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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄]

synopsis: they ignore you after an argument

characters: xiao, heizou x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries in xiao’s, near death experience in xiao’s, like one or two cuss words in heizou’s

notes: so this is the last part for like a month or so (i’m taking a small break from this series). i’m also only doing two more parts after this, so please don’t send more requests for characters because i already know what the last two will be !

part one (scaramouche and yelan), part two (childe and ayato), part four (kaeya and alhaitham)

Xiao:

Arguments with Xiao were far from uncommon. Even before you were dating him, you knew that he just couldn’t always see things the same way you did.

You were a skilled fighter and a vision holder and you often went out fighting and protecting Liyue yourself, but that didn’t mean you never needed help.

Besides, Xiao had always made it clear that if you ever needed his help to call out for him. Yet, the argument you had with him proved otherwise.

One day, after rescuing you from some overly dangerous monsters, he had brought you back to the Wangshu Inn and ended up scolding you, which later resulted in an argument.

He said you were relying on him way too much. That you could understand, but he had also called you weak and annoyingly over dependent. The minute you had started crying, he fled your shared room and left you alone.

When Xiao had come back that night, you tried your hardest to seem normal around him. You didn’t want him to think you were being dependent anymore, but it’s not like it mattered anyway. The second you tried to talk to him, he walked right past you and went to bed.

You’d hoped that maybe he was just tired and didn’t want to talk, but you were far from right.

When you had woken up the next morning, Xiao wasn’t there. Normally, he’d have breakfast with you, even though he didn’t really like human food, he’d tolerate it for you. But when you walked out, he was gone. No note or anything.

You sighed and ate by yourself, but chose not to mope around. If Xiao thought you were weak, you were going to show him you weren’t.

So after eating, you got all your gear and headed out to the mountains of Liyue in search of some monsters. It took awhile, but you eventually found some pretty difficult ones: several mitachurls, some abyss mages, lots of hilichurls, and even some really big geovishaps.

You jumped down and got to fighting. It was a bit difficult, you could admit that, but it wasn’t hard enough that you hurt yourself. Once you got done, you looked down at all of them, feeling rather accomplished.

“Xiao!” you called out.

No answer.

Your shoulders slumped and a dejected frown formed on your face. It was useless and you were right, he wasn’t going to talk to you. He wouldn’t even listen when you called out his name.

You knew he was mad, but you didn’t think he was that mad.

—

When you got home that night, you found Xiao already home and cleaning up his wounds. You reached your hand out to tap his shoulder, but quickly retreated. There was no point, he would just shrug you off anyway.

Maybe some dinner would get him to talk? You thought.

You sighed, hoping it would work. You were even going to make his favorite, almond tofu.

An hour later when you had finally finished cooking, you called for him to come eat dinner. There was no reply, though. So you called for him again, a little more hesitant this time.

You frowned and grabbed the plate, walking to the door to your shared bedroom, “Xiao?”

When you walked in, he was sitting on the bed, wrapping his arm in a light layer of bandages, “Xiao? What happened?”

No response.

Your eyes dropped to the plate in your hands and you hesitated before speaking again, “I know you don’t really want to talk to me or even look at me right now…but will you at least just eat this food I made you? It’s your favorite.”

You set the plate next to him and he turned to face it, not sparing you a glance. He looked at it for a few more seconds before pushing it far away from him and back toward you.

The slight hope you felt that he might consider eating it quickly crumbled at the sight of him pushing it away. He nearly looked repulsed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, disappointed.

—

The next morning, you decided to not get your hopes up and to just leave Xiao alone. You didn’t know how much longer he was going to continue acting the way he was, but you knew he would give it up at some point.

For hours that day, you fought several monsters and cleared out many of their camps. You were exhausted, but you needed to clear your mind of the argument, and fighting was the only thing helping.

You glanced up at the sky, noticing its darkening colors before looking to your last camp of monsters. Your eyes felt heavy and your chest was heaving from being out of breath, but you knew you had to keep going. Besides, it was your last camp so it wouldn’t be that much extra work.

You cleared them with ease and were packing up some stolen goods you had found to return to the guild later when you suddenly were pushed to the floor.

A sharp stabbing pain entered your side as you were being tossed around on the ground. You couldn’t see anything, but you knew you were being attacked by monsters.

When you were finally able to get back up on your feet, you rushed to kill whatever was attacking you. But more and more just kept coming.

Strike after strike, they just kept coming. Not even your vision could help you at this point.

You screamed out in pain as more sharp pain entered your side. Slashes covered your face and arms and although you didn’t want to, you called for him.

“Xiao!” You screamed out.

No answer.

C’mon, please! I need you…

Tears formed in your eyes as you crumbled to the ground, you weren’t ready for your life to be over. You didn’t even get to make up with Xiao.

But you couldn’t take anymore fighting. There was just too many monsters, too many for a human to handle.

You shut your eyes and curled into a ball, and with your last bit of energy, you tried again, “Xiao, please…”

A green flash was all you saw before something slammed into your head, knocking you out cold.

—

When you woke up, you felt rather disoriented and confused. You were shocked to see you were even still alive. You moved to sit up, still confused as to where you were, but were quickly pushed back down.

“Don’t move,” a rough voice spoke, “You’ll hurt yourself.”

You turned toward the voice, shuddering at the brightness of the room, “…Xiao? Where are we?”

“The Wangshu Inn, I brought you back here last night after you called for me.”

Your face suddenly felt hot and your eyes filled with tears at the realization. Xiao’s face contorted into one of confusion at your tears, if anything, he felt should be the one crying.

“Are you in pain? What’s wrong?” He spoke, alarm evident in his voice as he gently placed an arm on your shoulder.

“Nothing…I just,” you paused to breath, “You were ignoring me and I thought you weren’t going to show up. I thought I was going to die, and I only proved your point. You were right, I’m weak and I depend on you too much. Archons, I’m so sorry you had to save me again-”

You were cut off by his lips on yours. Xiao wasn’t normally so bold, but he didn’t know how else to shut you up.

When he retreated, he gently wiped off the hot tears on your face, “You do not have any reason to be sorry. I am at fault for saying you need to stop depending on me. You are my s/o, and it’s my job to protect you too. So…I apologize.”

The room was silent for a few moments before you began giggling to yourself.

“Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?”

You wiped your face as you calmed down, “No, no! It’s just, I’ve never seen you be so..gentle and sincere before. It’s kinda funny.”

“I am not gentl- stop laughing. I don’t see what’s so funny.” he crossed his arms with a frown.

“Calm down, Xiao, I accept your apology and…it is a little funny,” you smiled.

Xiao wanted to tell you off again, scold you for calling him gentle or soft, but he just couldn’t. Not when you looked so happy. The guilt that filled his heart before washed over him once more, he couldn’t stand to ever ignore you again.

You and your smile were worth far too much to him to ever be so childish again.

Heizou:

When Heizou and you began dating, you were sure you guys would get into arguments all the time.

Shockingly enough, you didn’t. In fact, arguments between you and him were quite rare. Heizou is a pretty easy going guy, so it wasn’t often there was major conflict between the two of you.

Usually it was just something stupid or funny like who was going to have to cook dinner or do the laundry.

The only problem was, when you did seriously argue, it got bad. They were usually pretty intense and got bitter very quick, often resulting in you guys saying untrue and overly mean things to each other.

The argument you had last night was one of those - the bitter and intense ones. You had brought up the fact that you didn’t like how flirty he was with other people, despite being with you. But he was in a bad mood from work and quickly lashed out on you.

He was quick to call you insecure, jealous, and stupid for overthinking. He even had the nerve to scoff when you started crying before leaving to go to bed for the night without resolving the issue.

The following day, you weren’t really sure what to do with yourself. You wanted to talk to Heizou, apologize and fix what happened, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Besides, you weren’t so sure he was eager to fix anything himself either, especially seeing as he had already left for work without so much as a kiss goodbye or mentioning he was going to leave.

For a long time, you had known Heizou to be the type of guy to just let things boil until they nearly spilled over, but it scared you to see the way he was going to handle this. He never really stayed mad for too long, so it was odd to see him blatantly ignore and avoid you that morning.

Apologies or not, you couldn’t mope around all day, anyway. You still had a job in the main city and couldn’t just stay home because you were upset.

You worked at Uyuu Restaurant, and though you loved your job, it was always dull on the days that there was hardly anyone dining there. You sighed as you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, your head resting on your propped up arm — just a few more hours and then you could have your lunch break.

When your lunch break finally did come, you became a bit nervous. Usually your detective boyfriend would come and bring you lunch and you guys would have lunch together outside the restaurant, but he never showed today.

You weren’t sure you even wanted to see him, but was he seriously not even going to bring you food? Sure, you could eat at the restaurant since you worked there, but you were tired of their food since you ate so much of it when you first began working there.

Heizou also mentioned once that he preferred you eat home cooked food opposed to restaurant food all the time. But really you knew it was just an excuse to have lunch you everyday on your break, not like you minded though.

Your eyes snapped to the clock once more, only 15 minutes left and your break was over. Your shoulders dropped in disappointment. Heizou wasn’t going to show.

You almost felt like you had just been stood up on a date. Even the way the owner and your boss glanced at you with sad eyes made it feel like that. But you ignored it and kept your head down as you untied your apron and left.

You preferred Heizou’s cooked food a million more times over anything purchased from a restaurant or food stand, but you had no choice today. You wandered around the main street for a bit before settling on a small food stand and picking up a quick lunch.

As you walked off with your food, you thought about maybe eating outside where you and your boyfriend normally ate, but decided against it. You didn’t really want to be reminded of him right now.

For now, you would just have to eat quickly and get back to your boring old work for the day.

—

When your shift ended, you felt so relieved. Today was so incredibly boring you nearly wanted to scream in the restaurant or go outside and beg people to eat there so you would have something, anything to do.

You said your goodbyes and goodnights to the owner and the other staff as you walked out of the empty restaurant. All you wanted was a warm delicious meal and a nice bath. Maybe you could even cuddle with Heizou for a bit-

Oh yeah..Heizou…the argument. You had completely forgotten all about it.

You felt your mood drop at the reminder of it all. Your eyes remained on the ground as you continued walking, the argument from last night replaying a million times throughout your mind.

“Wow, Mio, you really made all of these yourself? You are so talented, you should tell me more sometime.”

Your eyes snapped up at the voice and you felt your feet stop walking, it was as though you were frozen in place.

“Oh, Mr. Shikanoin, you are too kind,” Mio blushed.

“How could I not be when I’m talking to someone so pretty?” he said smoothly, you even heard Mio giggle, “Tell you what, you give me some information on a certain customer and…”

Your boyfriend’s words were suddenly drowned out and you felt dizzy. You tell him you hate the way he flirts with other people, he lashes out on you and ignores you, and then you find him flirting with someone else..again?

How were you supposed to listen to that?

“Um..Mr. Shikanoin, I apologize, but is that someone you know?” Mio asked warily.

He turned over in the direction she pointed at, his flirtatious smile falling off his face at the sight of you standing just a mere five feet away with tears flowing down your face.

“…Y/n?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t, “Forget it.”

“Hey! Y/n wait, come back!” he shouted as he ran after you.

You were quick, but he eventually caught up to you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned you around to face him, but you shrugged him off.

“Leave me alone, Heizou. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Okay, but I want to talk to you..” he gently spoke.

“Really? Now you want to speak to me?!” you faced him, tears continuing to stream down your now flushed face, “You ignore me all day and now that I don’t want to talk to you, you stop? That’s not fair, you made me feel like shit last night for expressing my concerns and then I find you flirting with someone else again!”

“It’s not what you think-”

“I don’t care what it is, okay?” you stuttered out, “Just…leave me alone.”

You turned to walk away from him and to your shared house. You reached up a hand to cover your mouth to contain your sobs, but it was no use, they escaped anyway.

Two arms quickly made their way around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Even though you didn’t want to, you melted into him, sobs muffled by your head against Heizou’s chest.

“Shhhh…it’s okay,” Heizou cooed, “I know you don’t want to see me right now, but I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said last night, okay? I was just in a bad mood, but that doesn’t make it okay for me to say things like that.”

Heizou moved to sit you guys down on a nearby bench under a tree before continuing, “I’m sorry for not listening to you and ignoring you like that. And I’m sorry for going off and flirting with Ogura Mio, even though it was part of an investigation. I should’ve listened to you and respected your wishes, so I’ll stop flirting with other people. I just want you to know that I never meant any of it, I only ever did it to find out information for cases.”

You wiped your eyes as you leaned on his shoulder, staring out at the city, “You’re going to have to make it up to me, you know?”

“Seriously? I just give you that heart-felt apology and your already demanding stuff from me?” he joked, and you half-heartedly laughed.

“Yep, you owe me. I want cuddles every night and you’re cooking for me everyday, all three meals for the next month,” you smirked, “Until then, I don’t forgive you.”

Heizou jokingly rolled his eyes before smiling down at you, “Fine, fine! C’mon, let’s go home.”

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changetyre · 9 months

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HE MADE ME FEEL DIRTY (DR3) Ⓢ Ⓦ

SUMMARY: Work has been hell for you ever since your breakup with your ex boyfriend. His fragile masculinity making him want to shout out to the world it was all your fault and no one should want to come close to you. (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)

WARNINGS: STDs, toxic relationships, insecurities, cheating, terribly written soft smut. This one is also a little on the longer side ;) and also not proofread ;(

A/N: First time I write a longer story on here ;) lmk if you like it.

It all started when your boyfriend had slowly become more and more distant from you. You hadn't been dating that long but there was a moment everything changed and from then you couldn't even remember the last time you were even intimate with him, having to satisfy yourself with toys and your own hands for the past 2 months.

He came home one day furious and you didn't understand why but to be honest this was the most interaction you'd had with him in a while. He shoved past you, ignoring your questions before he started packing his clothes.

"What are you doing? What happened?!" You shouted for the umpteenth time.

"What happened is that I had to take a blood test at work today and it came back positive for an STD! This is all your fault!" He yelled.

It took you a second to truly comprehend what he'd said. You had been forced to take the blood test as well but yours came back clean so you knew that only meant one thing but why was he blaming you?

Several people found out. The gossip spread like wildfire in a team like that. But he had a plan, he was so embarrassed by his results and everyone found out that he started blaming you, amongst his friends he called you a whore, and he claimed you cheated on him and that was the reason he caught it, victimizing himself and placing the blame entirely on you.

Work was hell after that, people eyed you, judge you, and all of a sudden people treated you like you were highly contagious, avoiding you, even those who claimed to be your friends.

So when one day one of your co-workers, some would even claim the most important one, approached you and starts talking to you, you were completely startled and taken aback as was everyone else around you.

Daniel Ricciardo just a few days after his first day in office had opted for making conversation with you.

"I'm Daniel." He extended his hand out to you in the cafeteria. You looked down at his hand hesitating, you could feel everyone's gaze on you and it was like the whole building went silent as they witnessed the interaction.

"y/n." You took his hand. You had to admit it made you feel uncomfortable not because of him but because you'd been deprived of touch and attention for so long that it felt wrong.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" He then asked as he grabbed some food for himself.

"Uhm, are you sure?" You were still hesitant. Why was he doing this? Surely he'd heard what everyone said about you.

But Daniel wasn't afraid of what people thought, he knew exactly what it felt like to have everyone treat you like the ugly duckling.

During your first interaction, you only gave short and quick replies to him not being used to the attention for so long but also not wanting him to ruin his own reputation by talking to you. To be fair you'd lost so much trust in people a part of you felt like it was all a joke.

But as days, turn to weeks and weeks turn to months and Daniel keeps talking to you every day you grow close, and it's only long after that you realize how real your friendship is.

Daniel never gives up talking to you, he hasn't admitted it to you yet but he finds you gorgeous, funny, and interesting.

You were eating lunch at the paddock one afternoon when your mind began spiraling once again and you finally built up the courage to ask Daniel what you'd been wanting to do since the first day he spoke to you. "Danny, why do you talk to me?"

"What?" Daniel was confused by your question.

"C, mon you're not blind, you can see you're the only person in this team who talks to me. And I know you've heard the rumors so why do you talk to me?" you set your fork down and looked at him waiting for an answer.

He set his cutlery down too. "I have heard the rumors." he began.

You looked down, embarrassment consuming you despite the fact that you knew your innocence.

"But I don't give a shit." he shrugged. "For all I care, it's all bullshit, and even if it wasn't I don't care. You're kind, compassionate, funny, gorgeous, and incredible and that's all that matters to me."

You didn't expect Daniel's reply and you felt overwhelmed. "I-" You were speechless.

"Listen I don't know what happened. But I'm ready to listen whenever you want to tell me." Daniel had reached over grabbing your hand across the table.

You weren't sure why but his words made you emotional. Someone was finally willing to listen after so long. You felt tears begin to prickle in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I have to go." You got up wiping your eye quickly before Daniel could notice before you practically ran way from him.

But Daniel noticed. He saw the way your words got caught in your throat and he saw the way you wiped the tears from your eyes but this only prompted him to seek you out more.

___

You stood under the shower letting the water fall over you. You were stuck in your thoughts about what Daniel had said this afternoon. No one had spoken to you like that in a long time and you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone care.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard knocking at your hotel room door. You shut off the water listening out, maybe the knocking wasn't on your door. But then there it was again, louder and more persistent.

You stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around yourself. You walked to your hotel door and opened it slightly peaking your head around.

"Daniel?" You weren't exactly sure why you were surprised to see him, it wasn't unusual for him to come visit you at your hotel room or vice versa but given your last conversation you thought he might want to avoid you for a while.

He looked like he had something on his mind and this was confirmed when he opened the door wide pushing past you.

"Look y/n I'm sorry if I said something that I shouldn't have before and I know I said that I would give you time to tell me your story whenever you felt ready but..."

Daniel stopped himself once he saw you hugging your chest trying to cover yourself up as much as you could.

"Oh..." you didn't miss the way his eyes scanned your body. "I'm sorry I didn't know-" He turned around facing away from you.

Although you knew he did it out of respect you weren't able to push away the thought that he turned away out of repulsion. You rushed into the bathroom and pulled on a bathrobe around your body.

"Daniel, what are you doing here?" You finally spoke signaling for him that he could turn around.

He turned around and you saw his eyes scan your body once more, you almost thought you could see a look of disappointment in his eyes which only made you more conscious. Was he expecting you to be fully dressed?

"I didn't mean to push earlier." he spoke finally looking into your eyes. "But I care about you and I've tried to be patient but I can't hide it anymore-" he took a pause.

Nerves filled your stomach. Nothing positive realistically came to mind. "It's okay- I understand you wanna get away from me..." you began, your voice shaky

"Wait what?" Daniel asked confused.

"You stuck with me longer than most people do, but I get it he talked to you, you believed him, and I don't blame you because-" You avoided his eyes

"Hey hey stop what are you talking about-" Daniel walked closer and grabbed your face between his hands gently. "Why would you think that." He wiped his thumbs under your eyes making you realize you had started crying.

"He talked to you? He told you I cheated? Told you I gave him an STD and I'm a who-"

"Shhh." He interrupted you before you could finish. "stop that." Daniel pulled you into his chest. "Don't say that, whatever he said I don't care for it, I only care for you." He reassured you. He held you tightly but once you realized you were only in your bathrobe you started feeling self-conscious once more.

It only sunk in now, coming to realize how being treated dirty for so long has made you feel dirty in your head, you’re scared of people touching you, Daniel touching you despite knowing you never did anything wrong in the first place. Your ex, he made you feel dirty.

You pull away and Daniel notices the sudden shift in your attitude, the way you pull your robe a little closer to yourself, almost as if you were trying to hide in it.

"Why do you do that?" This time Daniel decided not to keep quiet.

"Do what?" You weren't actually sure what he meant.

"Why do you hide from me?" He asked again.

Your eyes snapped up to his, not having been confronted about this ever. "I don't know what-"

"Don't do that." Daniel said sternly but not aggressively.

You just stared at him, you could tell he wasn't going to let this know, he'd come here with a mission and you had a strong feeling it had to do with making you open up.

"I feel disgusting." Your voice broke. "He made me feel so dirty, and gross and people have avoided me so much, they've avoided touching me for so long that it doesn't feel okay anymore, like....like I'm not allowed to be touched anymore," you revealed.

Daniel wondered if you could hear his heart shatter in his chest if you could see the way his chest tightened at hearing your words. The mix of anger and hurt about what someone had done to you, someone so beautiful and pure as you. He wanted nothing but to wrap you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you until he could make you see the woman he saw.

"Let me touch you," Daniel whispered, softly as if not trying to scare you away.

As much as your body screamed to be touched by him you couldn't shake off the discomfort your mind caused. "Daniel I-"

"Please." He pleaded, stepping closer but not reaching out to you yet. "Please let me show you how wrong you are, let me be the one to help you put back what he broke and make you art with my hands."

You just looked at him again, his words were enough to cause all sorts of emotions to flutter in you. And despite your mind telling you to run your heart and body fought harder, giving him a small nod.

Daniel walked closer reaching out to scoop your face in his hands once again. He didn't miss the way your breath hitched and your eyebrows furrowed slightly at the contact.

He was so gentle, stroking your cheeks before his other hands slowly made their way around you pulling you closer to him by your waist.

Your face was so close to his, the closest it had been to another person in what felt like forever it half excited you and half scared you.

"You're so beautiful," Daniel whispered to you before he closed the gap between the both of you planting his lips on yours.

You let out a moan as soon as he began moving his lips, it almost embarrassed you and you would've pulled away if it wasn't for Daniel's hand sliding to the back of your neck and pulling you closer.

For Daniel, it was hard, not because of anything you imagined but because he had been so desperate for this for so long, wanting nothing but to be able to feel you, to taste you and it was almost embarrassing for him how quickly he got turned on by that simple moan that it became evident in his pants.

He began planting kisses across your jaw and down your neck. "Look at what you do to me," He whispered.

You looked down and saw what he was talking about and the smirk that appeared on your lips made you realize the boost of confidence this gave you.

This was enough for you to feel okay with reaching out to Daniel, intertwining your fingers in his curls, and gripping his shirt to pull him closer to you.

"Please make me feel good." You pulled Daniel back up to face you and your words not only took him by surprise but you too.

Daniel wasted no time scooping you in his arms as he walked further into your hotel room and placed you in the center of the bed.

In a quick motion, he removed his shirt chucking it across the room. Your mouth watered at the sight of Daniel's sculpted body that you couldn't help but reach out to feel his body with your own fingers, tracing the squares down his body.

Daniel let out of grown that made the space between your legs tingle. "Don't be such a tease." he leaned down to continue his trail of kisses down your neck.

You giggled but it was soon replaced by a big sigh as Daniel's finger slipped under the collar of the robe pushing it to the side as he began kissing down your collarbone and further and further down.

He got up once again to remove his pants which had now become painfully tight around his legs leaving only his boxers.

"Here." He went to undo the knot that held the robe together but not before looking into your eyes for approval.

Once again your mind tried talking you out of it but you had never felt so sure of anything in your life and you knew you'd be okay, he'd take care of you so once again you gave him a nod of approval.

Daniel pulled the lace that held the robe together and undid it. He then pushed the two sides of the robe apart presenting you completely bare to him. Daniel didn't stop until the robe was completely off you and it joined the rest of his clothes on the ground.

Your arms and hands instinctively went across your body trying to cover yourself.

"Don't hide." Daniel reminded you gently prying your hands off yourself and gently pining them beside you by intertwining his fingers with yours and keeping them in place down on the bed.

He didn't give your mind time to wonder much longer as he continued his mission of kissing your entire body occasionally licking stripes on the way down that had your mind in a haze.

"You ready?" Daniel asked.

And you looked up to realize he was now in between your legs. Once again nodding Daniel continued.

He licked a stripe across your folds which made your chest rise.

"Daniel please-" You begged feeling no shame this time at the desperation in your voice.

"shh, I'll take care of you." he whispered causing his breath to hit your now most sensitive area. Goosebumps filled your entire body.

But he did, he laid another lick along your folds before diving deeper, sucking on your bud for a few seconds before licking it in all sort of directions.

You were a moaning mess above him, squeezing his hands tightly which were still intertwined with yours. You felt Daniel release on of your hands before you felt it grab one of your breasts and he began to flick your nipple with caused an overwhelming sensation across your body.

"Dan....I...I can'-t" you physically couldn't form a sentence, your entire body was consumed in pleasure.

"Yes, you can baby just let go." Daniel could feel the way your pussy twitched on his lips and he knew you were close.

"Oh my...I'm gonna-" You weren't even able to finish before you had let out a guttural moan, your back arching off the bed as your legs shivered from the first orgasm you'd had in way too long, you were sure not even your ex had ever given you an orgasm like this one in your entire relationship.

Once you were coming down from your high Daniel was already above you and in front of you placing soft kisses on your cheek and jaw. "You okay?" He asked with so much care in his voice.

You laughed. You knew you must have looked dazed but the adoration in his eyes was hard to miss which caused you to blush. "Yeah. More than okay." You admitted.

Daniel laid beside you but his body was still turned to yours.

"I want more." you realized Daniel was willing to submit his own pleasure just so you would feel comfortable, so you wouldn't feel pushed but your body ached to feel more of him.

"You don't have to, we can take it slow." Daniel stroked your hair back reassuring you.

"No Daniel, please." You leaned closer to him, your legs crossing with his and you could feel his hard member against your leg. "Please fuck me," you whispered against his lips.

Daniel thought he couldn't get turned on even more but after hearing your words he couldn't hold back anymore. He brought you closer into a deep sloppy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance.

He angled your leg up and over his waist, as he slotted himself between you, he lined himself up with you and luckily you were wet enough that he knew you didn't need lube.

But as soon as you felt his tip close to you those insecurities rose again. "Daniel you don't have a condom." You pointed out, you didn't actually need him to wear one but you wanted to make sure he realized what he was doing.

"I trust you." He looked straight into your eyes as he said so. "But if you want me to put one on I can.

It was hard to believe someone could be so kind to you, it was hard to believe someone could care so much about what you thought after being treated the opposite for so long. You shook your head.

You nodded once again for the night. "Keep going." You voiced.

Daniel brought you into a kiss again before pushing in trying to distract your mind from the sting you would feel. He was slow making sure your walls adjusted to him inch by inch listening to your moans as indications to keep going until he was fully in you.

He waited for your signal to move.

"Fuck me, Daniel." You sighed against his chest.

He began thrusting slowly, hearing your sighs of pleasure, watching and feeling the way you scratched his back and chest in pleasure.

"You like that baby?" He knew you did, he could hear and feel you did but he still wanted to hear it straight from you.

"Yeah." You moaned. "Please faster." you begged.

Daniel propped himself up on his arm before slowly turning you around so he was over you, making sure not to pull out at any point. Once you were on your back he leaned his arms on either side of your head and began thrusting into you deeper and faster.

"Oh, sh*t." You cursed as the pleasure only intensified.

"Ah, baby I'm gonna cum." Daniel moaned, the new angle proving too much for him.

"Me too." You confessed. "Sh*t."

Daniel tried to hold on until you finished so that he could continue and luckily he was able to.

"I'm cumming!" You announced and he could see the way your body shivered under him, feeling you clench around him which was making it almost impossible for him to hold on, after he could tell your orgasm was done he pulled out.

He was ready to cum on your stomach but was completely taken aback when you quickly sat up pulling him closer and into your mouth.

As soon as your lips touched his dick he came inside your mouth, grunting at each spurt that pulsed out of his member watching you take all of it in your mouth.

"Fuck that's hot." He groaned at the last drips that came out of him, watching you lick his tip clean before swallowing.

"Yum." You licked your lips clean with a smile on your face.

"Fuck I love you," Daniel spoke before collapsing beside you.

"What?" You propped yourself up on your elbows to face him.

"What?" Daniel was confused.

"What did you say?" your heart was beating fast again and it wasn't just because of the amazing sex you'd just had.

"Oh." Daniel's eyes widened realizing the words that had come out of his mouth. "Oh, sh*t that wasn't supposed to happen like that."

"Wait, do you mean it?" You sat up this time.

Daniel joined you sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Daniel couldn't help but smile at your incredulity of his words despite everything you'd just done. He pulled you onto his lap.

"Of course I mean it. I love you and I've been trying to find a way to tell you for a while now." He confessed. "And this wasn't the way I planned it, it was definitely more romantic." he laughed.

You were in disbelief, overwhelmed by all the emotions that flooded your mind and body. You couldn't find the words to reply to Daniel, to let him know the way he made you feel so you simply leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't sloppy, it wasn't deep but it was soft and slow as if you were communicating everything to him through it.

You pulled away needing to breathe. "I love you." you finally whispered back. "I love you so much." You watched the way his lips curled into a smile.

"Thank you for trusting me." He hugged you into his chest.

"Thank you for believing me." You thanked him back finding warmth and safety against his chest.

Yes, despite the fact that you finally felt loved again, you once again felt comfortable within yourself you knew one thing. You wanted no one else in the world to touch you or to look at you this way again except for Daniel.

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Brother's Beloved Bestfriend | Daniel Ricciardo (part ii)

Warnings: Public(ish), unprotected sex. (please cap it before you tap it.

part i !!

part iii !!

Daniel was a lot of things; respectful being one of them. He’d always made everyone around him comfortable, and always looked out for them. So even though he was confused and hurt, he respected whatever decision you had made; you knew what was best for you and if that meant completely cutting him off, then he’d respect that too.

Except now here you two were again, two years later. Here you were, passing by him everyday, all the time, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing the necklace he gave you. He thought he had gotten over it, that somehow he had moved on with no closure, but he hadn’t. How could he have thought that when last summer when you weren't here and your parents told him to sleep in your room he touched himself thinking of you? Your sheets smelled like you faintly and the whole room reminded him of the night you two had spent together, and it all piled on to be too much to control himself. To be fair, he knew he could have gotten by a night or two without air conditioning, but the idea of sleeping in your room was almost too good to pass. Did he feel awful after doing it? Yes, he felt like a creep, but it wasn’t something he was willing to admit to anyone anyways.

He wasn’t an idiot though, he could see how nervous you were, and how your stare would linger when you thought he wasn’t looking. He was also fully aware of how your eyes would light up with expectation anytime you two would be alone- which had surprisingly increased a lot the past few days- he knew you wanted him to bring the topic up, but to be fair he really was looking for the right time. There wasn’t a moment where he wouldn’t want to pull you away into a quiet room and ask you why you did what you did. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt by what you did, but some part of him knew you well enough to know why; he knew you’d freak out over having to explain it to your family and secretly, Daniel wasn’t looking forward to that either. He could convince himself into claiming that he understood why you cut him off and didn’t want to pursue your very very obvious feelings, but what irked him the most was the lack of confrontation. He had his hesitations too, obviously; you were much younger than him, you were his bestfriends’ sister, your family had been so kind to him, the list went on- but he didn’t cold turkey you.

Now, waking up to you practically throwing a tantrum over having nothing to wear for some family event in the evening, made him realize that it was going to have to be today. He had to bite the bullet and say the words he'd been meaning to say all these months. He knew no one would be home till evening, so now would be a great opportunity to finally talk to you. To solve your pressing problem, he decided to do you a favor and take you shopping, you so clearly seemed to need it.

Your brother had been complaining about how weird you had been acting the past few days, and Daniel knew why. He knew exactly why you’d been throwing such an attitude around the past few days and why you seemed so sullen half the time, when usually, you’d be the best company around the house.

“What about this one?” he asked, pulling something blue off the rack, “I know you like blue.”

“Yeah, the color is nice, but I don’t know if I like it.” You pouted.

He pursed his lips, getting a hold of the dress by his other hand, which was already struggling to hold several other hangers. You two had been shopping since 11 a.m, and it was nearly 2 p.m now and you had finally found a store with clothes that seemed to interest you. He was patient with you, he really was, but at this point you both had scanned the whole mall and were exhausted. Kudos to him and his f1 driver stamina, because now you were certain you were the problem.

“Okay, this is nice.” He commented, pulling a red dress from the rack. How cliche. “Be a doll and go try these on.”

He had managed to contain the flirty comments for the past few days, but now he was tired and couldn’t stop imagining you in all these dresses. The tension had built up so high between you two in the past few days that Daniel was certain if either one of you didn’t act on it soon, it would turn suffocating really fast. He was hoping to sit you down at home after your shopping trip and talk to you, but at this point you two would reach back to a not so empty home.

You had been in the changing room for a while, which wasn’t surprising since Daniel had thrown a heap of dresses for you to try. He was on the lower floor of the store, sifting carelessly through the racks when he thought of checking in on you. Moving upstairs he had noted how the store barely had any workers. The thoughts going through Daniels’ head were certainly inappropriate, prompting him to clear his throat to distract himself as he reached the changing rooms.

“You done there? What’s taking so long?”

The sudden voice startled you, you had just taken off the second last dress and were onto the last red one- standing in nothing but your bra and panties, you let out a shriek when you heard the voice.

“Jesus, it’s just me.” Daniel said, voice lower now so as to not scare you further.

“Yeah, um almost.”

“Alright let me see-”

“NO!” You shrieked again, afraid that he’d walk in on you naked, “Give me a minute, oh my God.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry stop screaming.” He said, stepping back to sit on a stool the store had so kindly left out for people in his position.

God, the thought of you naked and in a changing room had integrated the thousands of thoughts that ran through his head. It didn’t help to note that your shrieking and screaming hadn’t alerted anyone from the store either. God, this was wrong, this was so so wrong- yet, it didn’t feel all that wrong either, especially with how you were looking at him today. He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts, this was wrong and he wasn’t going to act out on it. He had to stop thinking about bending you over in front of the mirror and-

“Alright, this is the one.” You announced, opening the door to the little cubicle.

And god, what a sight you were- that little red dress hugging your every curve, the color complimenting your skin tone. Whatever they said about little red dresses couldn’t have been more true, it was at this moment did Daniel realize why the cliches existed in the first place, you looked divine. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of you, he knew all the dresses were great, despite not having seen them, but this one took the icing off the cake. It was just managing to hit the half-thigh mark, revealing your bare legs to him, and all he could think about was how those legs felt wrapped around him, bringing him closer into you.

“Oi, are you even listening?” You asked, snapping your fingers at him.

He looked frustratingly attractive, sitting on that chair with his legs spread open, his back leaning lower on the chair, his crotch displayed on highlight. He looked a little tired, but the moment you opened the door, his eyes shifted, glazing over every inch of your body, taking you in from head to toe, careful as to not miss a single inch of skin- covered or not. He was sitting there, legs spread open, looking at you like a starved man. You couldn’t deny it- you were turned on- he looked so good you couldn’t help but rub your thighs at the thoughts that were running through your brain. The way his eyes scanned you from top to bottom made your knees weak, his once cheery expression was gone, his face now portraying some sort of lust that seemed so primal in nature that you were convinced he was willing to fuck you right there and then- and you were not going to complain. With the way you both were looking at each other, you knew exactly where this was going. Your eyes didn’t break contact with his as he got up, slowly covering the distance between you two, his tongue passing over his lips momentarily. If there was any doubt or denial, it needed to have been expressed by either party now.

Your previous hesitations had dissolved over the course of the past few days, seeing Daniel again had reignited all the past emotions you had felt, all the sadness, attraction, happiness, anger and all other possible emotions had resurfaced, bubbling in you and making you more miserable than you’d want to be. You knew how good he felt now, you knew that you were both on the same page at some point, that one equilibrium point where you both had wanted each other enough to act out on it. You knew he had to have liked you a little bit- or atleast enough to want to fuck you, but seeing how he’d look at you now made you realise there was something more, you both were still on the same page, especially now that he was in such close proximity of you.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered, not breaking eye contact, face now mere inches from yours. His thumb got a hold of your chin, gently pulling your face up to look at him.

You nodded frantically, losing all possible hesitations as your hands started working on undressing yourself. You obviously knew where this was going, but you really liked the dress and didn’t want to have to look for another.

“Yeah, just like that, good girl.” He encouraged, a smile prancing on his lips.

Grabbing a hold of your hips, he turned you around to face the mirror, assisting you in removing the dress, gently putting it aside as he kicked the trial room door closed. His hands made their way up and down your body, one of them draping over your shoulder, massaging your boob in his hand. You could see his arm flex, making his tattoos move as he massaged you, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He whispered, locking eyes with yours in the mirror.

This was something you’d noticed around the first time, and you noticed it now too; his accent got deeper when he’d be turned on, and apart from the fact that it turned you on, it also was a reminder of how often his voice had done this in the past few days, the thought making you grind your nearly bare ass on his clothed crotch, moaning a little at the friction mixed with the pleasure his lips were pressing onto your neck. He hissed a bit when you ground your ass harder, making his other arm snake its way to your panties.

He started off slow, looking at you in the mirror frequently to catch any discomfort in your expression. Your face was a pretty clear giveaway that you didn’t mind, but your sopping core was a pretty good sign too.

“Baby, you’re sure about this right?” He asked, two fingers lingering at your entrance.

“Mhm, yes Danny please.” Now you weren’t sure whether to grind into his hand or onto his crotch- both feelings too good for you to pick between one.

“If I wasn’t going crazy right now, I’d make you beg for it.” He mumbled, lips against your neck.

You moaned as his fingers slipped in easily, not realizing how wet you were, just glad that he was finally fucking you. He started a little slow, holding on to the little bit of restraint he had in him, but the moment you started moaning his name around him, he lost all possible decorum- pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them a little to hit your g-spot, making you moan even louder. Even after two years, he knew how to make you feel so fucking good. Though he had lost all possible decorum, you hadn’t- still aware of the fact that you two were in a public space, you clamped your mouth shut with one of your hands, the other reaching back to hold onto him as he picked up pace, thrusting his fingers harder into you, prompting you to arch your back. Your orgasm was building up fast, you had wanted this for so long you couldn’t hold yourself together.

“D-danny, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, come on be a good girl.” His voice had dropped so low, he was almost growling.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you felt your stomach tighten as your back arched further into his touch, your orgasm rushing through you, making you moan loud enough for your hand to barely be able to control it.

Your body slumped against his while you came down from your high, your eyes watering just a bit from how strong the orgasm was. Looking at him in the mirror made you shift a little, realizing that he was holding you up straight, eyes locked into yours, lips now leaving sloppy kisses on your shoulder. He was still fully clothed, his appearance not having faltered one bit as he managed to give you one of the best orgasms you had felt in the past two years.

“You alright darling?” He asked, looking over at your face again to detect any signs of discomfort.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” You sighed, feeling his warmth against your bare body.

“Hm, good.” He whispered, turning you around to face him, lips crashing into yours in a kiss that had been prolonged for far too long. His hands firmly held onto your waist as yours moved upwards,one pulling his face closer and the other resting on the back of his neck.

“Danny lemme-” You began when you two pulled away, trying to squiggle out of his grip and onto your knees to deal with the pressing bulge in his pants.

“No, no darling, I need to fuck you.” His voice was low, but his face was so close to yours that you could feel his lips move against the sweat trickling down the side of your face.

You nodded as a response, your words having left you completely. You knew how badly you both needed this, body still slightly quivering from your first orgasm, you kissed him again, this time allowing your hands to wander around his body, and eventually pulling his shirt off. You didn’t know how much time you had before a store employee would walk in, so you both worked fast. He turned you around again, making you face the mirror, his hand pushed on your lower back as the other wrapped around the front of your waist, prompting you to bend over. He undid his buckle, shimmying out of his jeans and watching as his hard cock pressed against your now bare ass. Your movements were involuntary as your ass began grinding against him again, your hands propping themselves against the mirror for support. Looking at him through the mirror was a sight, his hair was ruffled because of the shirt you had thrown off, his eyes focused on his dick that was inches away from where you both needed it. If you turned your head a bit you could see his thigh tattoo, which you were focusing on when you suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain ripple through your cheek, making you gasp and look up at Daniel. His hand soothed the stinging skin, moving down to align himself with you, looking at you one last time for reassurance after which he slammed himself into you.

The sudden entrance made you gasp, not having been given enough time to adjust as he began slamming into you. The little cubicle filled with the noise of skin slapping against skin, accompanied by moans and grunts from the both of you.

“Is this what you wanted huh?” He asked, hands gripping so tightly onto your waist, you were sure he’d leave marks, “God, I’ve wanted you for so. Fucking. Long.”

Each word of his was punctuated by his thrusts, and you had absolutely no doubt in his statement- with the way he was animalistically fucking into you, you were certain that he needed you just as bad as you needed him. You could feel your second orgasm tighten its way in your core. You were surprised at how fast he was going to make you cum again, his dick was huge, sure, but this was almost embarrassing. You could hear your moans change in tempo as your orgasm rushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re close again aren’t you? I’m gonna make you cum again, aren’t I?” He asked, a smirk painted on his face, knowing that you were in no state to give him any answer.

You nodded, eyes desperately locking into his and barely being able to stay open.

“Beg for it baby, beg for release.”

Your whine was low, almost drowned in the noise your hips were making when they’d collide with his. But you managed, to the best of your abilities, to bring some words out.

“D-dan please, please let me cum. I wanna cum on you.”

“Fuck yes, there’s my good girl.” He grunted, hips maintaining the perfect pace as his hand found its way to your clit, rubbing frantic circles, “Cum for me baby, cum on my dick.”

The second orgasm ripped through you, way harsher than the fist, your hand clamped around your mouth to try to control the pornographic moans that slipped from your lips. Your walls clamped around him, your hips quivering as you moaned his name behind your hand. He didn’t stop at that, continuing to pound into you at a much more rapid pace than before, both hands on your waist again, holding you up at this point as your body almost crumpled at the overstimulation. He didn’t go on for too long, your orgasm helping him reach his high with the way your walls were clamping and quivering around him, and the way your hand was muffling your noises. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off for too long to begin with, knowing that he'd thought about your perfect body for so many nights.

"Darling where do you want me to cum?" He asked, words spitting out at a faster rate than usual.

"Inside me." You whined, your cunt aching now with how sensitive it was.

He didn't have time to think of anything else, the idea of cumming deep inside you had completely pushed him over the edge, hips stuttering as he came, pushing his seed deep in you.

“Fuck.” He whispered, looking down at your ass as he came down from his high, pulling out with a final groan.

You smiled, completely blissed out from the orgasms and the feeling of his cum trickling out of your entrance. He felt as good as he did the first time, making you mentally curse at yourself for ever thinking you could replace this feeling with some stupid guys from your college. You bit your slightly swollen lip, as you turned to kiss him, arms wrapping around him. This time around the kiss was more gentle, his hands slowly going up your spine.

“I missed you, y’know.” He said, pulling away and leaning down to pick your clothes up.

“Hm?” You asked, pulling your clothes onto yourself.

“Oh come on, don’t be surprised. I thought I made my feelings pretty clear about you that first night around.” He chuckled, adjusting his pants back on.

“We are not having this conversation right now Daniel.” you replied, gesturing towards the clothes behind you two.

“Shit, yea we need to get going.” He mumbled, eyes widening a bit at the realization of the time.

Daniel had obviously insisted on paying for all the dresses you had tried on, despite your efforts and reminders that you only needed one dress. He was smiling at you the whole time, even holding your hand when your face turned red as you realized that all the store employees were looking at you two weird, they knew, of course they knew.

“Shit, I have three missed calls from your brother.” He said as he buckled himself in the driver's seat. “I’ll text him back.”

You hummed, now that you were in your senses you had to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation that was to come. You’d been thinking about it for the past few days, but now actually having to execute it seemed like a daunting task. Seeing your hands fidget with themselves, Daniel moved one of his hands from the gear, and intertwined your fingers with his own. He knew you were anxious, and thinking about the several possibilities of the outcome of todays’ events.

“We don’t have to talk right now if you don’t want to y’know. I’m not mad at you or anything, I guess I kinda understood all along.” He trailed off, eyes focusing on the road, his thumb stroking your finger.

“Daniel, we can’t keep pushing this conversation away y’know.” You mumbled, looking down.

“I’m not saying we should doll, we can just talk about it later tonight, okay?” He asked, reassuringly squeezing your hand. “You can get through this grueling little event and then we both can sit down, and peacefully talk about it. Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.”

His words were reassuring, he even looked away from the road momentarily to pass you one of his signature smiles. You almost forgot why you ever ran from him in the first place, already looking forward to whatever the night would unveil to the both of you.

A/N: so sorry for the delay girlies, will be posting the final part much sooner, hope yall enjoy this haha!

as always, send in requests or criticism, both would be appreciated.

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Our Little Secret (Part 13)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Two weeks had passed and you had almost moved on with your life which did not involve your family.

Your mother had kicked you out of her own house following your tryst with Cillian. But as luck would have it, your cousin Lukas had offered you a place to stay after Emma's parents too would not allow you to remain at their family home for more than a week.

You had to find a job quickly to sustain yourself and fortunately, you managed to secure employment at a local bookstore. The hours were flexible, and they paid decently, making your living situation somewhat manageable under these circumstances.

School, however, had to give way to your new lifestyle and you chose to transfer to college in the evening in an attempt to finish your education.

As far as Cillian was concerned, you had not heard from him since that afternoon, leaving you in a state of limbo regarding your relationship status with him.

From the local papers, you since learned that he had finally left Danielle and was now publicly fighting for custody of his son Max who the columns claimed was not his actual son at all.

Yet none of this mattered as you sat there staring blankly into space, haunted by memories and regret. Overwhelmed by guilt and confusion, you tried to block out the past few months - how you became entangled in such a mess with no future, only moments spent locked away from the world. But, it wasn’t easy. It felt as though the entire universe conspired to punish you for daring to experience passion beyond societal norms, yet you continued searching deep inside yourself for answers that wouldn't come easily.

You were pregnant with Cillian's child and an abortion was not currently something you could afford emotionally nor financially, forcing you to confront your reality alone. For the first time in years, the choices you made seemed to echo hollowly in your ears as you attempted to navigate this complex web of deceit, betrayal, and self-discovery.

"Em, I do not know what to do," you admitted honestly, breaking down in tears as she visited you, just like she did every day after you finished work.

Emma pulled you close, offering comfort as she held you tight.

"We're going to figure this out together," she assured you reassuringly, wiping away your tears. "But I honestly think that you need to tell Cillian," Emma added cautiously. "He has a right to know."

Her advice struck a chord in you, causing you to sit upright and nod thoughtfully.

"I asked him if he could meet, about a week ago, and he never got back to me, Em!" you said, feeling worthless and unwanted.

"He is going through a lot himself and he doesn't know about you carrying his child. Maybe you should try and give him a call again?" Emma interjected, attempting to mediate.

Despite Emma's suggestion, you remained hesitant, unsure whether reaching out to Cillian was the right decision. Nevertheless, you decided to pick up your phone and call him regardless of the consequences.

After a series of rings, someone else picked up on the other end – a stranger.

“Hello, can I speak to Cillian please?” you asked politely, trying hard to maintain composure amidst growing anxiety.

"Who am I speaking to?" replied the unfamiliar voice, curiosity evident in her tone.

”This is Y/N and I really need to speak with him,” you introduced yourself, taking a deep breath in preparation for what might follow. “Is Cillian available, please?” you begged and, just after you did, there was silence on the line for several seconds before the woman spoke up again.

"So, you are the homewrecker?" she snarled bitterly, anger radiating from her voice.

You flinched upon hearing those harsh words directed at you. You didn't expect the person answering Cillian's phone to actually know who you were, but then again, you did not know about the woman on the other line either.

"Listen, my brother isn't available. Don't call again. Please don't bother him anymore," came the venomous reply. Taken aback by the hostility, you couldn't understand why she reacted so aggressively when you hadn't even spoken poorly of Cillian. After a momentary pause, you found your voice.

"Actually, it's important we talk, whether you like it or not," you stated resolutely, ignoring the sharp edge in her voice. There was another brief silence followed by a mocking laughter that broke the air.

"Listen sweetheart, Cillian is going through legal proceedings against his wife, Danielle, because of you. He should not be speaking to you and if you call this phone again, I will provide you with a cease-and-desist letter on my brother's behalf. Any further contact will be considered as harassment, " she threatened ominously making you realise that the woman on the other end of the line was not only Cillian's sister, but also his solicitor, handling his custody case.

You recalled having met her at the funeral a few weeks ago. Her name was Alison and she worked at one of the largest law firms in Dublin.

As the conversation progressed, it became apparent that she despised you with an intensity that took you off guard. To make matters worse, she insisted you ceased communication with Cillian altogether. This was problematic considering she served as both Cillian's attorney and sister, putting her in a unique and potentially influential position.

You struggled to comprehend the full extent of your predicament until now. How were you supposed to inform Cillian about the child growing inside you without incurring the wrath of his sister?

It appeared impossible. Nonetheless, you had to reach out somehow, eventually, and hope for understanding from both sides despite their conflicted history.

As days turned into weeks, you grew increasingly anxious and restless, worrying constantly about how you were going to break the news to Cillian as the dire three-month mark drew nearer and you had yet another appointment with a local social worker to discuss your situation.

She offered you both, a community funded loan to carry out the procedure you needed or the option of putting you in touch with an adoption agency so that, further down the track, you could give up your child if you desired to do so.

Although it may seem cruel, it seemed practical and logical in light of your situation and, in the end, even Emma agreed with you on that front. The idea that you could choose whether or not to become a parent appealed to your desire for control over your destiny. However, this was easier said than done. Having a baby meant drastically altering your course forever, but you also knew that, not having the baby, might cause you regret.

The choice loomed large, casting its shadow over your daily existence. You frequently found yourself pondering the gravity of your options while walking along the quiet streets surrounding your temporary residence late at night. You often stopped in your tracks, contemplating your fate as a result of your irresponsible actions.

Life seemed determined to play itself out according to the chaos you created. Every passing day brought you closer to facing the inevitable truth and this truth was now something you had to confront by yourself. Without the man who caused all this by your site.

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Perfect Strangers

Chapter 6: A Ride to Remember

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Series Summary: When a stranger appears at your homestead to steal from you, you set out to help him instead. What follows is a reckless relationship with potentially dangerous outcomes.

Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Chapter Summary: Your relationship with Arthur deepens over the course of several weeks, when vows are made and lessons are taught.

Word Count: 13K

Tags: 18+. MDNI. NSFW. Smut, Porn With Plot, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Infidelity, Oral Sex (m! and f! receiving), Unprotected PinV Sex, Cowgirl, Semi-public Sex, First Times, Possessive Arthur Morgan

Taglist: @how-the-heck-would-i-know @pinkiec6-rubi

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A/N: I am soooooo sorry for taking this long to finish this chapter. But I've been through somethings in the past few months I hope you understand. To make it up for you, chapter is extra long with tons of smut! It's divided in several parts to ease reading.

You've never been on top before. None of your past lovers ever thought of letting you take charge, much less suggest you actually do it. So when Arthur asked if you could, it took you very much by surprise.

"Think you can handle it, missy? Hmm?" His eyes glimmer with a devilish spark as he invites you into his lap, his back leaned against the headboard of your bed. He squeezes the inside of your thigh in encouragement as you kneel by his flank.

"I think so." You hesitate, unsure if you'll be able to please him in a position you have no experience in. But then you look at his lustful eager eyes and you know you'll never be able to say no. And you have to admit, the idea of riding him has you pretty aroused yourself.

"Come on. I'll help ya."

His back temporarily leaves his rest as his hands reach the side of your waist, guiding you up as you climb over his legs, sitting atop his strong bulky thighs. Your core settles right in front of his fully hard cock, now slicked with his precum as it lies on his stomach, impatient for more after you've spent the last few minutes stroking it. You feel yourself twitching uncomfortably with titillation at the thought of taking it all in.

He removes one hand from you to catch the base of his member, tilting it up, ready for you to mount. "No need to rush, darling. Take your time." He means to put you at ease despite his obvious excitement as the mischief in his smile deepens, the tip of his tongue sneaking out, making you even more eager to start.

You settle your hands on top of his chest, pressing down for support as you raise your rear, angling your entrance above the tip of his cock as you kneel again. Arthur's hand tightens as you hover above him and soon enough you feel him prodding between your folds. You look at him to ask if you can go ahead.

"Easy does it, darling." His thumb caresses the side of your belly to relax you, but you feel his cock shift below you in ardent anticipation.

You move slightly downwards, enough to feel his member peek inside, stretching your opening to make your breath hitch. Arthur removes the hand from his cock, aiding you in your lowering motion with both hands on your hips, supporting your weight so you don't plunge too fast. Inch by inch you lower yourself as you take all of him inside you, your walls stretching in welcomed gratification. Both of you emit soft grunts of pleasure as Arthur's chest vibrates under your fidgety hands. You try to keep your eyes on each other as they flutter from the delightful feeling of carnal intimacy.

Your buttocks finally rest against his thighs when he finally fills you to the hilt. "Oh, fuck, missy." He grabs your ass greedily, as if to reward you for sheathing him inside you, his eyes darting to where your bodies meet. You peer down as you see your soft curls now tangled conspicuously with his. "Don't think I'll ever get used to you taking me like this."

You try to adjust to his large size as you coat him with the wetness he pried from you while fingering you earlier. You mirror his cheeky but sweet smile. "Maybe we just gotta practice a little more."

He chuckles as your hands move aimlessly all over his chest, warming him up before you move. His fingers lightly squeeze your behind to do the same. "I reckon we should. I doubt I'll ever get used to it though."

"Won't hurt to try." Your fingertips brush the area of his nipples. "I'm willing if you are."

"Yeah?" He raises a hand to your face to caress the side of your cheek with his thumb, biting down on his own lip. "Wanna show me how willing you are?"

He's ready to start when you are.

You rush your hands to the sides of his navel, moving your thumbs to pet the area below, twirling some of the black hairs you saw before. The teasing is enough to make the member inside you move and suddenly all you want to do is to countermove. "Seems I'm not the only one willing, am I?"

The first roll of your hips is barely visible but both of you feel it as his cock shifts gently against your walls, a satisfying taste of what's to come. He gets hungry for more as he lowers his hand to join the other, now blending his fingers with the curve of your hips. You take the chance to move them again, this time more noticeably as your folds almost touch the knuckles of your fingers, still skimming the sensitive skin of his groin.

It's the loud exhale he gives you that makes you start to lose your shyness, wanting to hear the sweet noises he makes for you over and over again, even if it's at the expense of your poise. You move your waist more forcefully, nudging yourself closer to his stomach, making you both puff out in delight. Each drag of your hips comes slow and gentle, but you can feel the gradual build of the fire in your core as you try to resist the urge to go too fast too soon.

"That's it, missy. You got it." His fingers press against your soft flesh as he assists your back-and-forth movements, the lechery of his eyes intensifying. "Keep going like that for me, angel."

His encouraging words only enflame your state of yearning, so you pick up the pace a little, moving your hands up to flatten them on his chest. As you move to the new angle, you fortuitously brush your clit against his pubic bone, the feeling so sublime you let out a whine of surprise and elation. You have no choice but to repeat it again, the result only more divine as you let your mouth hang.

"You like that, huh?" He grabs you more vigorously as you start to grind him wantonly.

You look into his eyes again, unsure if this is what he had planned when he asked you to be on top, wondering if he's enjoying it. "This alright?"

"Oh, it's perfect, missy." He lifts himself up to plant an affectionate kiss on your lips, his gaze even darker now. "Take what you need, darling."

His approval is all you require to move your hands even higher, clutching hungrily at his shoulders as your sensitive nub lies even flatter against his skin, the rubbing now so intense it keeps you from staying silent and cogent. You revel in your all-encompassing passion as you feel your walls fluttering against his own responsive arousal, filling you with the overwhelming sense that you are getting closer to the brink of endless wonder.

"Keep going, sweetheart. Almost there."

Arthur's sweet encouragement brings you back to a surprising state of awareness. You've only been intimate a few times, but they seem to have been enough for Arthur to learn when you're reaching your edge, aware of the effect his coaxing words have on you, prying a release from you every single time. Even when it's his choice of position, he still helps you rut yourself over him, making sure you chase your pleasure to completion first.

You must have slowed down your movements as he's compelled to spur you on. "Don't stop, missy. Not now. Keep going." His hands shove your weight forward to pick up the pace again. "Be my good girl and come around me." His wish is your command as you start to move unrestrained against him, your eyes closing shut as delectation devours you. "Come on. Need you to do this. Need to feel you, angel." His fingers bury themselves on your hips as he pushes you over the brink of deliverance. "Let me feel you feel good."

Your climax is heaven on earth as you arch back into the air, your head tilting back in victorious ecstasy as it hangs dreamily on cloud nine. In a thrilling change of pace, you soar up rather than sink your pleasure into the constriction of a worn-out mattress or the bumpy surface of a bale of hay. The only thing anchoring you is the firm build of Arthur between your thighs.

Your hands leave Arthur's shoulders to an aimless destination as you feel his own reach for your back, helping you ride your wave of pleasure, placing soft conciliatory kisses around your chest. Low soft grunts still leave your slack mouth when you slowly open your eyes, feeling your chest puff against an obstruction. When you look down, you see Arthur's face buried between your breasts, sucking gently at your damp skin. You take the opportunity to rest your head against his, feeling him hum with appreciation as he wraps you tightly in his arms.

It's a while before he comes up for air and even then he chooses to kiss your lips instead, his tongue still wet from nuzzling your bosom, hurried inside without ceremony. Rather than letting you come down from your high, it sustains itself with the extension of his enveloping kiss, making you tangle yourself against him in pure bliss.

"That was great, missy." His face slants to look up at yours as elated as you are, drunk on your own rapture as if it were his.

You take the chance to move slightly as you resettle on his lap, your core still sensitive as you brush against him. His member still pulses inside you and you're reminded of the pleasure you still have to bestow him. "It ain't over yet, cowboy." You push his shoulders to make him lean back against the bed, feeling very little resistance as he realizes it's his turn now, giving him a peck on his lips when he settles. "Show me what you had in mind."

His face turns somber, his eyes grow darker and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows your words, preparing to quell the overbearing lust running through his veins. His hands move to their previous place on your hips before you cover them with your own, encouraging him to move you however he desires. You feel the ridge of his knuckles shift as his fingers begin to knead your bruising flesh, his grip tightening as he finally starts to roll you against him. It's not long before your speed hastens and your pulse quickens again, needing to brace yourself on his shoulders, allowing close contact between your loose lips.

"Christ, missy. You're so good to me. You know that?" The meshing of your hips turns noisier by the second as they begin to slam into each other, his hands now directing you in up-and-down thrusts. "I oughta keep ya all to myself."

His member slides easily in and out of you with the blend of your fluids, his release approaching as he repeatedly hits your magical spot, both of you panting from renewed exhilaration.

Arthur keeps his eyes on you as if he's realizing something, you practically see a question form with the furrow of his brow. Suddenly he slows you down, limiting your thrusts without stopping them entirely. You know he's about to ask you something important if he's delaying his own release for it.

"You sleeping with anyone else?"

The question catches you by surprise, but you're quick to reply. "No."

It's the truth. You haven't slept with your husband in months and, when you did, there was nothing about it that was enjoyable or sensual. The last time was a brief tussle to get him off before he left for Annesburg, one where you didn't even pant and he didn't care if you did. You remember vividly feeling empty as he filled you up, the cracks on the ceiling as exciting as his thrusts. Just another passionless night with another heartless man in a list of too many few.

Now that you think about it, nothing can compare to what has happened between you and Arthur in the past few days. Not even close.

Your negative answer earns a purr of satisfaction from him, reaching for your chin with his fingers to pull you in. "Good. Keep it that way, yeah?"

You nod in agreement as you lean into his mouth, his tongue prodding yours to seal your vow of exclusivity as you surrender to the man who wants you all to himself, burying himself deeper within you.

His hands go back to your hips before they settle on your rear, grabbing hungrily as you both resume your lascivious pounding, the feeling intensified by the unceremonious binding of your union. Your breasts bounce wildly in front of him, earning his undisputed attention as he tries to land his lips on them. He stops when he begins to grunt disorderly, leaning his head against the headboard as he prepares to finish.

"Need you to rise, missy. I'm gonna--" He bites down on his lip, his teeth sinking hard as his hands promptly clasp your hips with all the will still left in him, with enough force to remove you from his cock, sitting you on top of his clenching thighs. He manages to stroke himself a few times before the white ropes erupt as he directs them to his stomach, his whole body trembling beneath yours. An earthquake of a deeply satisfied man.

He pants as he opens his eyes, his hands caressing your shoulders as he propels you forward to his kiss.

"So good to me.”

Your breasts dance against the sinful cadence of his heaving chest, his words reverberating close to your beating heart.

“And only me."

Your first ride on top is one to remember.

----

The weeks never passed so quickly before Arthur, much less this blissfully. You keep track of the days since you met for the first two or three weeks. But then the count becomes hazy, blurred by the consuming nature of your passion, the devouring nestling of your thighs, the countless collisions of your lips.

He visits you when he can escape from his other life, twice a week most times, three times if you're both lucky. He usually arrives with the sunset, his shirt still soaked from a hard day's work, his neck dusty from the ride over. You quench his thirst right away, first with your lips and then with a glass of water, watching as he heads to your bedroom to wash away his impurity in your vanity. Just like on the day when you first met.

You usually have dinner ready, repeating dishes he has previously enjoyed, always making sure you have extra potatoes. You try to have a cooled pie waiting for him, one he'll gobble up even after a big meal, regardless of its flavor. But apple remains his favorite, you can tell. He brings sacks full of groceries, bottles full of whiskey, and handfuls of game meat, enough food to feed the both of you and have leftovers. He stuffs himself until he can't take anymore, satisfying a bottomless hunger that only your cooking seems to appease. Just like on the day when you first met.

He makes sure to tap his belly when he finishes, the fabric of his shirt stretching as it swells. "I'm gaining weight from your fine cooking, missy."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't eat so much, Mr. Morgan."

"Can't help it when you cook so well."

"I know a way to burn it off." You know he loves your sly remarks as much as your cooking.

Once his tastebuds are satisfied, he usually grabs your arms, pulling you into his hot embrace or his fidgety lap, tugging from you fervent kisses to try to indulge his remaining need. Sometimes you're able to escape to finish the dishes, most times you aren't, his stomach not the only part of him that stretches after dark.

You always end the night holed up in your bedroom, the many phases of the moon depicted in your window as they change, your lustful connection never once waning. He stretches you out on the mattress, working you with his tongue or his hands, prying you open to receive him. He buries himself in your tightness, sometimes letting you stroke him beforehand, his size always a scintillating marvel when pressed against your fingers or your walls. He envelops you with his whole body or lets you straddle him with your thighs, hungry to feel your release, getting off on your seismic pleasure every time. He's careful to finish out of you, tainting both of your flesh with the white stains of a sinful tryst. You always end up in the iron grip of his loving arms, soothing each other before sleep tames you. Just like on the night when you first met.

He wakes up in the morning next to you, sometimes energetic enough to go again, sometimes satisfied enough not to attempt it, lavishing you with sweet tender kisses instead. He drinks your bitter coffee and eats your runny eggs, his gaze twinkling with the soft light of the morning sun. You brush his hair with your fingers before he covers it with his hat, the hanging ropes on the brim swaying as he kisses you goodbye, the sound of his parting boots heavy in your yard and in your chest. Behind he leaves his vow to come back. Just like on the day after you first met.

And just like a few days after you met, he comes back to keep his word, bringing with him the exciting promise of the sunset and the sensual touch of the night.

----

It is a particularly hot afternoon when Arthur arrives with his shirt covered in blood, the stench nauseating as the sun intensifies, the sight heart-wrenching as you think it's his own spill.

He can tell from your face you’re riddled with anguish. "I'm fine, darling, was out hunting is all." He unloads from his horse the deer he caught, already skinned and prepped for a fresh meal. "You in the mood for some stew?"

He places the carcass on your kitchen counter, chopping it up into sizable chunks as you prepare to salt most of it, leaving a few pieces to cook for dinner. He's thoughtful enough to remove his shirt right away and you draw him a bath to wash away the viscous blood still on his chest and shoulders.

When he's inside the tub, he's insistent that you scrub him. "I can't reach my back, missy. Think you can help me?" You try to hasten the washing as you still have to prepare dinner and wash his clothes, earning a reprimand from him. "Go easy on me, darling. I don't like it so rough."

You soften the swabs of your sponge, enough to hear him relax with deep breaths, his back sinking against the edge of the tub. "That feels real good, missy." You have no choice but to scrub his chest, which turns into a very bad idea once he starts pecking your lips, interrupting your movements as he gets bolder by the kiss. "God, I missed you, sweetheart." It’s been three days since you last saw each other. Your mouths entangle as you feel his wet hands dampen your back. "I miss these lips every single day. You know that?"

When he gets tired of you skidding away from him, ignoring his kisses so you can continue to wash him, you suddenly feel his hands reach the side of your hips, picking you up from the ground to land you with a wet crash on his lap, your skirt heavy with the weight of the water as you soak in his embrace. You try to contain your amusement as he attempts to kiss you, soon edging his tongue into the middle of your lips, satisfied only when you hum in unexpected pleasure.

He stares at you for a few seconds, tracing the shape of your mouth as if he's never seen it before, stretching your lips with a few soft rubs of his inquisitive thumb as if to test their malleability. "Prettiest lips I've ever seen."

"Well, they're all yours, partner." You think your remark is a rather lame flirtation but it turns into much more as his eyes suddenly darken and he inhales deeply before giving you the most selfish kiss, taking your words to heart as he takes what's rightfully his.

"Too pretty for an ugly old fool like me." You splash him with water to reprimand his off-putting self-deprecation, making him grab your hands so you can stay still to continue to ravage your defiant lips.

Somehow you convince him to let you go, promising a belated recompense if he lets you finish your chores. You try to leave the slippery tub with some difficulty, chuckling at his childish pettiness when he refuses to help you up. Eventually you manage to get on your feet, shedding your clothes before going to get some dry ones.

He’s sore enough to complain as you leave the room. “Wish you could leave your lips as easily as you leave me.”

Despite the temptation of returning to his arms, you try to get a move on with dinner, the pot by the fire soon filled with softening venison and herbs. You scrub his bloodied shirt against the washboard in your yard, your hands turning frightfully red in the attempt. It’s pristine blue when you finally hang it on the clothesline.

You turn around to head back inside when you see Arthur standing on the porch, only a loose small towel hanging from his waist.

“Dinner ready yet?”

“Hold your horses, would you? I’m adding the potatoes now.”

“Well, if I can’t have your lips then at least put some food in my mouth, woman!”

You give him a defying look as you pass him on the way in, trying to ignore his clinging. “Running your mouth not enough for you?”

He’s quick to grab you tightly from behind, his breath hot as it blows in your ear. “Not even close, missy.”

You try to break from his embrace unsuccessfully. “Why don’t you put on some clothes and then we can eat?”

“You better eat quick then, 'cause I ain’t waiting long.”

His impatience seems to ease when he finally starts to eat the stew, sitting in his chair with a new set of clothes, still dented from the shape of his saddle. Despite his threat, dinner is not rushed and you actually enjoy it, soothed by the comfort of the food and the pleasure of your company. He even lets you do the dishes first, all while you enjoy some of his unbelievable tales of his time out West.

When you go to get the glasses from the table, he stops you in your attempt and you know you've gone far enough. His grip is strong on your forearms but he verbalizes his wish rather than pull you down. "Sit."

His lap is inviting, spread enough to cushion the width of your rear as you climb on top of him face to face, the feeling familiar once his kisses start pouring, your hands grabbing his neck as you always do. What you don't know is this time won't be like any other.

It's when he pauses the work of his tongue that you know something is off, his eyes staring as he gains the courage to ask you an intimate request. "I want to feel your mouth on me, missy." His thumb returns to the place it was brushing in the tub. "Take me with those pretty lips of yours."

Your face burns hot as you hear him, first from the lewd nature of his wish, second from the realization that you've never done it before. The eagerness in his eyes is ignited and you feel a tingling at the prospect of pleasing him as he desires.

An act so debauched it seems akin to blasphemy. Then again, you've gone this far in your adultery, why not please your lover as he desires.

“Think you can do it? Hm?”

You nod in agreement, ready to cross the threshold of the gates of hell.

"Good. Get on your knees for me, would ya?"

Arthur helps you off his lap, his hands clasping your hips until you're standing, then reaching to undo his pants. You lower your knees to the ground, supporting your hands on his thighs to ease the landing. His cock is in his hand by the time you're down, stroking to grow his size.

His free hand reaches the side of your head, petting you lovingly as he prepares. "You comfortable?"

You suddenly worry that your lack of experience will be too telling, unsure how to bring him to completion this way. You decide that perhaps it's best to be honest, giving him the chance to teach you how. "Arthur." Your hands caress the hard bone on his knees as he looks at you with interest. "I've never-" Your tongue is suddenly sticky with fluster. "I've never done it before."

His face turns somber as his hands suddenly rush to your upper arms, tightly grabbing them to pull you up. “Jesus, darling. Should’ve told me.” His grip is strong but not enough to move you. “Get up, sweetheart. We’ll do something else.”

You rise from your knees to sit on his lap while you protest his decision. “No, I want to, Arthur. Really.” His hands pull you closer to his chest as you sit on him sideways. “You just have to tell me how.”

He looks into your eyes to see if there’s truth in your words, his brow knitting in concern. “You sure? I don’t want you to do something you don’t want.”

“Yeah, I want to.” You kiss him on the lips to sweeten the deal. “Teach me how to make you feel good.”

The tip of his thumb returns to your mouth, swiping it lazily as he ponders how to proceed, making sure you don’t regret your words. His hardness is now resting on your leg, which makes you even more eager to go through with it, kissing him again to see if he makes up his kind. "Tell me how you like it."

“Christ, missy.” He gives you one last peck before he squeezes the softness of your thigh in encouragement. “Let me get up, would you?”

You’re a little confused as to why he’s getting up, but you rise anyway, sitting back on his chair as he directs you down with his hands on your shoulders. He pets the side of you arms and face before he inches backward, soon shedding his clothes unceremoniously, his member stiff as it protrudes from his nakedness. You watch as he clears the table in front of you, piling the remaining tableware on the other side of it, leaving his glass of whiskey behind. He’s so tall he easily sits on the table without barely the lift of his heels, his feet then coming to rest on the side of the chair by your thighs, his erection on the table right in front of you.

His lips glisten with the remaining shot of whiskey he takes, placing the empty glass next to his leg. “If anything don’t feel right you tell me, yeah?” His hand caresses your jaw as he assesses your psyche. You feel yourself getting wetter in anticipation, your heart beating a little faster and your palms getting a little sweaty. You hope to serve him well. “I don’t want you swallowing, ok? Just spit on this here glass. I’ll tell you when it’s time.”

His free hand encircles around his member, pumping lazily to get him ready for you. You take the chance to spread your hands on his thighs, gently caressing him to help him relax, hopefully convince him you’re calm yourself, willing to carry on with his lesson.

“Just do what feels good, missy.” The grip on your jaw tightens as he slightly pushes you forward to him. “Nice and slow, darling. It ain’t a race.” You nod in understanding, his eyes blown with wanting as his thumb brushes your lips for the last time. “I'll let you know what to do. You ready?”

Your yes is enthusiastic and clear, your lips moving against his finger before he drops his hand, pulling himself closer to the edge of the table so you can access him more comfortably. His grip returns to the side of your head to lightly brush your cheek as the other hand guides one of your own to his shaft.

Your palm feels hot and damp at the same time with his slick slathered around the stiffness of his flesh, the one you’ve touched so many times in your erotic nights. His fingers instruct you to resume his ministrations as you feel the ridge of his veins between your heedful fingers, stroking so you get used to feeling him, preparing to take him with your mouth.

His hand guides your head upwards so your lips can meet, savoring you with his full intent, wetting your mouth with the drip of his tongue. When he eases his grip on you, you take the chance to dampen his chin and his jaw, soon reaching for his neck as you lean into the roughness of his beard, settling on the softness of his collarbone. You continue your passage downwards as he continues to brush your hair, his other hand now petting your sinking shoulder, leaving your hand free to fondle his cock in slow but pleasing strokes.

The kisses you leave on his chest are plentiful and dragged until you reach the hollow of his navel when you suddenly feel him grab your hair as his tip brushes against the skin of your throat, a hitched breath leaving his own. You push his member lower so you can begin to kiss the area of his groin, your hand stopping its movements when your chin gets in the way, continuing his pleasure by circling your thumb around his tip. The combination of movements is welcomed as he begins to breathe deeper, both of you quivering with anticipation as you begin to breach the gap between his cock and your mouth, pecking the skin around the base as you wait for instructions.

His thumb caresses your ear in tenderness as he finally speaks. "Use your lips first, darling."

It seems natural to continue to kiss him, your lips landing unhurriedly on his base, his warmth as delightful as the other parts of his skin. But it feels different for him as he takes a deep breath, his fingers curling close to your scalp, urging for more of your touch. You're quick to continue to peck him, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the top of his eager member, stopping before you reach his tantalizing crown.

Unsure how to proceed, you look up at him. You've never seen his eyes so dark, blown with need. The hand on your hair moves, his thumb brushing your lips as he parts them, reaching the inside of your cheek before he swipes the ridge of your salivated tongue, driving it out of your mouth.

"Use your tongue now, missy."

His wet thumb drags against your hair as his hand returns to the back of your head as you move down, both of you anxious to feel the brush of your tongue against his stiffness.

There's nothing gracious when you finally make contact, your taste buds coming alive with the bitterness of his flesh, the hot feeling against your tongue much like the one you felt on your fingers before, the sensation both familiar and new at the same time. You feel resistance against his hardness as you begin to move your tongue in unthoughtful movements, suddenly hungry to stretch it fully to slather as much of him as possible. It must be pleasurable enough for him as it earns his audible approval, his cock twitching underneath the roughness of your tongue, his hand moving with your head as you swirl aimlessly over the length of his shaft.

Your back and forth movements are amateurish, sloppy, crass even, but you hurry them along as you feel his breath hitch, a burning desire building in your own core, holding the base of his cock to hold it closer to your mouth, your other hand squeezing his thigh. You continue to lick him until you finally feel his fingers clasp your shoulder. "Slow down, darling. Easy."

You reduce your tonguing, aiming for a relaxed rhythm that's more attuned to his liking as you hear him grunt deeper and more frequently as his arousal builds. You notice he is particularly sensitive at his tip, his breath hitching further as you lick its underside repeatedly. Before you realize it, the circle of your lips begins to surround his tip as your tongue slides forward, soon taking him deeper into the tightness of your mouth, dragging his flesh along the hunger of your buds.

When a few inches of him are inside you, you feel his hand curl in your hair. "Take it out now, missy." It's the high-pitched breath he gives you when you retract that indicates what he likes, so when his tip touches yours again, you immediately set out to sink him inside you once more until you repeat the motion again.

His hands tighten around your skin and he huffs deeper as you suck around him, your head bobbing to bring him in and out of you, getting him closer and closer to a state of uncontrolled bliss. Somehow, he still has the presence of mind to grab your immobile hand around his base, urging you to pump him as you still work your mouth around him. "That's it, sweetheart." His words are muffled by the prelude of his peak. "Fuck. Don't stop."

As your mouth adapts to the feeling, you begin to ease into your movements, taking him deeper as your mouth waters, your chin soon dripping with excess. As your hand continues its work, you feel your own core swell, needing to slightly graze the seat beneath you to seek some comfort. When you feel none, you begin to rock in the chair, removing your hand from his thigh to your own as you begin to circle your bud. You are so aroused by Arthur's own thrill you're quick to pant yourself, your own moans now engulfing him too as they land on his hot flesh. But they're no match to his, your own pleasure so enticing to him he suddenly gets louder, beginning his ascent into uncontrollable madness.

"It's time."

His words are barely perceptible between his grunts, his muscles flexing and his hands now grabbing you, almost edging on pain as you steady yourself back on the might of his thigh. His release comes quick after that, his member twitching against your cheeks as you finally feel hot fluid reach your tongue, soon flooding the rest of your mouth in depraved novelty, tasting the curious elation of your gratified lover. His spill is bountiful and you're soon fighting back the urge to swallow it, remembering his wish that you spit it out instead.

Once he stops his effusion, it takes him a while to gather composure, his tip still inside you as his grunts overflow, growing quiet with each breath. His hands push you back until you reach the back of the chair, his cock leaving your mouth with a wet noise, dripping with his white release, a few drops landing heated on your thigh. Still overwhelmed with ecstasy, he reaches for the glass by his side before his thumb returns to your lips, either to wipe his seed off of them or to rub it on them more evenly. He then brings the glass right to them.

"Spit, darling."

You gather most of the slick around your mouth before you spit, his remnants still coating much of your insides as it mixes with your saliva. The milky fluid drips into his glass like molasses and he puts it away once he's satisfied with the outcome. His hand returns to your jaw, giving you a few pats before he unexpectedly leans in, taking your wet lips into his as he begins to taste himself on you.

"You did so well, missy." His eyes lock into yours, your hands clutching his hips as you hear his praise. "Such a good girl for me." Your lips smack with the sound of wetness. "Let me take care of you now."

You regret when he leaves your lips, moving backward as he reaches for your hands, removing them from him before his feet hit the ground. He stands as he looks down at you, giving you an extra peck before he places his hands at your waist, pressing your legs to wrap them around his torso, lifting you up without delay. He places you down on the side of the table where he sat, the wood still warm from his own thighs, his hands then moving under your skirt, pulling your bloomers all the way down.

"Take the rest off, darling. I wanna see you."

You're quickly naked for him, your bare bottom close to the edge of the table as he begins to dowse you with wet kisses, from your lips to your breasts to your navel, his movements hurried as you already groan from built-up arousal. When he returns to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you suddenly whine with vexation. "Arthur, please!"

He looks worriedly at you as you lead one of his hands to your core, showing him how wet you are for him, closing your legs around his hand when he begins to rub your clit. "It's ok, sweetheart. I got you."

Arthur gets on his knees in a swift determined motion, his hands stretching your legs open so he can place his head between them. He wraps his arms around your thighs, inching you closer to the edge of the table so he can have full entry to your needy core.

You’re already a slobbering mess when his tongue begins to lavish between your swollen lips, tightly bracing your thighs to hold you steady. You let out deep repressed grunts, your back falling restless against the table as he begins to suck you mercilessly, returning the favor of devouring your flesh, prying delectable pleasure from you. Eating you as famished as he ate his dinner right on the same side of the table.

You’re a sight to see if anyone were to walk into your yard. With the windows open, curtains swaying with the night breeze, the lamps illuminating the sinful romp unfolding inside. You’re splayed on the table, breast bouncing with each panted scream you let out, hands clutched around his hair, thighs and back undulating around him. His face is covered in your cunt, his arms flexed to hold you, his knees rocking against the floor where he kneels. The most sinful act unfolding at the place where you're supposed to say grace, not receive it.

The work of his tongue is overwhelming as you quickly reach the point of no return, further intensified when he teases a finger at your entrance. When it's finally curled inside, you begin to lose control, your unrestrained cries only stifled by the walls, your eyes closing shut in blinding gratification. Your hands leave his hair, flailing around to find some solace, finding none. Instead, you knock down Arthur's glass, his release spilling on the floor below as the crystal breaks. Soon after that, you break too.

Your climax is as ruthless as your journey there, prolonged by his unrelenting need to keep you writhing under his tongue, feeling your whole body quake for him. Your mutual moans of gratification coalesce into a salacious tune that is only broken when you beg for mercy. "Arthur!"

He looks straight into your eyes before he removes himself from between your legs, raising from his position to move to your side, leaning down to kiss you softly, caressing your arms as he attempts to bring you down from your delirium.

It takes a while for you to still, your legs still trembling as they arch on the table, your core still exposed to the breeze coming in, the coarse wood suddenly a nuisance against your bare skin. Arthur somehow manages to read your mind, sitting back on his chair before he pulls you down onto his lap again, resting your spent head on one of his shoulders, soothing your sweaty back as your breaths even again. You stay like that for a while and, when you move, you feel your skin sticky against his, like you're not meant to be pulled apart.

"I think we need another bath." You croon against his ear before you dare to press your lips against his beard.

"Mhm, I guess so." His fingers attempt to comb your damp hair. "You gonna leave those pretty lips of yours with me this time?"

It takes all your strength to pull your head back to see his glowing eyes again, his question still adrift in them. "Maybe I'll leave all of me instead. How about that?"

"Oh? You will?" His kiss tells you what you want to hear, his tongue soon prodding yours as he breathes you in. He breaks when he is satisfied, bringing his thumb once more to the cushion of your bottom lip. "Gonna have to clean the mess I made in you then. Leave you as pretty as I found you."

You nod, your smile widening as you remember the taste of him. But something behind him catches your eye as you look over his shoulder, seeing a wet splatter across your dining room floor. "You're gonna have to clean my floor too, mister."

It's the way he laughs, his joy reverberating on your chest, his hands moving gently along your curves, his hips jiggling you with contentment, his lips stretching into an undisturbed smile, his eyes looking into yours with fearless passion. It's the way he asked if you could please him as he wanted, the way he gave you the same thing in return. It's the way he holds you close after making you feel so euphoric. It's the way he makes you realize you're deeply in love.

----

It was too good to be true. The boundless joy Arthur's given you was bound to break, sooner or later. You'd just hoped it'd be later.

Fetching mail at the Valentine station was always dreadful, your heart always heavy as you climbed the wooden stairs, as you stared at the mustache of the station attendant, waiting for your loathed turn. You'd ache at the sight of another letter from your miserable husband, promising his eventual return, notifying you of a new deposit, defacing written words of inexistent love.

But this time the letter is different, not the usual sandy stationary he uses. Instead, it's a pristine white envelope and the handwritten address tells you immediately who it's from. Your Aunt Caroline always had the prettiest penmanship.

Your feet lead you unconsciously to the nearest bench, sitting down just as you pry open the envelope, smiling as you see your aunt's good wishes. I hope this letter finds you in unbridled joy, my dear. It really does.

Her pleasantries are plentiful as she details her new life in Saint Denis and how much it has aided your uncle's health, who seems much improved with the change of scenery. The heat was bothersome at first but now it seems to suit them quite well. Their social calendar has kept them busy as they have adapted to the city's high society, their connections growing with their substantial wealth. They seem to only want for one thing: the treasured company of their favorite and only niece.

She formally asks you to go visit them in Saint Denis, knowing well that your husband remains in Annesburg while you continue your simple solitary life in New Hanover. The invitation is endearing and for a moment you relish the idea of visiting your beloved aunt and uncle, the people who raised you after your parents passed. Spending a few weeks with them should be invigorating as they spoil you with their genuine affection, even if they might insist on parading you around in uncomfortable dresses at pretentious dinner parties and soirées. After months of solitude, it might be bearable, enjoyable even.

But then you remember Arthur. You suddenly feel the ghost of his hands on your hips, his lips on your neck, his thighs on your own, his breath hot on your ear as he tells you how much he wants you. The thrilling memories of the past few months come flooding in and suddenly your heart breaks at the thought of leaving him, the only lover who's ever treated you right. It'd be foolish to do him wrong.

But then you read more of the letter and your heart breaks even more.

I have written to your dear husband Stanley regarding your visit to Saint Denis. He has informed me that he would like to come see you once you are settled with us, requesting new correspondence once you have arrived. He will make his traveling arrangements then.

The trip is suddenly surrounded with gloom at the mention of seeing your husband, his presence the last thing you need back in your life. Your knee begins to shake involuntarily, the heel clicking and echoing around the unusually quiet train station. The notion of leaving Arthur to return to that scoundrel is revolting, like running from a safe haven to go chase unruly tornados.

But then you read your aunt's following paragraph and you realize you have no other choice.

I really do hope you get to join us here for a time. If not for my sake, at least for your uncle, who seems to yearn to hold his little girl in his arms again. He speaks so fondly of you every day. I'd be jealous if I didn't regard you with the same consideration. Perhaps you'd like to oblige the wishes of a sentimental old couple while you still can. I've never known you to be unkind. You were always the light in your woeful lives. I hope you get to be it once more.

And in that moment you realize your love for them is much bigger than your resentment for your husband. Or your passion for Arthur.

I look forward to seeing your sweet smile again, the one you happily got from your sweet mother. Wishing you were here already, Your Aunt Caroline

You take a deep breath as a sound grabs your attention. It's a little boy sitting down on the bench in front of you, his mother urging him to behave as they wait for the next train. Her caring hand is on his shoulder, petting him lovingly as he calms down, his feet hovering impatiently above the floor. He must be the age you were when your aunt and uncle went to pick you up and took you from the only life you knew, petting you lovingly on the shoulder too.

You rise from your seat, your mind made up as you walk to the station attendant so you can send a letter to begin preparing for your journey to Saint Denis.

You just hope Arthur Morgan forgives you.

----

It's a hot afternoon when you return home, your mare Amber back in the shade of your stable, your skirt brown on the brim from the Valentine mud as you tread up the stairs onto your porch. You're wondering how you might survive the Saint Denis heat when you see a bouquet of fresh flowers resting on your windowsill, begging to be primed on your prettiest vase. There is a note stuck on the closed door, a ripped page from a journal.

Sorry I missed you. A. M.

It saddens you to see Arthur was here and you weren't, unable to receive his eager kisses and his gentle embrace as you tell him how much you like the flowers. Your heart aches knowing that you may not have many chances to do it again.

Upon much reflection, your decision still seems sound as you think of the joy you'll give your uncle as he gets to hug you again, letting you win at cards when he thinks you can't tell. Your aunt will welcome you with her kind and trustful face as she begins her attempts to get you to eat as much as she can, her cakes as soft as the pillows where you'll sleep. It'll be heaven to be with them again.

But you can't shake Arthur from your mind. To pause your love affair seems crass, both to him and to you, especially now that you know each other so well. You can't even bear to think of ending it all together, a thought so cruel it robs most of your night's sleep. When you somehow sleep a wink, you wake up exhausted, dreading the moment you have to tell Arthur the news of you leaving him. Either for now or for good.

It's not surprising he comes to you in the afternoon, barely a day after he missed you, desperate to see you again. He doesn't bring you anything, just the sweet return of his arms and the hunger of his lips, his presence so comforting it makes you swoon with elation. Somehow your doubts dissolve when you feel him breathing you in.

His longing for you is clear as he leaves his saddle quicker than usual, kissing you hurriedly, not even bothering to lead his horse Titus to the stable, hitching him to your porch instead. When he returns to kiss you again, you see why. His pants are tented much more than usual for this time of day.

When your hips meet, his eagerness brushes directly on your waist but he has the need to tell you himself. "Sweetheart, really need you right now."

You toy with the seam of his pants, threatening to unbutton him right then and there. "Missed me, did you?"

"You know I did." He reaches for your hand, urging you to lower it, soon palming his growing arousal over the fabric of his jeans. He kisses you sloppily, shameless lust running through his veins. "Need you now, missy." His breath hitches as your fingers work your magic. "Needed you yesterday too. I can't wait any longer, sweetheart."

You suddenly stop your teasing, placing your hands on his shoulders so you can whisper close in his ear. "Inside."

You watch his confused expression for a moment before you grab him by the hand, walking him up the porch as you lead him inside to the living room, quickly beginning to undress as you sit on your davenport, your boots off as you throw them across the floor. You've never seen Arthur undress this fast, his cock is in his hand as you still work the buttons on your blouse, stroking himself as he watches you toss the remaining clothes.

His breath is already heavy when he settles on the davenport next to you, guiding you onto his lap before he kisses you deeply, once, twice, thrice. His hands run over your body to warm you up, tantalizing your skin with the sweet touch of passion before his fingers focus on your nipples, riling you up for what's to come. He then speeds up his usual slow approach as he begins to circle your clit, his member anxious as it falls on your thigh and you begin to stroke it.

Arthur begins to moan with built-up arousal and you see him getting more impatient by the minute, clutching one of your hips to try to contain himself, hoping he lasts long enough to sink inside you. One of his fingers enters you, trying to open you up for him so you can quench his intolerable ache. Two fingers are inside you when he finally admits defeat. "Missy, I- I need to-"

"Get inside me, Arthur."

He lets out a grunt before you feel his hands at your waist, clasping you tightly before he picks you up with all of his brute force, laying you down on the sofa underneath him, spreading your legs apart so he can place himself in the middle. His breath is loud and frantic as he brings a hand to his beading member, brushing it up and down your slit until he finally gives in and enters you, quicker than either of you had hoped, the feeling strained until you adjust to him, moaning into the thick air around you as he begins to move inside you.

His hands grab your thighs forcefully as he begins to slam himself against you, chasing a high that intensifies with each thrust. Even as he fills you to the hilt, he craves more, trying to deepen himself within you until he disappears completely. Unsatisfied, he places the back of your knees on his shoulders, bending you to his will as your thighs press against his chest, your knees on his shoulders, his face lowered against yours as he finally gets you in the angle he was craving.

Folded underneath his greed, succumbed to his complete will and desire, you feel every muscle in your body come alive with passion, blinding pleasure devouring your every sense in the most salacious position he's had you yet. Face to face in reciprocal vigorous lust, it's not long until both of you are consumed by ravenous sensations of ecstasy and release, unsure of how long you stare into each other's eyes before you both still in satisfaction, both breathing frantically as he rests his foreheads against yours. It takes a few moments before either of you ease on the tight grip you have on each other's flesh, your fingers only easing when your lips wrap in delightful gratitude.

When the time comes for unfurling yourselves, your knees crack from the stretch, your muscles aching with the strain of your stance. Arthur helps you onto his lap as he sits, rubbing pleasingly as he sees you struggle to extend your legs. After a few minutes, you're well enough to head inside to your vanity and begin to wash yourself, his seed sticky as it cools on your stomach. When you finish, you realize you still have to tell him you're leaving, a derangement after the proximity you just shared.

Your skin is still damp when you return to the living room in your nakedness, leaning against the wall as you watch Arthur collect his clothes from the floor, then sitting down once his pants are buttoned, all the while staring back at you.

"Seems I can't enough of you, can't I?" His forehead is still aglow with sweat, his locks darker from the exertion, contentment painting his face as he smiles. But your stomach turns violently.

Your face must show your worry as he suddenly frowns. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk."

He instinctively holds out his hand for you to take, directing you to join him as he motions you to sit by his side.

And then you tell him.

----

Two weeks are all you have left until your trip to Saint Denis. The letter you get from your aunt a few days later confirms that a hired carriage will take you to the city a week from Friday, your departure from Valentine scheduled early in the morning so you may travel in the comfort and security of the daylight, the trip already paid by your eager aunt and uncle. You are to make use of the remaining time to put your affairs in order. But only one in particular matters.

Arthur took the news of your trip better than you expected. At least initially. He understood your need to take the trip from the moment you told him, encouraging you to do what is necessary to be a good niece. But you could see he was pained when you told him you weren't sure how long you'd be gone, that the trip might take you away from him for several weeks, months even. He looked at you with his disappointed opulent eyes, swallowing hard at the notion of losing you, even if temporarily. Yet his words were nothing if not supportive and unfazed, the hands on your hips claiming you could go.

But it is the way he lingers behind every day until your trip that tells you just how much he's dreading to see you leave. The first few days he leaves for his work in the morning, coming back at night to spend the evening with you. But the closer to the day, the more he delays his departure and hurries his arrival. One day he doesn't even leave at all, staying with you until the time comes to escort you to Valentine.

His presence is more than welcomed as your efforts to close down your small property pile on. He helps you take your chickens to a friendly farmer up north, then boarding up the coop so no wild animals nest there. He mends part of the fence that surrounds your homestead, ensuring it's tall enough so no one can break in while you're gone. He fixes the bent hinges on your front door, so it may close safely and hold until you return to open it. He helps you eat most of the perishable food you still have and helps you sell the rest of it so it doesn't spoil. He offers to help you pack, but he mostly just sits on the bed as he watches you pack your clothes, his sight watching your every move and every fold.

He mostly keeps his hands busy with work until he gets to put them on you, holding you so close to him you think you'll bruise and your aunt's maids will notice when they help you dress. He takes you everywhere he can. On your bed, on your sofa, on your stable, on your dining table again. On the floor of the kitchen when you were stubborn enough to attempt to clean up one night. On the back of your wagon after you sold your remaining supplies in Valentine.

"Someone will see us, Arthur." You whispered as you tried desperately not to come apart.

"Let them,” he dared as he sank inside you again, his own limit verging forward. "Let them see how pretty you are for me."

----

The last day is more emotional than you imagined. None of you speak much, the palpable tension hanging in the air like uninvited mist. You finish packing your bags, tidying up the rest of the house so you can find everything in its place when you return. Arthur is absent most of the day but you figure he must be close by as Titus remains at the stable. You're unsure of what he's doing but you realize how upset he must be if he doesn't even want to be with you. The soup you serve for lunch is as cold as the look he gives you, a man clearly dreading the change about to come.

Your chores are finished as the afternoon begins to unwind, the whole time dreadful as you both loathe the upcoming goodbye. Arthur shows up when you finish placing your bags on the porch, offering to hoist them up to the wagon now led by your mare Amber. You'll leave her to the care of the Valentine farrier until you return.

A bittersweet feeling invades you when you walk through your house one last time before you leave, making sure your windows are closed and the lamps are put out. Every room is flooded with memories of the irresistible time you've had with Arthur, one that is so regretfully about to end. You close the door on your now darkened house and you wonder how different everything will be when you open it again.

Despite his obvious sorrow, Arthur helps you climb the wagon, caressing your elbow once you're settled. "I'll come round here every once in a while. Make sure it remains closed."

His promise to guard your home is comforting and you smile at him, both as a thank you and as a hint to kiss you. But he shies away and mounts Titus instead, leading you out of your yard and into the road of a reality where your dazzling affair ceases to be.

The ride to Valentine is mostly silent, or at least one-sided as you attempt to tell him of your aunt and uncle's burgeoning life in Saint Denis. You barely get a response out of him, his short replies muffled by the raucous of the wheels of the wagon. You're almost at your destination when he utters his most verbose reply yet.

"Those rich folk in Saint Denis… Don't let them change you."

"I won't."

He nods his head swiftly at your affirmation, the leather of his hat shining with the last rays of the parting sun.

It's dusk when the muddy trails of Valentine slow down your wagon, making the trip to the hotel vexing. Arthur drops off your bags at your assigned room before you both head to the farrier, where you woefully say goodbye to Amber. You leave with the farrier's word that he'll take good care of her and you believe him as he begins to count the money you pay him in advance for his service.

Arthur invites you for dinner at the saloon before you retire to the hotel, paying for both your meals despite your insistence to do so. The ambiance is rather noisy as the pianist plays away and the town's drunkards begin to gather at the bar. Both of you eat quickly to leave before the unavoidable ruckus of the night begins.

When the door of your hotel room closes, both of your spirits are solemn and hushed, the tension of the day dragging inside, festering along with the dread of saying goodbye. Arthur stands by the door unlatching his belt before he sits on a chair, watching as you pretend to busy yourself with arranging the luggage, waiting for word on what to do next. You feel his eyes follow your every move, shifting in his seat as he tries to gather the courage to say something. But the impasse drags on as you keep avoiding him, afraid that his heartbroken gaze might break you. You fiddle with the dress you plan on wearing tomorrow, kneeling down on the floor as the tension between you grows to a suffocating standstill, neither of you prepared to end the affair between you.

After a moment that seems to last forever, you feel Arthur’s heavy feet on the floor as he moves towards you, his knees then sinking next to yours on the floor, his hands grabbing you by the hips, his chest warm against the curve of your back. Instead of speaking a single word, his lips find the crook of your neck, getting it wet with the start of his goodbye. You lean back into him to welcome his touch as you realize this is the start of what could be the last time he holds you like you belong together.

His lips busy themselves with whatever part of your skin they can find as you feel his hands roam among your peaks and your valleys, ruffling the cloth that keeps him from kissing the rest of your body. You clutch the side of his thighs as you open yourself to his advances, your head falling on his shoulder as his hands work their way south to pull up your skirt. A stifled groan leaves your throat when he glides through the inside of your legs, warming you up to the sin about to come.

Instead of leaving your thighs, his hands tighten around them, pulling you closer to him as he plants a hungry kiss at your collarbone, now grinding himself against your skirt, your nails clawing at his jeans. You’re lost in the euphoria of the moment as his arms flex and he suddenly picks you up from the ground, your legs going limp as you surrender to his brute tender force.

Before you know it he has you spreadeagled on the bed as he rises above you, his fingers gripping your waistband to remove your skirt in one swoop, returning again to remove your bloomers, the cold of the room hitting as your core and your wetness are exposed. Arthur looms, watching you for a moment before he gets on his knees again to begin kissing your inner thighs, staying on them for longer than you wish, hungry to be lavished but still dreading the departure. Impatient, you grab his hair with force to lead him to your center and he soon wraps his lips around your own, prying from you unadulterated bliss like always.

You are not sure if it’s because you are parting, or if it’s because he knows you so well by now, but your release comes faster than usual, leaving you a whimpering fool at the foot of the bed. Your feet steady on the edge of the mattress, your legs still shaking as you watch Arthur through them. He rises and undresses, his lips still shining with the taste of your cunt. He’s soon naked before you, working his arousal as your chest tries to settle, a futile effort as you realize you’ll soon be panting again.

The sweat still damps your brow when your eyes meet in tandem, the moment before either of you acts on the urge to surrender against each other. His throat contracts with the itch of desire as his hand still works, his feet bringing him closer to the bed. You unbutton the frivolity of your shirt, stripping yourself for him and exposing your breasts just as you expose your yearning for him. Your sore legs extend as you scooch higher into the bed, leaving them open for Arthur to ravish you.

Your eyes never part as he climbs the bed, his hands coming to caress your naked body as he pleases, starting on your knees, your thighs, your waist, your breasts. Like he’s trying to imprint in his mind what it feels like to touch you. His thumb travels up your throat with his usual softness, undercut only by the roughness of his calloused skin. He traces your jaw a few times before he dares to finally bend down to kiss you like it’s the first time. Or maybe the last.

Everything that happens next is both too slow and too fast at the same time as you begin to blend together. It’s both a bittersweet goodbye and an overjoyed gratitude for your time together. The perfect love affair that may never come again.

His kisses turn hungry but deep and slow, his body now overbearing you with the crushing weight of losing him, the only man that has ever made love to you rather than possess you. Your hands pull him closer to you, roaming his physique for a possible way to make him fused into you so you can never let him go. But there is still a part of you that aches for him to go deeper.

His full size is hot rubbing against your stomach, tantalizing you with the remaining part of him he still has to give you. You moan into him as his tongue delights with yours, your hips undulating against each other, rocking the flame of hot desire running through you both, itching to burn into ashes. Your hand slides down from his chiseled back, entering the tight space between you, soon finding a way to the hard pulse of his member. Your fingers resume his efforts to excite him, his mouth opening in surprise as it still wraps around yours, trying to swallow you as he tries to contain his elation. Your hand is steady, enough to get him to open his eyes so he can see yours, begging him to slide down so he can enter you once more.

His strong hands are quick to grab the thickness of your thighs, placing them beside his hips as he positions himself between them, his erection now pressed against the lips he has kissed countless times in the past months. He rubs himself against your folds, tantalizing you with the depth of ecstasy your whole soul desires, eager to feel him pulse inside you, a feeling to be recalled once you're back on your own. His hands settle close to your buttocks as he angles himself down, prodding your entrance with eagerness in his proud but roaming eyes.

The stretch is pondered as usual, perhaps even slower as somehow you feel it more achingly, your body coming alive with the tip of his carnality, soon devoured by breathlessness as he settles deep within you. His chest is high above yours before he moves to close the gap, his lungs soon reverberating atop your breasts, his hands now holding onto your shoulders to finish his burial. A somber pause follows as you look into each other's eyes, closer than two bodies could ever be, the silence only broken by the beating of aching hearts, now realizing the time has come to end their unwanted goodbye.

The sad realization is only broken by your mutual restlessness, the will to finish what you started. The first roll of Arthur's hip comes as natural as the tears forming in your eyes, which manage to escape after a few more of his thrusts. As he picks up the pace, somehow holding you in his arms as you hold him in yours, the sex seems miraculously paced, not too fast so you can’t savor it, not too slow that you can’t quiver with every move. The perfect farewell of an imperfect romance.

The bittersweet rhapsody is only broken when Arthur suddenly speaks.

"Come back to me, missy." Another crash of your hips. "Come back to me."

The weight of his words is not lost even as you start to lose control. In fact, they seem to unravel you faster as you realize his desire for you runs as deep as yours for him. His complete surrender to worship your body and his fixed gaze on you tells you he means it. He keeps his tempo steady to inch you closer and closer to another heavenly release, struggling hard to contain his own. You watch as his muscles flex in restraint, his eyes adamant to watch you unfold into expected bliss, his member repeatedly crashing into your sensitive spot. You try to savor the high as much as you can, wishing it could go on forever, but it becomes unbearable to hold it in. You have no choice but to surrender to Arthur’s parting wish to see you come for him.

You hope that one day you’ll be able to grant him his wish to come back.

----

Valentine grows incredibly quiet once the noise from the saloon quiets down, the night perfectly still for a few hours before the sun breaks, the perfect lullaby to fall asleep. But when the dawn comes, the racket on the street below your hotel window gradually wakes you up as you lie on your side of the bed. The other side is empty.

Arthur’s belongings are gone, his clothes no longer crumpled by the foot of the bed, his gun belt no longer hung by the door. But his aroma lingers behind and you inch closer to his pillow to bury your nose in it. The image of him reaching his peak flashes in your mind, his mouth agape, his eyes strained. You feel the faint sensation of his cock still buried inside you, your walls clenching at the memory. The sheets are stained with his sweat, which left behind a musky smell, now the only evidence of his passion for you during the night. He held you in his arms for a long while after your romp, but neither of you uttered a word, knowing full well there was no better way to say goodbye. You looked into his piercing longing eyes before you fell asleep to the lulling of your quiet valentine.

His absence this morning tells you how hard this is for him. He’d rather abandon a comfortable bed with your naked body than watch you leave, unsure if you’re ever returning to your side of the bed. You can’t tell how he slipped out so quietly, his footsteps are always as heavy as his build. Perhaps he tiptoed until he left the room, scared he’d beg you to stay if he saw you awake. Or maybe the sex left you so satiated your sleep was deeper than his escape, maybe clanging his boots loudly on the floor in the hopes that he’d wake you.

You want nothing else but to seclude yourself under the covers, shielded from the outer world with nothing but the memories of Arthur to keep you company. But by the way the sun begins to shine you can tell it must be a little before seven, so you must not have much time before you are to be ready. You stay still for a few more minutes, his pillow still underneath you, the duvet entangled on your legs as if they were his own. His words still ring in your ears. Come back to me.

Getting dressed is easy even if the dress is not, something more formal so you can enter Saint Denis in a more reputable fashion. Your aunt ought to love the paleness of its blue. It can’t take you more than half an hour to have everything ready, your luggage and your hat ready to put on by the door. You figure you still have a while before your carriage arrives. You give in to the craving of laying back down on the bed, thinking of him right where he had you. You don’t remember closing your eyes when a knock on the door rouses you and you’re still yawning as you go down the stairs, your last piece of luggage being carried by your driver. The smell of Valentine hits your nose as soon as you step outside and you become fully awake.

The carriage is small but very comfortable, the cushions soft but sturdy enough for a long voyage. Since you’ll be traveling alone, there’s room enough to stretch your legs and sleep sideways. But only after the stink of the town stays behind. For now, you think you’ll read the novel that has sat by your nightstand for the past months, untouched since the day a stranger stole an apple from your yard.

As soon as the carriage starts moving you know you’re not gonna be able to read, the words soon becoming blurry by the sway of the wagon. You look outside the window as the farrier comes into view and you hope to get a glimpse of your mare Amber but all you see are brown and black horses inside. She must be kept on the other side of the stable. The Valentine mud gets stickier as the road continues, but the buildings get scarcer and the smell quells once you cross the railroad track.

Nothing but thoughts sit with you inside the car. Thoughts of your aunt and uncle and their faces when they see you arrive, the sweet tender moments you’ll have in the upcoming weeks. Thoughts of a classier life in Saint Denis and how much you’ll miss the perfect solitude of your cabin, the magical stillness of the nature that surrounds it. Thoughts of your husband and the disgust that comes with them, a bitter ache that you might see him again, a painful reminder of a loveless marriage that you’d like to escape.

But more than any other thoughts, thoughts of Arthur. Thoughts of the months you have spent together crowd your every inch as you recall moments you’ve shared, embraces you’ve exchanged, kisses you’ve borrowed, passion you’ve stolen. A lover you’ve earned. He has made you come alive again and again and suddenly it hits you how vital he has been in your life. It’s no longer a question of how much you’ll miss him but how much it’ll hurt to be apart from him. It’s a question of how long your heart will ache while the muscles of your body still recall the respite of his healing touch. Will it be long enough for you to reach Saint Denis? Will you make it there and still feel him on you? Are you doomed to feel him forever? Has the memory of his lips turned into unending despair? The New Haven scenery stretches out before you but your eyes see a blank veil as the wheels of your mind turn in fallen sorrow, crippling thoughts consuming you, setting you on a ride to remember.

The ruminating of your mind is broken when the carriage suddenly slows, stalling when two men on horseback cross the intersecting road. You look out to the right side window and see the edge of the woods. A dead tree stands out, half broken as it lays snapped in half on the ground. The gentlemen emerge from view as they make their way past the carriage. The first is a sullen man, his face covered in deep scars that make him even more menacing. The second is Arthur Morgan.

It’s as if he materializes from your thoughts, as if he knew you needed to see him again. You try hard not to blink for fear he’ll scurry from you again. He slows his horse steadily, his eyes never leaving yours once he finds them, his chest immobile despite the breath he takes as he watches you pass, his leather gloves tightening the grip on the reins. In a few microseconds you feel your throat close and your hands going limp, your body and your soul dumbstruck by the mere sight of your lover.

You both remain still as you watch each other pass, frozen by the flames of passion still burning between you. A few seconds feel like hours as the carriage turns on the road, until suddenly his figure disappears from your window. You snap, swiftly turning your head to look out of the back window, your knees steady to hold you in position as you stare at him once more. His position has moved to watch you leave, his own horse wondering whether he should follow behind you.

But it’s his eyes. His unyielding radiant eyes strike you mad, his irises fixed on your own like he’s trying to tell you something.

Something only you can decipher. Something only you can fulfill.

Come back to me, missy.

Come back to me.

A/N: The next chapter should be out soon enough. It has been written in my head for months now. It is after all, the reason why I made this fic in the first place…

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan smut #goodmorgan #thank you all to those who have given me feedback hoping for more #it has helped me continue :)

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imaginedanvrs · 4 months

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encrypted relations

part 2 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 4k

warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, manipulation, implied sexual assault

After several days of having it in your possession, you finally gained access to all of the files on the device Yelena gave you and sent her a text to come over. You hadn’t heard from since she had last messaged you but Kate had been filling you in on all of the details of everything she and Yelena had achieved. It all sounded…full on. It was inevitable given that they were fighting highly trained assassins, but this time was different to the last Kate had been involved in. Your anxieties over your friend’s safety were only heightened when she came by your apartment in need of some bandages, though it also made you more eager to do your part to help.

Yelena came by an hour after you told her the device was ready, just as she said she would. “Hey, home intruder,” you greeted.

“Y/n l/n,” she countered as you let her in, a smirk forming on her lips.

“You know, if you want us to be friends you might think about being less formal,” you advised, knowing there was nothing actually formal about the blonde. You just needed her to stop smirking so that you could stop thinking about how hot she looked when she did.

“Noted,” she said as she followed you to your desktop.

“I haven’t had much of a look around, but the amount of information this thing was holding was so much more than I anticipated,” you explained as you scrolled down the file folders to display the extent of it all. “It could honestly take months to get through and that's under the assumption that there aren’t more hidden encryptions and locks.” You motioned for Yelena to sit as you made your way to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

“A coffee,” she said as her eyes scanned across all of the file names for something that stood out. She wasn’t sure where to even start. “We’ll have to send some of this to mom,” Yelena muttered. You nodded as you brought the coffee over, Natasha never called Melina mom.

“Maybe all of it, there might be some things here that we miss,” you admitted, bringing over another keyboard and stool to help manage the workload. “How is everything going on the ground?” You tried to ask conversationally but Yelena could pick up on your nerves.

“It’s challenging but it helps that Kate is there. I’m becoming a fan of those trick arrows.” You hummed, trying to look focused on the other monitor.

“Kate’s managing it okay then?”

“Of course, she is a good fighter. Very good form,” Yelena added as she remembered when Kate had used it on her when they first met. You didn’t say anything to that. You knew Kate was a good fighter, but she was facing the best who, in their altered state, wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

“I won’t let her get hurt,” she said sincerely as she looked at you. You didn’t turn your head to meet her gaze, not when your heart was already thumping faster than usual.

“Thank you,” you settled for, just as Marty got up from his dog bed next to the sofa. Yelena watched him stroll over.

“Hello Marty,” Yelena greeted and you had to bite your gum to stop your smile at how sweet the spy sounded. Marty seemed to think so too because his tail started wagging frantically as he leaned into Yelena’s pets. “What kind of breed is he?” The blonde asked when Marty lifted his front paws up onto her lap.

“Some kind of mutt, I found him in a dumpster,” you recalled, making Yelena raise her brows.

“I see why you and Kate are friends,” Yelena muttered as she patted the top of Marty’s head and turned back around. “I want a dog when this is all over,” the blonde sighed.

“Really? I saw you as more of a cat person,” you deadpanned, earning a sharp gasp from the Russian.

“Take that back!” She demanded in a way you couldn’t help but laugh at.

“What? You have cat-like eyes,” you observed.

“I do not like you anymore, y/n l/n,” she huffed as she browsed through the files.

“At least I know you did,” you pointed out.

“I thought that was obvious,” Yelena said and you could just hear that goddamn smirk. You cleared your throat and stood up from the desk.

“You spies are impossible to read,” you half assed the explanation.

“I guess I’ll have to be more forward in the future.” You weren’t sure you liked the sound of that, not with the suggestive tone Yelena was using. You dismissed it immediately, putting it down to the blonde just being a flirty person, though you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that hoped not.

You grabbed a glass of water and briefly observed the blonde who was now reading through the files studiously. It was getting late and you hadn’t had any dinner yet making you wonder if she had. “I’m gonna order some food, do you want anything?”

An hour later you and Yelena were finishing your noodles while a random episode of Survivor played on your third monitor. You could have played it on your tv but you and Yelena were trying to get through as many of the files as you could but such a tedious task needed its breaks.

“I could have done that,” Yelena uttered as she put more hot sauce in her container.

“That’s what Nat always says, you guys should go on it if you’re so sure,” you said even though you knew they were both right.

“Maybe when I’m retired,” Yelena pondered.

“Right, that’d be a great pass time for the elderly,” you scoffed as you threw your container in the bin. “What do you do for a pass time?” You pried.

“Drink,” Yelena shrugged.

“Like in bars?”

“Sure.”

“To meet people?” You knew you were being nosey, but Yelena didn't seem to mind.

“It’s not what I set out to do but if it happens,” she shrugged again, her eyes staying on the screen where she laughed at someone falling off of a platform.

“There’s a good gay bar not far from here,” you stated, not sure where you were going with it. At that, Yelena switched her gaze to you. “I made the mistake of taking Kate once, all the poor girls thought she was on the market.”

“Are you?” Yelena didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Sure, who doesn’t need to get laid every once in a while.” The blonde hummed at this, as though it was information she was interested in. “Maybe we should go some time,” you suggested, already wanting to spend more time with Yelena.

“Definitely we should,” she agreed with a small smirk you didn’t quite trust. You didn’t question it, too afraid that you would like the answer too much. Instead, you settled into a comfortable silence filled only by the reality show still playing as you continued through the files, not finding anything of relevance. So far, everything you had read through were past files that Yelena had dealt with herself in the past. You were beginning to dread that everything on the device was from the past, until you found one file that referred to something happening the following week.

“Look at this, four widows are being sent to the brooklyn bridge next week to incept some kind of transportation vehicle.” Yelena read the file with you, scanning it for all of the major details she needed. There wasn’t much, the report was brief and vague but it was enough for Yelena to go on and enough for you to be confident that the device held more valuable information on it. But it was getting late and you had work the next day.

“You can stay if you want to, but I should probably get to bed,” you admitted, knowing you would regret it the following day if you didn’t and that no one deserved to deal with your cranky, sleep deprived self.

“Oh shit,” Yelena muttered when she noticed the time. “It’s okay, I’ve got enough intel for now and with Melina working on it too I can leave it for another day.”

“If you’re sure,” you said as the blonde put her jacket back on and gave a few extra scratches to Marty.

“Thanks for dinner, y/n,” Yelena grinned as you shook your head with a smile.

“Any time,” you quipped back.

“Yeah?” She asked somewhat hopefully.

“Goodnight, Yelena,” you said instead, too tired to say anything else.

“Goodnight, y/n,” she replied, her typically rough accent softened in the same way her smile was. She really did have a nice smile.

Shit, you thought. I’m kind of into her.

“Where is your gun?” Yelena spun around in your desk chair as she spoke, just as she had been doing for several minutes prior. You wondered if she was going to be dizzy when she stopped.

“What gun?” You asked as you stared at the screen. Yelena had been coming over a few times recently to look through the seemingly endless files with you, every time able to discover valuable information on top of Melina’s own discoveries. Yelena and Kate acted on this whenever they could but widows kept appearing across the city and you didn’t seem to be any closer to discovering where, or who, they were all coming from.

“The gun you keep in your home,” she answered as though it was obvious. You gave her a look that said otherwise, causing Yelena to stare back blankly at you.

“I don’t have one,” you said simply.

“Why not?” She pushed.

“I’m not a good shot. Nat tried to teach me, Kate too, but I’m hopeless,” you admitted. Yelena tutted as she put her leg out onto your chair to stop herself spinning.

“I will teach you,” she declared.

“No thanks,” you disregarded as you pushed her foot off. It landed with a thud.

“I was not offering, y/n.”

“And yet I’m still declining,” you shrugged with a grin.

“Declining what?” Kate asked as she reemerged from the hallway.

“Yelena wants to teach me to shoot.” Kate huffed a laugh.

“Good luck with that, she sucks.”

“See.” You weren’t even offended by your best friend’s comments, knowing they were entirely true.

“I like a challenge,” Yelena stated, clearly adamant in the task. You let your eyes discreetly flicker to the blonde without moving your head from the direction of the screen and noticed the trace of a smirk on her lips. Those goddamn lips that always looked so soft and inviting and-

“If Natasha Romanoff couldn’t teach her, she’s a lost cause,” Kate chuckled as she helped herself to the contents of your fridge. Right. Natasha. The protective big sister of the gorgeous blonde next to you who also happened to be your kind-of-mentor. What would she do if she knew the less than respectful thoughts you had about Yelena? Besides, it was more important for you to spend your time with the Russian focusing on helping the widows.

“We’ll see,” Yelena muttered as she got up to join Kate in the raid of your kitchen.

“Anyway, I’m going down on this girl and from what I’m hearing she hasn’t been laid in a while but then some dick comes along and taps the window!” Ava hissed as she recollected the events. You glanced around in your immediate vicinity to see if anyone could overhear your friend’s story. “Then he starts saying that we’re parked in his spot or some shit,”

“Wait so you weren’t parked in some abandoned car park?”

“No it was like Target or something but that’s not the point,” she continued. You shook your head at your friend’s very believable recklessness and scanned the room again for anyone who had since come closer and was surprised to see Yelena strolling through the rows of desks towards you. Ava noticed your shift in attention and looked in the same direction to the blonde.

“Woah,” she murmured. Though Yelena was dressed casually, she still had a striking look about her. Maybe it was the air of confidence or general natural beauty, but she was stunningly beautiful.

“Natasha’s still away,” you told the blonde as she came closer.

“I’m here for you, actually.” You would be lying if you said that hearing her say that didn’t make your heart speed up a little.

“You're stealing her from me?” Ava questioned with an exaggerated pout. You rolled your eyes with a smile though Yelena looked less than impressed as she eyed your coworker.

“Tell me the rest tomorrow, I’m sure there’ll be more to add by then anyway,” you dismissed as you stood up and grabbed your bag.

“It did end on a cliffhanger,” Ava admitted. “See ya later babes,” she waved as walked side by side with Yelena.

“Babe?” The Russian questioned with a tone you hadn’t heard before.

“She’s like that with everyone,” you told her. Yelena hummed. “So what’s up? Have you found another drive?” You asked, assuming that to be the only reason Yelena would pull you out of work.

“No, we’re going to the shooting range,” Yelena explained matter of factly.

“No we are not,” you said, stopping in your tracks to glare at the spy.

“What if a widow finds out what you’re doing and comes to kidnap you?” Yelena questioned as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“If history says anything then she’ll recruit me to join the organisation she works for,” you shrugged.

“Ha.” You met Yelena’s unimpressed stare with your own, inevitably breaking first with a dramatic sigh.

“Fine, if it will get you off my back.” Yelena beamed at the small victory, a sight that was totally worth the amount of self respect you were about to give up to show the blonde just how bad you were with guns.

You glanced at Yelena as you walked in silence, wondering what she had been doing before she came to get you. She said before that she drank in her free time but you knew she must do more than that, even if she was a workaholic like her sister.

“What do you actually do when you’re not fighting or planning fights?” You asked suddenly.

“Read romance novels,” Yelena deadpanned with a straight face.

“Haha, really what do you do?” You pushed.

“Why?” She questioned with interest that matched your own.

“Because I want to know,” you answered simply. The red room had taken away so much of the sister’s lives that Natasha had once told you it had taken her a long time to know what to do with it once she got it back. Diving into work was the easiest solution but eventually the redhead had discovered she loved rewatching old spy films to put a brighter tint on her past. But Yelena had been out for considerably less time than Natasha, bringing you to wonder if she had found what helped her yet.

“Why?” Yelena repeated and this time you could tell she was being sarcastic.

“Yelena,” you pushed with a nudge to her shoulder as you walked.

“I don’t know!” She insisted back. There was your answer, you thought to yourself. The blonde seemed to notice your disappointment. “Go for walks,” she said simply. You looked at her curiously, so she continued. “I’m in new places a lot so I like to explore them. Everywhere. I like finding the places that aren’t in any tourists handbooks even though I probably won’t ever see them again.” That was… actually kind of sweet.

“Huh,” was all you could bring yourself to say in the moment. It certainly wasn’t what you expected and yet it made absolute sense.

“Also I read sci-fi books,” Yelena added and you smiled.

“Cool,” you nodded as you reached the firing range. You followed Yelena into the room that was entirely empty of any S.H.I.E.L.D personal - granted, it was lunch hour - and went down to the booth at the end while Yelena picked up a handgun along the way. You watched as she weighed it in her hands, assessing it, and wondered how many weapons she had handled in her life. Probably more than you had seen.

“Show me your stance,” she instructed as she handed you the weapon. You took it tentatively and held it up with both hands, squinting your right eye to line it up with the target but the blonde stopped you.

“Put your elbows out a little more, you don’t need your arms straight,” she explained as she stood behind you to put your arms in the correct position. You tensed slightly when you felt her front press against your back. “And loosen your shoulders,” she continued, voice lowered as she put her hands on your shoulder blades. You took a deep breath and relaxed them as best you could with Yelena so close to you. “Legs apart a bit more.” She nudged your foot to the side. “Even if you’re aiming at someone in front of you, you have to be prepared for someone to attack you from elsewhere and you can’t lose your balance,” she explained some more. You nodded, eyes glued to the target.

“Safety off.”

Click.

“Lower it some more, you need a target this close to be on the top.” You did so gradually.

“Relax,” she whispered and you most definitely did not. “Fire.” The gun shot rang through the room and you immediately recoiled as you flinched at the bang, accidentally pushing into Yelena who placed a hand to your waist to steady you.

“Wow,” she muttered and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “You are a bad shot,” she commented. You stepped away from her quickly to try and play off whatever that was.

“I told you,” you said as you willed away the flush you knew was on your cheeks. You put the gun down and Yelena picked it up.

“Watch,” she instructed sternly, sending off two shots that hit that target in the centre of the head.

“I didn’t see that coming,” you muttered.

“Try again,” she encouraged.

“Can we just go get lunch or something like normal people?” You huffed as you took the weapon and repeated your previous stance. You exhaled steadily and pulled the trigger, flinching at the noise again and hitting the target in the shoulder.

“That does hurt like a suka,” Yelena recalled.

“I want the story behind that,” you said immediately.

“Only if you hit the target in the head.”

Twenty minutes later, you still hadn’t hit the target in the head, but agents were starting to return to the shooting range so you decided to call it a day and Yelena reluctantly agreed. “We will try again soon,” she decided as you left, making you groan.

“But I live in a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment, I have a dog and I’ve got like a bunch of superhero friends,” you argued.

“And yet I got into your apartment,” Yelena countered.

“Then I’ll just keep you there,” you joked.

“Yeah?” She had that smirk on her face again.

“Not like that!” You insisted as you carried on towards the building you worked in.

“Where are you going?” Yelena called. You turned around and saw her standing on the path leading to the gates. “I thought we were going for lunch.” You grinned and followed after her.

“I need you to look something up.” You frowned at the voice that invaded your sleep, breaking through the barrier that allowed you your few hours sleep under the authority of more pressing matters. Rae shook you when it took a second longer to wake than she had the patience for.

“What time is it?” You groaned as you took in the silhouette standing next to the bed. After rubbing the sleep from your eyes to take your girlfriend in more clearly, you noticed the rare signs of stress on her features. She was rarely stressed. Often irritated, sometimes stoic, occasionally frantic, but rarely stressed.

“Just get up,” she demanded as she took hold of your arm and hauled you from the bed, very nearly making you trip over your duvet in the process. You didn’t protest and instead trudged over to your computer to turn it on as Rae paced behind you.

It had been a week since the first search she had asked you to do and you had been hoping in that time that she wouldn’t ask again. Of course, you knew she would. Your only realistic hope was that no harm would come of the next one, though perhaps that was unrealistic too. Though it had been playing on your mind a great deal, you couldn’t come to any reasonable conclusion as to why Rae wanted information about a Hydra agent. Double agent? You weren’t sure. Granted, the people that Rae spent her time with outside of work and you were…questionable from what you had seen, but you wouldn’t accuse them of being Hydra personnel on any basis.

You had brought up Rae’s ‘friends’ once, back when you still felt like you got a say in each other's lives. She had been livid. She accused you of trying to isolate her, of being selfish, of being jealous. She said you had no right to judge her social life when you lacked your own. The irony of that was laughable, because she had never let you have one from the moment she met you, just a couple months after moving to the States. You told her that. That was the first time she hit you. That was the first time she reminded you that if you left her, there was no one for you to go to.

Rae recalled another name and you went through the steps to find a result. You hesitated before clicking on the file and if Rae noticed she didn’t say anything, perhaps assuming you were just tired. You opened the document, revealing the subject to be another Hydra agent. That time, you didn’t read the document at the same time as Rae. You got up from the chair and headed into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water without looking back at the screen or the woman in front of it.

It was five am, you had to be up for work in a couple hours. You yawned and went back into the bedroom, not caring about taking the steps to log off the site when Rae was done. Your computer automatically turned off after an hour of inactivity anyway. You could worry about erasing your trail once you had had more sleep. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you were caught and stopped. You’d come to ponder that a lot in the months to come.

You had almost fallen back asleep when you felt the bed dip and Rae slip under the covers. Under the impression that the file had put her in the same good mood as the last one, you moved to turn around and hold her as she so rarely let you, but instead you felt a hand press down between your shoulder blades and push you into the bed. You went to lift your head and protest, confused by the cloud of sleep around you, but another hand planted itself against the back of your head and kept your face in the pillows. It was too hard, you couldn’t breath. You squirmed and kicked out beneath Rae, knowing that only ever made things worse but couldn’t fight off the instinct to do so.

She let up eventually, opting to keep your head down but with your face to the side. “Shut up,” she hissed at your whine once you felt a familiar object push into you. You willed your body to adjust to the intrusion as quickly as possible, to do what it always did and turn that discomfort into pleasure at the sake of your sanity. It had to. It knew to. Because it was going to be one of those nights.

#marvel #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova smut #white widow #black widow #natasha romanoff #kate bishop

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solarisstyles · 10 months

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count: 3.2k+ Warnings: fighting, angst, discussions of feelings, neglected friendships Summary: Your friendship with Harry is on the rocks, forcing you to admit your feelings for him. A/N: None!

read part one here

4 years later…

Nothing has changed since that day with Harry. Aside from the fact that you were more confused than ever on where you both stood. When he wasn’t on tour, he was with friends, and sometimes you. It was kind of like doing backflips to get Harry to hang out with you now. Everytime you’d randomly send him a text, asking to hang out, he would already have plans. So, you eventually stopped reaching out, letting him be the one to make a move if he wanted to really spend time with you. Of course, that resulted in several arguments of you both yelling the same thing back and forth to each other.

“I ALWAYS HAVE TO REACH OUT TO YOU. YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE!” Harry screamed over the phone.

“Because you ALWAYS have something else going on, Harry. You’re either busy when I call or already have plans with people!” your voice was strained, trying desperately to not cry. You couldn’t let him hear how much this broke your heart. How much he was breaking your heart.

You decided that night, that if he wouldn’t listen to you, that your journal would. You started out just simply writing, but it evolved into a heartfelt letter. A letter to Harry you swore he would never see. Everytime a big fight would happen, or you would find yourself overwhelmed with feelings, you’d write Harry a letter. Most of the pages in your journal had wet spots on them from tears you’d cry as you poured your heart out to the pages before you. You didn’t care though. It helped relieve the pain some.

The first big crack Harry ever put in your heart, was the night he randomly dropped on you that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he’d been hiding for six months. The way he told you though, tore straight through you.

You were having one of those rare nights where he was able to spend time on the phone with you. It was so nice to hear his voice, until you could hear the shift in his tone, like he was nervous to tell you something.

“So, asking for a friend, but what would you do if the girl you were dating for six months now, just ghosted you for four of those months?” The random bombshell made your heart lurch up your throat.

Giving a small forced laugh, you attempted to joke with him, “Is this your way of telling me you have a girlfriend?” you asked.

“No, no I’m genuinely asking for a friend.” he assured.

“Well, I’d dump her. She’s clearly not really into your friend then.”

“See! That’s what I’ve been telling him but he won’t listen!” Harry exclaimed.

Laughing softly, you carried on with another conversation topic you’ve been dying to tell him about. In the middle of your story, he dropped it on you, “I’m the friend.” he quickly said.

There was a beat of silence, you looked at the wall in front of you, waiting for it to open up and swallow you whole. “What?” you asked, wanting to make sure you heard him right.

“I’m the friend with the girlfriend.” He clarified, voice slightly shaky.

“You’ve had a girlfriend for six months and you didn’t tell me?” Your voice cracked, wavering some as you processed what he was telling you.

He was hesitant to speak, scared of how this conversation was going, “I thought I told you…”

“No, you didn't, Harry.” you bit back. “Look I gotta go.”

“No, please I-” without letting him finish, you hung up, freely letting your tears fall and your broken sobs fill the room. You began to reflect back on your time with Harry over the past couple years. He never wanted to take photos with you, anytime you hung out felt like a secret and you had to sneak around, he got upset when you would mention a funny memory you have with him to another friend. You felt dirty, small, insignificant. Were you only good enough when nobody else would pick up the phone? Were you only good enough when he had nobody else to hang out with? Were you just a last option to him now?

You didn’t know when it got to this point. You felt blindsided even though it was in front of you this whole time. Like a snake just waiting to strike when you least expected it.

The next call you got from Harry was on Valentine's Day, you really didn’t know what to expect from him anymore, so you answered with caution, “Hello?”

“Hey…” he softly said, you can’t recall ever hearing him speak so gently. “I, um, I broke up with her.”

You weren’t sure what kind of response he was expecting. You were still hurt that he hid the relationship from you. The worst part was that you didn’t even know why he hid it. You thought you were both closer than that. “I’m…sorry?” was the response he got instead.

“Don’t be. It was a crappy relationship anyway.” he mumbled.

It was silent for a few minutes, and you could feel the tension building in your chest. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“No, no! I also just wanted to say happy Valentine’s Day. I know it’s your favorite holiday.”

He was desperately scrambling to try and make things normal. He hated the divide that seemed to be growing further and further between the two of you. Harry would never admit how much this was hurting him too. He knew what a dumbass he was being and deeply regretted acting the way he was. It was so second nature for him to tell people you were his best friend, but he wasn’t treating you like it.

“Thanks. You too Harry.” you softly replied, wanting to keep the conversation short. “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, I understand.” it was an open endearing statement, but you both knew what he meant behind it.

You wrote another letter to him that night.

The second time Harry left a crack in your heart, was embarrassingly in front of his friends. You were lucky to have the night off and catch one of their local shows. It was electric and you could see the pure joy and love for the music on all their faces. Harry belonged on that stage.

After the concert, you all hung out for a while, having a few drinks and just enjoying each other’s company. It’d been a while since you hung out with the whole group. It felt like old times that you held close to your heart.

When it was time to leave, you followed them out to their bus. Standing back so they could pack up the last of their things, you stepped forward to give Harry a hug. “Love you.” you whispered low enough where you thought only you two could hear it.

“Yep.” Harry replied, quickly letting go of you.

“Okay, Harry.” you said, instantly annoyed and hurt.

“You can say you love her too, Harry.” Mitch scolded, hearing the interaction between the two of you.

“I’m treating everyone that way, it's no big deal!” he exclaimed, doing a piss poor job of recovering the situation so he didn’t look bad. Walking around to all of his friends giving them a awkwardly quick hug, and trying to pull you and Mitch into a group hug.

You pushed him off of you, “Don’t touch me!” you exclaimed, stepping away from him. This earned a collective round of ‘ooooh’s from the others.

You tried to ignore the hurt look on Harry’s face. He didn’t deserve your pity after treating you this way.

Gathering your things to leave, Mitch stopped you and pulled you into a gentle hug, “It was nice seeing you tonight. I’m glad you could make it.”

Hugging him back, you held back your tears that so badly wanted to rain down your cheeks, “I’m glad I could make it too. You guys did amazing.”

Giving the others a hug as well, you quickly made your way to your car without a second look back. You were glad you didn’t, or you would have seen Mitch going off on Harry inside of the tour bus, and his face contorted as he tried not to cry, watching as you walked away.

You wrote him another letter that night as well.

Over all you had a total of five letters written so far. You read through them one evening with a looming sense of dread hanging over you. Maybe you and Harry weren’t meant to be anything more than friends. It was a hard pill to swallow, and an even more harsh reality to accept. Setting the journal on your bedside table, you laid down and sobbed into your pillow.

How could you be so dumb to fall for your best friend? Why was he giving you so many mixed signals? Did he want you or did he just like being your friend? You thought back to all the hopeful moments he put in your head.

The custom Hogwarts acceptance letter he got you for Christmas, he knew you were obsessed with the series and it was something you both bonded over. But the kicker was he said that would be the perfect gift for a girlfriend. Then there was the time he talked to you about the type of engagement rings he would like to get for the girl he marries. Making random comments about how certain rings would look on your own hand.

There were also the sweet messages he would send you while he was traveling, “I’m trying to send you a picture of the stars from the plane.” he texted you one evening. It took you back to the night you first hung out by yourselves. Sitting on the back of your car and using a shitty constellation app on your phone to look at the sparkling sky above you.

It was moments like these that made you think you were possibly getting warmer. That he would finally make a move. It was starting to seem more and more unlikely though as time went on.

You stopped answering every time he would call. You stopped replying to every text. Pulling yourself away was the only way you knew how to cope. It was your way of accepting how things were.

The next time Harry was in town, he made a beeline for your apartment. Banging on the door loud enough to startle you even though it was 11:00 pm. “Who the hell?” you mumbled, walking over to your door, peaking through your peephole to see Harry standing there with his hands in his pockets, anxiously looking around.

Opening your door, you could see the distress all over his face, his body even seemed tense. “Hey…” he said, trying to be casual.

“Harry, it’s late. What are you doing here?” you asked, concerned something was seriously wrong.

“I couldn’t-...I couldn’t sleep.I needed to see you.” shifting his gaze from you to the ground, he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shown up like this.”

You could feel your anger bubbling over. It didn’t help that he caught you at a vulnerable time of drowsiness. Staring him down, you wondered how he could be so oblivious. Any other time, you’d welcome him into your home without a second thought, but right now you really just wanted to slam the door in his face.

Your strong resolve was crumbling and quickly. You didn’t want to fight with him where it would be a disturbance to your neighbors, so you opened the door a little more and stood to the side, “Come in.”

Once he was inside, you closed the door and returned it to its locked position. “Go sit on the couch, I need to grab something from my room.” your instructions left no room for argument, walking down the hallway to your room before he could protest.

Opening the drawer to your bedside table, you pulled out the journal and held it in your hands. They trembled slightly as you thought about what you were about to do. This was going to either make or break the both of you, and you couldn’t help but think it would break you. He needed to know though. He needed to read all the pain he’d put you through along with all the happiness. You’ve never put your heart out on the line like this for somebody and you always swore that nobody would have this kind of hold over you. Harry snuck in though and wrapped himself around your heart, and if he wasn’t going to take care of it, then you needed him gone.

Slowly making your way back to the living room, you found Harry sitting on your sofa like you’d instructed. He must have felt that he was dancing on thin ice with you and knew it was best to just listen at this point. He didn’t even think you’d answer the door, he didn’t deserve your kindness.

He looked up at you as you came to stand in front of him, clutching the journal to your chest.

You looked back down at him, jaw set and body tense as you thought of what to say. “This…this journal holds some of my most intimate thoughts and feelings. I started writing a while ago as an outlet. What started as a diary for nobody to see turned into a book of letters to you that I swore you’d never see.” a shaky sigh parted your lips. “But, now I think you should.” holding the journal out to him, you watched as he hesitantly looked from you to the book. He seemed almost scared to touch it, as if it would burn him. A twisted part of you hoped it would.

Hesitantly taking the book, he sat it in his lap and looked down at it, like he was trying to telepathically will it to tell him what it said without having to open it. He looked genuinely scared, almost making you feel bad for doing this. You had to stay strong though.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you sniffled softly to clear your nose, “I’ll be in my room to give you some privacy.”, walking back to your bedroom, and softly closing the door. You sat in bed, staring a hole through the door as you waited for a response. Your phone couldn’t even distract you from the jack rabbit pace your heart was beating.

It was cliche but minutes truly felt like hours, and the hours felt like days. It was nearing 1:30 am now and you were starting to wonder if he’d left. Just as you were about to get up and do a sweep of your apartment, there was a soft knock at your door. You felt your heart lurch to your throat once more. It was Harry on the other side, but your heart was beating as if there was an intruder in your home. In a sense he was. He almost felt like a stranger to you now, a spark of hope was still lit inside of you though.

Opening the door, you were once again met with Harry’s face, except this time, his eyes were bloodshot, dried tear stains on his cheeks, and his eyelashes still wet from the tears he’d cried. Now he was the one clutching the journal to his chest, shifting his gaze to the ground in shame when your eyes met his own.

“I don’t know where to begin.” he sniffled, “I know sorry won’t change anything I’ve put you through. I didn’t deserve to know any of this after how I’ve treated you.” his voice cracked half way through his sentence, making your own heart ache.

You stood in silence, letting him gather his thoughts so he could speak his own feelings to you. Putting on a brave face so he didn’t see how absolutely nervous you were.

“I’ve been a horrible friend to you. I don’t deserve to even be standing here right now or holding this journal. Worst of all I’ve been so painfully blind to how you feel about me. When I look back on it, you made it so obvious. Truthfully the thought of you being in love with me scares me, because I’m in love with you too, I’ll fuck up though, I already have.” his face contorted as he began to cry again.

Your own eyes started to sting with unshed tears, your chest began to ache as it felt like your heart was constricting within you. Words failed to escape you as you tried to find a way to comfort him. Nothing could express how happy you were that he didn’t run like he always would. He didn’t push you away this time.

Stepping forward, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, hugging him close to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Dropping the journal, Harry was quick to wrap you in his arms as well, resting his head upon your own as he cried. “I never meant to break your heart the way I did. I thought I was protecting us both by keeping you at a distance. I’m so sorry.” His hand cradled the back of your head gently as if you would break in his arms more than you already have.

Your own tears now stained his shirt, knowing your feelings were finally heard, and seen felt like the biggest weight off your shoulders. Like you were able to drop a boulder you’ve been carrying for so long. “I forgive you.”

“I don’t deserve it, but I’m so happy you do. Because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” his eyes were screwed shut, soaking in the feeling of you finally being in his arms like he wanted you to be for so long.

“You were my friend before anything Harry. I wasn’t going to let our friendship die over this. But I needed you to know how bad it was hurting me.”

“I understand.”

Standing in your doorway, the both of you stood in silence as you held one another. Eventually the tears were dried up and the exhaustion began to set in. “Do you want to stay the night? I’m so drained.” you asked, feeling like your eyelids had a ten pound weight resting on them.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” Harry assured you, rubbing your back softly.

Moving to your bed, you both laid there, facing one another in the now dark room. You could feel Harry looking at you, as you were looking back at him. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you whispered back.

Feeling him shift closer to you, and his arms wrap around you once more, your face cuddled into his chest as the exhaustion pulled you under.

Harry stayed awake till he felt your breathing even out, letting him know you’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t how he was expecting things to end up when he showed up on your doorstep. As he fell asleep with you in his arms, he thanked whatever higher power there was that things turned the way they did.

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grandeoatmilklatte · 6 months

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Kinktober #3 🎃 - Garreth/MC/Richard x Voyeurism

Sincerest apologies for the huge gap in my writing (i'm sure a two week gap isn't that drastic to others but it certainly is for me!) I hope the smuttyness of this makes up for it! I'm sure this is super niche and only like, 3 people will enjoy it, but shout out to you if you're one of those 3 😂

Garreth Weasley x F!MC x Richard Jackdaw x Voyeurism - (1.6k words)

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“You want to WHAT?!” she asked her ghostly lover with a face of shock. She needed to make sure she heard him right, since the request came out of nowhere, and was unlike anything he had ever asked of her before.

Richard hesitated, taking her shock as a no. “I…I’m sorry I asked.” his gaze went to the floor as he floated upwards and away from her.

“No, wait! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so surprised. I just…want to make sense of it!” She backtracked. But “sense” wasn’t a word that could be used to describe any aspect of her “relationship” with the ghost.

After her first meeting with Richard Jackdaw’s ghost in her fifth year, the two became friendly, but that friendship morphed into an attraction by her 7th year. Despite their feelings towards each other, they knew they could truly never be together, and had made peace with this, agreeing to still have fun. They spent plenty of time together, Richard taking her to his favorite places in and around Hogwarts where they could be alone and enjoy each other’s company. To make up for their inability to be intimate with each other, she would often pleasure herself for him, fucking herself with her slender fingers or the handle of her wand while Richard would whisper filth and praise in her ears until she climaxed.

To further emphasize that their relationship was strictly fun and friendly, Richard encouraged her to seek other (human) lovers in addition to him. She took this encouragement willingly in the form of Garreth Weasley, who was her boyfriend of the past six months. Garreth and Richard knew of each other, and Garreth didn’t feel threatened at all by Richard’s arrangement with her. He actually found the idea of a ghost getting hot over his girlfriend arousing.

In the same way Garreth knew about Richard’s interactions with his girlfriend, Richard was aware of what they did behind closed doors. He was ashamed to admit it, but there were numerous occasions where he’d (both accidentally and purposefully) float past her room in the Room of Requirement when they were alone. The muffled sounds of her moans as Garreth did things to her would excite him. Richard always wished he could be the one drawing the sounds out of her, but he knew he couldn’t. So instead, he imagined being in the room with them, watching Garreth fuck her. This was when he was hit with an idea - he wanted to join them, not to partake, but rather to watch. It took him several days to feel brave enough to ask, and tonight he had floated into her bedroom to finally do so.

Richard’s confidence began to dwindle the longer she stayed silent. He almost turned and left when she finally spoke up.

“I’ll have to talk to Gar, but I think he’ll be okay with it.” She said with a smile.

Richard’s eyes shot up at her, having not expected this answer. “Oh..well alright. Just let me know when that would be okay.”

Garreth’s approval came a day later, Richard and his mortal lover meeting to discuss the logistics. They settled on two days later, which happened to be Halloween, the night where the veil was supposedly the thinnest between the mortal and spirit realms. Richard found this a bit cheeky, and couldn’t determine if this was planned on purpose or not.

Richard made his way to the Room of Requirement, the halls littered with seventh year students in varying degrees of drunkenness, all decked out in costume from the Halloween party in Gryffindor tower. He found his mortal lover already in the room with Garreth, whom he had not yet spoken to since the request to watch them.

Garreth seemed to be dressed as some sort of Greek god, wearing only a toga. Richard could understand why his mortal lover was so enamored with him - he had a gorgeous head of red hair, bright emerald green eyes, and a big smile. A portion of his chest was visible through the toga, showing that he was well built and fit. She, on the other hand, was dressed as a very sultry feline, cat ears adorning her head, thin black whiskers drawn on her face, and a skin tight bodysuit covering her body and hugging her curves deliciously.

The trio exchanged awkward smiles and head nods, remaining silent for several minutes until the beautiful cat had enough.

“Okay…well…we should probably get started…” she said as she awkwardly stood up, looking between the boys. Her heart fluttered as she looked them over. She cared for them both deeply, both of them making her happy in their own way. She took a moment to gather herself, before she straddled Garreth’s lap as he remained seated on the bed, pulling him in for a kiss. Garreth responded right away, laying back on the bed and pulling his girlfriend with him.

They immediately forgot Richard was present, finding a rhythm in the way their bodies moved against each other as they kissed. Garreth flipped them over so that he was the one on top, continuing the assault on her lips as his hands trailed up the front of her bodysuit. As he slipped it off her shoulders and down her body, she looked over at Richard, who was watching them both intensely with his lips parted. If he could still breathe, she assumed he'd be breathing heavily in response.

Once the bodysuit was discarded on the floor, Garreth was quick to disrobe himself. Richard watched as she spread her legs to accommodate Garreth’s tall frame. Garreth moved his lips down her body, leaving a trail of kisses until his lips reached between her legs. The room soon filled with her moans, the ones that Richard was all too familiar with. He watched as her hands threaded into Garreth’s red hair, pulling as he worked her, his tongue lapping up her juice and his lips latching on to and sucking her clit. She was done for once Garreth brought his hand into the mix, screaming his name as she orgasmed around his fingers that were rapidly pumping in and out of her.

Once she had come down from her orgasm, Garreth wasted no time lining himself up with her entrance, sliding inside of her. Richard was in awe at how easily she took him, having taken note of Garreth’s impressive size when he first undressed. Her legs wrapped around him as he thrusted in and out of her, showing her tight hole no mercy. As Garreth pounded her, she couldn’t help but turn her gaze to Richard once again, who had moved significantly closer to the pair. She maintained eye contact with him as he changed positions, floating over to stand behind her and right by her ear. It was Garreth’s turn to watch as Richard leaned in, whispering, but still speaking loud enough that Garreth could hear Richard’s words.

“You’re being such a good girl, darling, taking his cock so well. Does he make you feel good, baby?”

Her answer came in the form of a whimpered “yes”, while Garreth’s groaned at how hot this all was. Richard let out a chuckle, aware of how his words affected not just her, but Garreth as well.

“Doesn’t she look so beautiful like this, Garreth? She looks like an angel. Tell me, Garreth, does she feel good? I bet she feels…so soft, and so warm.”

Garreth groaned in response to the ghost’s words.

“She feels…amazing! You feel so good, baby! Are you going to cum for me, baby? Are you going to cum for us, baby? Richard and I want you to cum.” Garreth moaned as her body began to tighten around him.

“Oh yes, darling. You’re so close. Please cum for us.” Richard added in as he brought his hand to her face.

She swore she could feel a slight cold tingle on her cheek as Richard brushed his hand against it. This sensation paired with one final hard thrust from Garreth sent her over the edge, her second orgasm of the night hitting her hard.

Garreth picked up his pace, his own release being moments away. He took his eyes off of his girlfriend and on to the specter, who had words of encouragement for him as well.

“That’s it Garreth, you’re so close. She wants you to cum for her. I want you to cum for her. Be a good boy Garreth!”

Garreth’s release came immediately with a moan of her name, followed by the pair panting and trying to catch their breath. Richard floated backwards towards the corner of the room, wanting to give them both space to come down from their highs.

Once they had calmed down and gotten changed into pajamas, Richard drifted back towards them as they snuggled up in her bed, ready to turn in for the night. Richard’s eyes couldn’t meet hers, a small feeling of shame coming over him for their actions tonight.

“Thank you for uh…allowing me to watch you. I hope it wasn’t…odd for you and I hope it doesn’t tarnish what we have.”

Garreth was the one to respond to Richard first. “Not a problem, mate. I will say I didn’t know what to expect tonight, but that was quite enjoyable. I think we’d love for you to join us again, wouldn’t we, darling?” Her response was only a nod as she looked up at Richard with sleepy eyes.

Richard smiled. Although he could no longer feel most mortal emotions in his ghostly state, he felt a small tingle of happiness being able to spend time with her and further their “relationship.”. He bid the pair goodnight as he floated out into the hallway, already looking forward to the next night he’d spend with them.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x you #richard jackdaw #richard jackdaw x mc #richard jackdaw smut #once again i cant believe i typed that tag out wow

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HI YAZZ

I am here for my bbg Zen cause he’s silly

Could you maybe possibly write him and the reader just chilling. Maybe it’s after he’s captured by Talon. The reader, whom he knows because they were with Genji during when he went on his little thing, is now a member of Talon and is the one who’s supposed to oversee him.

Maybe Zen Talks some sense into the reader and reader is all like “ah shit I can’t keep him here in good conscience :(“

That’s just an idea, you don’t have to use it! ILY thank you 🫶

ZEN MY SWEET ANGELLLLL

THANK YOU SWEETIE!!

Zenyatta x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1200

Years at the Monastery had served you well. Making friends with the locals in Nepal, understanding the teachings of the Shambali and of course, getting close to a monk called Zenyatta. Your mind was finally calm, even during the toughest times and you had Zenyatta to thank for that.

It was a friendly relationship, yet his younger brother, Ramattra, was not too keen on a human being by his side. You did what you could to make the younger omnic like you, but it was in vain. No matter how much you showed kindness, it wasn’t working.

That was then.

Ramattra had since left the Monastery, leaving you, Zenyatta and your master, Mondatta there. Neither one of you knew what the younger omnic was planning, but you believed it was something right.

Zenyatta left soon after, you in tow as you left Nepal. There was no goal in mind, mindlessly following the monk as he tried to offer teachings of peace to those he came across. During this time, you both met Genji, not just a Japanese man, but a Shimada.

You knew of him, or at least of the Shimada clan, but you never once judged him for his past. He already had a lot on his plate with dealing with his change in body. Half human, half cyborg, it was a lot to take in.

It took some time, but Genji finally came to peace with himself and the three of you were traveling together.

That was then.

Several years had passed and you hadn’t seen either of them since you parted ways. You were working with Talon, bargaining with Null Sector. You had inklings about who was running the show, but your word would never be heard by the higher ups. All you had to do was follow orders.

Most of the crew were on missions, others just coming back. You weren’t allowed in the field for the next few months due to an injury you sustained in your last mission. A shot to the head that only grazed your temple had you out of commission for awhile. You were lucky it wasn’t fatal, but the recovery was extensive, both mentally and physically.

There was talk around headquarters of an omnic in the cells and it wasn’t long after that you had your orders to oversee this captee. It was something to do while you were recovering.

The window in the door was blacked out, the lights inside were off; they usually aren’t unless there were people inside trying to get information, but when no noise could be heard, you turned the lights on, peering into the cell.

“No…”

You swipe your card to get in but access was denied, typical that they hadn’t set it up yet. Of course, that did not stop you as you input your commanders code, the door sliding open instantly. You’ll take the wrap when the time comes.

“Zen…?” You call out, approaching him cautiously as the door slides shut behind you. He doesn’t move for a moment but when he does, his fingers twitch, lights flickering on his forehead.

Zenyatta had wires coming from his head, a small hum of electricity present in the room.

“[y/n]?” He cocks his head to the side, wires shifting slightly.

“You remembered me?” You kneel down in front of him. He was no threat.

“I could never forget you. What are you doing here?” The monk asks.

“I...” There was a small hesitation. “I work here.”

“You work… here?” He doesn’t seem to believe it.

“Yes, unfortunately so.” You sigh. “How did they find you?”

“I cannot say for certain.” He admits.

“Did they hurt you?” You question.

“No. I came along willingly.”

“I see…” You were curious, but you had your ways to find out. “How is Genji?”

“He is fine. Before I was taken here, he went back to see his brother.”

You nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m glad he is doing okay.” Bringing your hand up, you stroke his head, the metal a cool contrast to your warm hand. “I’m glad you’re okay too.”

“Thank you for the concern.” He chuckles.

There was an awkward silence before you hold one of the red wires circling him. “They’re extracting information from you?”

“Yes. They believe I know who is leading Null Sector.”

“Do you?”

“I do not.” There was an uncertainty in his tone. “Though I have my suspicions.”

You whisper just in case someone was outside. “Ramattra?”

“Yes.”

Then that struck another conversation.

“I’m sorry about Mondatta.”

“It was not your fault.” He says solemnly. “He believed he could bring change and peace in a more civilised matter. His work with humans were proving successful until that night in Kings Row.”

You nod. “I’ll dig around and see if I can find anything regarding his death.”

“Do not put yourself in danger. Time has since passed from that day.”

“Zen… If it brings some peace of mind-”

“Please, [y/n].” He hums, looking at you. His optics are searching for something.

You bring your hand to his, thumb stroking over his knuckles. “Okay…”

He nods his head. “Thank you.” There was a short pause before he speaks again. “Finding out what happened will not bring him back. We must move on.”

“I know.” You bring tilt his head up, making him face you. “Perhaps you can finish what he started.”

Zenyatta tilted his head in curiosity. “How? I am here.”

“Not for long.” You smile before you stand, leaving the room. There was nobody in sight as you fiddled with the system outside of the room. The security mechanisms were shut down, cuffs were released as all transfer of data halted.

You had to be quick to get him out without anyone seeing. Something inside of you had to help your friend. You had to leave with him.

Rushing back in, you unclip the wires, helping him stand. Your hands caress his face, the golden metal shimmering in the light.

“We’re getting out of here.” You say with a hushed voice. “Follow me.”

You grab his wrist, pulling him along through the hallways, out of sight from everyone and the cameras. His steps were almost silent against the tiled floor as he followed behind you, listening to every command you gave him.

It was the perfect time with the majority of the base out on missions.

After several long minutes of running and hiding, the building was but a distant memory. The crowds around the city centre were a perfect distraction as the two of you blend in. Zenyatta’s hand never left yours as the pair of you wandered through the crowds and for once, he felt safe.

“Thank you, [y/n].” He speaks out as he walks beside you.

“I’d rather see you safe than locked up in a cell against your will.”

“What about you?” He asks.

“I can protect myself should they come looking for me. Perhaps… we can wander the world again? Together?”

“Company would be appreciated.” He chuckles. “Let us get out of here.”

“Where to first?”

He looks over at you, looking you up and down.

“Somewhere to change our clothes.”

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kjsnugget · 8 months

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Chapter 7

Spencer reid x male reader x Derek Morgan

Genre: Angst

TW: mentions of mental illness, yelling, cursing, suicide.

A/n- sorry for the long wait guys here is chapter seven I will try to have chapter 8 out way sooner this time!!

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It's been three days since anyone at work has seen you. No one wanting to overwhelm you. Your presence was missed by everyone who ever worked with you. Everyone knew you would be coming back today. Excitement was filling the full office that had been filled with silence while you were gone. The only noise was the sound of agents bustling about and the sound of pens on paper. Your desk had been empty, but not for long. Penelope had filled it with cards expressing how much she cared for you. Her heart was hurting from the events of the past months. She was angry. You deserved better then what was being given to you.

She had a hard time maintaining her happy personality as she watched you go through everything. She remembers when she found out Spencer cheated on you it was the first time she felt anger towards him. How could someone so smart have such an empty head? How could he possibly think any of this would play in his favor? You were a gem to be treated carefully and he didn't handle you with care. She was angry with Hotch for not telling you Emily was alive.

Deep down she knew it was his job but sometimes there were more important things then protocol. He could have saved you from so much pain. Everything that happened could have been avoided. She knew she would have to come to terms with everything and move on. For now she sat in front of the doors waiting anxiously for you to walk in.

It didn't take to long to see you and Derek strolling in hand in hand. She couldn't help the excitement that flowed out of her as the two of you walked in. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around you as well as scolding you for your choices. She noticed the smile that was usually plastered on your face was no longer the same as it was. You hugged her tightly but your brightness has been severely dulled. Looking to Derek for answers, she was met with silence, he would never air your feelings and business out without your permission. She knew he was looking out for you, however, her worry for you only grew.

Her and the others watched as you walked past your desk, Derek knew the happy moment you two shared days earlier would only distract you fer a short period of time. He knew the emotions would swirl back around and he wasn't going to tell you to handle them any other way then how you wanted to. All he could do was prevent others from adding onto the stress that was already there. His eyes stay trained on you as you walked towards Hotchs office.

You knew a reprimand was in your future and you wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. You weren't angry for getting in trouble you made your own choices and they have consequences. You hated the fact you had no nerves bubbling in your stomach as you stood in front of your boss the feeling of numbness had taken over.

"M/n did you hear me?" His deep voice brought you out of your trance "no sir I'm sorry" you hated the habit you developed of dissociating from your reality that was tearing you apart. " I asked if you had anything to say about your actions" shaking your head in response he continued "well this is your first reprimand so it's a written reprimand on top of the verbal but I would like you to take leave for a few weeks" you unfortunately heard that part.

"What? No I don't need a vacation Hotch I'm good" the tight lip smile he did told you there wasn't a question in his statement "M/n you put yourself and your team in danger because of unresolved issues you have been dealing with the past few months" he was right but you wouldn't admit that " okay and I have been reprimanded for that! You didn't send Rossi on leave when he worked a case by himself or when Elle shot that unsub!" You didn't mean to raise your voice but you were frustrated other then Derek this was all

you had and you didn't want to lose that to. "I know I didn't and I should have and I refuse to make those same mistakes with you. I will not lose another person I care about by not trusting myself" you heard where he was coming from but once again emotions can cloud judgment "this isn't fair Hotch"

The look in your eyes was the same one he had seen in Elle before she murdered someone. He would not repeat his mistakes " during and after your leave I'm setting up mandatory counseling session that you will attend if you want to keep your position on this team" he knew you would be angry he had expected it. He also knew later down the road you would thank him. He wanted you on the team, but he wanted you at your best and right now you weren't at your best. How could you be? For months life has thrown things at you left and right and you have not had time to process and heal from these events. He didn't feel comfortable sending you back in the field until he thought you were ready.

"When does my leave start?" He could hear the hoarseness in your voice a sign you were holding back tears. By the way your fist were tightened he could tell you weren't sad but angry. "It's effective immediately a minimum of three weeks, after that you are free to return upon receiving clearance from your counselor" he hated you being upset with him but he knew it was what's best for you. So he didn't take it personal when you stormed out of his office without saying another word. He could only hope he was doing the right thing.

Confusion rose in the bau as you stormed past everyone trying to make it to the door. Unfortunately you bumped into Spencer on your way out before he could say anything your words spilled out "just shut the fuck up Spencer and leave me alone" you didn't mean to snap but you were tired "I was just going to apologize for bumping into you" shaking your head "just move out of the way!" He was taken aback by your tone. He had been with you for years to know that you were on the verge of a breaking point.

"M/n are you okay?" Snapping your eyes up at him the coldness behind them scared him "am I okay? No Spencer I'm not okay and god I can't believe you have the nerve to even ask me that!" All you wanted to do was go home "I just noticed you seemed stressed I wanted to help" his words shouldn't have never left his mouth "help? You know what you could do to help? Stay the fuck out of my life Spencer. I hate you. Everything about you makes me sick to my stomach I wish we never met."

Rationality Spencer knew the words you threw at him were untrue, but it still hurt to hear them. He knew he hasn't done anything to deserve your love and respect but words still hurt him. Instead of replying he simply stepped aside as you walked away from him. He knew you needed space but he feared what you were capable of if you were on your own. So instead of following you he went to the only person who could keep you from doing stupid things. "Morgan we need to talk it's important"

Derek couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Spencer's tone "what is it Reid I'm looking for m/n" mentally he rolled his eyes but that was unimportant at the moment despite things between him and Derek being rocky they could agree on one thing, you shouldn't be alone.

Once stepping into your home all the pent up anger had resurfaced. The anger you had tried to overcome wasn't gone it was only overlooked. You hadn't moved on and that was certainly coming out as the place you now called home began to look more of a mess. Glasses were shattered on walls, plates smashed on the floor, pictures of you and Emily broken, walls now bearing new holes. You hated how upset two people could make you but you knew deep down this was all becoming to much. How do you overcome something like this? All you wanted was to escape. So you did. Putting your phone on the counter you left. Leaving behind anything traceable you walked out the door with no plan of returning any time soon.

It didn't take long for Derek to rush home to check on you after hearing the news of your mandatory leave. He expected you to be upset this was the last thing you wanted. He did agree with Hotch that you needed time to heal properly. He worried for you, you were in a downward spiral and he was trying to pull you out of it. He knew when getting into a relationship with you that you had a lot of healing to do. He didn't get with you only for the good parts he wanted to be with you through the bad parts, be there to pick you up when you were down. He knows you would do the same so he would give you nothing less.

Walking into his home he was surprised to see the state it was in. The broken glass, broken frames, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was your phone and belongings sitting on the counter. He knew you left them there and that scared him. You never left home without your wallet, keys or phone. Picking up his own phone he called the team hoping they could find you before you did something they couldn't fix.

The team stood on the other end of the phone each of them holding back tears. Deep down they knew why you left everything but they wouldn't let you get that far. As much anger was held towards him Spencer was one of the people who did in fact know the most about you. Emily followed behind as she had known you forever. "Morgan I know it's hard but I need you to profile the scene, I'll send Emily to help. We are going to have to treat this as a case nothing else gets touched until we find him" holding back his own tears he agreed to help by profiling everything he knew about you.

Soon Emily arrived at your home, walking in she tried to hold her tears back. Seeing Derek with tears in his eyes she couldn't help but feel guilt as she looked at the broken home "morgan I~" shaking his head he didn't want to hear any of it "don't, just don't I don't want to hear the excuses"

"Morgan I had to go into witness protection for everyone's safety" he had been hearing the excuses since she got back and frankly he had grown tired of it "that's not the problem!" She knew everyone was upset with the situation but she also felt like this shouldn't be held against her as it was what was best for everyone "then what is!" Shaking his head in disbelief it amazed him no one could see the real problem.

"If anyone had the Right to know it was him! Not JJ! Not Hotch! Him! You have known him since you two were kids! Do you know how long he blamed himself for your death?! He never stopped!! He watched you die! He cried with your parents! Then after lost his relationship! So no the problem isn't you leaving it's that none of you understand some things are more important than this fucking Job!"

He was right you should have been the one to know she was alive. " I understand that Morgan but I had to Grieve all of you too" once again his head shook at her "no you knew we were all alive and safe. It's not the same kind of grief. He called your phone everyday to hear your voicemail and leave messages because it felt like talking to you. While he was grieving you he was being cheated on by someone he spent six years with he was just tossed aside. So no Emily it's not even close. You were living in Paris a whole new life while he was stuck picking up the pieces of the old on you left behind"

Before he could continue his yelling and shouting he noticed the broken pictures that laid on the floor. All of them were of you and Emily. None of the other pictures were touched "prentis this about you he is grieving your death. He only recently accepted you were gone it's possible he isn't accepting you're alive." She couldn't deny she was the root of the problem. In a way she blamed herself although she tried to convince herself it was for everyone's safety she knew that was untrue.

She did what she did best in situations where she got to uncomfortable. She would run in avoidance and convince herself it was what was best for everyone but truthfully it was what she thought what was best for her. She knew of you're past, the things you told her she knew the trauma that was hidden from others. She wonders if you ever told Derek or Spencer what you went through as a kid. She wonders if they knew you were battling depression since childhood. Do they know you're on medication? Do they know everything like she did? The answer was probably no.

See the thing about you was you would let your life dangle by a thread while holding someone else's up. You put everyone before yourself and never let anyone in on the emotions swirling within your own mind. You were such a good actor sometimes she forgot herself that you struggled with mental illness. It made herself questions whether or not she was a good friend for leaving you behind.

She stood in your home watching the flashing lights surround it as your lover profiled it. She looked around the room you occupied for majority of your time here. Going through your drawers she didn't realize how quickly she was throwing your things around. She was searching everywhere for a certain thing that she didn't realize the mess she was making. "Emily!" She ignored the calls of her friend as she continued searching. It wasn't until she found the full pill bottle that she let the tears slip.

You stopped taking your medication. Turning around she showed Derek the pill bottle "what is that?" Just as she thought you didn't tell him. She couldn't blame you it was something you weren't proud of. "His antidepressants. He hasn't been taking them" Derek had been confused. He knew you were struggling how could you not be? But why did you need pills for the months he had seen you were doing better. Right?

"Why does he need those I know the past months have been hard but I don't understand" shaking her head she tried to get the words out "M/n has severe clinical depression and ptsd he was diagnosed when he was a kid" Derek was trying to understand he really was he loved you "explain it please" he just wanted to help "he went through a lot as a kid and because of that he struggles with depression it can get really bad Derek" he didn't Like what he Was hearing "how bad Emily?" She didn't want to tell him how bad it could get. That answer was something she wanted to ignore "how bad!?" For once she was genuinely scared of what could happen. "It's bad Derek!" Both of them knew the meaning of her words. Neither of them hesitated to call the rest of the team to inform them on the news.

"Emily where would he go?" Derek didn't mean to sound accusatory but she would be the only one to know "I don't know!" He didn't mean to tell but this was very time sensitive "yes you do! You're supposed to be his best friend where would he go!" She thought back to all of your conversations, the late nights driving around town, the phone calls where you would rant to her, the late drunk nights in college, everytime you said the bridge showed the most beautiful view to sleep to. "He's at the bridge off of 4th street"

It didn't take long before the sound of rubber burning echoed through the streets. The whole team was rushing to you again. Some of them not knowing how dire the situation was. Without knowing the facts they could put pieces together as they could smell the burning of the tires as Hotch drove.

Arriving they quickly searched for you but it didn't take long to see you. You weren't standing on the ledge but sitting. No one questioning as you say there, it wasn't until they showed up people started to clear the bridge away from you. You never turned around to face them as you ignored the calls for you. You heard his voice the only source of peace you had the last few months. Your brain only told you the negatives about your relationship that had barley begun. Was it real or were you just trying to make yourself better.

Standing up you enjoyed the view of the sun setting as you stretched your body out. You could hear the commotion behind you but decided to ignore it. You're eyes focused on the sunset. You're mind went over the traumas you went through as you pictured losing Emily "m/n look at me" the images of spencer hitting you that night "m/n look at me!" The feelings of him cheating on you resurfacing "look at me damnit!" Then there's him. Finally your eyes locked as he stood behind you. Turning your body to face him you could only give him a small smile. You thought back to all of your time spent together "m/n please come down we can talk I can listen we can get through this"

The scene was heartbreaking as they knew the difficulty as you knew every strategy in the book. It felt like life was constantly testing their love for you and it has been at a constant road block to get to you. You couldn't hear any of their words you just listened to their voices as you felt your feet slip from the concrete holding you in place. For the first time you felt completely peaceful and comfortable as your eyes stayed locked on the sky before letting the ice cold water embrace you. The pins and needles numbing you quickly as you closed your eyes letting the water fill your lungs. Years of pain were finally being let go as you finally felt relaxed.

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