo as his own green eyes stared back at him. His face had shown a smile that was big and true.

In that moment, a massive pressure began to form in his head. It felt as if someone was screaming in his ears and he couldn't break free from it.

"DEAN!" The voice called over and over again. There was no end. And just as it began, it stopped. Dean's forehead was drenched in sweat as he shook off the remaining pain.

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Dinner with the family was common and with the kids staying at your parents' house, you and Dean decided to just have a comfortable dinner between the two of you.

Engaging in conversation was pleasant and Dean was truly happy when he watched you smile and laugh at his words. He loved you. Wait, why was he using past tense? You were sitting right in front of him, alive and breathing. Just then, flashes of you dying.

You were running and your eyes went black before your mouth opened, releasing a deep black smoke. Your body then crumbled down out of the window after the smoke went into the floor.

"Dean, Dean are you all right?" Your voice called, panic flooding your tone.

When Dean looked up at you, all he could see was black eyes replacing your normal colored ones. He yelled out for you to get away and leave him alone. His hand was in between the two of you and when you tried to move around the table to him, he collapsed to the floor and scrambled to the wall.

More flashes of your body falling, someone carving out a tattoo from your skin, a man who stood beside him as Dean cried over your lifeless body.

"Stay away from me," He begged. Tears flooding his eyes. He didn't understand. He didn't know why he was seeing these things.

"Honey, I think you need to lay down for a bit." You moved to him and gently grabbed his hand. Soothing a hand down Dean's back, he started to calm down. The two of you started for the bedroom and you both laid down. It was peaceful with the kids being gone and the two of you curled into each other, falling asleep in each other's arms.

What he didn't know was that his brother is searching every warehouse and building that could hold his brother. He tortured any demon, monster, anything that could know where he is.

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