Ari Levinson | Dangerous Desires - Ari Levinson, the land's most feared biker, has fallen in love. He was smitten by you. The biker has a bad boy image to keep, but what happens when Ari can no longer control his dangerous desires for you? At a bar, the lead singer. (F, S, A)
Steve Rogers | My Sugar Baby - You agreed to be his sugar baby when you and Steve agreed to have no strings attached in this relationship. Simple as it sounds, right? It would be if you weren't in love with Steve Rogers, your sugar daddy. (A, F, S)
Johnny Storm | Unbearable Truths - Love is sick. Love is tiring. Johnny Storm is one hell of a playboy even though he’s in a relationship. You’re sick and tired of his actions and decide to end it all with just a couple of words. (A, F, S)
Stucky | Our Little Dove - During a mission, Steve and Bucky didn’t expect to fall deeply in love with such a beautiful male. This toxic love has driven Steve and Bucky to do the unthinkable. How far will this love change Steve’s and Bucky’s lives? (A, F, S, D)
Chris Evans | Forbidden Love - Chris comes home to his wife every day. His relationship is falling apart, and he knows this too. But on the bright side, Chris has his stepson who clearly has the perfect role to give Chris the pleasure he desires. (A, F, S)
Steve Rogers | My Only Love - Who knew a study date would turn into something traumatic. Peter is one of your closest friends, but you didn’t expect to meet the Captain America. What happens when Steve sets his eyes on you and can’t seem to forget about your beautiful features? (A, F, D)
Andy Barber | The Neighbor - You and your boyfriend just moved to a new neighborhood that was filled with welcoming people. They so happen to move next door to Andy Barber. What happens when Andy takes an interest in you and would do anything to have you for himself? (A, F, S, D)
Chris Evans | I’m Here To Protect You - You’re famous but being famous has it’s cons. You gets death threats and even mobbed. One day a crazy fan acts upon their actions and it has to be stopped. What happens when Chris becomes the new bodyguard? (A, S)
Chris Evans | Teacher’s Love | Part 2 - Chris’s son had an event going on at his school. Chris volunteered and you caught his eyes immediately. People say love, at first sight, is fake but, what happens when Chris experiences this feeling? (F)
Chris Evans | How Did I Get So Lucky - Chris keeps getting compared by his co-stars which lead him to become more insecure about himself as a person. That’s until he realizes he has you by his side. (F)
SEBASTIAN STAN CO.
Nick Fowler | Failed Attempts - Nick's goal was to execute the best target in order to claim himself as one of the most powerful mob bosses in the world. He happens to run into his target’s husband. Nick will do everything in his power to take what’s his and only his. (A, F, S, D)
Bucky Barnes | Delicate Pleasures - When Sam had told Bucky about the amazing wonders of the internet, he didn’t expect to find something so pleasurable. Bucky Barnes so happens to come across your mature content, but there’s one problem. You’re his next-door neighbor. (A, F, S)
Stucky | Our Little Dove - During a mission, Steve and Bucky didn’t expect to fall deeply in love with such a beautiful male. This toxic love has driven Steve and Bucky to do the unthinkable. How far will this love change Steve’s and Bucky’s lives? (A, F, S, D)
Bucky Barnes | My Savior - Being the personal assistant of all-knowing Bucky Barnes can come with its pros and cons. One of those cons being that Bucky is so deep in love with you he can’t help but to choose love over his career. (A, F, S)
Sebastian Stan | Joyful Time - After coming from set, Sebastian and reader enjoy their little time together by doing things a lovely couple would do. That somehow turns into hot steamy sex with Sebastian Stan. (F, S)
Bucky Barnes | Forgetting - An accident. To be specific a car accident. That was all it took for Bucky to finally realize he was too late. He was finally going to confess his undying love for you but, what happens when you can’t remember him? (A, F)
Bucky Barnes | Pleasure - Bucky is one of the biggest Mafia Bosses out there. After a hard day of business, Bucky needs his loveable soft husband for comfort and maybe some pleasure. (F, S)
Bucky Barnes | My Obsession - Bucky was assigned a mission from your dear old truly, Hydra. During his mission, you catch his eyes, and he becomes obsessed with your life. Bucky starts to stalk you and then all hell breaks loose. (A, S, F, D)
Bucky Barnes | Am I Not Enough? - Your father, Tony Stark, are not on good terms. He shuts you out and pretends you don’t exist. He treats Peter like his own but you? you’re nothing but a disappointment in his eyes. That’s when you remember, you have your beloved boyfriend Bucky Barnes. (A, F)
Bucky Barnes | The Angel & Devil - You and Bucky get into an argument, so you decide to leave the house for a bit and go to a club. What happens when you’re attacked, and Bucky doesn’t take it lightly? (A, F, D)
pairing; mafia!Nick Fowler x Male Reader | word count; 1k+
☬— nsfw. obsession/possessive behavior. angst. mentions of murder & violence. blood. criminal activity (mafia themes). pet names (sweetheart). toxic relationship dynamic. mental health disorder. emotional distress. mature themes.
summary; After not being able to handle the mafia king's lifestyle, you end up parting ways due to the blood on his hands. Nick refuses to accept the hard truth, which turns his love into heartbreak and grief.
THE smell of expensive scotch and copper-tinged blood always lingered in the foyer of Nick's estate. It was a scent that used to mean home—a sense of content, but now it just felt like a glided cage.
Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as nerves prickled beneath your skin, traveling through veins that felt too warm, too aware. You swallowed against the knot lodged in your throat, the air thick and metallic in your lungs.
Glancing over the place that was once called home, it left a distasteful feeling in your mouth. The silence of the guards, the way everyone avoided your eyes. Because if they did—that was their life. When it came to the mafia king, Nick's love for you was sweet, but toxic.
Captivating.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed against the marble floor and through the foyer. He was home. His strides were measured—confident. He walked into the house like he owned the air itself. His white dress shirt sleeves rolled neatly against his broad forearms. A small, but barely noticeable, crimson blood stained the cuff.
But you were.
You noticed everything about Nick.
Your pulse wouldn't steady as you lay your eyes on his dark ones. It thudded against your ribs like it was trying to escape. Shaking. Beating in your eardrums causes a thump in your head. Fingers curling into the fabric of your sleeves, trying to hide the slight shaking of them.
Your stomach felt hollow—empty.
"You're shaking." He said quietly as his dark blue eyes laid on you. He didn't sound concerned. He was observing you. "I'm not," you replied, though your voice betrayed you. 'Fuck..hold it together.'
His head tilted slightly, studying your body. From your shaking hands, to your foot gently tapping against the marble floor, and the way your eyes looked everywhere but his. Nick steps closer and rubs his rough-like finger against your cheek, never breaking contact.
The scent of rich scotch lingered on his breath.
"Talk to me, sweetheart."
An exhale left your nostrils as your chest tightened. This was the part you rehearsed hundreds of times. You thought that you were ready, confident. But now, you're frozen—stuck.
"I can't do this anymore, Nick." You whispered as you waited for a response. The room was silent. "Do what?" He asked calmly. Your jaw tightened as you gazed upon the blood on his collar. "This. The blood, Nick. The killing. Pretending that the screams don't haunt me at night."
His expression didn't change, but something behind his eyes did. It was sharp. Was it anger? confusion? Desperation? "My life doesn't touch you, I make sure of that." He says evenly.
"That's the problem." Your voice cracks. "You come home to me, and it corrupts you." His jaw tightened at your words. He didn't like not one word leaving your mouth. "I..I don't want you doing that at all, Nick." The silence that followed after was heavy.
"You knew who I was, sweetheart. I warned you about my lifestyle, and yet you stayed. What's different?" He asked softly. Nick never raised his voice at you. Despite how angry he was, he never had it in him to express that much anger towards you.
"I didn't think it would feel like this..."
His hand lifted, brushing against your jaw possessively. A fire was burning inside of Nick. He couldn't bear to think there's a life without you. You kept him content—you were his humanity.
Nick stared at you like he was waiting for a punchline. A small laugh was all he wanted to hear in this moment. When you didn't, something drastically in his expression shifted.
"Stop," he said quietly.
You frowned at the word. "Nick-" His head shakes as his hand falls from your face. His eyes never leave yours. "Stop talking like that." His voice is still calm, but under his breath, you can hear a slight strain. "You're just upset, confused. That's all."
You shake your head. "No, Nick," You said softly. "Yes, you're overwhelmed. I know I've been busy lately. Things have been complicated." Desperation filled his words now. "That's not it, Nick. It's not because you're 'busy', it's the killings. I can't have this life anymore. The guilt I feel... it corrupts me like no other." Nick closed the distance between the two of you before you could take a step back; his firm hands grasped your arms. "Look at me," He said, and as you look at him, he searched your face desperately. Hoping to find a white lie. Scanning every little detail, attempting to read into your thoughts.
"You don't mean this, sweetheart," he said quietly. "You're angry, or scared. I get that, but you don't get to walk away from this."
"I have to."
"No." That word came out instantly—sharp. His grip on your arms tightened as he felt his heart being shattered. White noise started to fill both of his ears. Thumping from each eardrum. "We can fix this-" "There's nothing to fix, Nick." He swallowed the growing lump in his throat before talking.
"Yes, there is. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. You want me home more? That's fine, I'll cancel my meetings. I'll slow down on the killing. I'll send other people to do the job."
You stared at him.
"Nick-" "I can delegate," he rushed on. "You won't even have to see the blood anymore." Silence filled the room as your chest tightened. The sheer look of pain on his face affected you more than you thought it would. He looked frantic. His thoughts spiraling in his mind, going 1,000 mph a second.
"Don't do this," He stepped forward, "Please..." He never uttered that word before. To no one. He gently grabbed your hand and held it with his own before speaking again. "You're my home, sweetheart," His voice shakes again. "If you walk out that door, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do." Your heart twisted painfully at his words.
"I'm sorry, Nick." You murmured.
You let go of his hand, and his world stopped. A single tear escapes his dark eyes as he looks at you. For the first time since you'd known him, the mafia king standing in front of you didn't look powerful. He looked weak, terrified—lost.
You walk out the door, never looking back again.
A/N: I might make a part 2 to this (Comment if you want it). Take this short angst-filled fic for now, my hearts. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated
pairing; Mechanic!Andy Barber x Doctor!male reader
☬— nsfw. obsession/stalking. use of drugs. mentions of self-harm. praising. mental disorder (Sociopathy). murder. descriptions of violence. delusions. pet names (angel / sweetheart). mature // dark themes.
Summary; Andy Barber has an accident at his shop, which forces him to visit the hospital. There, he meets you. What begins as gratitude for your care slowly spirals into an unhealthy obsession. As his obsession deepens, Andy's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, all while becoming consumed by the fantasy of a relationship with the doctor who unknowingly holds his heart captive.
THE sound of metallic silver tools echoes throughout the—shaggy and dirty—garage that Andy Barber works in. It is a late night; the crickets outside are loud, and the wretched smell of grease and oil thickens the atmosphere. He loved that smell...
Andy lays under a car that was recently brought into the garage as he hums a rhythmic sound under his breath. The sound of the engine was comforting. He felt a sense of peace even.
His rough palm gripped the tool as he controlled it with ease. Tools were always something Andy could rely on. They came in handy in many ways—specifically in Andy's past. That's something he would like to bury deep inside.
Tools fixed things.
They tightened what was loose.
They silenced what was broken.
They ended the everlasting problems.
A rough exhale leaves Andy's pursed lips as he pushes himself further under the wrecked car he was currently working on. The cold metal gave him a sense of comfort—a safe place even. The wrench in his rough hand worked with him as he twisted screws left and right, allowing him to enter a trance. That trance came to an end when Andy felt a sharp pain shoot through his hand. The cold metal glided across his rough skin with ease and caused a pool of blood to form on his palm.
"Damn it." He mutters to himself as he pushes from under the car. He looks over at his grubby toolbox and grabs a mucky, stained washcloth to apply pressure to the wound. The cut was too deep. Too deep to shrug off. Andy knew that.
He mentally battled himself from the thought of having to go to that wretched place again. The hospital. hospitals made him shiver. His stomach turned due to the intense disinfectant smell, the chilling white walls, and the antiseptic fragrance. It had been years since his father's last hospital stay that he had set foot in one, and he had vowed never to return.
But that promise was cut short.
Reluctantly, Andy wrapped the wound with the dirty washcloth, grabbed his keys, and entered his—rugged red—pickup truck. "Fuck me," Andy spoke under his breath as he started the truck.
The engine roared, and smoke found its way to come out of its exhaust. He drove off, the only thought to haunt and fog his memory as he drove to the one place he promised never to return.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
THE waiting room smelled exactly how he remembered it—too tense, too quiet. The disgusting smell of disinfectant supplies filled the air, feeling toxic to Andy's heart. His stocky back sat against the—extremely uncomfortable—chair as his foot nervously tapped against the daunting tiled floor that haunted his memories.
He needed to get out.
Andy's tongue glides against his lips as he mentally debates with himself a second time. 'I can clean it myself. I don't need to be here. I fucking hate the hospital' were constant thoughts that lingered his brain.
As he's about to get up from the chair and exit the wretched environment, a nurse calls out, "Andy Barber."
"Fuck." He whispers roughly under his breath as he walks his way towards the nurse standing at the entence.
Hospitals were full of unworthy people who pretended to fix things.
Nurses especially.
As if it meant something, they grasped hands, offered condolences, and strolled around with soft voices and fake smiles. Acting as though compassion could heal. As though kind words could mend harm. They made too much of an effort to "be good." People still died, nevertheless.
But regardless, things broke.
They were worthless.
His jaw tightens as his dark blue eyes settles on another nurse who is laughing with their co-worker. Their scrubs too bright. Their tone too kind. They didn't understand how to fix things like Andy. They cleaned blood from wounds, and he knew how to cause them. They don't understand control. He forces his broad shoulders to relax and allows his face to become blank.
"Right this way, Mr. Barber." She smiles.
He hides the sheer look of disgust at the rehearsed smile and kind act. 'I wonder how many people she failed today.' Were his last thoughts before being instructed into a room.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
THE room becomes quiet when the nurse walks out.
Andy rolls his shoulder back against the patient bed, his jaw still tight from the vile interaction he had earlier with the "too perfect" nurse. His fingers tapped against the metal arm rest, trying to distract himself from the unappealing room.
His eyes scan the room slowly. Clean tan walls, perfect scenery paintings pinned against the wall, and silver instruments that laid flat on the tray for stitches—which is what he needed.
The handle clicks softly.
His eyes still painted towards the ground, he didn't bother looking up. He assumed it was another nurse to say once again a rehearsed act of kindness. But the air shifts. The footsteps are different. They're more heavier—measured. He looks up, his blue eyes connects to yours and everything inside of him stops.
Your white coat hangs loosely on your frame. A soft smile makes its way on your lips. "I hear you've had quite the accident, Mr. Barber," you said with a warm, but professional tone.
Andy feels something different.
It wasn't anger.
It wasn't hatred or anxiety.
It was alignment. Comfortability.
"I'm Doctor y/n. Let's take a look at your hand." You say calmly. Andy hesitated at first. Not from fear or disgust. It's because he questioned if he was ready... ready to let such an angel's delicate skin connect to his rough, corrupted one. He slowly extends his hand, and you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist—making his breath hitch.
Your thumb lightly caresses the would to access the depth of it, and you realize that he will need stitches. "You'll need stitches." You say calmly, not to want to scare your patient.
But Andy wasn't scared. He felt safe.
All he can feel is the pressure of the your soft grip on the wound. The weight of your palm, and the way your touch is controlled, but not careless.
Intentional.
Andy studies your face while you work with his wound. The slight furrow in your brow. The way your jaw tightens in thought.
'He’s beautiful when he’s focused.' Andy thinks to himself.
"You're handling this well." You say as you guide the needle and thread through his skin. Andy doesn't break eye contact with you. "I've had worse." You glance up and look into his eyes quickly before returning your focus back onto the wound.
"Oh? Have you now."
Your tone isn't teasing. It isn't that fake softness everyone tries to have that Andy absolutely despised. You didn't fake pity him like he was a child. You were observational. Andy swallows the lump growing in his throat before he talks. "It comes with the job.. being a mechanic." His rough voice deeper than before.
"Well, don't let it happen again." You say and nod slightly.
God, he loved that you were "worried" for him. He felt like a fuel was igniting this growing spark between the two of you. His heart thumped louder by the second, goosebumps grew all over his broad back.
You pay close attention. Together, your brows furrow. Jaw set. You had no idea how meticulously he examines every aspect of your face. You don't appear weak. You don't appear fragile.
You appear in control.
Andy has always respected control.
"Alright, done. You will heal just fine. The nurse will give you further instructions regarding check-up and the healing process." You slightly smiled at the man in front of you, and you removed your soft hands from his skin. Suddenly, all Andy felt was cold air. Your warmth was gone. 'No.. come back, please.' Andy's thoughts run as the absence of your touch feels like his heart is being stabbed.
"All set, Mr. Barber. You're free to go."
Free.
That word felt so wrong for him to hear. He didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to connect your skin to his once more. He wanted your e/c eyes to gaze upon him as you focused on his wound. He loved that he was something worth your focus.
You're writing something on the chart, having that focused look on. His eyes never left your presence. This was nothing but a routine appointment to you, but to Andy? This was everything. His heart stopped completely when his eyes fell on you. Your touch, your smile, your maturity. He loved everything about you.
"Take care of yourself, Andy." You dismiss him as you exit the room and close the door behind you. Distance and coldness were all Andy felt in his stoned heart. The room felt smaller—emptier.
You're gone.. for now.
He'll be back for you, and next time—you won't dismiss him so early. You're his angel, and he needed you like no other.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
ANDY looks at himself in the dingy bathroom mirror. A lost, broken man was all that he could see. Someone who lacked empathy. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly, casting a pale glow against the white tiles that surrounded him.
His jaw tightens.
Slowly, his stitched hand emerges into view. Your work: tidy, exact, intentional. He studies the fine threading on his rough flesh as he slowly rotates his wrist. Even though you were only holding this hand a few hours ago, it seemed like an eternity.
'You'll heal just fine.' But he didn't want to heal. Evidently, healing meant he wouldn't be able to see you.
The thought settles heavily in his chest.
He presses the sewn-up wound against the cold edge of the sink. At first, he couldn't grasp the thought of what he was doing. He needed a reason to see your beautiful face again. You were like a drug that couldn't leave his system. He slowly tests the thread on his rough skin—pressing harder.
Slight pain lingers through his body as a small red pool of blood starts to seep out of the delicate work you did. 'I need to see you, angel.' Andy watches it carefully in the mirror, his expression not changing whatsoever.
He presses harder.
He bites his lip roughly as the pain he felt under the—carefully wrapped—bandage starts to leak more crimson blood. He unwraps it, exposing the stitched wound, and with careful movement, he flexes his hand. 'Pop.' The thread comes undone.
Blood starts to leak down his hand.
Now he has a reason to see you again. Some might say that what he's doing is crazy, but this was all strategic to him; it was love. He grabs a paper towel and applies pressure on the wound. Not enough to stop it, but enough to control it. His dark blue eyes meet his reflection again. He was calm... certain.
You'll have to touch him again.
Next time, Andy won't allow you to dismiss him so easily. He craved you, needed to feel your soft skin connect with his corrupted, rough skin. He exits the bathroom, already planning his next visit.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
ANDY returned the next day.
And the day after that.
At first, the injuries were quite small. Reopened stitches, split knuckles, a burn from an engine that “slipped.” Each one was believable. "Accidental." Each one just enough to earn your touch again. To hear your calm, concerned voice again.
You began to notice the unusual behavior.
Your brows would furrow deeper each visit. Worry began to linger in your mind every time Andy visited your office. Your questions lingered longer. “You need to be more careful.” “This isn’t normal.” “Are you distracted at work?" The more you questioned him, the more it meant you were paying attention.
He would nod, give you half answers, and blame long hours.
But inside, He was thriving.
Soon, the wounds grew worse.
A deeper cut along his forearm from a razor blade. A gash across his thigh that required more than simple stitching. You prescribed him painkillers to ease the pain. But, he didn’t take them to heal. No, Andy took them to endure. To continue his obsession with you.
Since each injury demanded a new appointment. One more private space. Another opportunity for him to be with you. Your eyes, your smile, and your inherent scent. He loved every aspect of you, and this was just the beginning of it. Routine became ritual somewhere along the line. He memorized your schedule.
The days you worked late.
The nights you left exhausted.
The way you rubbed your temples before getting into your car.
You didn’t know it.
But he did.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
ANDY has already been spiraling. He’s sleep-deprived, mixing painkillers and alcohol. His obsession is getting stronger by the day. He’s convinced that you're just “confused” about your feelings for him.
One evening, he parks outside the hospital near the end of your shift. He tells himself he’s just making sure you're safe. Making sure that his angel gets home without any trouble. He's doing it out of love, not control.
Then he sees you.
You're currently standing outside in the cloudless, serene weather with a male coworker—maybe another doctor or a nurse. This gets Andy's attention immediately, 'What the fuck?' Thoughts running through his sick and twisted mind as you guys were laughing. The coworker lightly touches your arm, and you don't pull away like you should have. How dare you let another man touch you? You were Andy's everything. No one is able to lay a pinky on you.
That small touch feels catastrophic to Andy.
As he stares from inside his truck, the dim glow of the parking lot lights reflecting against the windshield, his hands tighten around the steering wheel. Everything seems a little warped because of the amount of alcohol and drugs in his system, as if he were watching something unfold underwater. Slow, warped. Incomprehensible.
But the anger is real.
You’re standing beneath the soft yellow light near the entrance of the hospital, your white coat catching the breeze. You look relaxed. Comfortable. Laughing at something the man beside you said.
Laughing.
The coworker stands too close. His posture is too familiar. His hand brushes your arm again—something he'll regret. Fingers lingering there as if he belongs.
As if he has permission.
Andy’s jaw tightens until it aches. His breathing heavily from anger.
You don’t pull away.
You don’t look disgusted.
You don’t look confused.
You look warm... comfortable.
His mind scrambles to correct it.
You don’t understand what you’re doing. You’re tired. Overworked. Vulnerable. You don’t see what that man is trying to take from you.
He does.
He always sees.
The coworker walks you to your car like it’s natural, like it’s expected. He opens the door for you, leaning down to say something else that makes you smile again. Andy’s breathing becomes heavier, fogging the inside of his window.
When you finally slide into your car and pull away, your headlights disappear down the quiet road, leaving the coworker alone in the lot.
Alone with Andy.
The coworker checks his phone casually, unaware, careless. Andy opens his truck door slowly, the hinges creaking softly in the still night air. His heavy boots hit the rough pavement with steady weight as he makes his way across the lot. Each step is deliberate—Measured.
The coworker looks up when Andy stops in front of him.
“Can I help you?” he asks, already irritated.
Andy stares at the sorry-looking man for a moment before speaking. His jaw still tight from the anger that travels through his blood.
“You shouldn’t touch him,” Andy says casually.
The coworker frowns slightly. “What?”
“You were touching him,” Andy repeats, his voice even. Controlled. “You don’t get to do that.” A short laugh escapes the man, disbelieving. “Okay… I think you’ve got the wrong idea here.” Andy steps his broad body closer. Close enough to see the annoyance harden into mockery on the man’s face.
“He’s not yours to touch,” Andy says quietly.
The coworker shakes his head. “Man, you’re acting crazy.”
Crazy.
The word lands heavier than it should.
The worker dismisses him completely, turning as though to brush past him. The movement is reckless. Confident. As though Andy is merely an inconvenience. Andy doesn't have time to completely digest it before his hand lunges forward. He pushes the man backward with more force than he meant when his palm slams hard against his chest.
The coworker stumbles, heel catching against the uneven concrete. His arms flail for balance, but it’s too late. His body hits the pavement hard, and his head strikes the ground with a dull, unforgiving sound.
The parking lot goes silent.
Andy freezes for a second, staring down.
The coworker doesn’t move.
A dark crimson pool of blood begins to spread beneath his head, slow and steady against the pale concrete. His eyes are open but unfocused, staring past the night sky... dead.
Andy’s breathing steadies as he takes a step closer.
He hadn’t planned it like this.
But it needed to happen.
The man had crossed a line. Touched something that didn’t belong to him. Andy stands over the body for a long moment, studying the stillness the same way he studies broken machinery in his shop. Something snapped. Something ended, and there wasn't an ounce of guilt in his chest.
Only relief.
You will no longer be misled.
You won’t be confused by men who don’t understand you like he does. He wipes his hand slowly against his jeans before turning toward his truck. The night feels quieter now. Safer.
This was only the beginning of his love for you.
He pauses before opening the door, his dark blue eyes glancing back once more at the deceased body lying beneath the lights.
“You’re safe now, angel.”
A/N: Hey guys.. Decided to write this because I felt a spark come back with writing. I hope you guys enjoy this long story as much as I enjoyed writing it. SIDE NOTE: I did't proof read, so please excuse all the typos and errors. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated
Sorry for lack of motivation :(( You’re such a good writer
Hopefully this inspires you. I thought about this and trying to write myself 🤭 but I’d really like to see you do it. I loved your August walked story <3
Alpha Lumberjack Clark Kent x naive Omega male reader.
Clark has a tendency to be very, very, protective and possessive of his boyfriend. Making sure that he’s covered in hickeys all over his neck and he’s right by his side at all times.
They go to a farmers market one day as some people have requested some wood from Clark and reader wants to have a look around, not noticing the stares he gets from some alphas that makes Clark extra growly around others. When Clark is distracted, he finds someone flirting with his boyfriend and has no issue, getting rid, of him.
When they go to a bar that night, a guy who was interested in the reader before he met Clark starts badmouthing him, not realising Clark can hear everything. So when his boyfriend happily says hi to the other guy and then leaves, Clark threatens to kill him if he ever badmouths his boyfriend again.
So many things have annoyed Clark that day that when he takes his boyfriend back to his cabin in the woods, he makes sure he knows that he is his omega and can’t help marking and bonding with him that night so he’s permanently his. Kinks - marking, breeding, size and scent ;)
And when his boyfriend is asleep, Clark goes outside to bury another body that he slashed with his axe in the woods that’s threatened to take his omega away from him.
🐼anon
ooo you definitely motivated me.. I can even add my own little dark twist onto it
What if he hears his long time childhood friend is getting married and decides to crash it by playing fake pictures of the readers fiancé cheating and others. And then he comes while the reader is vulnerable and comforts him.
Then the reade starts developing feelings for ransom.
This may be out of his character but this is a suggestion.
☬— nsfw content. dark themes. body worship. degrading/praising. jealous themes. mentions of past trauma. rough sex. descriptions of violence/murder. daddy kink. knife play. verbal insults.
summary; After having a first glance at you, professor August knew he wanted to make you his. The only thing stopping him was that you were a forbidden obsession. Not only an obsession, but you were his student.
THE brightness of the sun seeped through the jet-black curtains as the morning day came to a beginning for August Walker. A slight groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up and leaned his muscular back against the dark bed frame.
His hooded eyes looked around the bedroom as a — quiet but still audible — sigh left his mouth. His hand gestured over his beard as he got up from his bed to get ready for the day.
Once he was ready, he made his way into his jet-black car with a black hot coffee in his hand. After a 10-minute drive towards the university, August slammed his car door shut and marched his six-foot frame towards his classroom.
Attending a university when your professor is August Walker, of course, he would get all the lust-filled eyes from the girls as he walked through the halls with his slightly unbuttoned shirt and his sleeves rolled up on his muscular arms.
Why wouldn't he?
He walked around the place like he owned it. He knew he had this hold of power over everyone in the university, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. The girls worshipped the ground he walked upon, wanting every but of him. But he didn't care for them.
But August only cared for one person. A person who was so naive as to not even recognize the thoughtful acts he would do for him every day. Someone he would secretly protect without his knowledge.
That person was you...
His beautiful sweet angel. You looked shy when you were not with the right people, but when you were, a beautiful smile would break out on your face. As soon as he saw you enter his classroom, August lost his breath as he knew you were going to cause him problems. He was clear that you caused him to have an obsession with wanting you.
They say "love at first sight" doesn't exist, but with August, he felt that love for you blossom out of his stone-cold heart. You were like a plague, something which invaded his mind 24/7.
He couldn't stop thinking about you.. he felt compelled to have you underneath him, to feel your soft skin under his touch. To hear your sweet moans as he gave you the pleasure you most desired. August needed you...
As time goes by, the hallway that was once flooded by people begins to become empty from people going to their lectures. Your soft lips pressed against Zayn, your boyfriend as he forcefully kissed you hard. His hands went to your arms—where bruises covered—and let his mouth form into a smirk.
Zayn was your boyfriend of 2 years.
He wasn't always like this, he was once a loving man. But something inside of him switched. Something to cause you harm. You were too naïve to notice any of his wrongs.
"We're going out tonight, baby," Zayn ordered. He never asked you, just ordered. He never asked why you would cry yourself to sleep, why you would feel like something was holding you down. Your heart clenched and your eyes would cry until they couldn't no more from the way Zayn wouldn't even reassure you.
Reassurance was all you needed...
As he spoke, you nodded before walking away to enter your lecture. When you walked into the room, your professor, August Walker, was talking to a student until his words came to a stop. Without your knowledge, your presence made August happier.
One thing ran through his wretched mind the whole time he taught everyone who stayed sat the whole time, paying attention to the words that flowed out of his mouth. You...
August couldn't help himself but picture what your beautiful body would look like under his. Your sweet angelic moans would escape your lips from the pleasure that he knew you desired — That he desired. He wanted you and only you.
The sinful thoughts that would pop up in his mind caused him to stutter while he was teaching the class that you were sitting in. How could he not? Your (e/c) eyes connected with his every time he would talk, and just by making eye contact with you, his pants tightened.
August knew that he couldn't breathe without you… You were the main cause of his morning awakening. He was aware that this forbidden obsession with you would get him into trouble, yet he didn't care. He was only aware that you were going to be his.
No matter what.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
The terrible smell of alcohol reeked through the club.
August felt the — almost silent — wooden floor creak under his heavy feet as he entered the place. The sight of people letting their bodies lose to the music and chugging alcohol into their system made August grimace with a scowl on his face the whole time.
He walked over to the bar — which was crowded with many slouchy men— with his broad shoulders and towering stance. He gives a sharp nod to the bartender whose eyes were glued onto him, waiting for his order and hurried to get a beer at his command.
The sound of unfunny jokes could be heard being thrown around from man to man as August's blue eyes observed the crowded place. He was here for one thing only—well someone...
August knew you would be here.
That is what he loves to believe—that he wasn't stalking or following you. He wasn't, He was protecting you. Protecting you in any way from the risks that this world might pose to you. He was aware that he had to keep his beautiful angel safe from harm.
Because if something were to happen to you at the hands of someone else, they would have seen the devil himself, only God knows. August would happily cover his hands in the blood of the person who had the audacity to harm what was rightfully his with a smile on his damn face.
His hand gestured gently to his pocket to feel for the pocket knife he always carried with him just in case someone ever tried anything with you. He knew no one would try to attack him because of his threatening build and hovering height.
And then, his eyes connected to your figure.
He felt a muscle in his jaw ticks from the scene that was happening in front of him. You were—drunkenly dancing—with another student of his from another class, Zayn.
August couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. His face turned into a dark red and his knuckles turned white. The sudden sound of glass breaking caused him to step out of his trance and look down at his bloodied hand.
"Fuck." August whispers as his vision darkened at the sight of seeing the—used to be fixed—beer bottle now broken into little pieces in his hand. But, he could care less about his wound. What he really cared about was the anger that he had never felt when he watched you grind onto another man.
Another man who isn't him...
Jealousy hasn't been so clear before, but it was painted like a perfect picture on a canvas on August's face. His brows furrow when he could see Zayn forcefully pull you into a hallway where no one was in and that makes him stand up harshly.
He steps into the — lightly dimmed — hallway and hides behind a wall to observe what is happening. His nostrils flare with anger and envy coursing through his veins from the thought of you being with someone else. Someone who isn't him...
"C'mon, baby... stop being scared and let me touch you..." Zayn whispered drunkenly into your ear as his hands caressed your body. He had you pushed against the wall and even though you were drunk, you clearly didn't want this.
"Zayn, I-I don't want this." You muttered under your breath as you felt his slimy hands make their way under your shirt. You felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach from his touch.
You didn't like it.
You wanted this to stop. "Baby quit bitching and let your boyfriend fuck you," Zayn said with anger and impatience as you didn't let him touch you the way he wanted to. He could see that you were uncomfortable, but he didn't care.
Zayn always loved that feeling he had with you. The feeling of power. He had knowledge about how you're childhood was and why you're this naïve now — which is why he loves to take advantage of you. He loves having a sense of power over you.
But you were done with it.
"I said, stop!" You shout and roughly push Zayn off to get him far away as possible and march your way out of the exit with tears trying to fight their way to escape your eyes.
August's eyebrows lower as he sees you walk out and debates whether or not he should follow you, but he can't just let Zayn walk away feeling happy with himself. He couldn't let Zayn walk away freely after hurting his angel mentally and physically.
And with that, August steps out from behind the wall and marches his heavy feet towards Zayn whose brows furrow from seeing his professor. "Professor Walk-" His words are cut off when a straight punch connects to his jaw, sending him to the rough ground.
His face starts to get covered in crimson-red blood as August continues laying punch after punch onto this fuckers face for touching and disrespecting his sweet angel.
He was going to pay for what he did...
"If I ever hear you talk to y/n or touch him like that again, I will not hesitate to hurt you again. And so God help me, if I find out you were to hurt him again—" August lets out a low evil chuckle and lays another punch onto his broken rib. "I'll kill you with a smile on my face." He seethes through his teeth as he starts to stand up.
"F-Fuck you man!" Blood covers his ugly teeth and a smirk makes its way onto August face as Zayn coughed up more blood.
"Just know this, Zayn, and hear me clearly..." August reaches for the knife in his pocket and retracts it. He roughly injects the cold metal blade into Zayn's stomach and leans in toward his ear. He licked his soft pink lips before speaking.
"He's mine."
Zayn's brown eyes widen from the blood that was rushing out of his body. His skin turning pale, and his eyes fighting to stay open. His vision slowly turning black as the last thing he saw was August's dark shadow walk away from him. He was left there to die. Left alone.
✰ -- --- --- -- ✰
Darkness was all you could see.
The sound of crickets could be heard as you walked on the rough concrete with your arms crossed. The chilling breeze caused your body to shiver and bumps to grow on your skin.
Your thoughts were running wild as you walked to get back home. You couldn't believe what just happened. You actually stood up for yourself... sort of. The sudden sound of a loud honk and beaming lights came behind you and you started walking faster.
"No, no, no, no."
You whispered under your breath hoping the person in the jet-black car would just surpass you and not think to look back. That was until it stopped right by your side and the window rolled down and you felt your eyes widen from who you saw.
"Professor August?" You questioned the knowing face. Worry covered your professor's face as he observed the unsafe environment that you and he were currently in.
"y/n? What are you doing out here walking alone at this time? It's not safe." August said sternly with concern laced in his husky deep voice. You frown not wanting to tell him what happen, but he already knew. Hell.. he even dealt with the problem.
August could still see the way how your body didn't stand up straight, so he knew you were still drunk. "Get in, I'm taking you to my place." You were too drunk to even comprehend what he was really saying, so with that you got into his car and felt how soft the passenger seat was. His face was lightly lit up from the street lights and you couldn't help yourself but think how attractive August is. You feel your body grow with heat and your eyes widen slightly with the sinful forbidden thoughts that rush through your mind. 'Stop it y/n... he's your professor.' You thought to yourself as he drove to his apartment.
Now you were sitting on the end of his bed waiting for him to come back with a glass of water he said he would get. August let a gentle smile come onto his face at the thought of him taking care of you.
This is how it should be...
Him making sure you're safe, well-fed, cleaned, and loved. He needed to love on you like no one else could. He wanted to be yours as much as he wanted you to be his. He couldn't help the feeling of butterflies crawling their way into his stomach at the thought.
He brings the glass of water and lays it down gently on the desk. "Are you okay, angel?" August asked with a soft tone he would only use with you. You are so special to him and you don't even realize... Too blind to see the acts he has act upon for you to notice him.
He let out a soft breath as he looked down at you and saw an unfamiliar look in your (e/c) eyes. "Angel are you-" August's words were cut off when he felt a pair of lips connect with his. A bright pink shade reached his cheeks as you kissed him, and God did he love the feeling. The feeling of your soft lips on his...
He soon returned the passionate kiss and felt the butterflies he once felt, come rushing back in. Fuck he needed you so bad... Your tongues soon started to dance with each other—fighting for dominance. He backed away from the kiss to connect his lips to the soft skin of your body and gestured over every mark on your body.
"You're so beautiful..."
His tall muscular body leans in towards your ear, his hot breath exhaled towards your (s/c) skin which made unwanted goosebumps arrive. His next words left you to let out a soft whine escape your lips.
"I'm gonna fucking ruin you angel.."
August's words made a smile reach onto your face as you leaned back onto the silky sheets of the bed and reached your hands out for him to take. He threads his rough fingers into your soft-like ones and puts them over your head. He leans in for another kiss until you have to pull away—which causes a string of salvia to form—to catch the loss of breath.
Your body was in bliss as you felt nervous under his touch. His blue dilated eyes held nothing but lust and love. As you feel his hands gesture over your thighs, you look away but instantly feel a finger under your chin to reconnect your hungry gaze to his.
"Look me in my eyes as I fuck you, angel."
You swallow a growing lump in your throat and nod to the six-foot man's order. Without warning, you felt a soft pair of plump lips against your hole and your eyes widen from the euphoric feeling that made its way towards your stomach.
It was all happening so fast. Soft moans escape from your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes curl. Your fingers thread through August's brown hair and you pull at it roughly which causes a muffled grunt to leave him.
The eye contact August was making was so real. His eyes filled with—nothing but lust and love— never stopped looking at you as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "Fuck, that feels so good!" You moaned out loud, not holding back any noises. Your body jolts up when you feel three fingers curl up inside of you and penetrate your hole roughly. Your cock leaking as you felt your orgasm rushing in already.
"Shit, I'm so close, keep going-" Your words were cut off when he yanks his fingers away from you to your wet tongue, leading them. As he forces you to suck on the fingers that are already within you, he inserts another finger. He moves them into scissor motions as he removes them from your lips to show how wet they have become.
"You're not gonna fucking cum till I say so, understand?" August growled out and all you could do was nod until you felt his thick cock push itself into you. Your eyes widen from the size of it and sweet moans escaped your lips.
"A-August..." You mumble a whisper as he thrusts deep inside of you over and over. You couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so... so real. August hands caressed your body, worshipping every part of it. Like the beauty you are. Your touch, your moans, your fucking sweet scent. August couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock twitch inside your pulsing hole—which signaled he was about to cum.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cum with me, angel... cum with me like the good boy you are." He moaned out. The scratches that you caused on his back start to turn a dark shade of red and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he felt his sticky, white cum paint the inside of your walls— like a blank canvas waiting for its artist to perfect a masterpiece.
A masterpiece is what you are...
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, August pulls out of you and falls down onto the soft sheets. You fall onto his chest and lay a gentle kiss on his chest as you look up at him. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, as if you could disappear at any second.
He couldn't let that happen.
You were finally in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. The butterflies started to flutter once more as soon as he felt your presence next to him. You were, after all, his to hold, feed, care for, and protect—his beautiful forbidden obsession.
How about professor Miguel O’Hara? I don’t have a plot in mind but maybe he takes the reader to be his sidekick or works under him like Lyla, gather information about the multiverse and technology.
Ok so angst Miguel O’Hara x male reader. Miguel and reader are dating and they have been for a few years, they’re really happy together. But one day Miguel discovers that his canon event is reader dying, and he finds out he just can’t bare the thought of losing reader. Reader’s cut off from the outside world entirely, he’s basically a prisoner in his home. But reader doesn’t even notice or care, he just loves Miguel that much, he’s completely blinded to everything. One day Miguel comes home and sees that reader’s injured himself trying to make dinner for Miguel, maybe like a bad oil burn or a cut, but basically Miguel tries to figure out how to keep reader safe even in his own home. He’s basically suffocating to reader, but like before, reader doesn’t care or even notice. Miguel’s holding reader, tightly, really tightly, whispering how much he loves reader and wants to keep reader safe. Miguel’s squeezing harder and harder not realizing his own strength, when he snaps out of it because of a crack. He looks down, and reader’s head falls back, eyes closed. He tries to make reader say something, but he’s completely limp, lifeless. Dead
Jesus the end 😭, but yes thank you!! I fucking love Miguel 😫🙏🏾
hi.. hello!! i know it’s been a while since i been here, but i would like to announce that i might be returning to writing after a long, LONGG break. (i don’t even think anyone is on my account anymore😭). Obviously as time goes, i will stop crushing on some of the men i used to write for (sebastian). New guys are in my heart now and obviously I have to write about them👨❤️💋👨. So, I will be returning with a story in some time during june maybe?? See you all later 🫶🏾
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Major Angst, Fluff, death by illness, depressed Andy, heartbreak, crying, feelings of; grief, pain & regret, yelling, pet names (angel & baby), arguing, after care, scene of consuming alcohol, mature/sad themes.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k+
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You decide to spend the last moments of your life with your fiancé — Andy Barber — after contracting an illness that gives you only a few days left to live. You didn't leave this planet without leaving something behind for Andy to find.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I got this idea, watching a show and I cried. Anyways, this has little to no fluff with most angst so I hope you all are ready (I shall not be blamed for any feelings of sadness or pain). Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓
EYES being stained in pale pink. The sound of echoing beeping machines could be heard around the white frumpish hospital room. Andy’s soft — but also rough — hands held your icy-cold ones.
His teary stone-cold gaze stayed glued onto your barely breathing body as he squeezed your (s/c) hand tightly. Soft sniffles escaped his body from the number of times he had ended up crying. Andy sat on the warm fabric navy blue chair as he pulled it closer to your bed.
Sounds of muffled voices — obviously doctors — could be heard from the other side of the wall. “How is our patient?” Dr. Moore, one of the doctors that were caring for you, asked his colleague. Nurse Benett let out a tired sigh before responding back to Dr. Moore.
“If I’m being honest, there is at least a 5 percent chance of survival, Dr. Moore.” A frown grew over his face and the feeling of sympathy and sorrow grew in his veins. He knew how bad your sickness was. He knew there was no cure. But the last thing he’ll do is try to help you.
Andy laid a gentle kiss on your hand.
“Baby, I don’t know if you can hear me... but I need you. I need you to be here with me. You can’t leave me, not like this. I don’t know how I’ll live knowing I couldn’t do anything to help.”
Before another tear fell on his scarlet face, his words came out as whispers. The sound of the door opening quickly made him sit up. When Nurse Benett enters, she quickly smiles in sympathy at Andy. She’s unable to imagine what he’s going through at this moment.
“He’ll be okay, Mr. Barber. We are trying everything we can to help your fiancé.” She announced to him. But all Andy could do was nod. He doesn’t need sympathy. What he needs is his fiancé back. His heart felt frozen. His soul dark and empty. That bit of light was hope that you’ll come back to him. That’s all he could do for now.
Hope.
After Nurse Benett leaves, Andy stands up from the chair that scraps against the tiled floor and mopes his way to the door. His throat felt dry. He needed a coffee. He looked back behind him and stared at your basically numb body. He let out a tired and painful needed sigh.
Andy could feel unwanted tears brim up to his eyelids again. Before he could cry, he walked out the room and gently closed the wooden door. His blue-eyed gaze set onto the almost depressing hallway before walking away from your room and finding the coffee stand.
- ✰ ONE YEAR EARLIER ✰ -
The black car door slammed roughly.
Andy’s blue eyes rolled to the back of his head from annoyance as the tiring thoughts of his job made their way back to his mind. He had a very annoying — also bitchy — client he had to deal with.
As he stepped out of his black car, his shoes connected with the hard concrete ground as he stood in front of the cafe that was new to town. He needed a refresher. Something to take his mind off the thoughts of strangling the woman who called herself his client.
A break.
A much-needed break was all he needed. A break from everything. He entered the cafe and was hit by a wave of a sweet almond and vanilla aroma that entered his nose. Stepping into the — somewhat — crowded line, the barista shouted out next which signaled Andy to step up. He gave a short nod and ordered his coffee for the night.
The sight of a child screaming at her mama and an elderly arguing with another barista only made the annoyance course through Andy’s veins faster. ‘God, I need to get out of here.’ Finally getting his name called up, and yours also, you took your iced coffee from the hands of the barista and turned around and fuck...
You bumped into an overly handsome man.
Andy’s face grew a dark shade of red from the fury of someone spilling coffee all over his luxurious matt black suit that caused him a fortune. As his mouth opened to express his anger, his blue rageful eyes softened at the sight of you.
And in this exact moment, Andy felt all of the anger, envy, annoyance, and hatred wash away as his stone-cold heart transformed into something new. Something he never expected to happen. “I am so sorry, sir! I wasn’t paying attention. I-I can pay-” The tall man cut off your begging pleads and chuckled gently.
“No need for that...” His voice was calm and steady, and a small smile made its way onto his plump pink lips. “I’m Andy, Andy Barber.” You returned the kind smile and introduced yourself.
Not being sure, you asked if he needed a replacement for his suit. He didn’t. He’s a lawyer for God’s sake. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Andy.” You walked away from him, making your way to the door. And just then, Andy felt his heart shed into the darkness again.
Now Andy didn’t know you as much as he wanted to. But damn did he miss the way your presence calmed him like he was watching the calm waves of a beach. Andy knew he wanted to see you again. A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his coffee and left the cafe.
- ✰ TWO WEEKS LATER ✰ -
Andy stepped out of the tall office building.
His brown formal shoes marched against the concrete as he walked to his car in a hurry to go home and relax his tensed body. Just then, Andy’s blue-eyed gaze settled onto a similar figure on the road.
The figure was so similar. From the body shape, height, and the way they walked, he knew who the person was. ‘(y/n)...’ Andy felt relieved that fate had somewhat brought you back together. The moment you left the cafe, was the moment Andy had thought he was never going to see you again. He hated the thought of never seeing you again.
You were walking across the road with your face stuck in your phone like you were searching for something that was so important to you. Andy let out a tiny chuckle and a small smile creep onto his sculpted face before an unwanted feeling ran through his veins.
Fear...
Without you noticing, a scarlet red car was speeding its way on the road that you were walking across. Andy had thought the car would stop from a distance, but It wasn’t stopping. It was going to hit you.
Andy's mind was blank. He had no idea what would occur at this very moment. He took the only action he was able to. He pushed you and himself out of the danger by lunging his muscular body onto the road and pushing his feet off the rough concrete pavement.
As a result of pushing you out of the way, his body landed on top of your smaller body. Your eyes wide from shock and the similar man who you had met at the cafe saved your life. “Andy?” Andy’s chest was moving in an up-and-down motion from the adrenaline.
He couldn’t process any words you were saying to him as of right now. He just needed to know that you were okay. “A-Are you okay?” Andy asked with care and worry. You nodded as Andy helped you stand up onto your own two feet. Just then, Andy noticed a bruise forming its way onto your arm and instantly felt guilty from impacting you so hard.
A frown painted across Andy’s face.
“Fuck, I’m sorry...” You gave the man a sympathetic smile. “If it’s okay, you can come over to my house, so I can help fix you up?” Andy’s voice faltered from the nervousness coursing through his body, but you soon accepted his help and entered his black car.
✦ 25 MINS LATER ✦
Sitting on the — rather cold — marble bathroom counter, your (e/c) eyes were locked on how Andy’s huge palms brushed against your smooth skin like it was something so delicate to the human’s touch.
You could feel Andy’s hands shake and tremble while applying the healing cream. Not from fear... but from nervousness. Andy has been avoiding eye contact with you this whole time as if he would turn into an unbreakable stone. You knew something was on his mind.
But what?
Andy’s mind was running back and forth. If the man was being honest with himself, he didn’t know how to act around you. He knew if he had let a word escape his plump pink lips, his words would come out as whispers and stutters. Once he was done adding the healing cream and wrapping an elastic bandage around your arm, he let his sweaty-like palms disconnect from your skin he treated like gold.
“D-Do you feel better?” Andy whispered a fuck as he caught himself stuttering at the moment. The things you did to him without knowing. You made him feel a feeling he had forgotten the feeling of.
Butterflies...
Andy’s eyes stayed glued to the floor until he felt a soft finger slim under his chin that was covered in a freshly groomed beard. “What’s wrong, Andy?” You asked in your soft voice which made the man’s knees buckle. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat.
“(y/n)...” Andy let out a heavy sigh and continued his words. “I-I like you a lot. And I know we barely know each other, but I really do.” Andy knows he loves you. He loves you so fucking much but doesn’t want to scare you away. You gave the blushing man a small smile.
He returned the smile as you laid your hands gently against his suit collar and pulled him closer to you, slowly connecting your lips with his soft ones. Backing away, you looked at him. “I like you too, Andy.”
- ✰ SIX MONTHS LATER ✰ -
An empty darkness covered your eyes.
Andy had laid a soft cloth over your (e/c) eyes because he had a special ‘surprise’ he couldn’t just let you see. His sweaty palm held the steering wheel from the overwhelming feeling of nervousness piercing its way into his body. Andy knew why he was nervous.
Today is the day...
The day that Andy finally takes control into his hands and make you, his forever. “Andy, where are we going?” You let out a sigh after asking your question and all Andy was able to do was let a soft chuckle escape his lips. “You’ll see soon, baby.”
The car soon came to a stop, and you felt the heavy door open and close, causing the car to tremble slightly from the contact. Soon after, Andy made his way to your side and helped you exit the vehicle.
As he guided you toward the destination, Andy gently took the cloth off of your eyes which let you see the world again. Your vision soon turned to the garden which was covered in flowers and vines with a small table in the middle with wine. The welcoming feeling of butterflies flew in your stomach as you slowly approached the garden.
“Andy...”
Andy gave you a small smile that showed his pearly white teeth. He moved the chair back which scraped against the healthy green grass and gestured for you to sit down on the white chair.
You picked up the cold metal knife and used it to cut your steak as you picked a piece up and took the first bite. Andy watched with cautious eyes hoping it was good. Once you did a satisfied nod, Andy let out a much-needed breath he was holding in for a while now.
Soon after dinner, Andy let a nervous sigh escape his lips as he got up from his chair and guided you also to stand up. Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion from his action, but soon shock covered your confused expression as you saw Andy get on one knee in front of you and pull out a small black ring box. The box held a princess-cut diamond ring.
“(y/n), we have been together for six months and during those six months, I felt something I have never felt before. Love... From the day that I saw you in that cafe and you spilled coffee on me, I knew I was going to make you mine one day, and that day is today. So (y/n) (y/l/n), would you do the honor, and marry me, my love?”
Tears made their way down your eyes as Andy finished his heartwarming speech. You nodded in a rush and let Andy gently put the ring on your finger. He sniffled and picked you up from the ground and connected his lips with yours. “I love you, (y/n) Barber.”
You let out a laugh at his words.
“Slow your role cowboy... not a Barber yet.” You gave him another small kiss before both of you made it back to Andy’s house and laying in bed. Your head laid on Andy’s firm chest.
“Andy?” You questioned. “Yes, my angel.” You looked down at the ring that was planted on your finger before letting the words escape your mouth. “I’m sick, but I promise you it’s nothing bad.” You reassured your fiancé who looked confused and concerned.
He grabbed your palm in his and looked at you in worry. “Are you sure?” You nodded and he gave you a slow nod before kissing the temple of your forehead and smiling gently. “Goodnight, my love.”
- ✰ THREE MONTHS LATER ✰ -
The sudden feeling of guilt made its way into you.
Your fiancé hasn't let you do anything on your own since you told him about your condition. There's something on the top shelf? He will attend. Hungry? He will also be there. It seems like he was slowly isolating you from the world in hopes that it would help you heal.
You felt so guilty knowing Andy was doing the best he can even after all of the unwanted help he gave you. One night, you noticed Andy helping you do the laundry, but you could see something in his eyes.
Tiredness...
That was the first moment when you started to feel guilty for his help. He was so exhausted... but he still decided to put you first and help you — once again. You swallowed the lump in your throat knowing what was going to happen and waited until Andy returned.
Hearing the doorknob turn, your (e/c) eyes connected with the door as you waited for Andy to enter the house. His tall-like figure stepped into the house and soon as his gaze stopped gently on your smaller figure, a smile grew on his face. That smile soon faded from feeling an unwanted urge of uncomfortableness.
“Baby? Is everything okay?” Andy murmured with concern laced in his voice. A sniffle escaped your nose before you slowly stood up from your seated position. Your vision glanced at the ring on your finger before looking back up and connecting your eyes with Andy’s.
“Andy... we need to talk.”
Your words made his eyebrows furrow from confusion, but he let you continue. “Ever since I told you about my illness, you have been so protective and caring... and I really love you for that — I truly do. But this overwhelming feeling of guilt is playing with my mind every time I see that you’re so exhausted even after helping me.”
Andy brought his bottom pink lip between his lip as he took in your words. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because if it is, I can’t lose you (y/n). You’re all I have left.” His voice trembled.
“I love you, Andy, I really do, but I can’t be with you anymore.” Tears formed in the brim of your eyes as you looked at Andy’s face turning into a light shade of red. At this moment, Andy felt as if all of his sunlight had been covered with an unwelcoming dark gloomy cloud.
As you slowly took off your engagement ring and set it down on the wooden table, Andy could only look at you with a hurt expression on his face. Before leaving the house, you stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Andy was limited to standing still. He was frozen. Even if he wanted to move, he was unable to. He desperately wanted to chase after you to get you back, but he was unable to.
A desperate cry left his lips as he laid his fingertips on your engagement ring. He couldn’t believe what happened. How could you think that his love was too much? All he could do was cry.
- ✰ TWO DAYS LATER ✰ -
The phone went to voicemail once again.
Andy sighed and stroked his soft, large palm across his stubbled face after taking the phone away from his ear. After going without sleep for two days in a row, dark eyebags started to appear on his face.
Andy has been calling you for the past hours in hopes of reaching out to you to reconsider your decision. If Andy was being honest, he didn’t know how to live without you. The moment he saw you in the cafe, he knew he was going to be in some type of trouble.
When he felt the warmth of your body on his, you were like the glimmering light he had never known he was missing. Inhaling deeply, Andy got up from his bed and made the decision to go to you if you weren't going to respond to his calls. He exited the house, put on his coat, got in his black car, and drove away from the house.
His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he drove closer to your modern-like house. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Andy exited the car and approached your doorstep, and laid a knock on the door.
No answer.
Shaking his head gently, Andy remembered that he had the spare key to your house and reached into his pocket to get the keys. Once the door was unlocked, he enters the house and calls out your name. “(y/n)?!” Andy yelled out in confusion. Worry starts to enter the blue-eyed man’s veins as he didn’t get a response back, which made him rush up the wooden stairs that led into your bedroom.
His eyes scan the bedroom door before he notices that the bathroom door is wide open with the light on. As he slowly marches his way into the bathroom, he felt his world stop... your — barely breathing — body laid on the tiled floor and soft whispers left your lips.
In an instant, Andy was by your side with tears filling his eyes he gently picks you up. “B-Baby? You’re going to be okay, just stay with me... please.” Andy rushed you into the car in worry.
In order to hurry to the place that would take care of you, he hurried to the driver's side and sped off the curb. All he cared about was making sure you were alright, not worrying about speeding tickets. He held one hand on your thigh in the hope that you would be okay, his palms shaking with panic. “You’re going to be okay...”
- ✰ BACK TO PRESENT ✰ -
The sound of people talking filled his ears.
Andy grasped the hot cup of coffee from the stand as he stirred the essentials he loved in his hot drink. As he walked away from the stand, the sight of doctors and nurses rushing in the hallway caught his attention. He soon noticed they were heading towards your room.
“Please no...” Dread fell through his body as he picked his feet up off of the ground and rushed to the hallway your room was placed in until he was stopped by a couple of nurses dressed in blue.
“Sir, you can’t enter. There’s a patient that needs to be taken care of quickly.” The nurses held Andy back, but all he could do was let his tears fall. “That’s my fiancé in there... please.” His words came out as whispers as he continued to beg the nurses to let him see you.
But they didn’t listen...
A few minutes later, Dr. Moore and a few other doctors walked out of the room with saddened expressions. Andy quickly stood up and looked at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber... your fiancé has passed.” Dr. Moore grieved for Andy — Truly.
Just like that, Andy felt his heart freeze like stone-cold ice and shatter into a million pieces. A loud sob left his lips as he fell onto his knees and his face turned into a scarlet red from the wretched tears that escaped his eyes freely like a bird being uncaged.
Andy soon gets up from his knees and all he could feel was anger, guilt, and sorrow. He pushed Dr. Moore against the wall in anger and his eyes held a furious emotion. “Why didn’t you save him!”
“...Why?” He now whispered.
Dr. Moore frowned and shook his head slowly after being put down by Andy. “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Barber. I tried everything I could.” He muttered with his lips pursed. Your lifeless body was lying on the bed when Andy entered the room. His lips began to sob once more.
“I will always love you, my sweet angel.” Andy cried as he laid a gentle soft kiss against your forehead and stood back up to his full height. Soon, the blue-eyed man left the room... never looking back. You were gone. His only ray of sunshine was gone. Now he has no one.
Possessive/Jealous Chris Evans x chubby male reader please? Chris and reader add at an event and they’re at a table with all sort of different actors, directors, producers, and stuff like that. And reader and Chris just started dating and so everyone’s interested in reader. And so are the guys there, they’re asking if reader would be willing to be in movies with them, and all the movies are like romance movies or erotic ones. And Chris is just sitting there, watching as his boyfriend gets felt up by other men, and he’s furious but he doesn’t want to cause a scene, and reader’s is oblivious to it all. When they get back home, reader’s all happy that he got offers from different people, but Chris is still angry. Then they get into a huge argument, Chris saying reader’s using him and basically begins to slit shame him because of all the attention he was getting at the event, reader’s absolutely baffled and isn’t to defend himself because of Chris’ screaming. Chris then decides to go upstairs to sleep, and while he does, reader leaves, then Chris wakes up and notices all of reader’s stuff is gone and that’s when he realizes that he messed up.
So I was thinking Sebastian stan x male reader (or ftm reader if you want to) where the reader gets invited for interview/(or be a guest for) podcast and they ask him when he lost his virginity(it's like a adult? Podcast kid of thing) he answers when he got with seb and then makes a joke like I don't know if he is good as I had never done it before and when he gets home seb shows him how good he can do it as kinks can you add orgasm control and bondage and maybe cockwarming. Sorry if this sounds weird and specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it then its cool. Thank you ❤️
Plz If Your not to busy writing other requests I was hoping for a Sebastian Stan X Male Reader Smut.
Maybe When Y/N and Sebastian Got casted together for a movie and while filming theres light flirting with each other Time skip to One Week When Y/N been sleeping with him in the same bed for almost a week and he still hasn’t touched Y/N and your so frustrated Y/N decides to touch themselves after he’s fallen asleep it feels good but Not as good when he does it suddenly Y/N realizes he’s not snoring anymore and you turn around to find him staring and boom heavy smut
Kinks
Chocking/Hair pulling, Bruises/Hickeys, Praise,
Of course you don’t have to write this if you don’t want too I understand but anyways hope you have a good Day/Night 🤍
